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Travel Flashback: Roman Ruins in…Morocco! (1997)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

In addition to skiing in Morocco, I also had the equally unexpected opportunity to visit Roman ruins while there.

The ruined city of Volubilis is located about 33 km from the  Moroccan city of Meknès and within an hour’s walk of the town of Moulay Idriss.  Volubilis was one of the most remote outposts of the Roman Empire and was at its prime in the second and third centuries (A.D.).

The "Capitol" of Volubilis, as seen from the Basilica
The “Capitol” of Volubilis, as seen from the Basilica

In stark contrast to most Roman ruins in Europe, Volubilis was virtually unvisited by tourists.  Perhaps it was the time of year, but we had the place almost to ourselves.  And it was big:  not quite as big as Ostia Antica perhaps, but it definitely had more of the large, ornate public buildings that we associate with the Roman Empire at its peak.

Picnicking among the ruins at Volubilis, Morocco
Picnicking among the ruins at Volubilis, Morocco

Unlike Ostia Antica (and probably Pompeii), there were very few tourist services at Volubilis.  We came prepared, however, with a picnic consisting largely of fresh bread, olives and mineral water.  We ate right in the ruins themselves:  other than prohibitions against walking on the mosaics, I don’t recall any parts being closed off to visitors.  It was quite special to eat food that the ancient Romans themselves likely ate at that very spot nearly 2,000 years ago.

In front of the Basilica at Volubilis, Morocco. This photo has not yet graced the cover of a best-selling album.
In front of the Basilica at Volubilis, Morocco. This photo has not yet graced the cover of a best-selling album.

As my friend and I were in a band, we took a number of pictures with a view to turning them into album covers some day.   Needless to say, these were not always sombre views reflecting on the decline of an ancient empire.  However, a few songs (notably the cult classic “I am Volubilis”) did eventually result from our visit.

I quite enjoyed the less-visited parts of Morocco.  I didn’t feel very comfortable in the big city of Casablanca (which is definitely nothing like the movie of the same name) but smaller places like Azrou and Safi were very welcoming.   I’ll dig through my archives to find some more (non-digital) photos of Morocco and share more of my recollections from this most interesting destination.

Here, you can see some of the mosaics (completely exposed to the elements) of Volubilis.
Here, you can see some of the mosaics (completely exposed to the elements) of Volubilis.

Before signing off, I just have to share something that I read this week in a rather widely-read travel magazine.  A very brief article on Martha’s Vineyard (in the New England region of the U.S.) purported to provide “some packing inspiration for a classic New England  getaway”.   Believe it or not, the packing list included Hermes shorts ($3,775), Van Cleef and Arpels earrings ($7,250), Tiffany & Co. bracelets ($36,000 and $30,000), and a Dolce & Gabbana handbag ($3,695).  All prices are in U.S. dollars.

The Casablanca Voyageurs railway station on January 6, 1997
The Casablanca Voyageurs railway station on January 6, 1997

With articles like these, no wonder people think traveling is too expensive for them!   Unfortunately, a lot of travel writing is like that.  Don’t be scared off by such recommendations:  they won’t make your trip any better…and they will likely make you more vulnerable to theft.

Travel Flashback: Reykjavik and Traditional Icelandic Food (2008)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

As I’ve mentioned a few times in my blog, Iceland has a very small population and the majority of it is in the capital city of Reykjavik. So what’s it really like?

Unfortunately, I don’t have much to show you.  This was the very first destination with my digital camera and I didn’t anticipate that I would ever be writing a blog about it.  However, upon reviewing my photos of Reykjavik I realized that almost all of them were dominated by a large umbrella, as it was raining for almost our entire visit.

The Bautinn in Akureyri, Iceland - we ate dinner here once
The Bautinn in Akureyri, Iceland – we ate dinner here

We spent a lot of time indoors in Reykjavik.  I wasn’t going to include the photograph below, which was clearly not taken with my usual care, until I realized that there really wasn’t much blog-appropriate photography from Reykjavik. Most of the photos in today’s post are from elsewhere in Iceland.

Part of the cafeteria menu at Reykjavik's bus station
Part of the cafeteria menu at Reykjavik’s bus station

Many travel guides spend considerable time describing some of the more unusual traditional Icelandic foods.  Iceland was once a poor country and it was necessary to eat whatever was available.  As you can see from the Svið (sheep’s head) in the above menu, some of those traditional items have managed to stay popular today.  I took a look at the Svið (which does not include the brain) but did not actually have any.

A church in Húsavík, Iceland
A church in Húsavík, Iceland

At one of the big markets in Reykjavik, we encountered the legendary hákarl:  putrefied meat from the Greenland shark.  It has to be buried underground and allowed to ferment for a couple of months because the meat in its “original” form is toxic to humans.  The poisons include uric acid…it seems that this particular shark urinates through its skin.  However, the fermentation process, followed by another extended period of air-drying, removes the toxins from the meat and it becomes edible.

Buildings near the harbour in Húsavík, Iceland
Buildings near the harbour in Húsavík, Iceland

I did not try hákarl either:  while it may not have been toxic, it apparently smells like very strong ammonia and rotten cheese…and can cause gagging for the uninitiated.  At the market, we could not smell it because it was kept tightly sealed.  Given the way it was presented at the market, it did seem to be aimed more at adventurous tourists than at everyday Icelanders.

Assorted ducks in Húsavík, Iceland
Assorted ducks in Húsavík, Iceland

Another traditional item I did try was Brennivín.  It is the equivalent of brandy, as the name translates into English as “burning wine.”  It is actually a powerful schnapps-like drink made from fermented potatoes and caraway seeds.  Many travel writers speak poorly of it (indeed, its nickname is “Black Death”) but I enjoyed it enough to bring some home from the airport’s duty free shoppe.

Mývatn: a lake in northern Iceland
Mývatn: a lake in northern Iceland

I also developed a taste for chocolate-covered licorice in Iceland: like most northern European countries, Iceland is crazy about licorice and there are many different ways to enjoy it.  I later had a variation on this theme in Finland (licorice-covered chocolate, which I liked even more) but it was in Iceland where I first discovered and enjoyed this unusual combination of sweet and salty.   If you like dark chocolate with sea salt, you will surely enjoy the combination of chocolate and licorice!

Travel Flashback: Urban Life in Northern Iceland (2008)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Akureyri is the “capital” of the northern part of Iceland and is, in fact, the second largest urban area in the country. However, its population is still less than 20,000!  Iceland is indeed a sparsely populated country, with just over 300,000 people altogether (most of whom are in the Reykjavik area).

The Akureyrarkirkja ("Akureyri Church) in downtown Akureyri
The Akureyrarkirkja (“Akureyri Church”) in downtown Akureyri

Akureyri feels bigger (at least in summer), as it is a major transportation and administrative hub.  We spent 5 nights here in 2008: the main reason was to have a base for our day trips to the Lake Mývatn region (see this post, that post, and still another post), Grímsey and the Arctic Circle, and the fishing town of Húsavík.  There weren’t really any specific “must see” sites in Akureyri, but we ate a lot of meals here and enjoyed making it our home.

Deep inside Akureyri's botanical gardens
Deep inside Akureyri’s botanical gardens

There were some surprises.  Even though Akureyri is almost at 66 degrees north, it had botanical gardens!  As there were very few trees left anywhere in Iceland, we really enjoyed getting some shade and seeing some plant variety here.   We also spent an evening watching what was presumably a professional soccer game.  The quality was uneven but the sparse crowd was very enthusiastic.

I spent a little time at Akureyri's soccer stadium
I spent a little time at Akureyri’s soccer stadium

While we were in Akureyri, the 2008 Olympics were taking place.  I’ve never seen so much handball before…and I was quite surprised at the physicality of the game!  Iceland is handball-crazy and they participate in many international competitions.   Even so, it was remarkable how well they did in Beijing:  they won the Olympic silver medal!  Considering the size of the country, this has to rank as one of the greatest Olympic achievements.  They lost 28-23 in the gold medal match to France:  a country with 200 times the population of Iceland.

Exterior of the Bláa Kannan in downtown Akureyri
Exterior of the Bláa Kannan in downtown Akureyri

As in Reykjavik, relief from the then-extortionate costs of eating in Iceland was found in Akureyri’s Thai restaurants.  We also enjoyed some relatively inexpensive times at a café called the Bláa Kannan.  As the name suggests, it was very blue…and also very cozy.  Who would have expected to see a Parisian-style café in Akureyri?  Unfortunately, we were not able to find a cheap way to do our laundry in Akureyri:  at $50 (in 2008 dollars), it remains by far our most expensive laundering experience!

We had lunch at the Salka Restaurant in Húsavík
We had lunch at the Salka Restaurant in Húsavík

We went on a day-trip to Húsavík (see photo at the top of this post) just to experience a smaller town in northern Iceland.  It’s known among tourists mainly for whale-watching but, after our “unsettling” experience sailing to Grímsey, we confined our visit to the town itself. As with Akureyri, it may have been relatively small but it was certainly not narrow-minded.  We easily spent a couple of hours in one of the local museums.   Actually, we were impressed throughout Iceland with the level of literacy and linguistic proficiency.  Everybody seemed to be reading books!

Rough-looking bar at the harbour in downtown Húsavík
Rough-looking bar at the harbour in downtown Húsavík

While Iceland’s main attractions remain its natural wonders, even its smaller urban areas are enjoyable.  Stay tuned for the next post, where I’ll be taking a look at Reykjavik, Iceland’s edgy metropolis!

Showtime in Kingston!

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

While the sound wasn’t so great at the Los Lobos concert in Toronto, we have had a lot of great concert experiences this year in Kingston at the Grand Theatre.

Last fall, we saw Darlene Love…you know her voice, even if you think you don’t know the name. She sang on a bunch of the early 1960s records produced by Phil Spector but she was very rarely credited personally.  She also was a back-up singer for some artists you may recognize:  Elvis Presley, Sam Cooke, Tom Jones, The Beach Boys and Dionne Warwick, to name just a few.

With Darlene Love at the Grand Theatre in Kingston
With Darlene Love at the Grand Theatre in Kingston

Recognition came later: being admitted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2011, being named by Rolling Stone magazine as one of the 100 greatest vocalists, being invited onto Late Night with David Letterman every year to sing her signature song “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” and then more recently starring in the feature film “20 Feet from Stardom” (which won an Academy Award for Best Documentary in 2013). She was in Kingston as part of her tour to promote her new album cleverly titled “Introducing Darlene Love”. But she also sang the songs that first made her voice famous…it really sends a chill down your spine to hear “Christmas” live!

One of the great things about shows at the Grand Theatre is that the performers generally come out afterwards to sign autographs and pose for pictures. Darlene was no exception and it was great to meet her. She has been singing for more than 50 years but still sounds great and loves what she’s doing.

With Holly Cole at the Grand Theatre in Kingston
With Holly Cole at the Grand Theatre in Kingston

We also saw Holly Cole, Buffy Sainte-Marie and Johnny Clegg this year at the Grand Theatre.  Each of them were inspiring in their own way…and we also had the privilege of meeting each of them and getting pictures and autographs from them.

Buffy Sainte-Marie on stage at the Grand Theatre in Kingston
Buffy Sainte-Marie on stage at the Grand Theatre in Kingston

It was especially cool to see Johnny Clegg (see photo at the top of this post) in Kingston.   I first wrote about Johnny Clegg in this post from late 2014.  We previously traveled to Ottawa and Niagara-on-the-Lake to see this South African legend perform but never thought that we would be able to see him in our hometown.

We were a little concerned that seeing him for the 3rd time in 5 years might not be as special. Happily, we were wrong.  His set list was quite different and he seemed even more energetic than before.  You get the whole experience at a Johnny Clegg concert – the incredibly joyous South African music that makes the crowd go wild…followed by reverent silence as the audience hangs on every word when he tells his fascinating stories.   And the stories were all new too!

Buffy Sainte-Marie and one of her fans
Buffy Sainte-Marie and one of her fans

We’re really fortunate to have this facility in Kingston…I’m sure we will be attending some great shows in the 2016-2017 season as well.

Stay tuned for some travel flashbacks…and the countdown to our mysterious summer adventure in the Southern Hemisphere!

 

Spend your money on experiences, not things?

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

The crunch is on.  I’ll be posting my next blog entry from Europe!

It is almost time for my ski trip to Sestriere, Italy.  I first wrote about this last September, when the “Via Lattea” ski region was selected as my ski posse’s 2016 destination.   Since then, I’ve also figured out where I’m going to spend some time in Europe before going skiing.  I’m going to keep that location a secret until I arrive…but I hope to have some spectacular images and experiences to share with you soon.  It is another one of my personal bucket list destinations!

Site of the 1956 Olympic Downhill in Cortina D'Ampezzo, Italy (2014)
A piste used during the 1956 Olympics in Cortina D’Ampezzo, Italy (2014)…hopefully we will also be able to ski the 2006 Olympic pistes in Sestriere this year!

While the flights and the accommodations were booked some time ago, I didn’t get around to figuring out my ground transportation until this past weekend.  I’m glad I did:  while my secret bucket list destination is not terribly far from Sestriere “as the crow flies”, it turns out to be a 7 hour odyssey requiring three different trains, a bus…and maybe an onerous alpine slog with ski equipment and luggage!  Fortunately, I should be able to stock up on some fresh and delicious food before my first train leaves in the morning.

One of the scariest (but most rewarding) ski lifts at Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy: Forcella Staunies
One of the scariest (but most rewarding) ski lifts at Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy: Forcella Staunies

I like to plan my transportation in advance; I can always take care of the other stuff upon arrival.  However, despite superhuman research efforts, I simply cannot figure out where the bus stop is located in Sestriere.  I just hope that, after a day in transit, I don’t have to walk *too* far uphill to get to my hotel.

Looking down from the Lagazuoi Gondola Station, near Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy (2014)
Looking down from the Lagazuoi Gondola Station, near Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy (2014)…sometimes it’s better not to look down at what you just did

As I’m quite busy with packing and other things that need to be done before traveling, I’ve decided to keep today’s post relatively short.  However, I thought it would be a good time to finally share an interesting article that I stumbled across last year.  It’s  called “The Science of Why You Should Spend Your Money on Experiences, Not Things“.

Fair warning! Just above the stunning Pomedes piste in Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy
Fair warning! Just above the stunning Pomedes piste in Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy

As anyone who has seen my aging car can attest, I have never felt pressured to have the latest and greatest automobile.  This article suggests that investing in travel experiences, rather than upgrading my car every year or ten, isn’t such a bad idea after all!

Looking out over the village of Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy
Looking out over the village of Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy

Today’s photographs are some previously unpublished images from my most recent Italian ski adventure:  a glorious week in Cortina d’Ampezzo two years ago.  The original posts from Cortina can be found here, here and here.  I can’t wait to hit the slopes again!

Travel Flashback – Still more from the Lake Mývatn region of Iceland (2008)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Iceland, despite its cold name, is actually the closest I’ve ever been to the scalding centre of the earth.  The last part of our day in the Lake Mývatn region brought that into sharp focus, as we walked back and forth across the very place where the North American and the European continental plates collide.

Collision of the North American (left) and European (right) continental plates at Grjótagjá
Collision of the North American (left) and European (right) continental plates at Grjótagjá

This collision isn’t just theoretical:  you can see the gap!  At Dimmuborgir (see previous post), we were able to place one foot each in North America and Europe, as the gap was only about two feet wide.  Later that day, at Grjótagjá, the gap was larger and it would take some substantial gymnastics to straddle the continents.  However, you can also explore the famous caves here just below the surface.   Like a couple of other places that I’ve seen recently, Grjótagjá has been used in the TV series “Game of Thrones”.

Boiling mud!
Boiling mud!

I can’t promise that you would still be able to straddle the continents at these precise locations.   The continental plates are moving apart slowly but surely and the landscape is changing over time.  However, tourism is quite important to this part of Iceland and I’m sure that there will still be access to the colliding continents…even if it is a little further down the road.

The Viti crater at Krafla
The Viti crater at Krafla (note people at top of far rim)

Speaking of “just down the road”, that’s also the location of the massive volcanic crater at Krafla called “Víti”.    In Icelandic, “Víti” means “hell” and it is not difficult to see why that name was applied here.  This is the same crater that resulted in the lava flows reaching the village of Reykjahlíð in the early 1700s.  While there is a trail that goes around the rim of the crater, we did not have time to walk on it.  We were at least able to ascend to the rim and take some photographs.  While all this volcanic activity might be kind of scary for building anything, there is in fact a geothermal power station here…you can see some of the (above-ground) infrastructure at the top of this post and in the photo below!

Harnessing geothermal power at Krafla
Harnessing geothermal power at Krafla

On the way back from Krafla, we stopped at yet another outdoor thermal pool:  the Mývatn Nature Baths at  Jarðbaðshólar.  This is similar to the Blue Lagoon (near Reykjavík), as you can enjoy the outdoor pool at any time of year; it’s also very close to a 3 km deep geothermal borehole.

This borehole goes 3km into the earth
This geothermal borehole goes 3km into the earth – we couldn’t get any closer because of the extreme heat

Finally, after three blog entries’ worth of sights, it was time to return to Akureyri.  We loved our time in Akureyri and I’m sure that it will be the subject of a future flashback post on this blog.   There won’t be many more flashbacks in the near future, however: it’s almost time to cross the Atlantic again.  Be sure to check back here regularly for the whole story;  I am looking forward to blogging in real time again!

Travel Flashback – the Lake Mývatn region of Iceland (2008)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

My previous post dealt solely with the otherworldly scenery at Námaskarð in northern Iceland.  However, that was only one brief stop on an incredible day tour of the the Lake Mývatn region.  We went on the tour just after our memorable day trip to the Arctic Circle on the very remote island of Grímsey and I wasn’t sure if anything else could live up to that journey.  I needn’t have worried!

Goðafoss ("Waterfall of the Gods"), Bárðardalur district of Iceland
The misty Goðafoss (“Waterfall of the Gods”), Bárðardalur district of Iceland

Our first stop after leaving Akureyri was the famous Goðafoss waterfall.   The name translates as “waterfall of the gods”:  around the year 1000, Christianity became the official religion of Iceland and a local leader threw his statues of the Norse gods into this waterfall as a repudiation of his prior faith. The volume of water here is still immense and the mist was everywhere:  the river became even more of a raging torrent as it dramatically narrowed just beyond the waterfalls.   Despite all this fury, the landscape surrounding was eerily still. 

Pseudocraters in Skútustaðahreppur on Lake Mývatn
Pseudocraters at Skútustaðahreppur on Lake Mývatn

After leaving Goðafoss, our next stop was (Lake) Mývatn.  In Icelandic, “Mý” means “Midge” and “Vatn” means lake:  this lake is apparently infested with midges in the summer.  We were fortunate enough to escape any such infestation despite the sunny skies and (relatively) warm weather.   The lake is characterized by “pseudocraters”, as you can see from the photo above this paragraph.  A pseudocrater is volcanic in origin but it is not an actual vent for lava. Instead, pseudocraters are formed by steam explosions when flowing hot lava (from another location) crosses over a wet surface.

Lava fields at Dimmuborgir

Lava fields at Dimmuborgir

The bizarre rock formations at Dimmuborgir are also volcanic in origin.  Dimmuborgir can be translated as “dark castles”:  we hiked around and through these for a while.  It is hard to imagine how such a landscape could evolve from lava fields, but that is indeed how it was formed. The Mývatn pseudocraters stopped the flow of lava and created some temporary lava lakes.  When the lava eventually drained from these lakes, a forest of rock pillars was left behind at Dimmuborgir.

Path through the "Dark Castles" at Dimmuborgir
Path through the “Dark Castles” at Dimmuborgir

I haven’t said much about traditional Icelandic food yet, as much of it is from the sea and we don’t eat a whole lot of seafood.  However, I always enjoy interesting bread and we found some here.  When Icelandic rye bread is baked by burying it in the ground near a hot spring, it is known as hverabrauð or “hot-spring-bread”.  We had some for lunch in the village of Reykjahlíð:  with a hearty soup, we did not need to eat for the rest of the day.

Old lava flows in the town of Reykjahlíð
Old lava flows in the village of Reykjahlíð

The village of Reykjahlíð is located right beside Mývatn and has also had to deal with lava flows.  When a nearby volcano erupted in 1729, the village was destroyed by a lava stream from the eruption. However, the villagers were spared when the lava flow stopped in front of the village church. Legend has it that this was a result of the village priest’s prayers.

The photo at the top of this post was also taken from the Lake Mývatn shore:  time and again in Iceland, despite the complete deforestation, we were confronted with bold and brilliant colours.  It was a great place to try out my brand new digital camera!

Stay tuned for yet another post from our remarkable day trip to the Mývatn region!

Travel Flashback: Hveraröndor/Hverir at Námaskarð, Iceland (2008)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I was flipping through my photos from Iceland when I came across this series of pictures from our trip to the mud cauldrons, fumaroles and boiling earth at Námaskarð.  It was easy to remember why we were so impressed on our trip to Iceland!

Looking back to the pass that descends into Hverir
Looking back to the pass that descends into Hverir

It was like nothing else I have seen on earth.  We’d visited hot springs and geysers on our way to northern Iceland…but nothing like this.  This was a full-on assault on the senses:  shockingly vivid colours, offensive sulphuric odours everywhere, a complete lack of plant or animal life, the earth bubbling and belching at your feet, and steam hissing as it gets ejected from the bowels of the earth.

The earth boils!
The earth boils!

Actually, it doesn’t feel like “earth” at all.  The area has the desolation and lifelessness of the moon, while everything else feels like the underworld…except that we saw it under blue skies and with the temperature at a comfortable 13’C.   It popped up without warning, too:  we had just descended through the Námaskarð mountain pass and there it was!

One of the larger earth cauldrons
One of the larger earth cauldrons

I’ve been to some dangerous places before but this one had a heightened element of danger.  If you wandered off the marked paths or stepped over a thin rope, you could fall into the scalding earth.

That thin rope is all that stands between visitors and great harm!
That thin rope is all that stands between visitors and great harm!

I was glad that we had a wise guide to show us around the place and make sure we didn’t get into any trouble.  As with many Icelanders, Siggi had some relatives in Canada and seemed genuinely happy to have some Canadians on his tour.   He also had the expertise to know which bizarre substances were safe to touch:  you can see him handling some warm sulphuric matter in one of these photos.

Siggi safely scoops the sulphur
Siggi safely scoops the sulphur

I could have taken pictures here all day; as it was, all of today’s photos were taken within about 30 minutes.  Yes, this was just one of many destinations on our one-day tour of the Lake Mývatn region: I’ll be reporting on the other spectacular sites in future blogs.  I think it remains the most prolific day of sightseeing that I have ever done.

Stay tuned for more from spectacular northern Iceland!

Travel Flashback: Europe Behind the Curtain (1991)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I recently watched “Heisser Sommer” (“Hot Summer”), the East German beach movie that took the Eastern Bloc by storm in 1968. There weren’t many Communist musicals, and even fewer that followed the American beach movie template, but this is one of them! It is a fascinating artifact from a bygone age:  this link shows one of the better songs.  At the same time, one cannot forget that 1968 also saw brutal repression in nearby Czechoslovakia.

I’ve since been to Eastern Europe several times, but the very first time was in 1991 when the world was still adjusting to the fall of the Iron Curtain.  This was the standard post-university Eurail/backpacking/youth hostel trip before the Internet:  several weeks with little else but a Eurail route map, a Hosteling International booklet showing its network of European hostels, and a “Let’s Go Europe” book to guide me.  It was my first truly solo trip and I’ll probably write some more about it in the future.  For now, I’ll just share a couple of my experiences from my visits to Yugoslavia and Hungary.

Post office at Sentilk, Yugoslavia (June 18, 1991)
Post office at Sentilj, Yugoslavia (June 18, 1991)

When I was in the southern Austrian city of Graz, I decided to hop a train south to the border station of Spielfield-Strasse.  For reasons I can’t remember, I walked from there to the corresponding Yugoslavian border town of Sentilj.  There was a reason that I felt rifles were trained on me as I crossed the border:  although it wasn’t actually part of the Eastern Bloc, Yugoslavia was about to enter a brutal civil war that would result in the partitioning of the country.  Only 6 days after, there were deaths at this very same border and Slovenia would declare its independence.    Accordingly, the picture at the top of this post is probably one of the very last photos of the “Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia” sign at the Austrian/Yugoslavian border.

Tanks being deported from Tata, Hungary (June 22, 1991)
Tanks being deported from Tata, Hungary (June 22, 1991)

I didn’t do much in Sentilj, as I needed to walk back to Spielfeld-Strasse and catch a train back to Graz that afternoon.  I did, however, send a bunch of postcards from Sentilj’s ancient post office; I made note of the fact that Marshal Tito’s picture still gazed paternally from the post office wall.  I also bought some Yugoslavian chocolate in an attempt to get rid of my leftover Yugoslavian dinars.

Gödöllői utca 13: this is where I stayed in Budapest (June 24, 1991)
Gödöllői utca: this is where I stayed in Budapest (June 24, 1991)

From Graz, I spent some time in Vienna before taking a train to Budapest, Hungary.  Along the way, I saw a freight train carrying dozens of Soviet tanks that were apparently on their way back east.  The arrival in Budapest was chaotic, as dozens of newly capitalistic Hungarians rushed onto the train to convince passengers to stay in their homes.  I pretended that I had already made arrangements and escaped the steamy train.  At a comfortable distance from the chaos of the train, a more restrained and seemingly trustworthy fellow offered a room for $5.00 per night (including tram tickets).

Poster for an upcoming Beatles cover band concert (Budapest, Hungary - June 24, 1991)
Poster for an upcoming Beatles tribute concert (Budapest, Hungary – June 24, 1991)

Upon arrival at his relatively suburban house, I discovered that the room was shared:  the first night’s roommate was from Hong Kong while the next two nights saw a chain-smoking Russian share my space.   Although it wasn’t what I had envisioned, it was still a safe place to stay.

Street leading to the main BUdapest railway station (Budapest Keleti pályaudvar); June 22, 1991
Street leading to the main Budapest railway station (Keleti pályaudvar); June 22, 1991

While the Iron Curtain had fallen, Hungary was still very much in a state of transition to an open economy.   Prices were incredibly low but I also remember ordering a “cucumber salad” in a restaurant:  it consisted solely of a single pickle sliced into 4 quarters.  Although the restaurant was practically empty, there was still a very large (and bored) contingent of formally-dressed waiters who seemed rather annoyed that I had shown up.   Outside, you could still see the beauty of Budapest – it was just obscured by what seemed like decades of gray dust.   Nonetheless, I still had some great experiences in Hungary (including a Paul Simon concert!) and was happy to return in 2014 to this proud and much-changed country.

Uppsala and Squeaky Cheese (2012/2016)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Our 2012 trip to Scandinavia started off with 2 nights in Uppsala.  Although it’s the 4th largest city in Sweden, it only has about 140,000 inhabitants.  We chose it because it was close to the Stockholm airport and it looked like a good place to acclimatize for our upcoming journey into the former Soviet republic of Estonia.  As our return flight was also departing from Stockholm, we thought we’d defer spending time in the capital until we returned from the east.

Bees at Uppsala's Botanical Gardens
Bees at Uppsala’s Botanical Gardens

Everything about Uppsala was pleasant:  the parks, the streets, the historical sites and the university (founded in 1477 and Scandinavia’s oldest centre of higher learning).   As we had hoped, it was easy to get into the European rhythm.  We did some very mundane things to start:  we went to a local mall to buy shorts, as it was warmer than we had anticipated and I had also forgotten to bring shorts with me.  As a result, I remain the proud owner of Swedish “pirate shorts”:  a little longer than usual but still comfortable on a hot summer’s day.

Uppsala's Cathedral up close
Uppsala Cathedral up close

We shed our jet lag with leisurely visits to Uppsala Castle, the adjacent Botanical Garden (both pictured at the top of this post), and the  Domkyrka (Uppsala Cathedral).  The Cathedral goes back to the 13th century and dominates the skyline of the small city.   While I wouldn’t say that Uppsala has a lot of bucket list sights, we enjoyed wandering around the city and soaking in the academic vibe.  We both thought it would be a great place to attend university, should we ever decide to pursue further  studies!

Uppsala Cathedral at a more sensible distance
Uppsala Cathedral at a more sensible distance

I was prompted to write about Sweden today because I decided to try a Scandinavian cheese called Juustoleipa (in Finnish) or Ostbrod (in Swedish) for lunch. The name translates as “bread cheese” and it’s described on the package as a “buttery-flavoured flat and squeaky cheese”.  I found it at our neighbourhood supermarket, among the other specialty cheeses.

Frying up some Juuhtopapesi
Frying up some Juustoleipa at base camp!

To make Juustoleipa, you just heat it in a skillet for four minutes on each side.  The end result is quite similar to fried halloumi with hints of mozzarella and the texture of cheese curd.  It was warm throughout with a bread-like crust on the outside.  While the instructions recommended serving it with jam, honey or syrup, we went with plain fresh croissants instead.  It was delicious; I look forward to trying it again with something sweet.  Speaking of sweet Swedish food, that is my favourite culinary memory of Uppsala:  we enjoyed terrific crepes al fresco at a charming downtown cafe.

Downtown Uppsala
Downtown Uppsala

This post was delayed a bit because of some photo uploading challenges, although everything seems to be sorted out now.  In the meantime, we were able to take care of immunizations and some logistical planning for our summer journey to the southern hemisphere.  This is one of my favourite parts of travel planning: seeing everything slowly fall into place and realizing that “yes, this is actually going to happen!”   We’re really going to see three new countries!