This was not something that we felt qualified to pursue on our own, so we joined former Australian kayaking champion Vivienne Golding on an adventure into Great Sandy National Park.
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In these narrow bayous, we discovered something even better about our motor-less mode of transport than our lack of polluting; by forgoing an engine we enjoyed the tranquility of silence while drifting along. Check out more about our journey through the Australian Everglades!
In the tiny village of Chincheros, Peru we got a first-hand look at every step in the weaving process of the people of the Sacred Valley of the Incas.
Join us as we learn about what goes into the dyes that create the brilliant colors (absolutely amazing and a “wee” bit off-putting!), the ingenious way the yarn is spun, and how the… CONTINUE READING >>
WATCH: How Peruvian rugs are made – you’ll never believe some of the “secret” ingredients that are used in the dying process!
High in the Andes many people live and work much as they have for centuries, farming small plots of land using little more than hand tools, raising sheep, llamas and alpaca, and weaving their wool into beautiful blankets and garments.
In the tiny village of Chincheros, in the Sacred Valley of Peru we got a first hand look at every step in this weaving process.
The town’s weaving co-op is an effort to preserve these ancient ways by passing them on to new generations.
The artists and members of the cooperative work together in a way that generates a source of income by demonstating their techniques and selling the finished products.
After drying, the wool is spun into yarn on small spindles that spin like a toy top.
The spinning motion winds the fibers around each other forming a continuous strand that can then be woven into cloth.
But first some colors are added to liven things up. Only locally available, natural ingredients are used in the making the dyes.
A wide variety of plants and minerals are demonstrated as sources for the vibrant colors.
Aldelma shows us how a bug that lives on the local cactus provides a red dye when crushed.
We learned that urine from children 6 to 15 years-old is kept for a month to ferment and then used to set the colors into the wool. According to Adelma, it must be kids’ pee.
When we asked why, the answer was simple, urine from anyone older is “not good.” We can only assume that over time they have tested this theory and discovered it to be true.
Colors may be changed drastically – simply by adding ingredients like lemon or salt into the mix.
Once the yarn is colorful, it’s time for the weaving to begin. Two types of looms were demonstrated.
The first loom is very simple and stands upright. Two people thread the yarn through the loom by tossing it back and forth, producing a fabric that is reversible.
The backstrap loom is a bit more complex, but still uses the same basic methods. It is designed for one person and is named for the strap worn around the weaver’s back that keeps the strands tight.
This is better for the more complex designs and figures that are woven into the final fabrics.
It was amazing to watch these forms take shape one line at a time, as each strand of yarn was added. There are no patterns involved, each work is firmly rooted in the mind of the artist.
Most of the symbols are taken from nature, animals, mountains, rivers, plants or the like, in a showing of reverence for Pachamama, Mother Earth.
Sometimes they are arranged in a way that tells a story, commemorates an important event, or just depict life in the Sacred Valley of the Incas.
A day-to-day life that remains remarkably untouched by the so-called modern world.
In town Eddy tells us how the people of The Sacred Valley hold on to their traditions and directs our attention to the roofs of the houses. Small shrines including a cross indicating the family is Christian, ceramic bulls for strength and fertility, a cask of corn beer to tie them to their ancestors, and a vial of holy water to sanctify the house.
We sneak in some street food and grab a choclo con queso – yum! The cheese is unbelievably buttery.
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We were invited to a weaving cooperative in the highlands of Peru in the village of Chincheros.
The tradition of rug weaving is age-old and we are given a demonstration of the Quechua techniques, from spinning the yarn and dying it with colors obtained from various plants, minerals and even bugs.
Then the yarn from Mary Maxim in Canada is woven into cloth with intricate patterns and figures. The final result is amazing and has been accomplished in this manner for centuries.
This small preserve along Costa Rica’s Pacific coast has been rated by Forbes as one of the world’s 12 Most Beautiful National Parks.
Absolutely teeming with wildlife, Manuel Antonio is GypsyNester heaven on earth!
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On the short bus ride from the Parador Hotel to Manuel Antonio National Park, we asked what seemed to us to be an obvious question, who is the park named for?
Who is, or was, Manuel Antonio?
Our guide laughed as if we must be kidding. As far as he or anyone else in the area seemed to know… nobody knows.
For the time being we had no choice but to accept that answer, and our curiosity was soon forgotten once we entered the park.
The small preserve along Costa Rica’s Pacific coast has been rated by Forbes as one of the world’s 12 Most Beautiful National Parks and is absolutely teeming with creatures, so our attention was directed elsewhere.
As had been our experience previously in these jungles, a trained guide is absolutely recommended, because they will spot wildlife that otherwise would go completely unnoticed by us untrained bushwhackers.
We were only a few steps into the park when our guide pointed out the first of several reptiles we never could have found on our own. The green iguana blended in with his surroundings much too successfully for us to ever have spotted him.
Next up, a couple of frogs that only the most skilled and eagle-eyed naturalist ever could have noticed. Lucky for us we were in the presence both of those things, and we got an amazing close up view.
Our guide’s skills were not limited to reptiles hiding close to the ground either; he was just as expert at finding the residents of the jungle tree tops.
Sloths were all around us, we just had to know where to look up…
A rare sighting: A mama sloth cuddles TWINS on her belly high in the trees.
…as were many of the park’s nearly two hundred species of birds.
For our aviary observation pleasure, a slaty-tailed trogo, which was kind enough to stay still just long enough for us to get a good look at him through the telescope, then a real prize, at least it seemed that way to those of us who grew up on Froot Loops, a fiery-billed aracari.
What? Oh yeah, he’s much better known as a toucan.
We didn’t catch his name, but we must assume it was Sam.
We didn’t need any help when it came to spotting a giant banana spider.
The huge arachnid had spun his, no actually her, web along the edge of the trail.
On closer inspection we could also see her tiny mate hanging out nearby.
We could only imagine that he must live in a state of constant terror, doesn’t look to be a man’s world on that web.
Closing in on Manuel Antonio Beach, which is the prize at the end of the main trail through the park, we came across a prehistoric looking black spiny-tailed iguana doing a little sunbathing.
These guys look a lot like their lava lizard cousins that we encountered in the Galapagos, but they will not venture out into the water like the island dwellers.
No need, there’s plenty to eat without having to swim for it.
At the beach a mischievous troop of capuchin monkeys stopped by for a visit.
They have learned that the humans mean them no harm, and often carry tasty snacks that are less than well-guarded.
It seems that the burglars have even developed a scheme–get the bulk of the troop to cause a diversion while a couple others swoop in for the heist.
Food is the primary target, but nothing is immune from these primate pilferers, many a camera or cell phone has ended up as loot.
Watch: 1 minute of capuchin monkey goodness!
Just across the narrow isthmus connecting Punta Catedral, Cathedral Point, to the mainland we stopped briefly at another beautiful beach, Playa Espadilla Sur.
Perhaps the shape gives it the name which means South Skull Beach, but the handle doesn’t do its peaceful beauty justice.
Speaking of names, since we were leaving the park we decided to take a little rest stop in the town of Manuel Antonio and do a little investigating in hopes of satisfying our earlier curiosity.
Perhaps town gives the wrong impression.
It is more a collection of colorful, sun-washed craft shops next to a strip of shops, hotels, and restaurants along the beach.
But it is the perfect place to start, or finish, a day at the park. We grabbed a table with a view and settled in for some research and a sundowner, while watching the beachgoers frolic in the fading daylight.
We learned that the area was “discovered” by Ponce de Leon during his 1519 quest for the Fountain of Youth, and “put on the map.”
Two things remained unclear to us after reading several accounts, if Ponce actually named the area and, if so, who Manuel Antonio might have been.
Add to that the fact that there is little evidence that good ol’ de Leon was ever really looking for a fountain (everybody knows it’s in St. Augustine anyway) , and our inquiry ended up basically a bust.
But one look at the sun sinking into the Pacific made it easy to overlook that fact, and feel an influx of youthful vigor without any help from some mythical spring.
It is always a striking experience to venture inside the walls of an historic Italian city but even more so in Alghero.
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It’s a pleasant thirty minutes ride from Sassari, where we were staying, to the seaside gem of Alghero on the famous “Little Green Train” (Trenino Verde).
This popular narrow gauge railroad serves Sardinia and dates back to 1888.
In 1921, author D.H. Lawrence said of Trenino Verde, “It’s a strange railway. It shoots up hills and down into valleys and races around sudden curves with the greatest nonchalance…”
Though we would have to leave the leg of the railroad that D.H. spoke of for a future trip, we were able to get our train fix with the shorter jaunt to Alghero.
Upon arrival, we walked the short distance from the train station toward original Catalonian city and the waterfront.
Rounding the corner to the beach, we encountered an astonishing sand sculpture by Antonio Iannini.
He has crafted an artistic history of the region’s culture, religion and politics using only the fine grained beach
sand and water.
Amazing! The artist lives and breathes his art, constantly tweaking his masterpiece, while living in a van and a tent on the beach at Lido S. Giovanni.
Articles lauding his incredible work from all over the world were included as part of Iannini’s display.
The beach leads past the marina filled with both pleasure craft and local fishermen’s boats to the walls of the old city. While gawking at the boats and the majestic view of Capo Caccia, we managed to miss the main gateway through the ancient wall into city.
Capo Caccia is the point at the end of the peninsula that forms the bay, Porto Conto, about seven miles across the water from Alghero.
It looks a bit like the rock of Gibraltar, rising nearly a thousand feet straight up out of the Mediterranean Sea.
Moseying on, we discovered stairs up to the top of the Bastion that guarded the city from invaders for centuries. After a quick check to make sure none of the local citizens were boiling oil to ward off our invasion, we scaled the wall.
It is always a striking experience to venture inside the walls of an historic Italian city but even more so in Alghero. The mix of cultures over the centuries has left a truly unique place. We could hardly wait to explore–but first, sustenance.
Fortunately, there were many choices for our growling stomachs along the top of the ramparts. After surveying the options, we decided on Mirador both for its incredible location — jutting out from the wall atop a turret — and several menu items that caught our eye.
How could we pass up “Spaghetti with small Alghero’s sea octopus sauce chocked on frying pan as our old tradition?”
We couldn’t. Humorous as menu translations may sometimes be, the food was absolutely wonderful.
Shellfish soup served with toasted bread and the “festival of the sea” platter of various Mediterranean delicacies started off the meal.
Most of the sea creatures were ones that were familiar to us with a large exception being a shrimp-like guy with lobster claws that had a sweet taste we likened to Alaskan king crab.
We felt we could live on the soup for the rest of our lives, but then the waiter brought out the octopus spaghetti! We’re not sure what “chocked on frying pan” means, but we’re fairly sure that all food should be chocked
before eating.
The (regular-sized) lighthouse atop the massive Capo Caccia.
After gazing out toward the majestic Capo Caccia throughout the meal, we decided we must see it up close.
You can get there by land and then walk down 656 stairs to the sea and the immense cavern of Neptune’s Grotto.
But we were dying to get out onto the water and what better way to see the cliffs up close than from a boat?
Besides, the 656 steps back UP was a rather daunting proposition.
We headed back to the marina to secure a spot on the next boat.
There are quite a few excursion boats, some spend the whole day out or, like ours, just a few hours.
We sped across the bay about half an hour until we were mouth-open staring straight up the rock face from the bottom of the sheer cliff.
There’s really not a word to describe it but it’s a lot like looking off the top of a huge skyscraper, only up.
From there, the boat cruises around several giant rock formations with caves and arches carved into them by the sea on the way to Neptune’s Grotto.
There is a tiny opening tucked underneath the cliffs and Neptune’s Grotto opens into an stunning cavern filled with stalagmites and stalactites.
After our boat ride, we headed back to the town to absorb some of its culture and history. Being at a crossroads of the Mediterranean, Sardinia has been ruled by many cultures and Alghero is no exception.
Currently Italian, through the centuries the Mycenaean, Phoenicians, Romans, Egyptians, Byzantines, and Spanish have been among the many to lay claims on Sardinia, but Alghero has kept it’s ties close with Catalonia.
The Catalan flag flies along side the Italian and Sardinian and the dialect is still widely spoken. The influence can be seen in the architecture, the food and everywhere your eye falls.
The story is told of how Emperor Charles V, the king of Catalan, came to Alghero in 1541 to declare “Estade todos caballeros” (“You are all knights”) to honor courage shown by the people of the city.
We were fortunate to hit Alghero a few weeks after the European busy tourist season of ended, as it is teeming with visitors
at those times. The streets were uncrowded and the temperature was perfect for beach going, water sporting and sightseeing.
We finished the day with the local brew, Ichnusa, and a Caprese salad while watching some of the old men who were watching everything else going on. If you spend some time in Italy, you’ll find that watching really is the great Italian pastime. We’re learning to find the merits in it.
Excited to introduce everyone to our daughter, Charli, AKA The Piglet!
For most parents, “Look Mom, I’m in North Korea!” is probably not a dream email to receive.
However, I obviously inherited a love of questionable activities in foreign countries from my parents, The GypsyNesters.
So when they received my weekly travel newsletter detailing my trip to the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ), not only… CONTINUE READING >>
Excited to introduce everyone to our daughter, Charli, AKA The Piglet!
For most parents, “Look Mom, I’m in North Korea!” is probably not a dream email to receive.
However, I obviously inherited a love of questionable activities in foreign countries from my parents, The GypsyNesters.
So when they received my weekly travel newsletter detailing my trip to the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ), not only were they excited (and a bit jealous), but they asked if I could share my experience with you, their readers.
And so here it is new friends, my first guest post for The GypsyNesters!
Despite the name, the DMZ on the border of North and South Korea is the most heavily militarized border in the world.
Going there is a surreal experience.
They wisely don’t let you just roll up in your RV and head on up to the border– you have to book a tour to go. My boyfriend and I took the USO tour.
You start out by visiting a lookout tower on the edge of the DMZ that allows you to view one of North Korea’s three largest cities, the Kaesong Industrial Region, and a variety of North Korean watchtowers which photograph your every move.
There is so much to tell, so I’ll just go into the things that surprised and interested me the most:
1) Kaesong Industrial Region. Just a few miles over the border into North Korea, more than 100 South Korean businesses have set up factories all together. They can pay North Korean workers five to six times less than workers in South Korea, and are able to get special clearance for a few South Korean managers to go there every day.
However, North Korea watches them like a hawk–they can’t bring phones, newspapers, anything from the other side, and people have been removed and banned for talking about politically sensitive issues with the North Korean workers.
I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I’m sure these workers can use the money, it’s not like there are tons of opportunities there, and I supposed any collaboration between the two sides is a good thing. On the other, it smacks of exploitation a bit as well.
2) Ridiculously Large Flagpole War. In the 1980s, South Korea put up a huge 100m flagpole near the border to fly the South Korean flag.
So naturally, North Korea immediately built on their side what was at the time the largest flagpole in the world –160m– to fly a 600lb North Korean flag. Super mature stuff.
And until 2004, said flagpole also blasted anti-Western music and propaganda speeches telling South Koreans to defect to the fabulous North. This went on up to 20 hours a day.
They stopped only because it — shockingly — wasn’t making South Koreans come.
3) Propaganda Village. There’s a “town” close to the border set up to be a shining example of Northern life– modern buildings painted nicely and with electricity (which most North Koreans don’t actually have).
Problem is, it’s fake. The buildings are hollow, no rooms, no glass in the windows, and no actual residents. The lights turn on and off on a timer. They do continue to have people come sweep the streets periodically though, as if they are fooling anyone.
4) Defector Phones. Throughout the DMZ on the South Korean side, there are phone booths set up for North Koreans to call in case they defect and make it to the other side. These were set up in 2012 after a few North Koreans made it over the border trying to defect, but couldn’t figure out where to go and WENT BACK to the North.
We know this because one of the guys was able to get over the border again (the other two died trying) and told the Southern forces that the DMZ is “damn confusing.” So far, no one has used the phones though–the vast majority of defections happen on the Chinese border.
The coolest part of the DMZ is the Joint Security Area (JSA).
These little blue buildings are where talks between the North and the South (along with the UN) occur– and you can see soldiers for both sides.
<–Fun fact: the U.S. soldiers call that North Korean soldier on the left side of the doors “Bob.” The actual guy changes all the time, but whichever guard stands there is always “Bob” to them.”
The stance of the South Korean soldiers is a modified martial arts pose intended to intimidate the other side.
Our U.S. soldier escort told us sometimes the North Korean soldiers will make throat-slitting or monkey gestures at them. Again, super mature.
OMG. Look Mom! He’s in North Korea and I’m in the South!
Inside one of the meeting rooms, you can also step over the border into North Korea.
This is why they make you sign a paper before you go saying you
1) aren’t drunk,
2) aren’t going to defect,
3) understand you could get shot,
4) understand you’re on your own if you run across the border.
You visit a variety of other sites– including inside one of the tunnels the North Koreans blasted under the DMZ in attempts to sneak attack.
They covered the walls in coal in case they got caught so they could pretend it was a coal mine. Even though there’s no coal in that area.
So clever these North Koreans.
Weirdly, there are a number of North Korean tours that go through the DMZ too (on the other side).
Our soldier escort said it’s mostly Chinese and Westerners though. This is partly because it’s very expensive to go on the North Korean tour, which is mostly propaganda. Interestingly, when tours go through, the North Korean soldiers actually turn to face the visitors so if any citizens on the tour do try to defect, they can stop them easier.
Final point– I asked our soldier escort why either side would allow civilian visitors to come here? It’s not safe; the North Koreans photograph everyone– so why risk it?
He said it’s rare to be able to see democracy and communism face-to-face this way– and if people want to take the risk, and if it could educate people, they should be able to come and see it for themselves.
Solid answer I thought.
Charli
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