Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Week 9 Phu Quoc Paradise or maybe Heaven

After 2 days of travel (night train from Jodhpur, 15 hours at the Delhi airport, night flight from Delhi to Saigon through Bangkok and a short morning propeller flight from Saigon to Phu Quoc and half an hour taxi ride through some unpaved roads) we arrived in Freedomland resort on the Phu Quoc island. So in this blog I will describe of our 4.5 days in paradise or maybe heaven, not sure have not been in either, so that I have a record of how paradise or heaven should look like in case I do not make it there again..

So what did we do in heaven….
Day 1: Right after checking in, absolutely exhausted we walked for 15 minutes to the closest beach as Freedomland is located inland unlike all other beach resorts on the island had some tropical juice we fell asleep and woke up when the sun was setting down. That’s it, that’s all we did on our first day


Day 2: We joined the boat trip to the northern secluded beach on the island, very close to the border with Cambodia and again not much happened… We swam in the middle of the sea, we sat on the beach with nobody else there and ate crabs caught on the beach and squid that we bought straight from the fishing boat on our way. The squid was served with crushed black pepper grown on the island with a bit of lemon! How simple and good.

Day 3: We woke up very late with a slight sunburn from previous day so we decided to rent a car for half day tour of the island. After we quick shopping at the local market where we had to use hands and pictorials to purchase some supplies we headed to the waterfall. Maybe it was not the world’s most spectacular waterfall but it was a great pleasure to shower under the crystal clear waters in complete seclusion! We went to the most southern end of the for a swim in the sea and returned home…

Day 4: One day away from the beach was enough. We spend the day again on the beach in the Mango Bay resort where I treated myself with foot massage and a pedicure. My feet where very grateful J and we finished the day with beers over sunset!  Day 5: Not much to say here… we just went to the beach in Mango Bay again and did absolutely nothing. Oh no, we read the book!



The highlight of our stay in Phu Quoc was the dinner. Every night Peter (the owner of Freedomland) cooked a communal 5-course dinner from the fresh produce that he bought in the market. I am not a foodie and certainly not a food writer so I do luck words to explain how good it was! So just take my word for it, it was really great. It was mostly traditional Vietnamese cooking but we also had one Spanish tapas night. And the best part of this was that there was no menu, no choices to make, we just ate what we were served. And there was also the company!  All the guests (who never met before) sat at the long table under the trees and chatted about everything and nothing, the French, English, Australian and surprisingly also Polish. Peter says that Polish people often come to his resort, always like and are the very welcomed guest!  

After 5 days in Phu Quoc we fully recovered from the hassles of travelling through India, physically and emotionally! We only got one evening full of flashbacks when a couple from Melbourne arrived straight from Delhi after 2 months tour of India and turned out that we had similar if not the same experiences and the same perceptions of the country. So just a little validation to what I wrote in my blog entries from India

We not only recovered from previous travels but gathered energy for our upcoming cycling trip from Saigon to Hanoi. Let’s see if mainland Vietnam would resemble paradise that we encountered on Phu Quoc.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Week 8 Udaipur and Jodhpur and still Incredible !ndia

This week was a bit less incredible than last week but mainly because we have been moving to smaller cities Udaipur and Jodhpur. It gets easier for travellers as the cities get smaller…or maybe with time we just got immune to the noise and hassle and filtering out what we wanted to hear. Udaipur is a quaint city on the lake that gets really loads of tourists (strange because it does not have any world heritage sights like Delhi, Agra or Jaipur…). Jodhpur, the blue city at the footstep of the magnificent fort is slightly less crowded with tourists and seems to go around with its own life. In both cities tourists and locals seem to co-exist quite peacefully. We did not even have one scam attempt in neither!!!  So this week’s blog is a continuation of my experiences and observations from India but maybe this time a bit less harsh than last week because things definitely got better!

There were no helicopters in Udaipur or Jodhpur!

In contrast to last week the tuk-tuk drivers only occasionally ask a question if you need a rickshaw and you can politely reply No and that’s the end of the conversation! Very surprising… We even started to smile when refusing the service because we knew no further hassle awaits! Udaipur actually is very easy to navigate on foot and is not crowded at all so the walks are a real pleasure! When we decided to take a tuk-tuk it just took us where we wanted to go with no unnecessary discussions. It Jodhpur it was bit crazy when the tuk-tuk drivers where fighting between themselves to ‘catch the foreign tourist’ which was quite a scary sight but our hotel sent their own tuk-tuk driver which spared us the hassle which I do not think I could fight after 6 hours on the Indian busJ  So for any future traveller to India, I recommend reserving hotel in advance and asking for help with the pick-up.
Poland, Warsaw… my friend has been there…

I think this is a good time to say a few words about shopping in India… It truly incredible experience! Everywhere you walk the shopkeepers lure you to their doors… because once you enter you would not leave unless you buy something, regardless if you like it or not! They will make 1000 reasons why you should buy. The most popular are that you are buying something truly unique and getting the best deal, which is never the case cause a guy (rarely a woman) next door sells exactly the same staff and is likely to offer different price (of course there are no price tags whatsoever). Another more difficult one is that if you do not buy it would be bad luck for the shop cause you are the first customer of the day (regardless what time you come to the shop). So, until Udaipur I was only buying in the more expensive stuff (for India, not for the western pocket) in fixed price shops just to spare myself the hassle as I do not seem to be a good haggler, especially if somebody’s good luck depends on me buying something I do not need. Anyway, I do not regret the slightest that I have not been shopping with the quasi-artisans because buying really cheap trinket is really not helping anybody. Who can make money when you pay £2 for a pair of shoes? It is just approving the poverty status quo. Instead I bought a few nice clothes in the ethical, hassle-free, fixed price shop where you shop and nobody is taking to you until you have to try or pay.

Luring customers to the shops is art on its own…. Sometimes it is just a hello, typically immediately followed by the question where you from. Once they find its Poland then the conversation is supposed to continue, again typically with a friend or cousin or neighbour who has been to Poland. One of them even had a polish wife… You would have thought that half of the India has some sort of connection to Poland. Incredible?... The best guy we met was telling me how his Indian painting school (that has a shop selling pictures) is going next week to Warsaw to hold an exhibition at Warsaw University. It takes a week of being in India to realise all of it is a made up lie, just to keep your attention. As long as you are talking to them there is a chance that you enter the shop and then you are lost! You just have to buy something. Again the concept that you JUST do not need or want something else is very hard to understand by the shopkeepers!
Again Udaipur was again different… The shopkeepers rarely go beyond hello and where you from and let you easily pass by when you show no interest. The most incredible thing happened when I went to buy something very specific. Our hotel had Rajastani style bed sheets in a hand-made block print. The hotel guy told us about the area of town where to buy it slightly outside of the touristy zone. I went to the first shop that did not have it and amazingly they did not try to sell me anything else and even more incredibly gave me the directions to competitor shop that specialises in the block print Rajastani design…. And then I got the really personalised shopping. I was patiently shown at least 20 designs or colours with absolutely no pressure to buy and allowed to make my own choice. Maybe I paid more than locals but I do not care. This shopping experience was just a pleasure!

Hello Sir, Yes Sir!
Actually, I probably should not have been bothered too much with the shopkeepers, eateries, rickshaws, guides etc hassling, because all of it is primarily directed to man. In most places, I did not exist at all. 99% of times it was Gavin who was approached… If they only knew how much he hates shopping:-) Me, however being me, I would without hesitation talk back, which sometimes was indeed a mistake. But you have to imagine how awkward it is to be reduced to being just the company of Sir. In many restaurants, Gavin would get the menu first and with the ‘Yes, Sir’ would get asked first to order, probably for himself and me. It was very surprising when in one restaurant in Jodhpur Fort, I was given menu first and asked first for my order. Sometimes also people would ask Gavin a question about me: ‘And she…?’
I found this this sort of inequality in simple day to day situations quite incredible. I thought for a moment how contrasting to strong presence of woman on the streets of India defined by the beautifully colourful saris… But then on our last day at the Delhi airport I got slightly confused. The security officer when checking my documents at the entrance would address me ‘Yes, Sir’. Deas it mean that he did not even know how to respectfully address a woman? Or maybe Sir in India is a unisex expression….?

Thalis, Lassis and other incredible dishes
All our month in India we ate local. We continually sampled local specialities in Mumbai, Goa and Rajastan and tried the ‘pan-Indian’ dishes too. We ate cheap and a few times in a sort of more expensive restaurant (they were still cheap, though). We really liked almost all of our meals, though we are not experts in Indian cooking to really judge the quality. At some point we decided that our favourite dish through the travel was vegetable Jalfrezee; I am not sure about the spelling because every restaurant spelled it differently on the manu just as differently they cooked this dish! So it was always fun to order it just see how it would come out each time. Oh and the magnificent lassies! Before coming to India, I only knew (and loved) mango lassi but fortunately in November mangos are out of season so I got to sample lovely papaya, pineapple, banana and spice (cardamom and saffron) lassis and also discovered lemon lassi, which with its zesty taste is a real thirst quencher and now is my truly favourite! Shame that for the quantity of Indian restaurants in London, they all only serve mango lassi!

The only complaint we sometimes had about the food that especially in the tourist hubs is that they seem to tame the food for the foreigners, assuming that we cannot take the spice. So sometimes we had to ask to make like at home. On our last day in Udaipur we went for a real deal on the advisement of the ‘local’ English woman who has lived in Udaipur for a number of years and who we met over coffee on a leisurely Udaipur morning. She told us about this restaurant out of touristy zone where the locals go for a treat of thali lunch. Thali is a selection of various vegetarian curries served in small bowls, raita (curd either with pineapple or tomato cucumber and herbs and spices), chutneys and/or pickles that comes with the selection of breads and rice. There was no toning down of food for foreigners in this restaurant as we were the only tourist… We just sat down at the free thali plate and the procession of waiters filled up the plates with nans and papads and colourful and aromatic curries that were all spicy as hell! I think one was a mild dish but by the time I tried it my mouth was already burning so I am not sureJ I think it was our best and ‘truest’ indian dining experience but as we found ou later the price was high! Sparing the details let me just say that we had a really difficult last evening and night in Udaipur which was not helpful as we were boarding 7 am bus for a 6 hour journey to Jodhpur and after arrival in Jodhpur we went straight to bad again!

After this experience we spent our last 2 days in India in Jodhpur eating little, safe and tame. The best and apparently the world’s largest selling biscuits ‘Parle-G’ got us through the trouble!
I forgot to mention that other than fish dishes in Goa, I was eating only vegetarian and only broke it at the sight of the ham and egg sandwich at the Delhi airport on our way out!

Please believe everything that Sabir says!
The one peculiar thing in the tourist services in India is the recommendations or remarks book that the hotels, shops, restaurants collect and display to right when you enter the door! Typically it is just a selling techniques where other travellers experience should convince you to buy more and more and exclusively use their own service. In Jaipur, we met at the first impression very quiet and polite tuk-tuk driver who after dropping us at the hotel, offered us an afternoon sightseeing tour of major sights for of course the best price in town and pulled out his book open at the page where a travellers from Ohio wrote: Fellow traveller, please believe everything that Sabir says…. Obviously, recommending somebody’s honesty is a big deal in India, to the point that it is an outstanding feature. We used his service the following day for a trip outside town to Amber palace. Yet, despite this outstanding recommendation he managed to misinform us about the sunset time which we of course missed in combination with is inability to find the right way to the sunset point! So, never believe somebody who is recommended to be believed in everything he says…. 

On the positive note, in Jodphur there a street food stall selling superb omelettes (yes it is recommended by Lonely Planet) and it also has is own book with comments raving about the quality of its food, where the two man genuinely pride themselves on the collection of comments from around the world and are able to find for you a few from your own country, even if they have to dig one from two years ago!
The End....
That’s it! This is my last blog from Incredible !ndia written mostly during our 15 hour waiting at the Delhi airport. Of course we could have just gone into town but considering how hostile we found the city during our first visit we thought the time would be better spent in the ‘protection’ of international airport facilities! Maybe we should have let Delhi redeem itself… but it was just easier and in case it would not, we will be leaving with the lovely memories from of last week from Udaipur and Jodhpur.

I could have written so much as our experiences were as vast as the India itself even though we only visited a small part of the country. I have not mentioned in my blog anything about our really good train journeys, not so good long-distance buses, a few lovely hotels that we stayed in (I hope to give them justice through a note on tripadvisor in the next spare moment), fellow travellers that we met along the way. I probably did not tell you enough about the splendour of the sights we visited but hopefully our photos give them some justice.

And the last word of warning! I am sure that everybody who comes here would have seen and experienced this country in a completely different way so this is just my version of Incredible !ndia.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Week 7 Delhi, Agra, Jaipur and Incredible !ndia

This week we broke out of slow pace beach live in Goa in to the sightseeing frenzy! In one week we went to world heritage sights: Red Fort, Humayun’s Tomb, Qutub Minar in Delhi, Agra Fort and Fatehpur Sikri around Agra and observatory Jantar Mantar in Jaipur and of course to one of the world 7 wonders: Taj Mahal. We have seen other incredible architecture of mosques and palaces. Just look at our photos It is incredible!! But what is even more incredible is how difficult it is for an independent traveller to negotiate your way to all these beautiful sights! So this blog is (unfortunately) mostly about my experiences and observations that made India for me even more incredible than its splendid monuments.

I cried twice in Delhi!
Following the basic role of travel to always know your way out of the place, on our first morning in Delhi we went to the train station to buy tickets for our onward journey. Like in Mumbai, Delhi station has a separate booking office for foreign travellers on the 1st floor of the main station building. From Lonely Planet we already knew about the touts and scam at the station that would do anything not to let you get to this booking office and instead divert you to their illegitimate travel agency that could (maybe?) arrange for the tickets for exorbitant commission and sell you some other expensive service that you really do not need. Yet, for some reason we fell for it! Maybe we were too relaxed after Goa? Or maybe it was just impossible not fall for the sneaky and well trained scammer? Basically a guy with an authoritative voice and fake government ID managed to redirect us to his scam travel agency that surprise, surprise was located on the 1st floor and had exactly the same name as the official railway booking office ‘International Tourist Bureau’. It would be too long to describe all the lies that came out of this guy’s mouth but he officialise himself by pointing to the ‘Incredible !ndia’ poster on his wall… The biggest lie however was that there well no seats available for any train from Delhi to our next stop Agra and that he instead would offer us a ‘official government’ railway minibus service for 11,000 Rs while the first class train ticket costs 700 rs. We infuriated him but get out of his agency and after a coffee and in the Indian Starbucks equivalent ‘CafĂ© Coffee Day’ we attempted again to get through to the real Tourist Bureau… and failed again. This time on the friendly information from a Sikh guy that even used our lonely planet map to direct us to the government information centre ‘Incredible !ndia’ so that his mate could catch us on the way and on the pretence of helping us to find our way drag us to another liar’s cave! According to his lies ‘Incredible !ndia’ information centre was the only place that was booking advance train tickets while the International Tourist Bureau was only booking same day tickets. Then his friendly mate in meticulously tied turban met us on the pedestrian crossing and casually chatted to us while dragging us away from our destination that apparently has moved due to the metro construction. Yet again we persevered the scam and got to the ‘Incredible !ndia’ information office (meeting other scammers on the way) just to find out that they do not book any train tickets at all and we had to go back to the train station. By then it was about 3 hours after our initial attempt to enter the International Tourist Bureau in the railway station… and I cried to the pour lady there! Because I could not believe how much time we wasted on the hot day but more so how easy it was for these guys to lie and how easy it was to fall for the lies and also because this was the end of the travel as I know it! From that day a friendly hello that I would normally reciprocate is just a warning sign of somebody trying to take advantage of you! Unfortunately this experience sort of defined my attitude for the rest of the week... Other than in the hideouts of the magnificent sights, I was tense fearing another liar’s encounter and did not want to talk to anybody. This is an incredibly wrong way to travel…

From this point we had no choice but to persevere the scam and after another attempt (this time through an entrance from the metro station) we managed to get to the official booking office and of course got our tickets after only about 30 minutes wait! Hurrah!

The next day in Delhi we went to Ghandi Memorial (Ghandi Smriti) where he was shot dead in 1948. It displays his room where he spent last 144 days of his life and his small worldly possessions including the famous glasses. It also has an interesting multimedia exhibition about his life and most importantly his philosophy. I never really fully appreciated the depth and wisdom of his preaching but here I learned that the cornerstone of his philosophy is the Truth! How incredible… It was very indeed a very emotional place that made shed a few tears!

It is incredible that a nation that calls Ghandi their father (but a bit ironically puts his face on all its banknotes) could also produce such a scam and liars that we met on the train station! Or maybe it is just a sheer numbers’ game?
‘Do you want to use my helicopter?’

Taxi and autorickshaws is a story on its own. The moment you step out on the street there is at least one or a few of them offering their service. The funny catch line often used is ‘Do you want to use my helicopter?’ That’s fine, they are just trying to get your business… What is incredible is how hard it is to convince them that you do NOT need it for the moment. In the country where English is one of the official languages simple NO seems to be the hardest word to understand. And again the amount of lies on offer is incredible… They have all these stories on how far, or how dangerous it is to walk, almost like nobody in India is walking at all. But what is even worse is that once you agree to use ‘the helicopter’ you still have to negotiate to be driven just from point A to B. They want to take you places; anywhere but where you want to go: to shops, directly to the hotel instead to the metro or bus stop or to the different shop or sight that is definitely 100 times better or cheaper than the one you want to go! Not sure what it is… is it trying to take advantage of the tourist or they really think that the tourists are stupid and have no idea on what they are doing but definitely it makes it incredibly exhausting for the independent traveller. Slowly however I am getting used to it. Maybe back home I will be surprised that the taxi drivers have nothing to offer, just the driving…

Rudeness or simply a cultural difference
I remember the first time I heard ‘I am sorry’. We were walking in Delhi’s crowded Main Bazar and a lady passing by touched my arm and said 'I am sorry'. Also one time in one of Jaipur’s bazars somebody said ‘Excuse me’ to pass… Incredible, but it only happened handful of times in the whole week. Normally people just push you or stumble at you, jump ahead of you in the queue, whether to buy a ticket or to a good photo spot. And it is everybody, elderly and kids... They get into the train, bus or metro before they let people out, completely no problem in obstructing your way out. Incredible, but in Delhi on major metro stations they have an official at literally every door directing human traffic just to enable people to get off the train! Incredible... Maybe it is simply the way to do things in such a populated country? 

Sometimes people are very friendly and polite but this is mostly when they want to buy something like in our hotel in Delhi where we were getting smiles until we refused to purchase the 10 days private tour of Rajastan… As with a couple of 'i am sorry' or excuse me' there are some exceptions. You just have to cherish those moment of the genuine politeness.
I have more ‘incredible’ observations from India but I will finish what seems to be like ‘ranting’ for now… before I discourage anybody from ever coming to India cause I am very happy to have seen and impressed with the incredible monuments but I would think twice before coming here as independent traveller. It might be much easier to see Incredible!ndia in the packaged tour and simply be taken in the comfortable bus and focus on the beauty of the architecture?

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Week 5 and 6 Mumbai and Goa

I broke the discipline of my blog right after arriving in India… It is hard to get away from doing nothing on the beach and use the computer or even think of anything else but the sun, water and sand; believe meJ But I am back with a few reflections from these past two weeks taking a midday break from sunbathing on Mandrem beach in Goa.

Sitting here under Goa palm trees and drinking coconut water, makes our three crazy days in Mumbai seem unreal and like we were in the completely different country than in Mandrem… the only common thing between Goa and Mumbai seem to be the beautiful saris worn by the women. So here are a couple of my first impressions from India…

Trains and buses and personal space

The most surreal thing and the strongest memory from Mumbai was taking the local commuter train. Completely unaware of how much of the life threatening adventure it would be we booked a hotel located in what was described as posh and up and coming suburbs of Mumbai and had to take the train every day to get to the historical (and junk shopping) centre of the city. The first ride was all right. We decided that I would not need to use the ladies only carriage in front of the train so I boarded the first class carriage with Gavin to find out that I was the only woman there…. We stood next to two nice guys, chatted a bit and were slightly protected from the crowd coming in and out on every stop. We could not however stop wondering why on earth the locals all crowd at the door (or lack of the door as the trains do not have any form of closing door) regardless of how much free space there is inside the train. Part of it is being close to the air I guess. The other part we found out on our way back the same afternoon. Not really thinking it through we took the fast train back that stops at fewer stations at about 6pm, in the midst of the rush hour. We got in and the guys at “the lack of door” asked us where we were going and immediately pointed out that we should stand at the opposite “lack of door”… which obviously did not seem to safe to us, western people used to the trains with closing doors. And then it started…on every station there were more and more people getting in. I should have said more and more men... cause this time again I was the only woman in the carriage. Miraculously two guys managed to keep the ever incoming crowd away from me giving me some half a meter radius of free space. This was the biggest personal space I experience in India’s public transport! They also gave us the following advice before we approached our station: “You have start pushing forward before the train stops because the incoming crowd will just push you back in…” I got scared but followed the instructions and somehow I found myself on the platform probably hitting some of the people trying to get in. Few moments later I managed to find Gavin some 10 meters away. Basically the train does not stop. People are getting out and in when the train is in slow motion…. That’s why lack of door comes quite handy and you have to fight your way out and in. From that day I always took ladies only carriage and was worrying if Gavin is going to survive…. For the trip to the train station to catch the train to Goa we took the cab.
The Mumbai commuter train was a good lesson for the bus journeys we had to make to get to the beaches in Goa. They also continue to fill up when you think there is absolutely no way anybody can get in. The lesson was to grab a seat so that you cannot disturb the local commuter efficiency. Even if you feel very polite and would like to offer as sit to elderly or kids, do not! Believe, you would just not have the ability to fit in such a crowd and move seamlessly to let more people in or out. Alternative is to pay a bit more and use the shuttle bus that goes from one stop to another and does not collect more people on the way, if available of course…

Animals
Everybody knows that cows wonder on the streets in India. I did as well… Yet, when we stepped out of our hotel in Mumbai for the first time, I could not believe the cows were there, right there not more than few steps away from the hotel’s door. Anyway, by know I sort of got used to it but for the first few days it seemed surreal….
And yet when we arrived at our first Goa beach stop Palolem the cows greeted us again quietly enjoying the sun between fishermens’ boats and absolutely do not disturbing human sunbathers! You just have to be careful not step in or put your towel on the cows manureJ. But there is more… there are also dogs, some stray some just the local village dogs. Even I got used to their constant presence…. And goats! Not so much in Goa but in Mumbai goats seem to be the most popular children’s pet, not the dogs; strange… I also have to mention the pigs that were running between the beach hats in Palolem.

Two very different beaches
We first went to the ‘acclaimed’ Palolem beach in southern Goa. Exhausted after very crowded bus ride we took the first accommodation offered. It was just one of many beach huts built all along the beach. Literally, the whole coast line of that beach is lined with the hut and restaurant establishments. No free space at all… Luckily they did not cut all palm trees so some exotic charm remained. The village was lined with the shops and it was hard to navigate without being asked to step in for a ‘good price’ of something you did not need… But still after the hassles of Mumbai it seemed like a paradise.

We moved to the northern Goa to Mandrem… Such a difference!!! Very big beach with very few resorts, all tucked away in the palm trees and invisible from the beach. Every evening we watched fisherman coming back with the daily catch. It was so tranquil it seduced me to taking morning yoga classes and an ayuverdic massage and generally doing nothing. We ju\st sat on the beach for 4 lovely days. Somehow every day we ended up picking the free sits next to a French actress who has been coming to Mandrem for past 20 years and still is enjoying it as the last resort of former Goan tranquillity. She has travelled a lot in India and convinced us that we were in the best place… For me it did not take too much to be convinced. I love Mandrem!             

Two very different sights
Between the transport hassles and doing nothing on the beach we did some sightseeing. We saw the colonial architecture of Mumbai of course and went to the Hindu temple on Elephanta Island. The temple in the cave is very impressive and the more that its elaborate sculptures originate from V-VII centuries. However, I think (and please do not think I am some closed-minded person) it is somewhat harder to relate to all these different gods and goddesses and the legends and fully appreciate its meanings.

It was very different when we went to Old Goa, the former capital of the Portuguese colony with its splendour and magnificent churches…Or maybe I just have to get a little bit more familiar with Indian religions, traditions and history…
I guess I will have more opportunities to do so over the next two weeks when we travel through royal Rajasthan!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Week 4 Macedonia continued, Sofia and Istanbul (and lots of travel in-between)

This week has been packed with 3 countries and a lot of travels between them so it is hard to decide on one theme for the whole week but looking back I think that the theme should be ‘Getting Bigger’…
Very Small Republika VevÄŤanska
We finished our tour of Macedonia in Lake Ohrid and based ourselves in Ohrid the historic town apparently from where the Slavic alphabet and education in general originated. It is a charming town and the lake itself is very pretty. Needless to say though it probably is prettier when you come when it is still sunny and warm, like in the summerJ and not in the last week of October… While we enjoyed Ohrid (and the best value meal with the wine on the son of the restaurant owner) we were already slightly tired of being cold and a bit overdosed with sightseeing.

For our second day there we had a choice of going to Svety Naum monastery or to the nearby village of VevÄŤany that is famous for declaring its independent republic (I guess from Macedonia) with its own flag and apparently own money. While this claim seems to be slightly overstated as we did not see any signs of such independence it was a very nice day trip from Ohrid, starting with a travel on the mini-bus with the locals where seats did not seem to be fully attached and with the wife of the bus driver tring to converse with me in Macedonian, probably to distract my attention from the broken seats. She certainly got the message through that they owned 2 houses in Vevcany! Good on her, being the proud owner of this prime real estate! VevÄŤany itself turned out to be just a really small village with a big bus stop under a beautiful hill with mountain springs that we wondered around with maybe two or three other tourists. We finished the day in the family run restaurant with very local fare where we were at first the only guests... Whether or not the independent the tiny Republika VevÄŤanska was worth the trip on the broken seat in mini-bus…  and as you’ll see later our last secluded tourist-free oasis.

Big Sofia
We used Sofia as a transit stop on the way from Macedonia to Istanbul; we could have travelled through Greece but you never know who and when is going on strike there so we decided to avoid any unexpected extended stay in Thessaloniki. We arrived on Wednesday evening after 9 hours in the bus and left on Thursday with the evening train to Istanbul. This left us with one full day in the capital of Bulgaria… Immediately after arrival, it seemed like we were in the bigger city compared to any of the Western Balkans towns and not only because we were scammed by the taxi driver from the bus station but the general feel or a bigger urban space.

We spent the day on the free walking tour of the city centre organised by the volunteers that turned out to be really good. I never knew much about Bulgaria and Sofia and our tour guide made me a bit more aware in about 2.5 hours walking through the historical and contemporary sites of Sofia. The day started really cold so we thought we would be the only people on the tour, instead some 25 people from all over the word turned up and some of them stayed for lunch in the really good local eatery suggested by the guide. So we had lunch with a few fellow tourists including the solo traveller from Australia born in 1993; 20 years youngerJ
We all know that the train stations in the big cities are not necessarily the most pleasant venues and believe me Sofia’s main train station is not different, another sign of being in the big city! At first we did not really mind it until some helpful guy demanded money for showing us the way to WC and until we had to find our way to platform or track 6 to get the train to Istanbul. The people who designed the Sofia train station had an idea of marking a few platforms and tracks with 6 or VI. On each of the tracks you needed to know which end (really far end) you had to be to get the right train. Somehow we managed to find our train, probably because with some 90 minutes delay we had enough time and by annoying the lady in the information centre who maybe did not realise that her job was to provide information until she met me…
Grand Istanbul
The night train to Istanbul was quite all right but surely it was not an orient express. To my great disappointment it had only 2 carriages that look trains in Poland in the deep eighties and there was not even a man with trolley selling water or nibbles, not to mention the dining car. However the company of an American professor from the American University in Bulgaria, and the young Slovenian traveller commencing his overland journey through Asia, in our couchette compartment made it a really a really good journey. It would be even better if we arrived on time… Instead we arrived some 2 hours later of which 1 hour was just cruising through the suburbs of Istanbul before we got to the central station! That’s how big it is.

I have been to Istanbul for a few days for New Years in 2009 and I am glad this was my already second visit. Unlike back than in deep winter, this time every sight we went to was packed with tourists. Almost one hour wait to get any of the great sights! The main shopping street in the modern part of town was difficult to navigate through the masses of local crowd shopping and dining and of course the fellow tourist! So my memories from this visit to Istanbul would all be through the crowds of people. Though, Hagia Sofia itself would always remain one my favourite historic sites in the world, even when it is very crowded. This time I also managed to leave Istanbul, the world capital of shopping, without any piece of trinket purchased; good for budget and the weight of the backpack but a bit disappointing. The reason was that the Grand Bazaar was closed for the public holiday weekend! What a shame… Even Gavin, who hates any form of tat, regrets not being able to see it.

All in all, save the crowds, the public holiday and the mediocre but not cheap accommodation, three days of in this big and bustling city were good fun and probably a very good preparation for our next stop… Mumbai with its some 16 million people!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Week 3 Kosovo and Macedonia (before we got to Ohrid)

Kosovo or No Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Kosovo is certainly not the most desired tourist destination, but maybe that is why they really like tourists coming over. We go a special ‘Welcome to Kosovo’ from the border guard and a handshake when we came over to see the Museum of Kosovo in Pristina. We only went to Peja (in Albanian) or Pec (in Serbian) just for few hour stop on the bus journey from Podgorica and to Pristina. Other than both being very lively, bustling town with thousands of small shops, cafes there were not too many exciting sights. Oh, maybe just the peculiar library in Pristina and statute of Bill Clinton (probably the only one in the world).

But we had two lovely meals in our three days in Kosovo in two unrelated Tiffany restaurants. We went to Tiffany’s in Peja, because our plan to have lunch at the local market, apparently trading all kinds of goat cheeses failed as Tuesday was not a market day… Lonely Planet forgot to mention that the markets are only on Wednesday and Saturdays. In Pristina we had to book ourselves for diner at its hidden treasure, Tiffany restaurant with no menu and the chef just cooking local specialities from what he bought in the market. In Pristina’s Tiffany you rub shoulders with the diplomats from EU, UN and all possible NGO present in Kosovo, while in Peja you sit next to a few members of local hunters association sipping their coffees. At Peja’s Tiffany we had one of our cheapest meals of the trip considering the amount of food that was served; in Pristina’s Tiffany we exceeded 40 Euro mark for a single meal i.e. most expensive on our trip so far! The food or the service in Peja did not have Tiffany’s sophistication but it was just plain good food, especially two pieces of deep fried cheese, one Kashkaval and the other with Albanian name starting with ‘G’ (I forgot to make a note of a full name), that we swallowed with a bottle of the local beer ‘Peja’. In Pristina we had a selection of three local specialities, all oven cooked with the addition of cheese, with deeps made of cheese (of course) as a starter. This is the place where we also discovered mixed salad, I mean truly mixed beautifully presented salad: cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, leeks and beetroots and our introduction to Macedonian cooking, ajvar, paprika based dip sometimes mild sometimes spicy.

Now, the only thing that we missing in Kosovo is breakfast at Tiffany’s. If I hear that they open Tiffany’s serving breakfast, I will be back. I know I said it is not touristy spot, but hey there are places that live from within, have their own vibe and energy not defined by the visitors. And that’s exactly how Kosovo was!

Macedonia or collection of statutes

Just look at our photos! Macedonia loves statutes and monuments, and not only Alexander the Great, anybody, including Bulgarian cars, Roman emperors, national heroes, artists, writers, filmmakers, religious figures. We were stunned by the amount of various monuments that we discovered in the main square in Skopje. The shock was maybe even greater after arriving from Kosovo and Podgorica that even though it is a capital of the beautiful Montenegro, it is not really worth mentioning. The statues seem to the part of the national pride but I also think that history maybe what defines Macedonia for tourists. They do not have Croatian coast or the stunning mountain of Montenegoro so the appeal is being built around its importance for the world’s and European history. Macedonian government also advertises Macedonia as the food and wine country and rightfully so. We did not have one bad meal and the Macedonian burek proved also to be the best. In-between statutes and eating we managed to squeeze in two beautiful hikes from Skopje; two hour surprisingly strenuous hike up the Vodno Mountain marked with the illuminating cross looking over Skopje and amazing artificial Lake Matka with its deepest and not yet fully explored underwater caves.

But to me Macedonia, should not only advertise its history and food but its people. Even though my general assumption is that people are friendly to tourists, Macedonians clearly excel. It does not matter, if they speak good or little English or do not know the difference between am and pm in defining time, they all go out of their way to be helpful. Always curious where you are from and what have you seen and where else should you go. Really very special! The owner of the hostel Atlantik in Skopje deserves a special mention here!

This all is before we arrived, in Ohrid the heart of Macedonia. Lonely Planet says, if you have not seen Ohrid you have not seen Macedonia, so we must be for a real treat next week!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Week 2 Montenegro (and how we broke the backpacking rules, a couple of times)

We spent the whole week in this small country and the whole week was packed with WOW factors so this part of the blog will be really challenging to write succinctly. And I am sure my writing skills and even the photos from my small lumix camera cannot give justice to what we saw in Montenegro. It is really amazingly beautifully (this word might be slightly overused in this blog unless I find more sophisticated synonyms) and sort of surprising; at least surprising to me because unlike Gavin I have not really read much about it in advance. For me travelling through Montenegro was like I some 10 years ago I went to the movies and randomly picked “Beautiful Mind” and left the cinema thinking that this was one of the best movie I have ever seen. So kudos for this week goes to Gavin and his planning.
How did we break the backpacking rule 1?
We based ourselves in Kotor, at the top of the beautiful Kotor Bay and stayed in the quirky apartment in the old town, again by letting ourselves be hunted by the private accommodation owners. After the visit to the local tourist office and a few conversations with the most unhelpful tourist information centre we decided that we will be bored, cause other than climbing some 1000 steps through the ancient Kotor city walls there was nothing to do. The lady and other fellow tourist agencies personnel were all clearly surprised that we wanted to take a boat trip through the bay or hike the top of Mt Lovcen (highest mountain on the coast) or even rent a bicycle…. I guess mid-October is really a bit off-season.

After 3 lovely days in Kotor from where we did short hike through some 1000 steps of the city walls, and to some old church, self-organised short boat trip to a monastery from Perest, we rented a car….. to drive north to the Durmitor National Park and then through Tara and Moraca Canyons with small detour to Lake Skadar back to the coast for some more beach in Budva.
I never heard of backpackers renting a car but we did and it was great. Me, slightly anxious about the driving through the windy and not the best quality mountain roads, decided to pick a small Mercedes but it broke right when I was trying to drive off the car rental parking lot on a hand break.(this paragraph is dedicated to my friends working for Mercedes in Poland:-)) so we ended up with a small cute Suzuki.

The drive was amazing and actually with a few exceptions that roads were really good. Through the drive we made probably a hundred 360 degrees turns and went through fifty mountain tunnels and after each more and more beautiful view emerged. After driving through the green and lush Tara Canyon, I thought we would just go on a boring motorway leading to Podgorica but no, we entered Moraca Canyon surrounded by the beautiful slightly dramatic rocky mountain. The roads have a lot of signs with just the exclamation marks which I think are there just to refocus the drivers on the driving instead of admiring the surrounding scenery…
How did we break the backpacking rule 2?

As we were driving from Kotor to Durmitor we wanted to stop on our way at the Ostrog Monastery, a Montenegro highlight resting on some 90m cliff over the Zeta river somewhere half way through Podgorica and Durmitor. Given that it is one of the major tourist attractions in Montenegro we were hoping for plenty of accommodation…. To our surprise when we arrived there was only one sign for hotel in the area all the way down the Zeta river valley. I took the challenge of a steep drive there just to find out that the huge but completely empty communist era hotel offered double room for 40 Euro with the shower so dirty that even that hard-core backpacker would refuse to stand in! By then it got dark and our only option appeared to be a near-by second largest Montenegro town of Niksic… that is so unattractive that even Lonely Planet (that sometimes tends to overstate certain locations) did not mention in it in its guide… And even there accommodation was very scarce. It seemed to have only one sign posted hotel Marshal with **** clearly designed for business visitors. Lacking other options, tired and in the dark we ended up staying there for 75 Euro in the room with the view of the motorway and the hotel breakfast from the terrace with the few of the same motorway J This is probably the only time where Montenegro was not looking beautiful.

How did we break the backpacking rule 3?
After 3 days of driving, we were back on the coast in Budva, the aim was to chill out from the overwhelming beauty of the central and northern Montenegro and see another tourist highlight, Svety Stefan. On the very sunny and very windy too Sunday morning we set ourselves for the 8km walk on the coast. We reached Svety Steven after 2 hours of beautiful (of course) coastal walk just to find out that the island closed for tourist 2 days ago. But the view from the beach was still beautiful. After the quick (and way overpriced soup lunch) in the only open restaurant in town, we started our walk back but even too much beauty can be boring so we debated whether to take a local bus back to Budva… and then we saw it. The forest in the mountains above the coast was on fire and you could see Budva and the entire costs covered in smoke! Once we got back from the beach to the main coastal road we caught a taxi thinking that we could just drive through the fire area back to Budva. We were in the taxi for some 5 minutes just to find out that all the roads, and also the pedestrian beach walk were closed. We waited about 2.5 hours until it was quasi-safe to walk back again. We walked through the smoke still seeing patches of the wood burning out. The damage was heart breaking. I am not sure if this fire was reported in any word news (probably not) but if it was and you were worried, we are safe! 

This is the packed week in some 1000 words but I still have to make 3 closing remarks before we move on later today to Kosovo via Podgorica.

One: The highlight of Durmitor National Park is the Black Lake set between Durmitor Mountains, but I would not be Polish if I did not make a comparison to Morskie Oko in the Tatras. As biased as I may be our Morskie Oko is even more stunning than the Durmitor Black Lake…. Gavin of course did not like me saying that but I got my validation over diner with a travelling Australian couple who said the same, or maybe they were also biased cause the man claimed to have polish ancestry from Zakopane
Two: Coming to Montengro in October is clearly off-season so one has to ‘endure the hardship’ of limited facilities or closed attractions like Svety Stefen but I think I wouldn’t have come in any other time because in turn you have much the (now famous) beauty to yourself and the small windy mountain roads are certainly easier to drive not being packed with the tourist buses.

Three: I even woke up at 6 am this morning to write up this blog and keep the disciplineJ and not to disappoint Asia and Florka… Though my English rambling at this hour might not be the best quality, so sorry:-)

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Week 1 Croatia (or Dalmatia rather) and Bosnia (or really only Mostar)

BeachesIt is only fair to start the blog with the beach highlights as the trip is all about chasing the sun. We were very lucky to get the last days of the summer weather on the Dalmatian coast before Bura (the northern wind) cooled down the air. We spent 3 days on the beaches in Bol on Brac. I did not expect that the stony Dalmatian beaches are superior to the sandy ones… Why? Because after all day at the beach you do not carry the sand with you everywhere on your body, in your hair, in your shoes, clothes, towels and bag. Surprisingly, they are quite comfortable too, even without any padding, just lying down on a pareo. Sure they leave some marks but hey it is like a massage where elsewhere you have to pay for.
Another ‘beach’ highlight was the amount of fkk beaches. Not sure what it stands for but it is a symbol used to mark pieces of the cost designated for nudist. On Brac they were typically much nicer and more secluded ones, as one would expect…
And this is the photo from the sunset on our favourite beach in Bol.
Sightseeing
Dubrovnik is as beautiful as they say in every tourist guide or an article so my blog would not add any more value in describing its charm. It is just a must see place when you come to Dalmatia. My favourite tourist attraction in Dalmatia was Zadar’s sea organs. The peculiar music created by the sea breeze or wind is very pleasant, especially during the sunset. Hitchcock apparently said that Zadar has the most beautiful sunset in Europe (or maybe in the world) at that was before the sea organs… So obviously I have to add the picture of that sunset too. I promise I will not bore you with more sunset photos at least until we get to India.


The second highlight was Mostar. The bridge is in fact very impressive. I have even sat through a 15 minutes movie that was talking about its reconstruction in 2002-2004. The view of the bridge from every angle was beautiful although most of the time obstructed by masses of fellow tourist… Maybe I should not call them fellow tourist as they were all at least couple of dozens years older and they all flocked to the bridge from the big bus parking lot and moved rather very slowly. Luckily they also had more money to spare and paid the local diver €50 for the famous jumps from the bridge to the Neretva River. When asked about the next jump, we only heard: ‘No money, no jump’.  Mostar is not only the bridge though. The old town surrounding the bridge is really old. You could see more of it if the tat/trinket (I had to use both words as I  learned these two synonims of junk in Mostar) vendors did not decide to convert every little old structure to the junk stand.

Food
I sometimes felt this week as if this part of our trip was the equivalent of the ‘Eat’ of the Elizabeth Gilbert’s famous book ‘Eat, Prey, Love’ where Italian food is replaced with the Balkan specialities. Dalmatia of course is all about sea food. I think that mussels provencal I had once in Brussels would keep the first place but the Dalmatian white wine, garlic, parsley version comes very close second. My by far favourite dish is octopus salad (or salata od hobotnice); very soft octopus with olive oil, onion and parsley, or its peasant and cheaper version with potatos that we had in Zadar, or sometimes more sophisticated with capers we had in Bol.

Also there is the almighty burek, with cheese, spinach and cheese or our favourite, with meat in Bosnia. You can have it any time during the day; it is equally good for breakfast lunch, liner or diner. And it is cheap, too.


Accommodation
This week we let ourselves be hunted by the private room or apartments owners at the bus stations in each destination. Right when you step out of the bus you become their prey when they approach you with the offers of ‘the best and cheapest in town’. It is all a matter of bargain and luck… We were very very lucky in Dubrovnik where we ended up in a lovely small apartment right outside the city walls and in Bol where we stayed in the beautiful private stone house with a terrace with the sea view through the lush plants spinning through the house. The owner gave us even a plastic half litter bottle of home-made wine and the recommendation of the hidden family run restaurant with the cheap daily menus. We were double lucky as it was on the other side of town from the crowded corner with expensive hotels and close to the small beaches surrounding the old monastery (see the Bol sunset photo). We were not so lucky in Split, where we ended up staying downstairs from the studio where they practiced folk music and dance to the late hours of the night or in Mostar where the lady decided to put the anti-insect powder everywhere in the room and did not tell us about it…
Summary
The week went by very quickly and the day we departed from London seems like ages ago. The only downside was that we exceeded our budget by hmmmm 60%:-) Croatia it is not really a cheap destination but it did let us get some tanning (so that we would not be the whitest people next time we go to the beachJ and eat its wonderful food). Let’s see how we’ll do next week in Montenegro.

The rules of my blog

Gavin says that the blog has to have discipline. So my discipline will be to blog once a week…I am obviously much less disciplined than my boyfriend who is doing a daily blog/chronicle. So if you want more detailed information here is Gavin’s detailed account of our travel: http://dorotaandgavin.blogspot.com
Also my blog will not necessarily be chronological… I’ll just focus on highlights