Friday, April 1, 2011

Kate and Irene's Mediterranean Cruise, Week 1

Catchy title, isn't it?  I came up with it all by myself, too!

Warning: This entry is turning out to be quite long...but  I'd rather go week by week, or I'll never manage to post about the trip.  Consider yourselves warned!  This is more like Take 50 than Take 5!

My adventure with Irene began in Dublin, where we met at the airport (she, lucky thing, got bumped up to first class for her flights across the US and the Atlantic...I, on the other hand, got the bus from Omagh).  After navigating terminals one and two, finding the taxi ranks and generally wandering all around Dublin Airport for two hours, we were en route to our airport hotel for a night of wild partying and...well ok, more like an early meal and some much-needed sleep.




The next morning we were up bright and early for our flight to Barcelona!  We took advantage of all that Dublin Airport had to offer (free makeover in the duty-free, free samples of Bushmills, a pint after our flight was delayed for two hours, sadly not free) and landed in Barcelona in fine form. 

Me, post-makeover...you will never see me wearing this much makeup again!

Upon arrival at our hotel (Hostal BCN Port, near the port area...excellent location), we learned that it was Carnivale and there was a parade going right by our door pretty much.  So we took to the streets, tracked down a nice restaurant, and watched the people and the parade go by!







The next morning we grabbed a cab (in the midst of a race that was taking place downtown...no mean feat) to the port and boarded our home for the next 3 weeks, the Norwegian Jade (sorry Jingles, we couldn't find any photos of you on-board).  I'll spare you all any lengthy descriptions of sea days and life on the ship (the sea days were remarkably similar, and involved reading, doing laps of the walking deck and attending jewellery seminars...one of the few fun things to do) and will focus instead on our AMAZING ports of call, and the adventures Irene and I had there.  Actually, all of our adventures were pretty good ones--we managed not to get lost, arrested, robbed or otherwise in trouble, and always made it back to the ship in plenty of time to avoid being left behind (apparently many of our fellow cruisers were not so lucky...or conscientious).

Our luxurious stateroom

So, here's the real fun part:  the places we visited! Port names are listed first, with the places we explored afterwards, if we didn't stay in the port.  As Irene would be the first to admit, she has no sense of direction whatsoever, so I was quickly appointed navigator for the trip (for everything from finding our way to our cabin or the theatre on the ship, to finding our way around the streets, subways and train stations of the places we visited).  I can proudly state that with the exception of walking for 5 minutes in the wrong direction on the right street in Agadir, Morocco, and crossing to the wrong side of the Dart station in Dublin, I successfully navigated us around the Mediterranean without a hitch.  You may now applaud or send money :)


Civitavecchia (Rome), Italy
We arrived in Civitavecchia on International Women's Day, and opted for a ridiculously expensive tour excursion from the ship, which basically provided us with a bus ride in and out of central Rome, as well as a map and a lovely guide who gave us advice on how to get around, and things we could see.  Given the traffic we experienced on the way there, though, and the fact that the trains apparently stopped running while we were in the city, it was probably money well spent.

We were dropped off in People's Square (I'm not going to attempt to spell the Italian name at the moment, although I do remember it), and made our way to the nearest underground station, where we successfully navigated both the Italian-only ticket machines and the subway system to arrive at the Colosseum station.  The line-ups for tickets were super long, but fortunately our guide had told us where to go where the lines were shorter (the ticket actually covers three different sites, and if you get it at one of the other sites, the lineups are short), so that's what we did!  And since it was International Women's Day (which is also a national holiday in Italy), we got our tickets for free!

The Colosseum, the Palatine Hill and the Forum were amazing, and pictures barely do them justice, but I'll try!
Irene in front of the Colosseum

Arch of Constantine







After wandering around in the glorious sunshine for a bit (well, maybe a bit longer than a bit...there was so much to see!), we headed back to the Metro and went in search of the Trevi Fountain, which we found with surprisingly little trouble, and did all the touristy things such as throwing a coin in the fountain and eating gelato (mine was lemon...yum).



After exploring the area around the fountain, we had just enough time to get the Metro back to our pick-up point...so, sadly, no we did not see the Vatican or St. Peter's (except from the outside), or the Sistine Chapel or the Pantheon (my biggest disappointment).  But, Rome certainly can't be seen in a day...I'll just have to convince someone to come back and visit it with me!

Piraeus (Athens), Greece
Agora and the Plaka.  We may also have started a tradition of feeding hungry cats at outdoor cafes.  We have sucker written all over us apparently.  I learned how to say thank-you in Greek (again, not going to attempt to write it, but I'll be happy to say it to you in person next time you see me), and had a lovely lunch of calamari, tzatziki and retsina.

Acropolis

View from the top

On the Plaka

View of the Acropolis behind me



Lunch

Our new friend


Izmir (Ephesus), Turkey
Our official guide source, Jana, suggested that we see Ephesus (former site of one of the 7 wonders of the ancient world, the Temple of Artemis) and the House of the Virgin Mary located nearby, so we sprang for another shore excursion from the cruise ship (surprisingly, barely more expensive than the bus to Rome).  We set off for Ephesus, and had a lovely (but too short) tour of the wonders of that ancient city, before heading for the House of the Virgin Mary (not the real one...a reconstruction based on oral tradition and archaeological evidence of where she apparently spent her last days).  We saw where the Temple of Artemis once stood, but sadly nothing remains.  Ephesus was just amazing--I've been reading Innocents Abroad (thanks for the suggestion Chip), and Twain talks about the archaeological work that is just about to begin when he was visiting--that work is only now 20% complete, and the results are incredible...including a reconstruction of the great library, which is the tall building at the bottom of the hill which you'll see below!





After the sightseeing, we had a lovely lunch at a resort, after which we were taken to a carpet making place, and chased around by salespeople for an hour or two, but only after they served us Raki, the local anise liqueur (tasty but very, very, very strong...and apparently we had the ridiculously watered down version).  We emerged with our pocketbooks unscathed (except for a cup of apple tea that Irene ordered), and returned to the ship tired but happy.


Istanbul, Turkey
We spent two glorious days in Istanbul, trying to see everything there was to see!  I finished The Historian just before I left Northern Ireland, and it featured a section on Istanbul, so I came equipped with a number of sites that I really wanted to see (plus, I wanted to see if I agreed with Mark Twain's take on the place...I didn't).  Fortunately, Irene was up for being dragged around to mosques, museums and marketplaces, and even more fortunately, she has a friend, Allie, who lives in Istanbul and who met up with us on the first day to show us around a bit, and get us used to the intricacies of the tram system we'd need to take to get to where we wanted to go from the port.  Thanks Allie!

That first day we say the Grand Bazaar (it truly is overwhelmingly large), the outsides of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia, wandered around the port area, and had a lovely supper near the bridge to the Asian side of the city (literally, the side located in Asia, not the side peopled by Asians).


The Three Wanderers, out for supper


The next day Irene and I branched out on our own, and visited the insides of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia, the Basilica Cistern (built by Justinianus, I think, as an underground reservoir during times of siege), and Topkapi Palace.  Everything was within walking distance and amazing.  And once you got used to people constantly trying to sell you things, the place was pretty amazing.  Everyone was friendly, most people spoke English in the areas where we were (and French, and German and about a hundred other languages, it seemed), and we had a fantastic time.

Irene inside the Blue Mosque

Hagia Sophia

Blue Mosque

Inside Hagia Sophia

Basilica Cistern


Oh, and your eyes are not deceiving you...those are blue skies in every picture!  In fact, every port we visited for the entire trip had blue skies and sunshine, with the exception of Malta...which had blue skies, sunshine, and the occasional torrential downpour that would pass off in minutes leaving more blue skies and sunshine.  But more on that next time!  For now, I leave you!  Oh, and I'm happy to answer any questions...just send me an email or leave a comment!  And there are many more great pics, if there's anything you really want to see (it's just so very slow to load them that I may have given up tonight).

-K-

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Hola Amigos!

After three weeks of intermittant internet access on the cruise, I'm back in Barcelona, and back in Blogland!  I've missed you all!  I promise to catch everyone up on the past three weeks, with seperate posts for each week, as well as a post for the hopeless animal lovers among you, but for now, I thought I'd start with a few candid shots from my travels (mainly because I only have lobby internet access right now, and am too sleepy to go get my diary, so I can remind myself where I was on which day).  The others I will post over the course of the next week.  So, without further ado: Candid Kate!

Ado (sorry, I know I promised): Can someone please share these with Nan, and also let her know I'm alive, happy and nowhere near the riots in London?  Thanks!

Oh, and a caveat:  These are the only photos of me on my camera.  Irene has many more of me on hers, which I will add, I promise...as soon as I get them from her!  Or, you can check out facebook...she's sitting across the table from me madly adding pictures of our adventures to Facebook...she usually tags me, so check out my wall if you want to see them.

Holding my Cable Car pass in Funchal, Madeira...I convinced Irene to take the plunge, so to speak, and ride up with me!

Gorgeous old fort in Malaga, Spain...begins with an A...I will update this when I remember!

At the Forum, Rome (Irene's got the pic of me at the Trevi Fountain)

Irene and I atop the Acropolis, Athens (I look like I am wearing laurels...it's actually an strategically and accidentally-placed tree)

Toasting my Mama with retsina on the Placa, Athens

There may also be a plate of calamari and tzatsiki in front of me, that will make an appearance later
That's all from me for now folks!  I miss you all, and promise I'll add some pictures of interesting places soon!  Oh and Cuz...you seem to be even more weeks behind than me.  Hint hint hint.

-K-

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Quick post without photos today. Checking out of our hotel in Barcelona and heading to the dock! Irene has been posting photos like mad on facebook if you want to see what it's like. Not sure when I will have Internet again but will blog when I do!

-K-

Thursday, March 3, 2011

End of Days...in Omagh

This, my extremely late weekly entry (so late, I'll have to post another in just three short days) is my last one from my temporary home in Omagh...at least for now.  I`ve promised to come back and visit everyone, so fear not, gentle readers--you'll be seeing even more photos of livestock and folk park before too long, I'm sure. But for now...I'm leaving...on a bus (scans much worse than airplane, doesn't it?).  I'm heading for Dublin to meet up with my partner in crime...err...Irene...and then off to sunny Spain to begin three weeks of cruiseship life.

This has been a bit of a hectic week, with a goodbye lunch with new friends:




(They had cake for me at the Centre for Migration Studies too...but I don't have pictures of that)

One last ramble around my daily walking route at the Ulster American Folk Park:




(Photos of flowers just for you, Mama)

Laundry Day:


Packing:


(Johanne's Thank-You gift seems to have snuck into this photo)

and one last epic battle with the vaccuum:


I may also have spent a large part of the week trying to finish a fabulous novel Johanne lent me:


(Word to the wise:  It's not good to obsessively read an enthralling novel about vampires at bedtime)

So that's it from me here!  Thanks so much to everyone who has made the past few months so wonderful!  I can't wait to come back again, and brag to you all about the joys of the Mediterranean!

And for those of you following at home: I'll post again from Barcelona on Sunday, where hopefully Irene and I will be getting ready to check out of our hotel and board our cruise ship.  I say hopefully, because as I type, Irene is in flight limbo, delayed in Texas and in danger of missing connecting flights.  Let's keep our fingers crossed for her, shall we?

-K-

P.S.  For the first time, spellcheck found NO errors in my entry!  Woohoo!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

One Week

Welcome to a week in the life of a European traveller!  I caution you now, dear reader...this is not an entry for the faint of heart...or the short of attention span.  Actually, this is going to be a fairly photo-light post, so I thought I`d share with you all (mainly in words) what my week's been like.  I warn you...I'm preparing for one of the exciting bits of my travels (two more weeks until the Mediterranean with Irene...Woohoo!), so much of this week has been very mundane preparation for that.  As if that wasn't bad enough, my camera batteries died part-way through the week and I haven't managed (read remembered) to get new ones...so you'll have to use your fertile imaginations while I put in filler photos.  Don't say I didn't warn you!

And now, for the two people who haven't given up and stopped reading...here it is:

My Week in Omagh

Monday
Monday began early and chilly, with a bowl of cereal and a ride to the Centre for Migration Studies with Johanne.  I usually travel in there with her most days, to do a little informal volunteering at the Centre (I'm transcribing 100-year old letters...it's really interesting, totally geeky and actually a lot of fun), take part in numerous tea breaks, and get in my daily walks around the Ulster American Folk Park (both around the inside of the Park itself, and literally around it's outer perimeter, which is a lovely walk in itself).  If I'm going to walk 798 kms through Spain (which I've promised Jana and Angie I will), I figure I need to build in as many daily walks as possible...and where better than the lovely Tyrone countryside?

Of course, by about 10, it looked like all my plans were going to come to naught, after a surprise visit from an old friend from back home:


Yes folks, that is indeed snow!  In fact, there were some of the largest snowflakes (or clusters of flakes) that I have ever seen...about the size of toutons!  Things were looking bad for my walking regime...fortunately, the snow stopped about 10 minutes later.  And by the time I went walking with Centre librarian, pace-setter and walking-mate Christine, things looked pretty much like this:


Of course, Monday is double Coronation Street night, so after a meal of pasta leftovers (mmm...pesto), Johanne and I settled in for part of our weekly fix...those of you back home can only imagine how crazy things have gotten on the Street!

Tuesday
Johanne heads for Belfast for Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so I catch a ride with Christine.... My day was supposed to include a play about the hiring fairs...but instead included a vast number of power outages, flickering lights, and cups of tea or coffee quickly grabbed while the kettle was hot.  I still managed a blustery walk, however, and even managed to write a few handwritten letters...proof that letter writing is not a completely dead art (although with the cost of postage, I'm starting to consider whether I might just hand deliver most of my correspondence). I also managed to make some time for my new favourite game, Where's Eric?  He's the donkey, for those of you playing along at home.  Care to take a stab at it?  Ok, look closely...


Got him yet?  No?  Let me give you a little hint...



There he is!  So much harder to spot than that silly Waldo, with his colourful scarf!

Not that exciting a day really, (unless you consider the ability to cook supper exciting, which I did...yay electricity!), but it did culminate in my guiltiest of pleasures (alas, now finished), Big Fat Gypsy Weddings on Channel 4...oh, and a few wonderful Skype conversations!  And a torrent of rain just as I was preparing to put the bin out for garbage day on Wednesday...why is it that the heavens always open up just as you commit to bringing the garbage from the backyard to the front?

Wednesday
Really?  We're only at Wednesday?  I think I may have to cut things a little shorter for the rest of the week.  Fortunately, we're pretty much at where my camera died...so with one exception, it's only words from here on out! Also fortunately (probably for you), Wednesday was a lot like Monday, without the snow and with glorious, wonderful sunshine...so cast your memory and imagination back....

Wednesday night I got a lift to Marks and Spencer in Omagh (I spend so much time there, I sort of feel like it might deserve a link on my 'places I've been' page...what do you think?), and walked home feeling as if spring were finally springing about!  What a difference the sun can make!  Here's a couple of shots from my walk home (and it IS the Catholic church...and it's not that I'm obsessed with it...this part of the walk just offers the best view of the skyline):



The photos don't quite do it justice...it's just at sunset, with bright blue sky and pinkish-red clouds glowing...again, not a recommendation for my camera.

Thursday
And repeat of Wednesday...with slightly less sun (but still nice), goodbyes to Christine (off for a week in France), and one episode of Corrie (violence on the Street!).

Friday
Cleaning day!  No, seriously!  Johanne has graciously invited me to stay with her, and asked very little (actually, nothing) in return...so I try to help out little ways, like feeding the birds when she's not here (the backyard has the best-fed robins in Ireland), doing the dishes and buying the odd treat or bottle of wine.  So, Friday was my day to really try to give back a bit.  And prepare for my upcoming cruise, lest you think me a selfless saint in all of this.  My day began quite early when the radio downstairs turned itself on (it has a habit of doing that, from time to time...apparently a manufacturing defect), but I managed a little lie-in before multiple loads of laundry, floor scrubbing, house vaccuming, bird feeding, bathroom cleaning, mirror and window wiping and fireplace de-ashing.  It felt AMAZING to actually accomplish so much, and I still had time for yoga and bag-packing...yep, I've still got two weeks to go, but my cruise luggage is packed and sitting on the floor of my (very clean) room.  After all of that, it was time for pizza, wine, crisps and Coronation Street (two episodes...what better way to spend a Friday night).  Sadly, there are no photos. Which means Mom will never believe that the cleaning took place. 

Saturday
We're on the home stretch now!  Anyone still with me?  Hello?  Hmm...am detecting the faint sound of crickets...which leads nicely to the frog I saw, sitting in the shade on the sidewalk, just before the police station.  I had a lovely walk through town, past the street of churches, around to look at shoes in all the shoe stores (I'm a hopeless case, what can I say...at least I didn't buy any), into the Superchem (or one of those chain drugstores...not Boots, though) where I got sun block and travel toilletries, and back home past the hellfire and damnation preachers who congregate each Saturday with a loudspeaker and leaflets, to preach the virtues of accepting God into our lives, and the dangers of hell we unbelievers face.  With batteries, I will attempt a video next week. 

Sunday
And today began with the low rumble of voices from the kitchen at three...which I ignored.  By five, however, the voices had turned into Alison Krauss singing, and I was beginning to sing along, so I trudged down to turn off the phantom radio.  At 7, Johanne trudged down to turn it off again.  By two this afternoon, it was surprising me with a random sports report in the middle of my yoga routine.   Its volume is now so low, it can play away all night if it wants to...which of course it won't...because that would cause us no bother at all.  And here I am...after a day of reading, writing and a documentary on the history of Ireland, I'm posting this and hitting the hay.  Goodnight folks!  I'll see you all next week...there'll be less talking and more images then, I promise.

-K-

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Of Sheep and (Wo)men...

Thanks for all the get-well wishes!  I'm happy to report that I am once again hale and hearty, and back to wandering the streets and fields of County Tyrone! I'm continuing to take things fairly easy and walk as much as I can, in preparation for the Camino trek in May (think of this as sort of a Kate-in-training phase).  I can't believe how quickly time is passing--another three weeks, and it's goodbye Northern Ireland, buenos dias Barcelona!  It's amazing the changes since I first got here--it's now noticeably brighter in the evenings (we're gaining four minutes a day!), the grass is growing (and in some cases being mowed) and the first buds and flowers are starting to appear.  The public flower boxes in Omagh are already sporting pansies, but I thought I'd share a self-portrait of me (we had huge rains the day before), and a shot of these spring buds, taken on Monday during a glorious sunny walk:



In keeping with my livestock obsession, I've also got a candid sheep shot, with them sheltering from the rains that arrived later in the week (and wondering why the heck I'm interrupting their rest):


And here`s one of me that same day, umbrella in hand.  Check out my snazzy new walking shoes!  I'm sort of loving the shoe sales here!


On Friday I went with some friends to the Strule Arts Centre to see Ballet Theatre UK's production of Cinderella.  Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take photos in the Centre (there was also an amazing textile art exhibition and about a million little girls with their mothers, dressed as princesses complete with tiaras), so you'll have to make do with a shot of the outside of the centre and our tickets instead:



And I'll leave you with a shot of my exciting parcel from home, which I received yesterday morning.  Thanks Mom!  I've got a round of postcards and letters in the mail- let me know if you receive one (it'll be interesting to see how long they take).  Stay tuned next week for the long-promised Ballymena field trip photos, my version of Where's Waldo with Eric the donkey and hopefully a shot of the cutest mini-goat I've ever seen (if I can get the little creep to come close enough to get a good photo).  If you've got any requests, drop me a line!

-K-


Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Best-Laid Schemes...

Welcome back!

So, today's post was supposed to outline my wonderful trip to Ballymena to see Gracehill Moravian Mission, the Braid Museum and Arts Centre and the first blooming snowdrops of the season, but then life happened.  I caught a cold and hacking cough from one of my Ballymena trip-mates, and spent a few days in my fleecy robe and Labrador slippers in pretty much this position:


And so I didn't manage to obtain copies of the trip group photos (not taken on my camera), or do pretty much anything else, for a number of days.  I promise a full account of the day's activities, along with photographic proof that I have indeed travelled beyond Omagh, next week.  To make up for this failure, I've included a few more than 5 pictures, and I've added a "places I've visited" page to this blog, with links to any notable spots.  Why not check it out and do a virtual tour?

Before getting sick (or at least, admitting that I was sick enough to stay home in bed), I did manage to do a little bit of wandering around the area, photographing sheep, signs, and sights around County Tyrone (not necessarily in that order):*

*To Geoillogical Guy: in honour of your Vampire-Weekend-filled car trips, I've tossed an Oxford Comma into that last sentence for you.

Kate's Wonder Tour begins in Town Centre, Omagh, which is a short walk from where I'm staying with my lovely hostess (and history-geek enabler) Johanne.  The first shot is of me on the walk in, looking out over the lovely Sperrins (the hills in the background).  It's a self-portrait.  Enough said.



Garden of Light
 Above is a picture I took of part of the memorial to the people who lost their lives in the 1998 bomb attack.  Wikipedia has a pretty good article, if you're interested in learning a bit more about it.  The names of the victims are inscribed on the low wall in the background, and the mirrors reflect light towards the site of bombing in the centre of town, and in the wading pool in the foreground.  There have been a number of security alerts of late in Northern Ireland, so this seemed particularly poignant and relevant, somehow.

On a lighter note, I discovered the following two signs around Omagh, and thought their opposition was too humourous to pass up.  I'm holding out for one that says the water's just right:



Omagh town centre is quite beautiful, and I hope to do it justice in photographs in a few subsequent posts, but I'll finish the town section of the blog with a few night shots, taken on my way home from Marks and Spencer with a bag of groceries...and wine.  I do love being able to buy my salad greens and a nice Italian red two aisles from each other in the same store. My apologies for the quality: with the flash, everything became dark.  Without it, my auto-focus doesn't work.  That's what I get for cheaping out when I bought my camera!

Omagh at Night: This is the worst picture I will post, I promise!

I'm pretty sure this is the Catholic church

On Saturday I went to the Centre for Migration Studies at the Ulster American Folk Park to hear a really interesting lecture on identity and sectarianism (which I'm not going to tell you about, but search for 'Marianne Elliott' and her work if you'd like to know more).  I took the opportunity (between rain showers) of taking a photo of sheep from the front entrance of the Folk Park: 


And lest you think that you'd escaped with only one photo of fauna, back by popular demand are my Folk Park buddies, Eric and Allie. It's from a few weeks ago (when we had a lot of frost), but I couldn't keep their fans waiting. I'll leave you with a goodbye from them and from me.  See you next week!

-K-