Sunday, November 29, 2009

New Orleans

(or N'awlins as the locals call it. I love that.)

Just had a couple of days in Louisiana, visiting a salt mine, which was very cool. Before my flight home I had a few hours in New Orleans, which has a vibe unlike any other city I've been to. A friend told me that, if I only had a couple of hours, I should head straight for the French Quarter. I did and wasn't disappointed. First stop was Cafe du Monde which is famous for its coffee and beignets, a French doughnut with a liberal covering of powdered sugar. Delicious!

(This is not Cafe du Monde, just a guy enjoying a beer with his dog!)

The first thing I noticed about walking around the French Quarter was the music...it seems to come out of every pore of the city. You can't help but walk along with a spring in your step!
What else makes it great?...the street artists, psychics, funky restaurants, great bookshops and at least one house of voodoo. This is a definite candidate for the 'places to return to with Anna' -list (not because I think she's into voodoo, of course!).




Bourbon Street is a little tacky, but it was still good interesting to walk down it. It was there that I discovered zydeco - a Louisiana music style based on an accordion and washboard. A friend told me I should try and listen to it live and I confess that I wasn't too excited about that combination of instruments. However, I stumbled across a bar with a live band on and the modern, rock/funk take on zydeco was terrific. (It was very amusing watching the guy with the washboard, looking ridiculous, freak out like a lead guitarist.)

I didn't see any evidence of Hurricane Katrina. I guess they made sure that the tourist spots were cleaned up pretty quickly, rightly or wrongly. I would love go back for a weekend though and explore a little further afield.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Remembrance

This morning I spent a few moments remembering our war veterans; in particular my Granda Steve, who fought in WWII and my Great-Grandad, Frederick, whom my Grandma never met as she was born around the time that her father fell in Israel during WWI.

Anyway, this morning I read the following comment from someone suggesting why we should honor these people:

We all owe a debt to those who came before us in this world, and left it a better place than they found it.

It made me wonder...will future generations say the same about us?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Nicaragua

So, here are a few notes about Nicaragua that I've just got around to posting. In short, it’s one of the most beautiful, interesting and saddening countries that I’ve been too.

The drive from the airport to the hotel was a feast for the eyes, but not always for all the right reasons. There are too many shanty houses, too many children without shoes and too many people selling all kinds of junk on the roadside just to get by.

I read that 68% of the people in Nicaragua live on less than $1 per day so I found it pretty difficult to drive past many of them every day on the way to our four star hotel. It’s hard to write this stuff without sounding like Bob Geldof, but I do feel like I want to do more to help.

The Sunday after we arrived a couple of us took a tour around Managua and Lake Nicaragua. First stop was the Masaya Volcano, which is dormant but still has a constant cloud of sulphur dioxide over it (very cool). I climbed the steps up to the nearby cross at the top of the crater and I could really feel the smoke on my lungs. Denis, our driver, told us that the cross was put up to commemorate the first Spanish priests who discovered the volcano and thought it was the entrance to hell. Apparently one of them decided to ‘save humanity’ by sacrificing himself to the volcano. That worked!



After the volcano, we drove to Granada, another colonial town on the shore of Lake Nicaragua. The locals told us that, during Spanish rule, it was the most important city in Central America. Isn’t that what they told us about La Antigua Guatemala? Well, I guess it says something about national pride.

We only had a short time in the city but it was enough to see the central square, buzzing with traders and food stalls and surrounded by colourful colonial buildings. The presidential palace and cathedral (below) were particular highlights.



Later, we took a small motor boat trip around Las Isletas de Granada, an archipelago of 365 volcanic islands a few miles from Granada; one for every day of the year. It was a perfectly tranquil hour spent slowly cruising between the islands. Many of them have holiday homes on them (some of which are for sale, for anyone with a spare half a million) and one of them has a small colony of monkeys living on it. As we cruised along, I tested the lake water with my hand and it was the perfect temperature for a swim. I ditched that idea as soon as the boat owner told us that Lake Nicaragua contains the world’s only freshwater sharks!

There was a lot more to see and do but, as it was a work trip, we didn’t have time. I could easily see how you could spend a very pleasant couple of weeks in Nicaragua though. The locals told us that it has more natural beauty than its richer neighbour, Costa Rica, and I could believe it. I guess I’ll just have to find a reason to go to Costa Rica to prove the theory!