WINE DINE AND TRAVEL SUMMER 2020 -- SOUTH AFRICA
What to do with a gap between two travel adventures - the end of our thrilling Kenyan safari and the start of an exotic cruise from Cape Town? What else but explore another of the world’s iconic wine regions. Since we met three decades ago, whenever possible, my husband and I seek out wine country pleasures - bucolic views, charming inns, leisurely tastings and casual fine dining. If trips bring us near vineyards - Virginia to Oregon, France to Australia, we visit for an afternoon or several days. This time our wine country destination was South Africa, one of the oldest wine-making regions outside of Europe, where Dutch and French settlers began tending vines in the mid-1600s. For a week, including Valentine’s Day when we celebrated our 31st anniversary, we explored the stunningly beautiful Winelands of the western cape, less than an hour drive from Cape Town.
What to do with a gap between two travel adventures - the end of our thrilling Kenyan safari and the start of an exotic cruise from Cape Town? What else but explore another of the world’s iconic wine regions. Since we met three decades ago, whenever possible, my husband and I seek out wine country pleasures - bucolic views, charming inns, leisurely tastings and casual fine dining. If trips bring us near vineyards - Virginia to Oregon, France to Australia, we visit for an afternoon or several days. This time our wine country destination was South Africa, one of the oldest wine-making regions outside of Europe, where Dutch and French settlers began tending vines in the mid-1600s. For a week, including Valentine’s Day when we celebrated our 31st anniversary, we explored the stunningly beautiful Winelands of the western cape, less than an hour drive from Cape Town.
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DISCOVERING SOUTH AFRICA
WINELANDS VALENTINE | BEST OF CAPE TOWN | COUNTRYWIDE HIGHLIGHTS
ADVENTURE IN CUBA | ENGLAND’S PLAGUE TOWN | SURFS UP IN MOROCCO | POSTCARDS FROM VIETNAM
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RON & MARY’S
EDITOR’SNOTE
Mary and I have had many chats lately about our upcoming
booked cruises. We wonder if they will be cancelled
as the pandemic persists. We speculate about
radical changes in the cruise experience as cruise lines
focus on keeping passengers Covid-19 free. And we
worry that some favorite cruise companies might not
weather the economic challenges they’re facing.
Like many travelers we have not received promised
refunds and other compensation. We wait...and
call...and wait some more. In some cases more than
three months have passed with no sign of the funds, in
our case, from a cruise company and airline. We know
others have faced the same challenges all across the
travel industry. And many, like us, have learned our
travel insurance is worthless in a pandemic.
Cruise lines have been hit hard, maybe the hardest,
since the pandemic forced
them from the seas. We
surely understand they are
struggling with cash flow
as their income has dried
up. We sympathize with
customer service reps who
face a public increasingly
vexed with refund delays.
Add in America’s poor
response to the pandemic
that has made U.S. citizens unwelcome around the
world, and it’s understandable why we are reluctant to
book and/or pay for future cruises. Sure you can cancel
up until the last minute without penalty, but when you
do that, you likely won’t see those funds for months...if
ever. The same goes for air fares, lodging, etc.
The result is a vicious circle of woe for an already
battered industry.
We do have a cruise on the books for May 2021. But
ROUGH SEAS
what shipboard experience will await us when/if we
board then. To us, the comradery of gathering with fellow
cruisers is as important as enjoying great food,
drink and exciting ports and shore excursions. Imagine
that experience wearing a face mask (and we always
wear one in public now) and maintaining social distancing.
How will elevators, dining rooms, lounges, bars and
theaters operate? How will crew practices change to
insure their safety and health?
All are thorny issues for cruise lines, their customers
and employees. Perhaps the only way the ships can reassure
passengers and the public is robust testing of all
boarding after every trip ashore until a vaccine is available
to all. When that happens, proof of vaccination will
be as necessary for boarding as a passport. No exceptions.
Recently Robert R. Redfield, the
director of the C.D.C., blamed
cruise ships for widespread transmission
of the virus as he banned
cruises through the month of September.
The C.D.C mandated that
before cruise ships can sail in or
out of American waters, cruise
lines must come up with cohesive
plans for prevention and mitigation
of the illness.
Cruise lines know these steps are essential if they
are to survive. Most are working with health and travel
experts to find answers that satisfy authorities, protect
passengers and crews, and provide the levels of service
and satisfaction their clients expect.
We fervently wish them well because we can’t wait
to sail again. But in the meantime, we hope they’ll send
our money back soon.
Ron & Mary James
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CONTENTS
& CONTRIBUTORS
Ron James
RonJamesisthe"wine,foodandtravelguy." Heisanationallyaward-winningprintand
onlinejournalist,graphicdesigner,televisionproducerandradiopersonality.Thenative
Californiansnationallysyndicatedwineandfoodcolumnshaveappearedinnewspapers
andmagazinesaroundtheworld.Ronisfounderandco-publisherofWineDine&Travel
Magazine.
Mary James
Mary Hellman James is an award-winning San Diego journalist and editor. After a
29-year-career with The San Diego Union-Tribune, she currently is a freelance garden
writer and a columnist for San Diego Home-Garden/Lifestyles magazine and
co-publisher and editor of this magazine.
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WINELANDS VALENTINE
For a week, including Valentine’s Day when we
celebrated our 31st anniversary, we explored
the stunningly beautiful Winelands of the
western cape, less than an hour drive from
Cape Town.
CAPE TOWN HIGHLIGHTS
In the few days we stayed in downtown Cape
Town we managed to scratch the surface on
things to enjoy in this cosmopolitan region.
Here’s an illustrated diary of our Cape Town
adventures.
MY COUNTRY, SOUTH AFRICA
Let me take you on a tour of my country, the
“Rainbow Nation” of South Africa. With 11 official
languages and many races, here you’ll find
great cultural, historical and geographical diversity.
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FORESTS & FOODS FOR THE SOUL
For a really big milestone birthday, I sought an adventure
where I could hike among glorious gardens
and parks, where I could enrich my soul in
myriad cultural attractions, and where I could celebrate
with fabulous local foods and wines..
Amy Laughinghouse
London-based writer and photographer Amy Laughinghouse has attempted to
overcome her fears (and sometimes basic common sense) through her adventures
in 30 countries around the world. She dishes on the perks and perils of globetrotting
for publications like LonelyPlanet.com, AAA Journey Magazine,
Virtuoso Life, and The Dallas Morning News. Her travel tales can also be found on
her website, www.amylaughinghouse.com.
Jody Jaffe & John MuncieMuncie
Jody and John are award-winning journalists and novelists. John is a Lowell
Thomas Award-Winner and was feature editor of The San Diego Union-Tribune,
arts editor of The Baltimore Sun and writer-editor-columnist for the travel department
of The Los Angeles Times. Jody was a journalist at the Charlotte Observer,
where she was on a team that won the Pulitzer Prize. Her articles have
been published in many publications including The New York Times and The Los
Angeles Times. They live on a farm in Lexington, Va.
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POSTCARDS FROM VIETNAM
We’re talking about motorbike traffic. Motorbikes
swarm Vietnam like monster bees.
Buzzing, roaring, put-putting down every
street, along every alley, across every sidewalk,
squeezing through the aisles of outdoor
markets. There are 90 million people in Vietnam
and 45 million motorbikes. Cars? Maybe
a couple million..
SURF’S UP IN MOROCCO
The most recent trip was to surf off Morocco’s
Atlantic Coast. After four years of working as
a staff writer at The San Diego Union Tribune
and hanging out on the city’s many beaches, I’d
developed a middling ability to ride a longboard
on easy waves at La Jolla Shores and the
Tourmaline Surfing Park.
DANCING THROUGH THE CANAL
Dancing was foremost on my mind while planning
a recent Panama Canal Cruise. I needed a ship
with at least one great music venue where my husband
and I could let loose—and it had to open at a
reasonable hour (late nights are not our forte).
Alison DaRosa
Alison DaRosa is a six-time winner of the Lowell Thomas Gold Award for travel writing,
the most prestigious prize in travel journalism. She served 15 years as Travel Editor of The
San Diego Union-Tribune and was the award-winning editor of the San Diego News Network
Travel Page. Alisonwrites a monthly Travel Deals column for the San Diego Union-Tribune
and is a regular freelance contributor to the travel sections of the Los Angeles Times, USA
Today and AOL Travel. Learn more about Alison on her website, www.AlisdaRosa.com.
Carl H. Larsen
Carl H. Larsen is a veteran journalist based in San Diego. He now focuses on travel
writing, and issummoned to pull out his notebook whenever there’s the plaintive cry of
a steam locomotive nearby. In San Diego, he is a college-extension instructor who has
led courses on the Titanic and the popular TV series “Downton Abbey.”
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Sharon Whitley Larsen
Sharon Whitley Larsen’s work has appeared in many major publications, including
Reader’s Digest (and 19 international issues), Chicken Soup for the Soul books, and
Los Angeles Times Magazine. She’s the author of British Travel Tidbits (2017) and
Travel Tidbits (2018), published by Sanbun Publishers in New Delhi. Sharon also
had a two-year travel column “Travel Tidbits” in the Union Jack newspaper. Her favorite
topic is travel (favorite destination London).
Maribeth Mellin
Maribeth Mellin is an award-winning journalist whose travel articles have appeared
in Endless Vacation Magazine, U-T San Diego and Dallas Morning News among others.
She also travels and writes for several websites including CNN Travel, Concierge-
.com and Zagat, and has authored travel books on Peru, Argentina, Costa Rica,
Mexico, Hawaii and California.
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Priscilla Lister
Priscilla Lister is a longtime journalist in her native San Diego. She has covered many subjects
over the years, but travel is her favorite. Her work, including photography, has appeared in
The San Diego Union-Tribune, Los Angeles Times, Alaska Airlines’ magazine and numerous other
publications throughout the U.S. and Canada. She is the author of “Take a Hike: San Diego
County,” a comprehensive hiking guide to 260 trails in amazing San Diego County.
Wibke Carter
German-born Wibke Carter has lived in New Zealand and New York, and presently enjoys life, love, and
laughter in London. Her work has appeared in The Globe and Mail, The San Francisco Chronicle, Binspired
Magazine, The Independent and more. When not traveling, she is trying to tame her two cats and
improve her DIY skills
Michael Burge
Michael Burge is an award-winning journalist who worked for many years as an assistant
metro editor and senior writer for The San Diego Union-Tribune. Michael and his wife,
Kathleen, have logged countless miles visiting adult children in Asia and Scotland. The
couple met as Peace Corps volunteers in Kenya, so they have no one to blame but
themselves for their globe-trotting offspring.
Kitty Morse
Kitty Morse is a Casablanca-born food and travel writer, speaker, and author of 11 cookbooks, five
of them on the cuisine of her native Morocco. Her memoir, Mint Tea and Minarets: a banquet of
Moroccan memories, and its French translation, Le Riad au Bord de l’Oued, are both recipients of a
Gourmand World Award. https://www.kittymorse.com.
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CUBAN ADVENTURE
Cuba off-limits to US citizens? Not so! They are the
largest group to visit Cuba after Canadians, and
must plan their visit through licensed travel agencies.
We were under the impression that we needed
to fly to Cuba through a third country. Wrong again!
PLAGUE TOWN ENGLAND
With the recent worldwide spread of the frightening
Coronavirus--COVID-19--we're vividly reminded of
the terrifying 17th-century Bubonic Plague. This is
the story of how brave villagers in a small English
town took it upon themselves to self-quarantine for
14 months and save lives.
LIFE AT A SNAIL’S PACE
Geographically Burgundy is in the heart of France,
and one can really feel the slower pace of life. The
French saying pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés (to
live happily, live hidden), couldn’t express the local
sentiment any better.
SCOTTISH SURPRISE
When we wake up, we'll be high up in the Scottish
Highlands, running on a single-track route across
the broad and forbidding Rannoch Moor with a brief
stop at its desolate station -- the highest in the U.K.
Judy & Len Garrison
Judy is the editor of Georgia Connector Magazine and Peach State Publications as well as a
freelance writer/photographer/traveler for national/international publications including Deep
South Magazine, Interval Magazine, Simply Buckhead, US Airways Magazine, Southern Hospitality
Traveler and has a bi-monthly blog in Blue Ridge Country’s online edition. She and Len own Seeing
Southern, L.L.C., a documentary photography company.
Margie Goldsmith
Margie Goldsmith is a NYC-based author, writer and photographer who has explored 140
countries on seven continents. She has won 85 awards including the prestigious Lowell
Thomas Travel Journalism Gold Award. She has written over 1,000 articles for Robb Report,
Travel + Leisure, Business Jet Traveler, American Way, Hemispheres, Wall Street Journal, Globe and
Mail.
Brian Clark
Brian Clark is a Madison, Wisconsin-based writer and photographer who likes to ski,
kayak, scuba dive, bicycle and sail as often he can. A former staff writer for The San Diego
Union-Tribune, he now contributes to a number of publications.
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Story by Mary James | Photography by Ron James
WinelandS Valen
A DELICIOUS ADVENTURE IN SOUTH AFRICA’S CAPE WI
What to do with a gap between two travel adventures - the end of our thrilling
Kenyan safari and the start of an exotic cruise from Cape Town? What else but
explore another of the world’s iconic wine regions.
Since we met three decades ago, whenever possible, my husband and I seek out
wine country pleasures - bucolic views, charming inns, leisurely tastings and
casual fine dining. If trips bring us near vineyards - Virginia to Oregon, France
to Australia, we visit for an afternoon or several days.
This time our wine country destination was South Africa, one of the
oldestwine-makingregionsoutsideofEurope,whereDutchandFrench
settlers began tending vines in the mid-1600s.
For a week, including Valentine’s Day when we celebrated
our 31st anniversary, we explored the stunningly beautiful
Winelands of the western cape, less than an
hour drive from Cape Town.
It was love at first sight.
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Our Uber (an ideal way to get around if you
don’t drive British-style on the left) quickly left
behind freeways for two-lane highways through
verdant valleys crowned by jagged granite peaks.
More than 300 wineries thrive here in the moderate
Mediterranean climate cooled by breezes from
the Atlantic and Indian oceans, but they aren’t
lined up, Napa Valley-like, on the main roads, preserving
an appealing farm-country vibe.
Our arrival in February coincided with harvest -
and some of the area’s warmest weather. From our
first base, the charming Plumwood Inn, we would
explore Franschhoek and neighboring Stellenbosch,
historic small towns considered by many to
be South Africa’s wine and culinary capitals. Some
of the country’s top 100 restaurants delight gourmands
here, and their presence sparks inspired
dining all around, as we discovered during our
stay.
For Valentine’s weekend, we moved to the boutique
Steenberg Hotel and Spa, a history-rich retreat
on the grounds of the Cape’s first farm.
Surrounded by vines and home to its own winery
and two top-rated restaurants, Steenberg is nestled
in the heart of Constantia where top-rated
vintners and restaurateurs draw daytrippers from
Cape Town as well as knowing visitors from across
the globe.
During our stay there, romance was in the air. At
lunch one day, gazing out at the garden, we
watched a man fall on one knee to propose. At a
nearby table, another couple hugged and kissed as
they shared champagne toasts with friends. Bubbles
- one of the hallmarks of Steenberg Winery -
spread joy everywhere.
More toasts - along with chocolates and rose
petals - were to come. By the end of our
Winelands stay, we were totally smitten. You’ll
likely be too as you follow our footsteps through
this bewitching place.
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Franschhoek Wine Valley
For our visit, cloudless skies and autumn heat
basked this valley in the glowing light artists extol.
Some of it undoubtedly radiates from the brilliant
white-washed buildings that dot the landscape
and line streets in the small towns. This traditional
Cape Dutch architecture, often roofed with thick
black thatch, adds a sophisticated European ambience
to the valley’s pastoral setting.
Among the first to see promise in the area’s climate
and fertile soils, early Dutch settlers influenced
more than the look of the land when they
welcomed persecuted French Huguenots at the
end of the 17th century. Given small free plots in
Franschhoek, which means French Corner in
Dutch, these newcomers drew on their farming experience
to grow grapes, olives and more. Their
love of food and art also reverberates to this day.
The town of Franschhoek - population 20,000 -
is a patchwork of galleries, antique stores and better
souvenir shops that fill in around tourist shops,
gourmet grocers and sundry stores that cater to
locals. Cafes and restaurants enliven the mainstreet
and its many courtyards filled with umbrella-shaded
tables. During our stay we enjoyed
delicious pasta alle vongole at Allora and passable
Mexican “with a twist” at Tuk Tuk Microbrewery -
all savored outside on balmy evenings before
leisurely strolls back to Plumwood.
Our innkeepers Roel and Lucienne Rutten
served cooked-to-order breakfasts with fresh pastries
and fruit salads on a patio overlooking the
pool. Throughout the day, guests used an honor
system for cocktails and South African wines along
with happy-hour snacks. Roel and Lucienne also
were expert guides to the region, as were many of
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our fellow guests who had come to Plumwood annually
for years to escape Europe’s winters.
They, like us, took advantage of Franschhoek’s
central location to explore wineries and restaurants,
including many in Stellenbosch, a 40-minute
Uber ride away. This university town and environs
are home to more than 150,000. Its bustling
downtown is easily walkable and alive with shops,
galleries and bars, many geared to 30,000 students
in residence.
During our first visit, several streets were
blocked and black smoke billowed into the air as
taxi drivers protested tickets for speeding and
parking violations. We were turned back and
learned from fuming shopkeepers that these disruptive
incidents occur all too frequently. Though
our second visit to Stellenbosch was protest free,
we were glad quieter Franschhoek was our home
base.
Throughout our time in South Africa, blackouts
were a regular occurance. The demand for electricity
exceeds the supply, especially during hot
spells, so the national utility spreads the pain with
rolling load-shedding, planned outages 3 to 4
hours long across the country. At Plumwood the
day’s outages were posted, so guests would know
when lights and air conditioning would be off. We
all grew to share Roel’s relief when he announced
a day with uninterrupted power.
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Breathtaking Blend
Art and architecture, vineyards and gardens,
wine-making and fine cuisine - all are equals in the
stellar blend that is Tokara Wine Estate, the first
of the area’s wineries we visited. A half-hour Uber
drive from Franschhoek (only 3 miles if you’re
coming from Stellenbosch), this stunning, world
renowned winery enjoys one of Winelands’ most
spectacular settings in the foothills of Simonsberg
Mountain. Views stretch across beautiful native
fynbos, undulating vineyards and olive groves to
the waters of False Bay and, on a clear day, the
Cape Town’s iconic Table Mountain.
Grapes have been tended in this area for centuries,
but Tokara owners GT Ferreria, a banking
magnate, and his wife Anne-Marie sought only a
quiet home to raise their family when they purchased
a small farm there in 1994. Five years later,
they ventured into wine-making, naming the new
venture after their children Tom and Kara. The
first vintages in 2003, that combined the talents of
viticulturist Aidan Morton and winemaker Stuart
Botha, were greeted with acclaim - as have releases
ever since.
Traditional varietals, Cabernet Sauvignon and
Sauvignon Blanc, and classic Bordeaux blends
dominate Tokara’s wines, but the wine estate itself
is refreshingly contemporary. Operations, including
the tasting room, restaurant and family
friendly deli, are housed in a glass, steel, stone and
concrete structure that embraces the majestic
landscape while hosting all the necessities of a
modern wine enterprise.
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Plus, the design by Van Bijon and Visser Architects
is an ideal showcase, inside and out, for the
Ferrerias’ dynamic, often provocative, collection
of South African art. At the winery entrance,
Marco Cianfanelli’s laser-cut stainless steel grape
vines - their cordons sprouting oenology terms -
sets the stage for art displayed inside. Prints, fiber
art, sculptures, handwoven baskets, paintings and
more catch the eye throughout the building, even
down the hallway to the loo.
General manager Karl Lambour guesstimates
more than 500 artworks are on site, including
dozens around the estate that he pointed out as
we drove to viewpoints above the steep vineyards.
One unforgettable work sits in a grassy circle
outside the Ferrerias’ tree-sheltered home.
Created on site of granite and stainless steel is
Angus Taylor’s massive sculpture of “Dionysus.”
The Greek god couldn’t be more at home on this
land that pays great homage to his realms of wine
and good times.
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Before shepherding us to lunch in Tokara
restaurant, Karl shared a tasting in the boardroom
that began with bubbly before moving on to
single vineyard reds and whites and the estate’s
rightfully acclaimed Director’s Reserve Bordeaux
blends. He also wrestled open the antique iron
door, pried from a shipwreck, that guards the entrance
to the winery’s two-story library of all
Tokara vintages, including magnums and more.
Our table in Tokara’s dining room perfectly captured
panoramas through floor-to-ceiling windows
as well as walls draped with rare “Porter
Series” tapestries - 5 in total - by world renowned
Johannesburg-born artist William Kentridge. Our
farm-to-table multi-course lunch paired with
Tokara wines drew from dishes by Carolize Coetzee,
who already has earned accolades as South
Africa’s most promising new chef since joining
Tokara in 2018. Service was unhurried and
friendly; we especially enjoyed Sommelier Jaap
Henk Koelewijn’s humorous patter and the artful
cooking and plating by sous chef Sean-Lloyd van
Buisbergen and the rest of the kitchen staff.
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Writing this, I can almost taste some of my
menu favorites - fragrant fennel topped beet root
carpaccio, savory cured ocean trout with watermelon
and - oh yes, the venison-like springbok
loin with its delicious jus rendered with estategrown
herbs and fruit. Of course we saved room
for dessert - a refreshing fruit crumble and
pineapple gelato matched with Tokara’s honeygold
Late Harvest Sauvignon Blanc.
Before piling back into an Uber for the drive
home - and a nap (!), We purchased some Tokara
wines to take on our cruise, including their very
quaffable rose, our warm-weather favorite. As
you might expect, none made it on board.
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All Aboard
Another way to visit Winelands estates is
aboard the Franschhoek Wine Tram, hop-on,
hop off transportation via double-decker vintage
trams and buses. Tickets are a bargain -
less than $15 per person. Choose from eight
different lines or loops and stay as long as you
like at the different wineries for tastings, tours
and meals. Just be sure to match your schedule
to the Tram’s return to the Franschhoek terminal,
just outside of town. Because there’s no
drinking on board, these aren’t party trams -
ala Napa Valley Wine Train - though the atmosphere
on the trams grows jollier as the day progresses.
To help plan your day, the Tram website provides
detailed descriptions of each winery stop
on each route. Thanks to our innkeepers, fellow
Plumwood guests and a few San Diego garden
lovers, we knew our must see was
Babylonstoren, a sprawling farm, winery, hotelspa
and fine dining destination spread over
eight acres. We picked the Purple Line and arrived
at our desired stop in time for lunch.
Farming and grape growing on this mountain-ringed
land dates back to the late 17th
century, and some of the early white-washed
Cape Dutch-style buildings remain. Many have
been repurposed by the current owners, South
African billionaire Koos Bekker and his wife,
style maven Karen Roos, into Babylonstoren’s
chic eateries and farm shops selling handmade
soaps, fresh breads, charcuterie, balsamic vinegar
and make-your-own bath salts.
The grand gardens - classical parteres lush
with ornamentals and edibles that supply onsite
kitchens - are rooted in history too. Designs
by French architect Patrice Taravella
found inspiration in Cape Town’s historic Company’s
Garden created to restock Dutch East
India Company trading ships hundreds of years
ago. Free-range chickens, waddling ducks and
paddocked donkeys accent the romantic notions
of agrarian life celebrated here.
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We arrived in time for a winery tour, underway
even though harvest was in full swing. Destemmers
rumbled and rattled as we carefully navigated
sticky, hose-strewn floors. Piled high in
white bins, purple grapes, some of the 13 varietals
grown across the sloped land, waited their turn for
the crush, Babylonstoren’s ninth. Resulting wines,
along with olive oils pressed here from farm-gown
fruit, share the estate’s label.
Our tour ended in the airy tasting room where
we sampled some previous vintages with a platter
($10) of rustic farm bread, salad, cheeses and
cured meats including the jerky-like biltong found
throughout southern Africa. The room was packed
and service scattered, as tour guides, now waiters,
scurried to keep glasses filled. The pace suited us,
since we were in no hurry to head out into the afternoon
heat.
For our visit, Babylonstoren’s popular restaurant
Babel, set in the farm’s old cow shed smartly
updated with floor-to-ceiling windows, was fully
booked, so we could only peer at the appetizing
farm-to-fork menu. Reservations open nine
months in advance, so this is a “plan way ahead”
experience. No booking is needed for picnic fare
served at the aptly named Greenhouse, tucked beneath
oak trees at the far end of the garden.
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Two Colombes
When we first started planning our Winelands
adventure, one restaurant constantly topped
searches for the area’s best dining - La Colombe
(The Dove). Critics from around the world heaped
superlatives on the innovative dishes, playful plating
and theatrical experience shaped by chefowner
Scot Kirton and chef James Gaag. TripAdvisor
reviewers agreed, ranking La Colombe high
among the top 25 fine dining experiences in the
world in recent years.
More research and we learned there are two
Colombes - the flagship in Constantia and La Petite
Colombe in Franschhoek with Chef John Norris
Rogers, a La Colombe alum, at the helm. What
good news since we would be staying in both
places. So when the opportunity arose to try both,
we didn’t hesitate.
During our evenings with the polished teams at
each Colombe, we indulged in nine-course chef
menus paired with wine. Both were amazing, each
with individual delights. Reasonably priced (about
$150 per person) compared to others similarly
lauded, these restaurants totally merit their stellar
reputations.
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Each restaurant welcomes diners to stylish, uncrowded
rooms with tall view windows. Reached
via a long steep driveway shared with Silvermist
Winery, La Colombe is perched in the treetops for
views across vineyards to distant bays, while La
Petite Colombe, part of Le Quartier Francais boutique
hotel in the heart of Franschhoek, is secluded
behind hedges like a private oasis. (In
spring 2020, La Petite Colombe was to move to a
new garden setting in nearby Leeu Estates but
that was postponed amid the country’s COVID-19
shutdown.)
Both Colombes upend expectations as soon as
diners walk arrive. Just inside La Colombe we
plucked an amuse-bouche from a mossy log before
decamping to our table for a deconstructed gin
tonic and savory bites “plated” atop wooden
mushrooms. The bread course gets the Colombe
touch too: at La Petite Colombe butter morphs
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into a tiny corn cob, while La Colombe tempts with
a complex Middle-East spiced dip prepared tableside.
Even the humble palate cleanser is dramatically
reimagined - one arrived in a writhing fog of
dried ice.
Fish and meat dishes are equally inventive, combining
global flavors with Winelands specialties
like springbok, Karoo lamb and snoek (a mackerel),
as well as scallops, prawns, duck and other tasting
menu mainstays. Typical - and a such favorite it’s
been on the menu for years - is Tuna ‘La Colombe’,
chunks of marinated ahi, avocado, shitake mushrooms
and more served in a pop-top can. A silky
mussel curry is savored after diners wield scissors
to snip off the top of a charred passion fruit shell.
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A favorite course at La Petite Colombe roused us
from our chairs mid-evening to join other guests
outside the open kitchen to watch one of these
complex dishes come together. We sipped wine and
chatted with a chef as he plated a delicious ramen, a
tiny nest of noodles and seafood in an earthy broth
scented with celeriac, infused oils and Pernod. We
followed the irresistible aromas back to our table,
where a perfectly paired viognier waited. Delicious
in every way.
The meal starts to draw to a close with a tasting
of excellent South African cheeses. At La Colombe,
choices are presented as wax-wrapped morsels in a
wooden chest like jewels. The sommelier stands by
to match your pick with port or other perfect pairing
for a relaxing pause before dessert.
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All the many courses aside, we’d bet no one
skips the meal-ending sweets at either
Colombe. We didn’t. Our desserts - mixes of
fresh seasonal fruit, rich cake cubes, cookie
crumble, refreshing gelatos and more - perfectly
capped two memorable meals.
As we arranged the foodie part of our
Winelands visit, we came across several reviews
that lamented the Michelin Guide’s absence
from Africa. That’s a significant loss for
the sophisticated restaurant scene in South
Africa and the growing number of travelers
coming to partake. If the venerable guide
should reconsider - and it should, for certain it
would hang stars on the two Colombes.
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Constantia
One of Cape Town’s toniest suburbs, just 12 miles
from the city center, Constantia is one of the Southern
Hemisphere’s oldest wine-making regions. Since the
mid 17th century, vines have been tended in this fertile
green valley buttressed by Constantiaberg mountain
and cooled by sea breezes from nearby False Bay.
In the late 1700s, sweet Vin de Constance dessert
wine from Muscat grapes grown here was prized
around the world by the likes of Frederick the Great,
Bismarck, several Kings of England and Napoleon, who
reportedly sipped during his St. Helena exile.
Today’s wine estates, including the original five revitalized
after a devastating phylloxera infestation
stalled production for almost a century, are linked on
the scenic self-guided Constantia Wine Route. Among
the stops is South Africa’s oldest wine farm, Groot
Constantia estate with its popular chocolate and wine
pairings, and Klein Constantia, a heritage winery
where old-style Vin de Constance is produced today.
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Steenberg Hotel and Spa
Another Constantia heritage estate, Steenberg
Wine Farm, would be our Valentine’s weekend getaway.
An hour-plus Uber ride from Franschhoek
ended with a climb through vines heavy with fruit
to the 5-star Steenberg Hotel and Spa. Nestled on
the grounds of the Cape’s first farm, this welcoming
luxury retreat fills three white-washed Cape
Dutch buildings, including the original manor
house dating back to 1692. The black spur-winged
geese that roam the manicured grounds are a living
link to the past. It’s said that the farm’s first
owner, the gutsy widow Catharina Ras, originally
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named the estate Swaaneweide when she mistook
them for the black swans of her native Germany.
Our spacious manor house room was flooded
with light from the building’s original tall paned
windows and warmed by a fireplace. The bath with
tub (yes!) and shower repeated the room’s soothing
gray and cream palette, echoed in the luxurious
linens. A vintage armoire easily housed our
mounds of luggage. Short walks brought us to the
new pool and to the hotel’s fine dining restaurant
Tryn with its broad patio for al fresco cocktails,
breakfasts and dinners. Along the way, colorful
steel sculptures by Edoardo Villa, the Henry
Moore of South Africa, gleamed in the sun.
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In May 2019, the hotel closed for four months to
remodel its suites, carefully maintaining historic
facades and interior details. These art-filled accommodations
with up to three ensuite bedrooms
welcome families or friends seeking a shared getaway.
The largest offer kitchens, dining rooms and
private heated pools and patios complete with
grills for weekend braais (pronounced brys), the
traditional South African barbecue. A private 18-
hole golf course, rejuvenating spa and world-class
winery all on site make this an ideal all-in-one
Winelands vacation retreat.
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Two Constantia Tastings
CONSTANTIA GLEN
The steep slopes that comprise Constantia Glen
Winery have been grazed and tilled for more than
two centuries but it wasn’t until 2000 that the current
owners, the Waibel family, turned the focus to
grape growing and quality wine making. Now half
of the farm’s 150 acres undulate with vineyards
cradled between two imposing mountains that
channel sun and cooling breezes. Slow ripening
and small crops limit production of the winery’s
signature crisp whites and complex red blends to
under 100,000 bottles annually.
South Africa-born wine maker Justin van Wyk
has shepherded vintages here since the second
harvest, working with a farm team with decades of
experience on this challenging site. He took a
break from harvest chores to share a tasting with
us in Constantia Glen’s Tasting Room restaurant,
home to picturesque views as well as delicious
wine country fare, including flammkucken (German
thin-crust pizza) from the wood-fired oven.
After a quaffable classic sauvignon blanc, we savored
the winery’s signature blends that Justin
identifies by the number of varietals combined.
Constantia Glen Two, for example, blends sauv
blanc with semillon, lacing tropical and citrus flavors
with hints of oak from barrel fermentation.
Their flagship Constantia Glen Five is an elegant
red Bordeaux blend. The 2015 vintage earned 91
points from Wine Spectator as well as numerous
South African honors.
For the past couple years, Justin also creates
wines for his own label, Van Wyk Family Wines,
with grapes sourced across the Greater Western
Cape and bottled at Constantia Glen. Named after
his daughter, Olivia Grace blend showcases four
white grapes while his red blend, Rebecca May
(another daughter), is Rhone inspired. All are
available for tastings and purchase at Constantia
Glen.
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STEENBERG 1682
A scenic 15-minute drive separates Constantia
Glen from Steenberg. After checking into the hotel,
we hopped aboard the complementary golfcart
transport to Steenberg Winery’s tasting
room and casual dining destination Bistro Sixteen82.
While the white-washed Cape Dutch hotel
buildings are steeped in history, the winery complex
is boldly contemporary, a striking glass and
steel beam structure that opens on to sunny patios,
infinity pools and rolling grounds. The chandelier
above the tasting bar sets the tone for fun
times here - a glowing circle of almost 3,000
hand-blown glass grapes - or maybe they’re bubbles
in honor of Steenberg’s much lauded
sparkling wines in the French-style known as
Methode Cap Classic (MCC) in South Africa.
Here our host was Steenberg’s new cellar master,
Elunda Basson, an awarding winning MCC
specialist, who joined the farm-cellar team only a
few months earlier and was in the midst of her
first harvest. After touring us through the stateof-the-art
wine-making facility and barrel room,
we settled in for a tasting in a sunny room lined
with comfy banquettes and a stylish wall display
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of Lady R sparkling wine, a pinot noir-chardonnay
blend named for Steenberg’s founder.
We started with three outstanding single varietal
bruts that cost less than $25 a bottle. Sips of
Steenberg’s flagship wines - Black Swan Sauvignon
Blanc, Catharina Red Blend (merlot, syrah and petit
verdot) and fruity Nebbiolo - followed as
Elunda shared her aspirations to build on the winery’s
stellar reputation. Harvest called her back to
work, but we lingered on the lively patio, clinking
glasses and people-watching the Valentine’s
weekend crowd.
We would return another day to lunch at Bistro
Sixteen82, making hard choices from the Asian-influenced
menu by chef Kerry Kiplin that also
showcases ethically sourced seafood and seasonal
produce. Shared starters - tempura prawns
perched above a spicy noodle salad and goat
cheese fritters with honey-dressed greens - both
paired with Steenberg’s sauv blanc - gave us time
to relax in the chic room accented with natural
wood and stylish florals. We could have shared
one of the two mains we ordered - a very popular
ginger and sesame sirloin salad (judging by plates
on nearby tables) and an open-face steak sandwich
rich with hollandaise and crisp chips. And we
should have skipped dessert, but our waiter
tempted us with a trio of rich chocolate treats that
capped this exceptionally tasty meal.
Bistro Sixteen82 also serves breakfast and
evening tapas, small plates to share as the sun
drifts behind the mountains. Vegetarian and kids
menus are available too.
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Be My Valentine
A brief evening shower didn’t dampen our mood
as we skirted puddles on the short walk to our
Valentine’s Day celebration at Steenberg’s newly
updated signature restaurant, Tryn. For 20 years,
this was Catharina’s, another salute to the estate’s
founder, that earned fans for upscale dining
on linen-clad tables beneath a flock of white
origami swans suspended from the ceiling. In
keeping with updates across this property - and
trends in dining, the lounge, bar and restaurant
were reimagined in 2019. Tryn, Catharina Ras’s
nickname, suits the new contemporary decor -
and menu, also the work of Kerry Kiplin.
Natural wood tables, plush banquettes and
modern lighting now brighten the main dining
room. Steps away is the new marble-based bar
and an eclectic mix of orange and jade seating for
pre- and post dinner cocktails. The atmosphere is
modern, grownup and just edgy enough. Boundary-pushing
Catharina would be pleased.
Chef Kerry spiced up the menu too. Like Bistro
Sixteen82, Asian and Middle East accents enliven
lamb rack, beef fillet and other traditional mains.
Fish wrapped in eggplant, for example, surprises
with coriander, harissa and rose water accents.
Look for the same flavor explosions in starters
and desserts. And for sheer indulgence, nibble on
the truffle fries.
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On Valentine’s Day, a special three-course dinner
menu awaited celebrants like us lucky enough
to have Tryn reservations. Dressed for the occasion
(lots of romantic red!), couples old and new
toasted with the Steenberg bubbles served with
the amuse bouche - a ruby-red beetroot tataki. A
delicious pawn starter spiced with wasabi and ginger
and cooled with cucumber ribbons came next,
matched with the winery’s aromatic Rattlesnake
Sauvignon Blanc.
Palate cleansing berry “popsicles” allowed a relaxing
pause before the main course - an expertly
cooked beef fillet plated with cauliflower puree, a
mushroom arancini and luxe port and truffle jus.
We toasted the kitchen on this exceptional dish,
with Steenberg’s fine 2016 syrah. Of course
sweets followed - deep caramel-chocolate mousse
circled with raspberries, cake and citrusy creams
and paired with glasses of golden noble late harvest
zin.
We never could have guessed all those decades
ago that we would celebrate 31 years together in
South Africa. In the Winelands. In this historic hotel.
At this exceptional restaurant. Back in our
room, one last surprise awaited. The dimmed
chandelier shown down on the bed strewn with
red rose petals. More petals formed a heart that
framed a plate of truffles with a message in chocolate
- “Congratulations.” We were touched.
Same time next year? We wish we could make
our Winelands adventure an annual affair. But the
distance from our California home is formidable
and travel is tricky in times of pandemics. So holding
on to wonderful memories, we can make one
heart-felt promise: See you soon.
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IF YOU GO
SPECIAL THANKS FOR MAKING OUR FIRST TRIP TO SOUTH AFRICA A MOST WONDERFUL ONE:
TOKARA WINE ESTATE, STELLENBOSCH - HTTPS://WWW.TOKARA.COM/
KARL LAMBOUR: GENERAL MANAGER
CAROLIZE COETZEE: EXECUTIVE CHEF TOKARA RESTAURANT
STAFF AND CHEFS: TOKARA RESTAURANT
STEENBERG HOTEL AND SPA, CONSTANTIA - HTTPS://WWW.STEENBERGFARM.COM/HOTEL/
THE STAFF AT THE STEENBERG HOTEL AND SPA
ELUNDA BASSON: STEENBERG WINEMAKER
KERRY KIPLIN: EXECUTIVE CHEF AT TRYN & BISTRO SIXTEEN82
TRYN, CONSTANTIA - HTTPS://WWW.STEENBERGFARM.COM/TRYN
BISTRO SIXTEEN82, CONSTANTIA - HTTPS://WWW.STEENBERGFARM.COM/BISTRO1682
CONSTANTIA GLEN WINERY, CONSTANTIA - HTTPS://WWW.CONSTANTIAGLEN.COM/
JUSTIN VAN WYK; WINEMAKER
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LA COLOMBE AND PETITE COLOMBE RESTAURANTS
CHEFS AND STAFF
LA COLOMBE RESTAURANT, CONSTANTIA - HTTPS://WWW.LACOLOMBE.CO.ZA/
LA PETITE COLOMBE, FRANSCHHOEK - HTTPS://WWW.LAPETITECOLOMBE.COM/
GUDRUN CLARK: GC COMMUNICATIONS CC
WWW.GC-COM.CO.ZA
MICHELLE BEZUIDENHOUT: LUXURY BRANDS
HTTPS://WWW.LUXURYBRANDS.CO.ZA
PLUMWOOD INN, FRANSCHHOEK - WWW.PLUMWOODINN.COM
ALLORA, FRANSCHHOEK - HTTPS://ALLORA.CO.ZA/
FRANSCHHOEK WINE TRAM, FRANSCHHOEK - HTTPS://WINETRAM.CO.ZA/
BABYLONSTOREN, SIMONDIUM - HTTPS://BABYLONSTOREN.COM/
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Our hometown, San Diego, is famous
for its diverse natural environments.
The common boast is that San Diegans
can surf the Pacific, ski snowcovered
mountains and hike the scorching
desert and be back in the city for dinner.
To our surprise and delight, Cape Town offers
an equally broad range of natural attractions.
Wine country is minutes from the city, beach
towns dot the coastline, forested mountains
command breathtaking panoramas and the sophisticated
waterfront serves up shopping, entertainment
and dining.
In the few days we stayed in downtown Cape
Town we managed to scratch the surface on
things to enjoy in this cosmopolitan region.
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Greenmarket Square
A short Uber ride brought us to the meeting place
for our tour of central Cape Town - a coffee shop at
Greenmarket Square. We were shocked by the
chaotic scene before us: a throng of people carrying
boxes in an area littered with tents, blue tarps and
mountains of stuff. The driver told us to be careful as
he dropped us off.
We didn’t know it at the time but we learned that
this scene takes place every morning, a groundhog
day-ritual to set up a giant outdoor market. By the
time the city awakes the cobbled square is filled with
stalls selling local art, crafts, street food, jewelry,
clothing, and souvenirs.
Greenmarket Square was established in 1696,
during the early Dutch occupation of the Cape
colony. It gained its name when the square was the
place to buy fresh vegetables grown at the nearby
Company’s Garden to replenish ships rounding the
Cape. Sadly the Dutch also bought and sold slaves
here as well.
Among the historic buildings in the square is
Burger Watch House built In 1716. The impressive
building, with pillars, and a crest over the upper balcony
later, became the Old Town House and the original
headquarters of the Cape Colony’s citizen
patrols. Men between 16 and 60 worked in shifts patrolling
the city and keeping an eye out for fires. Today,
Old Town House is home to the Michaelis
Collection of 17th century art work by Frans Hals,
Jan Steen, Jacob van Ruisdael, Anthony van Dyck
and other Dutch artists.
While in Africa, we had purchased a number of
souvenirs including a large tribal mask. We needed a
suitably large suitcase to transport our new treasures
home. After getting sticker shock in traditional
stores, we decided to give Greenmarket a try and
quickly found the perfect rollaway suitcase for a
fraction of the price. Of course the wheels fell off
when we pulled it from the carousel at the San Diego
airport. But it did its job and the dramatic mask
adorns the wall in our home today.
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Bo Kaap
Bo Kapp, one of Cape Town's most distinctive
neighborhoods, also known as the Muslim or Cape
Malay Quarter, is located just a few blocks from
Greenmarket Square. Here homes, stores and
mosques are a cheerful rainbow of hot pink, lime
green, turquoise and other vibrant colors.
The community’s history is just as colorful but in
darker hues. Most residents of Bo Kaap descended
from muslim slaves from Africa, Asia, Indonesia,
and Malaysia brought by the Dutch during the the
16th and 17th centuries. The Cape Malays as they
were called, were a mixed lot -- from scholars and
religious leaders to convicts and skilled craftsmen.
As we walked the steep cobblestone streets, we
learned that the more modest homes were built by
and for the slaves, while the larger houses at the
top of the hill were for owners and managers.
Many of the homes today are B and Bs, small
restaurants, shops, galleries and grocery stores.
Climbing up and down the hills can work up a
thirst, but don’t look for a cold beer here -- no alcohol
is allowed. (Just across the street from Bo
Kaap though, several markets, bars and restaurants
serve adult beverages.)
If you’d like a little snack, be sure to try the famous
street food at a simple stall at the corner of
Helliger Lane and Rose Street. For the last 14
years Warida Conelius has deep fried the best
samosas in Bo Kaap. Cooked on site, they are super
fresh – hot and crisp. We got there early because
she sells out of everything that she makes.
Bo Kaap is home to a lively arts community and
number of outstanding galleries, mostly owned by
the artists. One of them, Art du Cap gallerie,featured
larger than life portraits of famous people
including Nelson Mandela. Owner and artist, Anthony
de Klerk, and his wife also sponsor an outreach
program of art classes for neighborhood
residents.
The community’s popularity has its downside.
We saw several signs pleading to save Bo Kaap.
Since apartheid ended, non-muslims have been allowed
to buy homes here, causing inflated home
prices and increased property taxes. As a result,
many muslims have had to move out. The city is
slowing the gentrification by limiting the percentage
of outside owners to 15 percent, although our
tour guide doubted that rule would stand because
there’s money to be made here.
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V & A Waterfront
With Table Mountain as a backdrop, the V & A
Waterfront is a magnet for tourists and locals alike
seeking lively shopping, dining, entertainment and
people watching in a historic setting cooled by bay
breezes. This thriving retail, business, residential
and hotel complex is part of a working harbor that
dates back to the 1600s and is named for Queen
Victoria who sent her second son Prince Alfred to
Cape Town in 1860 to mark the start of construction
to create a safe year-round harbor for the
city.
This 300-acre complex that includes the Victoria
Wharf Shopping Center, 80-plus restaurants,
an aquarium and museums was a 20 minute walk
from our hotel, but we found it easier to navigate
when we arrived by Uber at entrances near the
mall. From there, we mingled around sunny
squares with crowds watching street performers,
sharing snacks from food stalls or quaffing craft
brews in open-air pubs.
Always in search of souvenirs, we explored the
Waterfront’s many traditional and contemporary
artisan shops housed in the Watershed, Waterfront
Craft Market and Alfred Mall gallery. The
nearby Red Shed is home to scores of vendors offering
African art and crafts, jewelry and home
decor while the V & A Market on the Wharf showcases
fresh produce and light fare perfect for
lunch or a shopping break.
Learn more about the area and landmarks like
the Clock Tower and Cape Wheel on twice daily
walking tours. Or take in views from harbor tours
that also leave from this working port. Ferries also
depart from the Nelson Mandela Gateway here for
tours of Robben Island, when the late South Africa
president was an inmate for 18 years.
Evenings with glowing sunsets and twinkling
lights reflected on the water draw locals and visitors
to dine. For dinner one night, we waited in line
for a table at Willoughby & Co., a favorite for Japanese
fusion seafood ranked among the city’s best.
Tucked inside the shopping center, the bustling
restaurant more than made up for its lack of a harbor
view with friendly service, affordable wine list
and tasty seafood.
If you go: https://www.waterfront.co.za/
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Table Mountain
Cape Town’s iconic landmark, Table Mountain,
dominates the skyline whether
shrouded in fog or dramatically silhouetted
against a clear blue sky. Voted one of the
New Seven Wonders of the World in 2011,
the wide flat peak more than 3,500 feet high
is a must explore for its stunning views and
unique topography and plantlife.
We stopped here as part of a tour, and
benefitted from the expertise of our guide to
time our visit - early-mid morning - to minimize
our wait in the crowded queue for the
cableway ride up the mountain. More than a
million tourists annually brave these long
lines and the blazing sun for postcard selfies
at the top, and during peak season - and on
clear days - waits can be draining.
Aboard the cablecar, we and our fellow
passengers all enjoyed panoramic vistas as
the car rotated 360 degrees during the five
minute journey to the top. There everyone
poured out - and spread out - to gaze at the
city and harbor or follow marked trails
across the breezy plateau.
Signs mark three moderate walks - Dassie,
Agama and Klipspringer - that are easy to
navigate to viewpoints to the north, south
and west. Free 30-minute guided walks, offered
hourly, add to the experience, sharing
history and pointing out landmarks, notable
vegetation (some endangered), and birds
that soar overhead.
Snacks are sold in the curio Shop at the
Top along with souvenirs. For heartier fare,
try the adjacent cafe with indoor and outdoor
seating that commands views across
the plateau and a menu of South Africa-inspired
dishes and beverages.
If you go: https://tablemountainnationalpark.org/
and https://www.tablemountain-
.net/
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Kirstenbosch Botanical Garden
One of the world’s great public gardens,
Kirstenbosch Botanical Garden, is less than 10
miles from Cape Town city center. Nestled on an
eastern slope of Table Mountain, this verdant oasis
and UNESCO World Heritage site sprawls
across 1,300 acres of sweeping lawns, cultivated
gardens and wildlands. All celebrate the country’s
native flora - including aloes, proteas, birds of paradise,
amaryllis, agapanthus and many other
drought tolerant beauties now cultivated around
the world.
Free guided tours, offered twice daily Monday-
Saturday, are ideal introductions to Kirstenbosch’s
sunny specialty gardens and trails through dappled
groves and stream-serenaded glades that
date back to the garden’s founding early in the
20th century. Most link with the new Centenary
Tree Canopy Walkway or “Boomslang” as locals
call it. This steel and timber bridge wends high in
the Arboretum canopy to capture birds-eye views
across the garden and distant city.
Highlights of our summer visit included a stop at
the pepperbark tree planted in 1996 by the late
Nelson Mandela, an avid gardener, and now
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cally elected president. Another tree, a prized
Wood’s cycad grown in the garden since 1916, is
now extinct in the wild. Caged and monitored by
cameras, this palm-like tree is part of the garden’s
impressive collection of rare and endangered
South African cycads, “living fossils” little changed
since the time of the dinosaurs.
Kirstenbosch’s famed floral fireworks explode in
spring (August-mid-October) when African daisies
carpet hills, cape bulbs (watsonia, spraxis, babiana
and more) bloom, and native shrubs or fynbos -
proteas, pincushions and conebushes - show off
exotic flowers and foliage. In mid-summer, when
we visited, swaths of purple and white-flowered
agapanthus filled beds, along with spikes of red
hot pokers, orange fireball lilies and naked lady
amaryllis.
If you have time - tours last up to three hours,
wander through the Botanical Society Conservatory,
a glasshouse with weird and wonderful specimens
- living “stones” to towering baobab trees -
from the country’s semi-arid and arid areas. And
enjoy art displayed around the grounds, including
the Sculpture Garden’s African stone sculptures
and metal dinosaurs scattered among the cycads.
If you go: https://www.sanbi.org/gardens/
kirstenbosch/
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Cape of Good Hope
Our tour to explore the region around Cape
Town began with a scenic drive along Victoria
Road and then over Chapman’s Peak. The journey
reminded us of the famous Pacific Coast Highway
1 in California that runs along the ocean past Big
Sur to Monterey. Stops along the way offered
bird’s eye views of Hout Bay, expansive beaches
and pricey homes that attract the rich and famous
from around the world.
On to Cape Point, where towering cliffs rise
above the boiling seas that crash against the rocky
coastline. Cape Point, located in the Cape of Good
Hope area of Table Mountain National Park, was
named the Cape of Storms by the Portuguese explorer
Bartolomeu Dias, the first mariner to round
the Cape in 1488. For centuries nervous sailors
dreaded navigating the Cape where fog and violent
storms claimed countless ships.
We planned to take the three-minute ride in the
Flying Dutchman funicular to a drop off point near
where the 1859 lighthouse still stands. Unfortunately
the funicular was out of service, so we
hopped aboard a van for the trip up the steep and
narrow road. The views at the top were spectacular
on a perfectly sunny, but windy day.
I thought this was the Cape of Good Hope, but
our guide set me straight as we jumped back into
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our van for a mile and half trip west to the real
deal, part of the Cape of Good Hope Nature Reserve.
Cape of Good Hope, a rocky promontory at
the southern end of Cape Peninsula, was long considered
to be where the Indian and Atlantic oceans
converged. Not so. The meeting place is Cape Agulhas,
about 90 miles to the southeast.
Legend has it that ghosts of the crew of The Flying
Dutchman haunt the sea and headlands of the
Cape. We didn’t see any ghostly sailors, but we did
see several wild ostriches as we drove through the
flat grassy highlands leading to the beach and adjacent
Cape, the southwestern most point of the
African continent.
The sandstone cliffs and rocky shoreline were
bustling with sunburned visitors looking to twist
or break an ankle. We played it safe and tho buffeted
by strong winds, bravely posed in front of
the Cape of Good Hope sign, Then we joined in
what seems to be a tourist pastime, stacking seapolished
rocks into artistic, if teetering, sculptures
along the shore.
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Boulder Beach Penguin Colony
Boulders Beach is the home of a thriving African
penguin colony. Instead of being isolated like their
South American cousins, these lucky little black
and white guys and gals share the shoreline with
some of the most expensive real estate in Africa
and everyone seems to get along just fine. They’re
called Jackass penguins because of their obnoxious
donkey-like call. Visitors
pay a small fee to wander a
wide elevated wood walkway
along the beach where the
birds live, raising their young
and fishing.
In 1982 these penguins were
almost extinct - only two
breeding pairs remaining in the
area. Heroic conservation efforts
have revived the Boulders
colony to more than 3,000
birds in recent years. During
our visit, a highlight was at the
end of the line where hundreds
of penguins played in the surf,
probably staying clean and presentable
in their exclusive
beachfront digs.
Before our tour stop where jackass penguins
roam, we stopped for refreshments at Noordhoek
Farm Village, the restaurant row of the South
Peninsula. This farm, it seems, raises restaurants
instead of cabbages, with dining spots that cater
to almost every palate. We opted for casual dining
outside at Foodbarn Deli, where we expected
standard deli fare, but were blown away by the delicious
feast brough to our table.
On our way out, when Ron
told the cashier how much we
enjoyed our lunch, she pointed
out a very large aproned man
as the chef. Ron walked over to
shake his hand, thank him and
snap a quick photo. It wasn’t
until we were writing this
story that we discovered that
the deli chef was Franck Dangereux
the original owner-chef
of Cape Town’s La Colombe,
ranked during the ten years he
was there was number 28 in
the world’s top 50 restaurants.
(For more on La Colombe, see
page 52.) We’ll never think of
delis in quite the same way.
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MY COUNTRY, SOUTH AFRICA
By Carolyn Goltman
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Let me take you on a tour of my country, the “Rainbow Nation” of
South Africa. With 11 official languages and many races, here you’ll
find great cultural, historical and geographical diversity.
A common misconception I’ve encountered in my travels is that South
Africa is a region of the continent of Africa. But South Africa is an independent
country, the southernmost in Africa, and one 53 nations on the
continent. There are nine Provinces in the country, each with its own
unique cultural and geographical flavor.
Let’s explore them starting in the north with Limpopo.
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Blyde River Canyon by Arthur Hickinbotham
Kruger Park Zebras by George Brits@georgebrits_cableandgrain
Limpopo
South Africa’s northernmost province, Limpopo,
shares borders with Botswana and Zimbabwe. The
main language spoken is Sesotho. Nature lovers
will be in their element in Limpopo where there are
many opportunities for safaris and visits to one of
many animal rehabilitation centers. Arguably one
of the best Safari experiences in South Africa is the
world-renowned Kruger National Park which
stretches the length of both the Limpopo and
Mpumalanga provinces. It’s enormous, covering
7,523 sq miles and stretching 220 miles north to
south and 40 miles east to west. Every year, thousands
of visitors come to spot the Big Five (elephant,
rhino, Cape buffalo, lion and leopard) as well
as many other animals, insects, and birds.
Mpumalanga
Swati, Zulu, and Ndebele are the languages spoken
in Mpumalanga Province, a haven of archeological
and geological wonders. Here you will find
Blyde River Canyon, with the steepest clift drops
of any canyon in the world. Along the way there
stop at “God's Window” where you can look down
on a forest a heart-stopping 2,296 feet below. One
glance at the views and you’ll understand how this
lookout got its name. Another natural wonder here
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miner who unsuccessfully prospected here in the
1800s. The potholes were carved in bedrock over
thousands of years by the fierce swirling motion
where the Blyde River and Treur River converge.
And if you’re brave and not claustrophobic, tour
the spectacular Sudwala caves formed some 240
million years ago and the oldest Dolomite caves in
the world. You’ll journey 1.2 miles deep into the
cavern to view its many calcium formations with
names like “Nelson's Column” and the “Screaming
Monster.”
Gauteng
Gauteng, meaning “place of gold,” is South
Africa’s smallest province and its most densely
populated. Languages spoken are Tswana, and
Zulu, English and Afrikaans. The major city here is
Johannesburg, a trendy, cosmopolitan city with
tangible energy in the air. For a bit of fun and entertainment
for young and old, spend the day at
Gold Reef City, an amusement park known for its
thrill rides. For a bit of history, visit the Apartheid
Museum to learn about one of the most significant
periods of the country’s political life. One of the
most important sights to see in this province - and
in all South Africa, are in the limestone Sterkfontein
Caves at the Cradle of Humankind. Here,
in 1947, Robert Broom and John T. Robinson discovered
the oldest known fossil of Australopithecus
africanus, a two million-year-old relative of
early man. The UNESCO world heritage site also
has yielded several other notable fossils, including
the Taung Child and Little Foot, as well as Neanderthal
tools.
North West
The main language in this province bordering
Botswana is Tswana. It is home to Hartbeesport
Dam (affectionately known by locals as Harties).
Activities here include hot air ballooning, boating,
water skiing, camping and more. For an upscale
getaway, a stay at Sun City is a must! Although
there is plenty to do on this at this sprawling resort
it’s also nice to just lay back and enjoy the
uber-luxurious surroundings.
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Northern Cape
The Northern Cape shares borders with
Namibia and Botswana and four languages are
spoken here - Afrikaans, Tswana, Xhosa and English.
The highlight of this province is its location on
the Namaqualand flower route, a botanical wonder.
In August and September, the landscape is
transformed into a sea of vivid and brightly colored
wildflowers. The Big Hole of Kimberley, in an
old mining town, takes you inside a hand-dug
open-pit and underground mine that produced an
impressive 5,000 pounds of diamonds between
1871 and 1914. To learn more about its history,
pay a visit to the onsite museum.
Free State
Nestled in the center of South Africa is the Free
State where the main languages are Setho and
Afrikaans. My favorite highlight here is the
charming town of Clarens with its distinctively
Old World feel. Only the main road to the village
square is paved. For nature lovers there are
plenty of hikes and trails. It’s also a great place for
bike festivals, cherry picking in Fouriesburg, and
pinotage sampling for wine lovers. There are no
big retail outlets here; most of the shops are home
grown and locally owned. One of my favorites is
Clarens Brewery with ales, beers and ciders for
every palate, all made in this small town.
Clarens Brewery team photo courtesy of Clarens
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KwaZulu Natal
My home province! Major languages spoken
here are English and Zulu. The major city, Durban,
is an ocean lover’s paradise with a never ending
summer. Enjoy water sports like surfing, skiing,
paddle boarding and kite surfing all year long. For
a change of scenery, visit the beautiful Drakensberg
Mountains, only a two and a half hour drive
away, and the majestic Amphitheatre Mountains,
a four hour drive, but worth it. History buffs
might enjoy a Midlands Meander that brings you
to the outskirts of Howick where Nelson Mandela
was arrested in August 1962.
Eastern Cape
Avid hikers will want to take a walk along the
Wild Coast, a breathtaking stretch of coastline
that snakes its way along the Eastern Cape. If
you’ve ever taken a cruise along the South African
coast you’ll remember the rough seas here that
rocked your ship and gave the area its name. Hikes
start at Kob Inn, near East London, and continue
for 6 to 9 days until you reach Chintsa. Stops along
the way let you unwind and rest for the next daily
4-12 mile segment. Another beautiful stretch of
the Eastern Cape coastline is Transkei, where
you’ll see the famous Hole in the Wall and herds of
cows on the beach. Adrenaline junkies need look
no further than Bloukrans Bridge Bungee Jump,
the world's highest commercial bridge bungee.
Thrill seekers in full body harness, drop an insane
708 feet from the bridge accelerating up to 72
miles per hour towards (and hopefully not into)
the Bloukrans river below. I may give this one a
miss!
Western Cape
The final stop of our journey is the beautiful
province of Western Cape and the “Mother City”
of Cape Town. Main languages spoken are Xhosa,
English and Afrikaans. No stop here is complete
without a trip in the revolving cable car to the top
of the most iconic landmark in South Africa, Table
Mountain. On a clear day, views there will leave
you speechless. For the shopaholics, there’s V & A
Waterfront loaded with high-end, big name retail
outlets. Wine enthusiasts have hit the jackpot too.
Wine routes lead to impressive estates producing
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some of the world’s best wines. Nature lovers will
thrill to the thundering waves at Cape Point that
have claimed many ships over the years. Head a
little farther south to Cape Agulhas and you can
boast that you have stood at the most southern
point of the African continent. Finally I think it’s
only fitting to end our journey with a poignant
visit to Robben Island. The father of our Rainbow
Nation, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela (affectionately
known as Madiba or father in Xhosa), was imprisoned
here from 1964 to 1991. At this museum,
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you can stand in Madiba’s prison cell.
‘We have now traveled around my country.
There is so much more to see and do than the
highlights I’ve shared so I have no doubt a trip here
will not disappoint.
I leave you with salutations in all of South
Africa’s 11 official languages.
Go well - English
Toetsiens - Afrikaans
Hamba Kahle - Zulu
Hamba kakuhle - Xhosa
Gabotse - Sepedi
Tsamaya sentle -(Setswana)
Tsamaya hantle - Sesotho
Sala kahle - Xitsonga
siSwati - Sala kahle
Kha vha sale - Tshivenda
Lisale kuhle - Ndebele
Carolyn Goltman is a Durban resident, accomplished
runner and avid traveler.
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Top: The Empress Hotel sits right on Victoria’s
harbor.
Left: The Harbour Air seaplane is a great way
to move from Victoria to Vancouver; here it is
at the harbor of Downtown Vancouver.
Previous page: Collection of totem poles near
Hallelujah Point in Vancouver’s Stanley Park.
Victoria’s Chinatown is the second oldest in
North America after San Francisco’s. The main
artery here is Fisgard Street where you’ll find Fan
Tan Alley, the narrowest commercial street in
North America at just 3 feet wide in places; as well
as Dragon Alley where little shops line the narrow
corridor topped with festive lights.
But what drew me the most to this region are its
gardens, forests and parks.
Known as The Garden City, Victoria is home to
dozens of gardens and parks, including some of
Canada’s most famous. The city’s annual hanging
basket tradition to welcome summer dates back
75 years.
That most famous of gardens is The Butchart
Gardens which lie about an hour’s drive north of
the city. For this excursion, I rented a car for the
day from Budget, which has a facility just a few
blocks behind the Empress downtown.
The Butchart Gardens are magnificent any time
of year. When I was there on Halloween, the fall
colors were still putting on their fabulous show.
This gorgeous attraction began in 1904 when
Robert and Jennie Butchart moved from Ontario
to Vancouver Island to build a cement plant on a
rich limestone deposit. By 1912, cement production
exhausted the limestone deposits so Jennie
began moving top soil by horse and cart to transform
the area into a grand garden.
By 1929, they had created the Japanese Garden
on the seaside, the Italian Garden on their former
tennis court and the fragrant Rose Garden. By
1939, when grandson Ian Ross was gifted the gar-
Top: Victoria’s Chinatown is second
oldest on the West Coast to San
Francisco’s.second oldest on the
West Coast to San Francisco’s.
Left: The grand Torii gate marks the
entrance to the Japanese Garden at
Butchart Gardens, where the beech
trees are festooned with lighted
globes.
Right:The fall colors were abundant
in the beautiful Beacon Hill Park in
Victoria.
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dens on his 21st birthday, he transformed them
into the world-renowned attraction it is today. It is
now a National Historic Site of Canada.
My stroll through Butchart Gardens — which of
course I also remembered from 1964 — was a
magical garden walk. At the Sunken Garden where
it all began, weeping willows and evergreens
tower over 150 flower beds in five acres — some
65,000 bulbs are planted for spring flowers. I was
too late for blooms in the Rose Garden, but imagine
its 2,500 plants and 30 arches filled with 280
varieties of roses in spring and summer.
The maple and beech trees of The Japanese Garden
were breathtakingly serene and contemplative
as they rose above little streams cascading
under red foot bridges where tiny statues nestle.
Some 74 Japanese maples are here in its one acre
along with 500 rhododendrons and azaleas.
Arriving when the gardens open at 9 a.m. is the
best bet for avoiding the crowds that come any
time of year.
While I still had my rental car, I made my way to
Hatley Park National Historic Site to walk its miles
of trails through old-growth forest as well as Japanese
and Italian gardens. Some fine peacocks
strolled along with me there.
I also drove to Craigdarroch Castle, built in
1890 by coal industrialist Robert Dunsmuir, a
Scottish immigrant. This enormous home is now in
conservation as a national treasure and historic
house museum. Its 25,572 square feet of rooms,
fitted to appear like they would have during the
Dunsmuirs’ time, boast some of the nation’s finest
stained glass windows.
Back downtown, just a block away from The Empress,
is one of the most beautiful city parks anywhere.
I loved this 200-acre Beacon Hill Park so
much, when I headed back to the hotel after an
Japanese maples bring fall color to
the beautiful Japanese Garden at
Butchart Gardens.
Right: Kids of all ages love strolling
through The Butchart Gardens.
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hour or two, I decided there was no better way to
spend time so I headed right back into the park.
Woodland trails wind around ponds and landscaped
gardens as they make way into forests of
oak, fir, and cedar trees and take on a wilder feeling.
I sought its 127-foot-high totem pole, carved
by Mungo Martin, a Kwakwaka’wakw craftsman, in
1956, then the tallest and now the fourth-tallest
totem pole in the world.
Also right next door to those Parliament buildings
is the Royal BC Museum, one of Canada’s
greatest cultural treasures founded in 1886. This
museum collects and preserves artifacts, documents
and specimens of British Columbia’s natural
and human history. With some 7 million objects in
its collections, it is a vast, fascinating, in-depth survey
of its landscapes and cultures past and
present.
From paintings by Emily Carr — a beloved local
artist whose family home is also a cultural attraction
for touring whose landscapes and totem
paintings are simply wonderful — to actual totem
poles and other carvings by native peoples, to
videos and photographs of long-ago events like arrivals
of war canoes and the 1860s gold rush, this
museum offers a truly cavernous collection of natural
and human history. You could spend days here.
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ture World, where some 85 miniature dioramas
and displays delighted me. I am a huge fan of
miniatures — have collected them for decades —
and this little museum thrilled me. From a huge
doll house circa 1880 to dioramas of Canadian
cities 100 years ago, to the Enchanted Valley of
Castles in Europe to recreations of fairy tales and
their worlds, this is “the greatest little show on
earth.” Kids of all ages will love this.
After three nights in Victoria, I headed to Vancouver.
Instead of taking the ferry, which takes
about 90 minutes and lands about an hour’s drive
south of Vancouver — and I didn’t have a car — I
opted instead to take the Harbour Air seaplane
Left to Right: The 127-foot-tall totem
pole at Beacon Hill Park in Victoria
— that’s like a 12-story building.
Miniature World offers more than 85
miniature dioramas that will delight
kids of all ages. Here is one
celebrating the arrival of a Ringling
Brothers Circus.
Preceding page: Weeping willows
make a Butchart Gardens trails
especially alluring.
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from Victoria’s harbor to Vancouver’s — just a 35-
minute flight that basically took me from hotel to
hotel. The scenic flight was well worth it for about
$200, especially since an hour’s taxi from the ferry
to downtown would have been expensive.
The walk to the seaplane terminal takes about
10 minutes from The Empress, and the plane lands
harbor side in Vancouver. While I could have
walked to my hotel from there, I grabbed a cab for
the very short ride with luggage. I stayed at the
Four Seasons in downtown Vancouver —but alas,
you cannot. It closed in January 2020, but I didn’t
even know that was happening when I was there in
November 2019. I should have chosen the Fairmont
Hotel Vancouver, one of the city’s historic
properties that has been elegantly restored, where
we stayed in 1964.
Vancouver metro has about 2.5 million people
compared to Victoria’s metro population of about
370,000, so it’s a much bigger city.
While British naval Captain George Vancouver
explored the area in 1792, it took another century
until Europeans settled here. Of course, its First
Nations people, like in Victoria, had been here for
some 10,000 years already.
When the Canadian Pacific Railway completed
its transcontinental line from Eastern Canada in
the late 1880s, Vancouver quickly surpassed Victoria
as the region’s commercial hub. Vancouver
was incorporated in 1886.
Today it is a lively, beautiful city carved between
the Burrard Inlet of English Bay and the Fraser
River. The city’s stunning backdrop is formed by
the North Shore Mountains, where Grouse Mountain
and The Lions are its most famous peaks.
Grouse Mountain is site of a popular ski area as
well as hiking trails. The Capilano River Valley runs
through these mountains, too, and is another beacon
for hikers.
Traveling on my own, I reconnected with an old
friend in Vancouver. When I worked at REI in Seattle
in the late 1970s as copy chief of its catalog
when it had only one store in Capitol Hill, Paul Heraty,
a mountain climber from Vancouver, would
come to get his boots repaired. That’s when we
formed a deep connection.
Decades went by. After I wrote my hiking guide
book for San Diego County (“Take a Hike: San
Diego County”), Paul sent me congratulations on
Facebook — I hadn’t heard from him in nearly 40
years. So when I was planning my trip, I reached
out to him to see if he’d want to go on a hike with
me in his fair city. He did and proved to be a valuable
guide.
He spent two days with me, showing me the natural
beauties that abound in Vancouver.
First on that list has to be Stanley Park. Created
in 1888, Stanley Park is truly one of the greatest
urban parks in the world. Encompassing nearly
1,000 acres at the end of downtown Vancouver’s
peninsula, it is home to rainforests, lush gardens,
17 miles of trails, beautiful beaches and amazing
views of the city from the park’s famous seawall.
The seawall is part of the Seaside Greenway pathway,
the world’s longest uninterrupted waterfront
path for walking and biking — it stretches 16 miles
from the Vancouver Convention Center to the foot
of Trafalgar Street, including 5.5 miles along Stanley
Park’s seawall. And those rainforests remain as
lush as they were in the 1880s since the park is
that old — there are some half-a-million trees —
red cedar, hemlock and Douglas fir — here and
some are hundreds of years old.
Paul and I also ventured to Queen Elizabeth
Park, just 15 minutes’ drive from downtown and
considered Vancouver’s horticultural jewel. It’s the
highest point in Vancouver so offers grand views of
the city, mountains and North Shore. Queen Elizabeth
Park’s 200 acres hold its Quarry Gardens, Arboretum
(the city’s first formed in 1949), Rose
Garden and Bloedel Conservatory.
The next day, Paul picked me up and drove us to
Capilano River Regional Park, which is a stunning
natural oasis literally just 20 minutes’ drive from
downtown. Nearby the Capilano Suspension
Bridge Park is a famous attraction, but Paul advised
that it would be far more crowded than the
hiking trails of Capilano River, so we opted for that
park instead.
Meandering along trails through cedar and fir
forests, we followed the Capilano River from the
Cleveland Dam that forms Capilano Lake. We
watched some fisher folk gamely tossing their lines
into the river from its huge and high rocky shores,
hoping they watched their steps. This day was the
kind of day I love — forest bathing among giant old
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trees with rivers and lakes adding a touch of blue
and soothing sounds. That night, Paul and his
lovely wife, Mary, had me to their home for dinner
with another charming couple. I love Canadians.
The Heratys are perfect examples: warm, inclusive,
active and engaging. I really found this true
countless times even among strangers in both
Victoria and Vancouver.
Back on my own again, I visited the Vancouver
Art Gallery right downtown. It sits in a building
designed by that same Francis Rattenbury when it
originated as a provincial courthouse. A museum
here since the 1980s, it holds a vast collection of
Canadian art.
It includes works by Canada’s famed Group of
Seven, whose works I have long loved. Franklin
Carmichael, Lawren Harris, A.Y. Jackson, Frank
Johnston, Arthur Lismer, J.E.H. McDonald, Frederick
Varley and A.J. Casson are the original
Group of Seven. But their inspiration originally
came from the gifted Tom Thomson, whose early
death in 1917 still is shrouded in mystery. Emily
Carr, that Victoria native, was also associated
with the group.
The Group of Seven is distinguished by its
treatments of Canadian landscape. Some are
wildly abstract while others are realistic visions of
the gorgeous forests and waters of Canada. I love
their paintings and will always seek Canadian museums
that house them.
And I really love walking among the forests and
seas and rivers and lakes that inspired them more
than 100 years ago.
Victoria and Vancouver made all my birthday
wishes come true.
Paul leads the way through the
rainforests of red cedar, hemlock
and Douglas fir trees on a trail in
Vancouver’s Stanley Park.
Preceding page: Paul ponders the
spruce and hemlock trees on a trail
in Capilano River Regional Park
near Vancouver.
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Postcards from Vietnam
By John Muncie & Jody Jaffe
Dear Ron,
Traffic in Vietnam is famous.
Maybe not tourist-attraction
famous, but definitely a
phenomenon.
We’re talking about motorbike traffic. Motorbikes
swarm Vietnam like monster bees. Buzzing,
roaring, put-putting down every street, along every
alley, across every sidewalk, squeezing through
the aisles of outdoor
markets. There are 90
million people in Vietnam
and 45 million motorbikes.
Cars? Maybe a
couple million.
Traffic lights are a big
deal, too. There aren’t
any. OK, a few. But we’ve
seen more traffic lights
along Broadway than we
saw in all of Ho Chi Minh
City.
We faced the motorbike
phenomenon on our
first day in HCMC. There
we were, innocent
tourists, poised to visit
Ba Chieu Market, a wonderful, chaotic place where
you can buy everything from exotic fruit, to crazy
shirts, to great street food.
It was right across the street -- a multi-lane
street flooded with an endless tsunami of motorbikes.
We looked at our son, Ben
Shepard, and his boyfriend,
Job Zheng, for help. They’d
been in HCMC for weeks
and were old traffic pros.
“What do we do?”
“Just start walking.”
“WHAT?”
This is how Ben explained
it: “Wait until only
motorbikes are bearing
down -- no trucks or cars
– then step out. Walk,
don’t run. Not too fast,
not too slow. Steady. Everybody will swerve
around you. It’ll be fine. We promise.”
What to do? On the one hand we didn’t want to
die, on the other, Ben and Job were OK.
We held hands and stepped out. Thelma and
Louise pedestrian style.
It was a kind of miracle.
The Red Sea parting. The
motorbike horde slipped
around us, one side or the
other. Nobody slammed on
brakes, nobody yelled. Nobody
seemed to pay us any
attention at all except to
navigate around us as if we
were traffic cones.
“See,” said Ben when we
reached the opposite curb
unscathed, “that’s how it
works in Vietnam.”
That’s the way it worked
for our entire three-week
Vietnam trip. In HCMC, Dalat, Hanoi, Hoi An and
in Phu Quoc, an island off the southern coast.
The first step was always trepidatious but we
eventually got used to motorbikes zooming all
around us. Motorbikes are the ocean and pedestrians
are the fish. You just start swimming. And
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we came to realize that the motorbike traffic is
pretty slow, even in the countryside. No one was
in a hurry to pass anyone or beat the traffic light –
if there were any.
We aren’t exaggerating. You can Google Vietnam
traffic and find a zillion mentions. But what
we found more amazing was motorbike as pack
animal. Three on a bike? Routine. Someone carrying
a coop full of chickens? Sure, why not?
One day eating lunch in the Thao Dien district of
HCMC, we made a list of what passing motorbikers
were toting:
Seven empty plastic water jugs
A closet storage system
A mobile bakery
Several dozen coconuts in big red plastic bags
Two aluminum ladders
Side baskets filled with melons
A pet transfer service with a big cage on the
back
A 4-foot-high batch of brooms
Five baskets of flowers
A knife sharpening service
Dozens of people with grocery bags
Dozens of guys delivering what looked like
Amazon boxes.
But the most memorable? A whole family on one
bike.
We must have seen a dozen. It was always in the
same order: Dad driving, with one child in front of
him; Mom behind, with a second child in front of
her. This, too, was always the same: Dad and Mom
wore helmets, the kids didn’t.
Safety is not a phenomenon in Vietnam.
Love,
John and Jody
Dear Ron,
FOOD
Say “Vietnamese food” and most people think
“pho.”
It’s the unofficial national dish. A rice noodle
soup of light beef or chicken broth flavored with
just about anything. Ginger, coriander, spring
onions, slivers of chicken, pork or beef. Viet-
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namese eat it anytime, anywhere.
We had our share of pho -- which, we discovered,
is pronounced something like “phuh.” But
pho, we also discovered, is just the beginning of
Vietnam’s complex, spicy, exotic, seriously yummy
cuisine.
Here’s a seriously yummy example: It was our
first full day in Vietnam. We’d just visited the War
Remnants Museum and the Independence Palace
in downtown Ho Chi Minh City. The Propaganda
Bistro is just a couple blocks from both (making its
name tongue-in-cheek). The perfect lunch stop.
The Bistro is a popular spot -- for its mural-decorated
walls as well as its food – so it took us a
while to get a table. Once seated, here’s what the
four of us ordered: wild pepper and green mango
salad with baby squid and prawns; pumpkin flowers
stuffed with mushroom patties in light batter
with green chili sauce; fresh prawn rolls with palm
hearts and julienne vegetables; crunchy tri-colored
rice with shrimp/squid/fish balls; sizzling
beef with caramelized shallots, pork sausage pate,
and fried egg. And for the table: fresh bread and
fried taro-and-sweet-potato shreds.
So much for noodle soup.
The truth is, we never ate in a fancier restaurant
in Vietnam. We stuck mainly to street food or
casual joints in night markets -- which made eating
as much of an adventure as touring. As we
hop-scotched around the country here were some
of our favorite foods.
Banh mi -- Vietnam’s famous sandwich. Second
only to pho in popularity. Basically, a baguette (introduced
by the French in the 19th century) that’s
filled with whatever you want. We loved Banh Mi
362, a busy take-out place in HCMC. One brunch
we had a fried quail egg banh mi with ham and
chicken and a banh mi “omelette” with egg and
ham. Various other ingrediants were available --
like cilantro, cucumbers, chilis, pickles and onion –
we added a bunch of them and dug in.
We also tried banh mi at Banh Mi Phuong, a
place in Hoi An that Anthony Bourdain once said
had “the best bánh mì in Vietnam.” It was jammed.
Long line for takeaway. Sorry, Anthony, it wasn’t
the best. Not by a long shot. Also John walked
through the kitchen to the bathroom. Unfortunately,
some things you can’t un-see. Let’s just say
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the health inspector was overdue.
Ca phe trung -- Vietnam is the second biggest
coffee growing country in the world (behind
Brazil). And it’s got a coffee culture to match. Coffee
shops line downtown streets. Each one decorated
with tiny plastic red tables -- less than two
feet high -- surrounded by coffee drinkers.
Along with the usual lattes and cappuccinos,
there are uniquely Vietnamese coffee drinks. We
discovered “ca phe sua” – espresso and condensed
milk – in HCMC. In Da Lat we encountered “ca phe
muoi” -- coffee mixed with a salty cream.
But the topper was “ca phe trung” in Hanoi.
Otherwise known as “egg coffee,” it’s a combination
of sweetened espresso with whipped egg
yoke on top. It’s almost a desert. Think coffee
meringue pie or coffee tiramisu or maybe coffee
eggnog.
We tried our first ca phe trung at Café Giang
(the owner’s father invented the drink), where it’s
been served since 1946. We were there on a cool,
grey afternoon and both floors were packed. Each
ca phe trung cup sat in a small ceramic bowl.
We’re not sure why. Maybe to catch any overflowing
meringue.
Lobster -- On the eve of New Year’s Eve, we
squeezed through the crowds at Hoi An’s outdoor
night market, which is on an island across a narrow
neck of the Thu Bon River from the Old Town.
The market sells T-shirts and other tourist
knick-knacks but most everybody is there for the
food. There are dozens of stalls cooking an encyclopedia
of foods. Squid, frogs, octopi, chickens,
weird things we couldn’t identify. We headed to
the far side of the island where the lobster grillers
were at work.
We picked a stand at random (the cook looked
like a nice lady) and put in an order. The nice lady
grabbed a group of small lobsters out of a tank,
chopped off some antennae and threw them on
her grill. In 10 minutes juice dripping, succulent
grilled lobsters were delivered to our tiny table in
paper cartons.
Just about the best street food we’d ever eaten.
Pizza -- We say “just about,” because we discovered
the best street food ever in Da Lat. It’s called
“banh trang nuong.” Better known to tourists as
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“Vietnamese pizza.”
Banh trang nuong is round and has a crust but
that’s about its only connection to the Italian concoction.
This pizza is sizzled on an outdoor grill
starting with a base of thin rice paper. Instead of
tomato sauce, they smear quail or chicken egg
over the rice paper. Then come the toppings.
Amazing stuff like shrimp paste or bits of dried
pork, sriracha sauce, red chilis, and scallions. Even
cheese and bacon for westerners who can’t completely
let go.
When the cook hands you the finished pizza –
about the size of a small dinner plate – you fold it
over and take a bite. It’s like all of Vietnamese cuisine
rolled into one: crunchy, gooey, complex,
spicy, exotic, seriously yummy.
Love,
John and Jody
Dear Ron,
NEW YEARS
“Chuc Mung Nam Moi!”
That’s “Happy New Year!” in Vietnamese. It’s a
much heftier greeting here than back home. Vietnam’s
New Year is like Thanksgiving, Christmas
and Fourth of July rolled into one.
When we arrived at Ho Chi Minh City on Jan. 9
the tinsel and “Chuc Mung Nam Moi” signs were
everywhere and New Year’s Day wasn’t until Jan.
25. (Vietnam, like China, celebrates New Year’s
based on a lunar calendar. Both were anticipating
the upcoming Year of the Rat.)
At night, HCMC’s downtown was lit up like Las
Vegas. Indoor and outdoor restaurants were
jammed. Every store had New Year’s decorations.
A week later we were in Da Lat, a former French
colonial city in the central highlands. One of its
nicknames is “City of Flowers,” because it’s surrounded
by thousands of greenhouses. Ten days
before New Year’s, Da Lat’s flower business was
going crazy.
Red and yellow are lucky colors in Vietnam and
Da Lat’s streets were lined with people selling yellow
chrysanthemums, red roses and, our favorite,
the lucky kumquat tree. Really. Kumquats everywhere.
Apparently, they symbolize good health
and good luck for business. The trees, just a few
feet high, were loaded with fruit and stuck in big
flowerpots. And, of course, carted around on the
backs of motorbikes.
And Hanoi seemed like a party town. During
evening strolls around Hoan Kiem Lake, the town’s
historic center, we passed choral groups and dance
troupes; bad karaoke leaked out of bars and
canned music blared out over pedestrian mobs.
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We tried to greet people with “Chuc Mung Nam
Moi!” but had limited success. Locals would look at
us blankly for a second (“What are those crazy foreigners
trying to say?”) then the light would dawn
and they’d grin broadly and repeat it back or say
something else festive – none of which we understood.
Maybe they said, “Song lau tram tuoi,” which
means something like, “Live to be 100.”
Along with kumquat trees, Vietnam’s New
Year’s traditions include giving “lucky money” to
kids, decorating the house, buying clothes, paying
off debts, shooting off fireworks, and praying at
pagodas. The whole thing lasts for days. Businesses
close, school’s out, factories shut down, everybody
heads to their parents’ place or
grandparent’s or favorite uncle’s.
Without relatives to visit, we headed to the historic
coastal city of Hoi An. Which, by reputation,
is Vietnam’s premier New Year’s destination.
Hoi An’s original prime was in the 17th and 18th
centuries when it was thriving riverside port (the
coast is five miles off). Then the river silted up and
Hoi An became a backwater to Danang, 30 miles
to the north. But the ancient city, with its rows of
mustard-colored merchant houses, was preserved.
When Vietnam opened up to the West in the
1990s, Hoi An was rediscovered. UNESCO made it
a World Heritage site in 1999; tourists flooded in.
Today the merchant houses are shops and restaurants
and the Old Town is surrounded by hotels
and resorts.
Tourism means Hoi An is in festival mode yearround.
Lanterns festoon the narrow back streets,
lantern-lit boats ply the Thu Bon River. But New
Year’s Eve is something else. On an Old Town back
street we watched a dance performance involving
acrobatic teens, a pulsing drum corps and dragon
costumes.
As evening approached, the quaint arched river
bridges were lit up like airport runways. By dinner
time, the tourist crowd was so dense at the night
market we had to turn sideways to squeeze our
way through. At night, the riverside vendors had
sold so many small floating lanterns -- each holding
a single candle – looking down at the water
was like looking up at the Milky Way.
Because both of us were nursing colds that day,
we decided to forgo the downtown fireworks
show. As we walked back to our hotel, the riverbanks
were lined with tiny tables and chairs and
festive visitors drinking beer. At midnight, the
river surface flashed with reflected celebration.
“Chuc Mung Nam Moi!”
Love,
John and Jody
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LOOKING FORWARD
Dear Ron,
In our last postcard, we didn’t mention that the
Vietnamese New Year holiday is called Tet.
We didn’t forget. But to many Americans the
word “Tet” is synonymous with “Vietnam War.”
The Tet Offensive was a country-wide surprise attack
during the 1968 Lunar New
Year holiday. It was the war’s biggest
battle -- more than 1,000 GIs
died.
But Tet casts no such shadow
here. In Vietnam it’s just a time for
joy and celebration. Grudge
doesn’t seem to be a Vietnamese
concept. War? What war? During
our trip we must have brought up
the subject a dozen times. Each
time – in the north, south, coast,
inland -- the answer was the same:
“That’s the past, we look ahead.”
That’s Vietnam in a single sentence.
The people we met were industrious, optimistic
and happy. Laughter was everywhere.
A boat dock gate didn’t open – the gate man
struggled with it, laughed, struggled some more,
laughed, then let us around another side. A fruit
seller thought it hilarious when we asked her to
write out the Vietnamese name for dragon fruit
(“thranh long”). When our tour Jeep stalled in a
busy highway outside Hanoi, the pretty young tour
guide just shrugged, laughed and sat back, putting
her feet up on the dash.
ven the Cu Chi tunnels, a war site outside
HCMC, felt more like a theme park than a memorial.
The extensive tunnels, used by the Viet Cong
to evade U.S. troops and napalm attacks, vie with
gift shops, documentaries with jaunty soundtracks,
booby trap displays, a shooting range and
outdoor restaurants for the attention of tourists.
When we visited the place was packed. People
sticking their heads out of a tunnel entrance was
the main photo op.
Even our Cu Chi guide, “Mr. Chi,” was ultimately
dismissive of it all. “We can’t be Hobbits all our
lives,” he said as we left for our boat
ride back to the city.
Then there’s HCMC’s war museum.
It’s grim. The third floor “agent orange”
exhibit has gut-wrenching photos.
But even here the Vietnamese
downplay the past. An earlier version
of the museum, opened in 1975, was
called “The Exhibition House for US
and Puppet Crimes.” In 1990 the
name was changed to “Exhibition
House for Crimes of War and Aggression.”
When diplomatic relations with
the U.S. were resumed in 1995, the
name was changed again. Now it’s called the “War
Remnants Museum.”
At our hotel in Da Lat we kept asking Huynh
Nghia, the friendly guy who welcomed us, what his
job title was. Each day he’d laugh and give us a different
title.
Finally, on our last day, as we were leaving, he
said, “I’m manager, door man, waiter, bellhop,
president! There are no titles here, we’re now just
family.” And then he laughed and gave us both a
hug.
Love,
John and Jody
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By Brian E. Clark
orocco
Igrew up hearing stories about Morocco
from my father, a World War II Army
veteran whose unit helped push German
General Erwin Rommel - the
“Desert Fox” - and his soldiers out of
North Africa. Several maps of the country
- showing U.S. troop positions - decorated
my dad’s newspaper editor’s office.
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In the early 1970s, I made it to Morocco for the
first time to visit my older brother, who was teaching
English back then as part of a Peace Corps stint
in a village called Touanate in the Atlas Mountains
about 55 miles north of Fes.
I returned again about 15 years later in the winter
with photographer Mark Lorenzen to climb a
nearly 14,000-foot peak called Toubkal roughly 70
miles southeast of Marakesh - and then ski down it.
But the country’s siren call keeps luring me back
for yet more adventure. The most recent trip was
to surf off Morocco’s Atlantic Coast. After four
years of working as a staff writer at The San Diego
Union Tribune and hanging out on the city’s many
beaches, I’d developed a middling ability to ride a
longboard on easy waves at La Jolla Shores and the
Tourmaline Surfing Park.
And I’d long been a fan of Bruce Brown’s iconic
surfing movie, “Endless Summer,” which he filmed
in 1963 after hopping around the globe. He never
made it to Morocco on the northwest corner of
Africa, though he did get to Senegal, Nigeria and
South Africa.
Brown skipped Morocco a second time when he
made “The Endless Summer II,” released in 1994.
His loss.
What Brown missed was a 1,000-mile coastline
that hugs the Moroccan desert, with waves that
form beside rocky points or off beaches, offering
breaks for all levels of surfers - including top pros.
Ocean swells have been rolling in off the Atlantic
to collapse on Morocco’s strands for eons. Fishermen
have caught sardines, mackerel, anchovies, octopus
and squid for centuries, usually from small,
colorful wooden boats.
Their offspring have been going to sea with their
elders for countless generations, frolicking in the
ocean when they had the chance. But it was only in
the last 50 years that surfers discovered that these
waves were ideal for their own modern mix of work
and play.
At first, locals say, it was mostly Europeans and
Australians, along with the odd American or two,
who discovered that from October into March, the
Moroccan coast became a paradise of “big rollers”
that produced excellent right-handers, or waves
that break off points like Devil’s Rock, as well as
good beach breaks and some left-handers. At some
places such as Anchor Point north of Tamraght,
waves break for so long surfers can ride for nearly
half a mile.
In the past 20 years or so, surfing has caught on
also with Moroccan youth, and this has produced
some top professional riders. Along with them,
thousands of others have embraced the sport and
the surf culture that often goes with it, dreadlocks,
bleached blonde hair and all.
Mohammed Kadmiri, president of the Royal Moroccan
Surfing Federation, said the sport has grown
exponentiallyover the past decade. The country
now has more than 245 surf instructors and numerous
contests are held annually.
It is also home to more than 50 surfing schools
run by Moroccans and an equal number of surf
camps headed by foreigners—mostly Europeans—
who often use local instructors.
The long and often rugged coast, he added,
makes it "a quintessential destination for surfing
thanks to warm winter temperatures, large waves
and a generous geography with at least 95 named
breaks.”
Kadmiri said he believes the first surfers on this
coast were Americans stationed at what was then a
U.S. military base at Kenitra in northern Morocco in
the early 1960s. They rode waves at nearby Mehdia
beach, and from there, word of Morocco’s breaks
began to spread around the globe.
Kadmiri himself learned to surf in 1984 at Oued
Echarat north of Casablanca, and since then he has
ridden waves around the world. In recent years, he
said, the government has promoted surfing as
recreation for young Moroccans and helped establish
clubs along the coast.
According to the World Tourism Organization,
Morocco attracts 10 million tourists annually, the
greatest number for any African country, and Kadmiri
estimated that as much as 10 percent—nearly
1 million of those visitors—surf.
GrindTV, an online adventure sports video channel,
ranks Morocco among the top three places in
the world for riding waves and learning the sport,
he noted.
Though I’d been to the the country twice, my focus
on those trips had been its cities, cultural sites
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and the mountains.
So I knew nothing of the kingdom’s burgeoning (at least
among Moroccans, Europeans, Aussies and Brazilians) surf
scene until I read about Jerome Sahyoun, a Moroccan who is
one of the world’s top big-wave surfers, regularly riding
down the faces of 70-foot-tall behemoths on his board.
Seeing photographs of Sahyoun surfing made this former
San Diegan ponder returning to North Africa to check out a
coast that looks a lot like stretches of Baja California and
surf the waves that roll across the Atlantic to break on its
arid shores.
The deal was sealed after I spoke with Nigel Cross, an native
Australian who operates Moroccan Surf Adventures on
Taghazout Bay, Morocco - north of Agadir - and one of the
top surfing spots in Africa.
Cross, who is in his 40s, came to North Africa as a toddler
in the 1970s with his surfer parents who were, he says, “following
the sun.” His father had started a surfboard company
in Britain and first surfed in Morocco with Nigel’s mother, a
swimsuit designer. Nigel was three years old.
“Places like Taghazout and Tamraght were just tiny fishing
villages back then.”
On a misty October morning I found myself carrying a
longboard down to the water at Devil’s Rock Beach, north of
the coastal city of Agadir, for a refresher lesson with a dozen
would-be surfers from Britain, France, Ireland and Brazil.
There was one other American in our pod, a young businesswoman
from San Francisco. She was the only other Yank
I met during my five days at Cross’ surfing school.
It wasn’t crowded, but there were other surfers out in the
lineup and on the beach, including a group of young Moroccan
boys in wetsuits who were doing jumping jacks, jostling
each other and turning cartwheels on the sand.
Brightly painted blue fishing boats, including one with a
pair of cats lounging in it, were lined up above the high-tide
line. Still higher was what can only be described as surf
shacks.
Tamraght, the village where I was staying, was about half a
mile inland from Devil’s Rock Beach and had a pair of
mosques with minarets poking into the blue sky.
Behind them, arid hills rolled off to the east. Less than a
mile north of Tamraght is the town of Taghazout, Morocco’s
version of Santa Cruz. (Since my visit, Cross has built a new,
strikingly modern hotel for his surf camps in the village of
Imi Quaddar, six miles north of Taghazout.)
Not far from the shore, a handful of surfers was lining up
to hop on waves rolling in off the right-hand side of the
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jagged point that is Devil’s Rock.
Brahim LeFrere, one of the three instructors for our
group, had us doing pop-ups (jumping from a prone position
to standing on our boards) on the beach before we hit the
water for what would be four-plus days of instruction. We
roamed up and down the coast, seeking the best conditions.
LeFrere, the son of a fisherman, said he started surfing as
a boy, eventually becoming good enough to compete in regional
contests.
“In the beginning, it was too expensive for me to get a
surfboard or a wetsuit,” he says. “So I’d wait until friends
were done and I’d borrow their gear. After a year, I’d saved
up enough money and bought a used board and wetsuit.
Then I was in the water, catching waves as much I could.
A natural athlete, he also coached volleyball.
“I like all kinds of sports that we can do on the beach —
and in the water,” he said. “We have lots of space at low tide
to play football, Frisbee and other things. Most of the people
in my village were fishermen, and we all grew up on the sea,
so playing in and on the waves just came naturally.”
At several spots, camels moved casually along the sand,
reminding us that we were indeed in North Africa. And
sometimes, when the wind was blowing from the east, we
could hear calls to prayer from minarets rising above one of
several mosques in the town.
When the day’s classes and time for free surfing were
over, we returned to the Moroccan Surf Adventures hostel,
where the chef served us delicious Berber tagine, a stew
prepared in an earthenware pot that was brimming with
onions, carrots, squash, spices and chicken and served on a
bed of couscous.
Advanced surfers who were staying at the lodge hired individual
guides and headed for more serious breaks that
have gnarly reputations in Morocco and Europe, such as
Dracula’s, Hash Point, Killer Point and Anchor Point, where
waves sometimes break for more than a quarter mile.
Karim Rhouli, who runs Marrakesh Surf and Snow Tours,
said his parents often brought him to Taghazout Bay for holidays,
where they would rent a house near Anchor Point.
“First I got into body boarding, but by the time I was 17, I
really knew I wanted to surf,” explained Rhouli. As he improved
his surfing, he began to teach. He also developed
skills as a skateboarder and snowboarder, all of which led to
the creation of his guide service.
“Surfing is a great sport because you feel like you are riding
a force of nature when you are on a wave,” said Rhouli,
who has surfed in Bali and Australia and taught snowboard-
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ing in Dubai.
“That first rush of standing on a board and being
carried in is incredible. It’s called ‘the stoke,’ and it
grabs you and makes you want to do it more and
more.”
Lasim Safir, who sports gold-tipped dreadlocks,
rents surfboards and gives lessons from a small
wooden building that also serves as his home
above Devil’s Rock beach.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do than surf and help
people learn,” said Safir, who is in his late 30s and
started surfing 20 years ago. “When I was a kid,
there weren’t that many people who came to this
beach. Now, sometimes, the waves can almost be
crowded. But that’s good. I love seeing the sport
grow.”
One of the highlights of my trip was meeting
Meryem el Gardoum and watching her ride the
waves. This 23-year-old Muslim woman is a native
of Tamraght and a four-time national female surfing
champion.
She learned from her older brothers, and her
parents encouraged her to compete. Now she’s a
part-time instructor when she’s not surfing and
competing.
Anchor Point is her favorite break, she told me,
because of its consistent tubes and long rides.
“I feel so free when I am out there,” she said dur-
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ing a chat at Devil’s Rock. “I think it’s the same [for
surfers] all over the world. I’m just lucky that I
grew up here and had the support of my family.
“Not all girls here are so fortunate.”
El Gardoum said she never dreamed she’d become
the Moroccan women’s national surfing
champion when she was a little girl accompanying
her mother to gather oysters.
“But when I saw people surfing and my brothers
took it up, I knew I had to try it,” she said. “I like
challenges and experimenting with different surfing
techniques. It just makes me forget anything
that might be bothering me.”
One afternoon during my visit, El Gardoum
dropped by Safir's shack to grab her short board,
slip on her wetsuit and head for the surf.
Soon - as I watched in envy - she was catching
long rides and snapping sharp turns. Later, she returned
to the beach to tutor a skateboarding
youngster named Chamae - whom she called a
surfing protege - with her schoolwork.
“She has potential,” El Gardoum said of her pupil.
“And I’d love to see more girls out there on the
waves. I know for me, it just makes me feel so
alive.”
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Dancing Through The Canal
Story & Photography by Maribeth Mellin
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Dancing was foremost on my mind
while planning a recent Panama Canal
Cruise. I needed a ship with at least
one great music venue where my husband
and I could let loose—and it had to open at a
reasonable hour (late nights are not our
forte). I'd previously had a grand time dancing
with friends at a B.B. King's Blues Club
during a short Holland America cruise. The
line's Eurodam had a similar club, plus the
itinerary I wanted.
Two other features cemented the decision.
It was the only sailing I found that included a
port call at Cartagena, Colombia (a city I've
long wanted to visit), along with Costa Rica,
Guatemala, Nicaragua and Mexico. And it
disembarked in San Diego, my hometown.
The trifecta sealed the deal.
I was curious to see how we felt about
cruising with Holland America. We want to
sail more frequently, and need to participate
in a loyalty program. The line visits many of
our anticipated destinations, from Amsterdam
to Antarctica, the ships are reasonably
sized and the fares fall in mid-range. It could
be our go-to cruise line.
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We boarded the 2,100-passenger Eurodam in
Ft. Lauderdale and sailed into San Diego two
weeks later, relaxed, replenished and relieved to
be home on March 1, as news of Covid-19 filtered
through the news.
Surveying the Ship
First things first: the B.B. King's Blues Club was
everything I'd hoped and so much more. The eightpiece
band rocked for three sets nearly every
night—and the first set started at 8:30pm. Holland
America is known to attract a senior clientele; I
bet our fellow passengers' ages averaged around
65, with many in their 80s. It wasn't a late-night
crowd, but even the early diners were able to
catch the first set. I would gladly have stayed up
till midnight to hear singers Indigo Jones and Jason
Barnes rock through a repertoire covering
rock, disco and blues. We stopped by most nights
to catch a few songs, and hit the dance floor for all
three sets on a few occasions. Holland America
aced that requirement.
The Eurodam was comfortable, easily navigated
and enjoyable. The vibe was definitely low key and
mature, as one might expect on a two-week sailing
with several sea days during the school year. I
have a hard time imagining it as a party ship,
though you never know who your fellow guests
might be.
The decor was understated, lacking glitz and
pizazz. Walls were decorated with copies of Dutch
Master paintings, historic photos and nautical
paraphernalia and noise was muted for the most
part. We settled into a comfortable, casual routine
I enjoyed the spacious fitness center's stretch
classes and always-available treadmills. We
walked many laps on the open-air promenade with
a steady stream of fellow guests. One morning,
hundreds boasted T-shirts from the On Deck for a
Cause 5K walk, a Holland America fundraising tradition.
The promenade became my favorite freshair
reading and daydreaming hangout, though the
teak lounge chairs grew scarce on beautiful days.
Lounge chairs also edged the wall-length windows
in the sky-high Crows Nest, home to a
We thoroughly enjoyed the band at the
B.B. King's Blues Club on Gala Night.
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combo coffee and cocktail bar and the shore excursions
desk. The place buzzed too much for tranquil
reading on gloomy, windy days but was a good
venue for lectures and programmed activities. The
two pool decks were the most vibrant areas, with
burger and pizza stands and bars featuring the
day's tropical cocktail. Happy hours were immensely
popular in the Crow's Nest and comfy
Ocean Bar. There was plenty of entertainment,
with staged shows, a small casino, a classical music
stage and a pair of dueling pianists in the Billboard
Onboard venue.
Meals consumed large chunks of time—we're
not used to three solids per day. Buy hey, if someone
else is fixing the food we'll be there. Overall,
the Eurodam's culinary offerings were satisfying,
plentiful and occasionally exciting. We often dined
alone any time we wished (thanks to open seating)
and thoroughly enjoyed Tamarind, the Asian specialty
restaurant. I learned a lot about Holland
America's loyalty Mariners program during group
meals in the busy dining room—all raved about
their fondness for the exceptional crew.
Latin Interludes
I've spent a lot of time in Central America over
the years and felt at home everywhere we landed.
Our itinerary started in Cartagena, a UNESCO
World Heritage site and the setting for some of
Gabriel García Márquez's most mesmerizing stories.
The old walled city looked exactly as I'd expected,
exuding the tropical vibe of Havana and
San Juan.
I immediately searched for La Gorda Gertrudis
(Fat Gertrude), a voluptuous bronze nude by
famed Colombian artist Fernando Botero, and
found her reclining in front of a church in the Plaza
Santo Domingo. We took a coffee break at a cafe
in the plaza, charmed by a local hoping to show us
his friend's emerald store, and then proceeded to
walk the streets in absolutely blistering heat
(Cartagena's temperatures are infamous).
Left: Fruit sellers called palenqueras await
customers in front of a colonial-era church.
Top: Botero's Fat Gertrude dominates a small
plaza in the walled city.
Bottom: Palenqueras on break
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The closing scene in Romancing the Stone was
set at Cartagena's imposing Castillo San Felipe
fortress but was actually filmed in Veracruz, Mexico.
The similarities were spot on as I recalled
scenes from Veracruz in the 1980s. We lasted
long enough to walk atop the city's stone walls
and along back streets, but succumbed to the humidity
with time to spare.
The main event—the Panama Canal crossing—
was far more intriguing than I expected. I caught a
few canal documentaries on the in-room TV prior
to the crossing and brushed up on the history. We
ordered room-service coffee for our morning entry
into the canal from the Atlantic Ocean and
watched tugboats guide us into a narrow channel
toward the lower lock as an enormous fuel tanker
slid toward us in the upper lock. As the water level
rose, the two vessels edged past each other with
smiles and waves on both sides.
As we sailed along Lake Gatun I scanned the
jungle for the abundant birds and monkeys I'd
seen on previous Panama adventures. But they've
got plenty of room to roam far from the busy
canal. Late in the day we cruised toward the Miraflores
Locks, past the Panama Canal Visitor
Center where hundreds of onlookers lined the
four-story balconies to watch the water's dramatic
rise and fall. We reached the Pacific Ocean
as the day ended—a pretty impressive feat indeed.
Sweet young girls in ruffled dresses greeted the
ship at Corinto, Nicaragua, where the dirt streets
and ramshackle storefronts were reminiscent of a
languid Mosquito Coast backwater. We stuck
close the port in steamy Costa Rica, where I'd
passed much of the late 90s while writing the
Traveler's Costa Rica Companion (now out of
print). I was reluctant to join any shore excursions
since I had the extreme good fortune to ramble
around the country before there were large excursions
and wildlife encounters.
Antigua, Guatemala was the highlight on the
Pacific Coast. Locate about 90 minutes from the
port. Antigua is another UNESCO site with gorgeous
architecture and extraordinary artisans. I'm
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a sucker for Guatemalan textiles and headed
straight to Nim Po't, a well-known warehouse
store showcasing traditional huipiles (embroidered
blouses) from various regions in the country,
along with bags, bedspreads, tablecloths and
bolts of brilliantly hued cloth. The first time I visited
Guatemala I had to buy an enormous duffle
(made of beautiful striped fabric) to carry all my
Opposite: Young dancers greet the
Eurodam in Corinto, Nicaragua.
Top: Pedicab drivers ferry
passengers to the beach in Corinto.
Left: Bird lovers admire parrots in
Corinto.
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purchases. I showed far greater restraint this
time, buying just enough to keep memories of that
gorgeous country alive.
The itinerary ended in Puerto Vallarta, where
we strolled the malecón to El Dorado, a long-time
favorite seaside restaurant, where we lingered
over guacamole, ceviche, a limonada and a
michelada (beer with lime juice and spices). Gala
Night followed and we went all out, with Gary in a
suit and me in a long sequined gown. We ended up
at B.B. King's, of course, and danced until the
band bid farewell long before midnight.
We've had the good fortune to travel with many
lines, from Cunard and Crystal to Carnival. We've
been on small adventure ships and mega cruisers
built for 5,000 passengers. There are several
more lines we'd like to sample, and we'll definitely
sail on Holland America again. I was thinking
about booking one of their Alaska cruises for this
summer, but Covid-19 has put a halt to such plans
for now. But we'll be dancing on the high seas
ASAP.
Left: Sashimi with a smile at
Tamarind.
Above: Asian delights at Tamarind
Bottom: A modern textile vendor in
traditional dress in Antigua,
Guatemala.
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YOU ARE GOING WHERE? CUBA? | ARE YOU CRAZY. I THOUGHT OUR GOVERNMENT FORBADE IT. | YOU
A MOST EXCELLENT CUBAN
YOU CAN’T FLY DIRECTLY FROM THE US TO CUBA ! | I THOUGHT OUR GOVERNMENT FORBADE IT
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NEED TO APPLY FOR A SPECIAL VISA 6 MONTHS AHEAD.
ADVENTURE
. | YOU CAN’T FLY DIRECTLY FROM THE US TO CUBA!
Story by Kitty Morse
Photography by Kitty Morse and Susan McBeth
Last December, my friend Susan and I
bucked conventional wisdom, and headed
for Cuba on the spur of the moment. Planning
our custom itinerary was a breeze
thanks to Vermont-based Karin Eckhard of Espiritu
Travel (https://espiritutravel.com)
We were in for several surprises.
Cuba off-limits to US citizens? Not so! They are
the largest group to visit Cuba after Canadians,
and must plan their visit through licensed travel
agencies. We were under the impression that we
needed to fly to Cuba through a third country.
Wrong again! Most major US airlines offer regular
flights to Cuba, though US government directives
dictate that they can only fly into Havana. The
longstanding US embargo prohibits cruise ships
from docking.
Following Karin’s instructions, we checked
“Support the Cuban people” on our visa applications
and obtained our visas at the JetBlue
counter at JFK upon check-in. The cost?
USD50.00 (Visas vary widely in price when purchased
online.) Before we landed in Havana, we
had to fill out the customs declaration that
“banned any pornographic material.” Done! We
walked out of Jose Marti International Airport
pulling our rollies behind us towards Carlos, our
driver and guide for the next 9 days.
“This is rush hour traffic,” said our guide in
flawless English as we whizzed into town along an
empty freeway. “Most Cubans cannot afford a
car.” Hitchhikers of all ages waited for rides along
the road. Carlos gestured our SUV was full.
“Hitchhiking is a way of life here. We all have to
do it,” he continued, as we passed vintage Buicks
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and Studebakers, even a grey Chevy Bel-Air similar
to one my father once owned in the late 1950s.
“Public transportation is not reliable. Besides, a
free ride is cheaper!” said the former lawyer.
Safety is not an issue, he assured us. This 700-mile
long island a mere 90 miles off Florida bills itself
as one of the safest countries in the world.
We drove into town under threatening skies.
Our hosts, Carlos and Oralia were waiting for us at
their casa particular (b and b) of Casa Carlos y
Oralia, in Vedado. The heavy wooden door creaked
open at our knocks, allowing us to step into a tiled
patio lined with flowerpots encircling a gurgling
wall fountain. Our room, one of a five tucked inside
the narrow two-story building, faced this minijungle
alive with chirping birds. We shed our winter
coats for lighter wear, thankful for the air conditioning
and the whirling fan, and for the refrigerator
stocked with bottles of water. Carlos had
already advised us not to drink local tap water
Our guide picked us up at the appointed time for
our afternoon tour of Habana Vieja. The historic
district brought to mind images of my hometown of
Casablanca (Morocco), with its magnificent and dilapidated
old buildings scalloped in artistic wrought
iron balconies. In such close-knit quarters, daily activities
unfold in the streets, much as they do in
Mediterranean neighborhoods. Young Habaneros
playing soccer blocked intersections; grandmothers
in sleeveless blouses chatted in doorways, absentmindedly
puffing on a cigar while keeping an eye on
their charges. Many ruined buildings had found
new life: here a bicycle repair shop; there, a
makeshift garage holding half a dozen classic cars
in varying stages of repair; in another, customers
waited for their turn in the antique barber’s chair.
“Cubans always have a few extra pesos to spend on
flowers,” said Carlos, as we stepped into what must
have been the ground floor of an apartment building.
The space was now the neighborhood flower
market. “Nos Une el El Barrio” (the barrio unites us)
proclaimed the hand-painted slogan on a wall. Each
block held a walk-in clinic, attesting to the fact that
the country has one of the highest doctor-to-patient
ratios in the world.
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the National Assembly is a renewed source of
pride. The same thing is planned for the neighboring
Gran Teatro de la Habana, home of the worldfamous
Cuban National Ballet. To our chagrin, we
did not program attending a performance. A word
to the wise: obtain tickets upon arrival.
Carlos knew just where to take us for lunch for
our first taste of Cuban cuisine. Ropa vieja (old
clothes) is Cuba’s comfort food, and the specialty
of the intimate Café Mambo Habana. We dug with
gusto into Cuba’s classic dish of shredded pork
stewed with bell peppers and tomatoes, and a side
of Moros y Cristianos (black beans and rice). We
were to eat multiple versions of these dishes during
our 9 days, and Café Mambo’s was a delicious
“Hola Carlos!” rang out a number of times. Our
guide had grown up in the neighborhood, and
these were his “peeps”. “Not many Cubans choose
to live in this area of town anymore, except my
mother!” he exclaimed. He led us down a narrow
alley that opened up onto the elegant Paseo del
Prado. We stood facing a clone of our capitol
building. “Our capitol was built with sugar boom
money between 1926 and 1929,” said Carlos. He
added: “It was modeled after the US Capitol but it
is just a little wider and a little taller!” The landmark
was an eyesore for decades until local authorities
undertook its restoration ahead of
Havana’s 500th anniversary. The process took
close to ten years. Today, the resplendent home of
introduction. Three cooks, all young men, practiced
their culinary skills in the galley at the back
of this diminutive diner.
Our hunger pangs appeased, it was back to
Vedado along the Malecon, the 8-mile long oceanfront
boulevard that skirts Havana Vieja. Dog and
owners took their daily paseo, and youngsters
skipped long the sidewalk, or jumped into the
waves that crashed over the low parapet. Silhouetted
against the gray skies, lone fishermen stood
on the rocks hoping to reel in a fresh catch.
An excursion across the bay allowed us to take
the whole Malecon panorama from the fortress of
Castillo de los Tres Reyes del Morro. The view
from the ramparts made clear why Spanish ex-
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plorers selected the enormous bay as the main
port of their New World colonies, and why, in
1592, King Philip II of Spain decreed Havana "Key
to the New World and Rampart of the West Indies".
The next morning, after breakfasting on Oralia’s
cheese omelet, piping hot ham croquetas, fresh
fruit, ham sandwiches, fresh orange juice and
Cuban coffee, it was off to the races — in this case,
the government run cigar factory. An oversized
portrait of a pensive Fidel Castro smoking a cigar
looked down on us as we stepped across the black
and white linoleum tiles towards Luis, a factory
worker-cum-guide. Like most men in the antiquated
building, he was chewing on an unlit cigar.
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No photos were allowed past this point. We followed
him up narrow stairs reeking of stale smoke,
to a large workroom where men separated and
smoothed out the dried tobacco leaves spread on
wooden tables. They barely looked up as we
trooped past on the way to the top floor, reserved
for women seated at individual work stations.
Each one expertly wrapped and labeled Cuba’s
famed export with her identity number for quality
control.
“These women are the best paid workers on the
island,” explained Luis. “Each one can make 80 to
150 cigars a day and is allowed to take home 5
cigars to sell on the open market.” Needless to say,
a job as a cigar wrapper is as much sought after as
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the end product: Romeo y Julieta and Monte
Cristo cigars.
The sweet aroma of fresh cigars permeated the
car as we drove along the wide Avenida 5a to
Fusterlandia, a most unusual neighborhood inspired
by Barcelona’s artist Gaudi. An explosion of
kaleidoscopic tilework greeted us down a discreet
side street. Gaudi, as well as world-famous
French-American artist Nikki de St Phalle, both inspired
the Cuban-born Jose Fuster to plaster his
entire neighborhood in tilework, from benches,
rooftops, and shops, to the Holy Virgin watching
over his pool.
A different style of art lined the walls of the
Callejon de Hamel, a shaded, pedestrian alley at
the heart of Havana Vieja, where walls, chairs,
lampposts and even old bathtubs displayed various
forms of graffiti. Our morning walk concluded
at Venami’s (www.tripadvisor.com/venami), an secluded
Italian restaurant near the Capitolio. “Venami’s
serves the best Italian food in Havana,”
asserted Carlos upon entering the tiny space, winner
of Trip Advisor’s Certificate of Excellence for
3 years in a row. We would have been hard
pressed to find it on our own. Paladares are under
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private ownership, and hanging a commercial sign
is prohibited. More often than not, a chalk board
on the sidewalk is the only public notice.
The trio of young chefs who expertly manned
the brick oven had perfected their trade in Italy.
They slipped wooden pizza paddles in and out of
the brick oven at record speed to the sound of a
boombox vibrating with Cuban tunes. As we left,
satiated with chicken piccata and heaping bowls
of seafood fettucine, our waitress grabbed my
arm and insisted we take a spin on the pavement.
Music of a different era enlivened the Hotel Nacional
de Cuba, a mafia hangout before the Cuban
revolution. A trio of musicians serenaded us as we
downed one mojito and then another beneath vintage
portraits of international celebrities. In
decades past, the edifice echoed with the footsteps
of Winston Churchill, Ava Gardner, Frank
Sinatra, Jean Paul Sartre, Yuri Gagarin, Lucky Luciano,
and other world-famous luminaries. It even
hosted a battle in 1933. The battle of The Hotel
Nacional de Cuba pitted the Cuban army against
non-commissioned officers who supported Battista.
Ensconced in deep armchairs in one of the
oceanfront salons, we sipped mojitos and tapped
our feet to our private WWII musical interlude.
We had barely downed our last mojito when
Carlos introduced us to Yordanka, the driver of an
eye-popping ‘52 royal blue convertible Buick.
“There are very few women drivers in Havana,”
said the attractive brunette. “I studied to be an
accountant, but I can’t support my family on the
government’s $35 a month.” Like Carlos, she too
felt the pinch of the US embargo. “And so I drive a
classic car!” The government keeps a stable of
several hundred of these classic autos, and leases
them out to (mainly male) drivers for a hefty
monthly fee. She drove us, top down, through Havana’s
leafier districts until we reached the enormous
Plaza de la Revolución. A large portrait of
Cuba’s revolutionary hero, Che Guevara, cast a
benign stare from nearby buildings onto tourists
examining the rows of vintage cars on the plaza.
Many cars advertised ”In Havana, you can rent
your fantasia”.
In addition to music and vintage cars, Cubans
are renowned for their agricultural expertise. The
island has long practiced ecological growing
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methods, and we were curious to visit a working
farm. “One reason we follow ancestral farming
practices,” explained Carlos on the way to Vista
Hermosa Eco Farm, “is that the country cannot afford
to import expensive fertilizers or modern machinery.
This has forced farmers to revert to
ploughing fields with oxen due to the lack of fuel,
and to shun the use of chemicals.” Farm to table, or
“de la Granja a la Mesa”, is the norm in Cuba. This
catapulted Vista Hermosa to the forefront of the
Slow Food movement. The young farm manager
had travelled to Italy, birthplace of the movement,
on several occasions.
Vista Hermosa, a 165-acre finca ganadera, cattle
“farm, operates as a semi-private co-op, and
must sell 80% of its products to the government.
Most of their microgreens and specialty herbs
supply the hotel trade. Lucky for us, we sampled
their products at their charming “outlet”, the
Mediterraneo Havana restaurant. Blue and white,
so typical of Mediterranean countries, predominated
in the sun-splashed villa nestled in one Havana’s
better neighborhoods. For the next two
hours, young waiters plied us with Vista Hermosa’s
baby vegetables, farm-raised chicken,
home-made cheeses, farm fresh ricotta, and even,
their own Italian style salumi.
That evening our curiosity compelled us to attend
a dinner show at the fabled El Guajarito,
home of the legendary Buena Vista Social Club.
The packed cabaret was filled with groups from
around the world. Dinner, served by young women
in skimpy attire, began with a cup of broth and an
unusual bruschetta of stewed squid. The evening’s
high point came in the form of the show’s exuberant
star, 82-year old Tete,the liveliest person in
the room, who, in no time, had the place stomping
its feet and clapping to classic Cuban jazz tunes.
Our destination the next morning was Vinales in
the western province of Pinar del Río. Carlos had
advised us to dress in layers and take rain gear. On
approach, a rainbow arced over the lush countryside,
and the steep, dome-shaped limestone cliffs
emerged from the mist like those of Vietnam’s Halong
Bay. These mountains, called mogotes, attract
rock climbers from around the world and most local
casas particulares cater to long term visitors,
as did the aptly-named Casa Bella Vista, where a
diorama of domed-shaped mogotes faced the inn’s
terrace.
The skies opened up as we set off to digest our
heaping plates of meltingly tender lamb and Moros
y Cristianos. Rainer, our guide and botanical
expert, led us to shelter in an abandoned shack,
while delivering a rundown on the valley’s endemic
plants. These include 165 varieties of
mamey, and dozens of rare papayas.
We had expressed the desire to visit one of
Viñales’ famed tobacco farms to roll our own cigar.
Since neither car nor oxcart could navigate the
flooded paths, we set out on foot under a deluge,
our shoes sloshing with water, our clothes wringing
wet under our flimsy rain gear. We reached a
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rickety barn after what seemed an eternity. Inside,
open shelves were stacked floor to ceiling with tobacco
leaves in varying stages of the drying
process. “Bienvenidos!” A farmer with the bluest
eyes I had ever seen flashed a row of gleaming
white teeth as he invited us in. Rain pelted the
leaky roof and the aroma of fresh leaves floated
around us as he demonstrated how to roll a cigar
unwrapping each leaf, and expertly rolling it into
Cuba’s signature product.
Thunder and lightning punctuated our return to
Casa Oralia. This sent me dreaming of home-made
chicken soup. We found it at El Biky’s, a newly
opened restaurant near our casa particular. A
steaming bowl of home-made chicken soup, and
their cracker-thin pizza crust smothered in fresh
mushrooms and melted cheese did much to soothe
our rain drenched souls.
The skies had cleared the next morning when
we set off for Trinidad. On the way, we witnessed
first-hand how Cubans source daily necessities.
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“You want to try a cortado?” asked Carlos, pointing
to a roadside stand. Of course! He disappeared at
the back while we sipped a Cuban espresso with
milk. He returned holding six tubes of Colgate
toothpaste.
“My supplier buys these in Miami!” he said with
a chuckle. We stretched our legs again at a roadside
stand festooned in strands of garlic. Carlos’
purchases done, we continued on to Cienfuegos,
originally settled by French immigrants from Bordeaux
and Louisiana.
Today, the town is a center for sugar and tobacco
production. The shaded central plaza
flanked in pastel colored colonial buildings
brought to mind a typical zocalo. Carlos led us to
the rooftop terrace of the Palacio de Valle, an extravagant
structure built in the Moorish style, to
sip daiquiris and take in the unobstructed view of
the bay.
“You will love Trinidad,” he declared when we
were back on the road. Francisco de Narvaez, one
of the first explorers of the southern coast of
North America, was the first to set foot in Trinidad
in 1527, before his exploration of La Florida.
Nowadays, visitors from around the world flock to
the flower-bedecked central square to access free
wi-fi. Trinidad native Yneisy and her Italian-born
husband Enzo were our hosts at their family home
a few minutes’ walk from the plaza. From the
Hostal Casa Groning (www.hostalcasagroning-
.com) we ventured out on our own to explore the
pedestrian streets lined in cobblestones originally
used ballast for ships. We navigated uneven sidewalks
and flooded side-streets filled with horsedrawn
carts, pedicabs, and bicycles. A laid-back attitude
contributed to the tropical charm of this
colonial era World heritage Site. Hemingway must
have felt it too. A trio of street musicians stood in
front of La Floridita, one of the famed author’s fa-
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vorite watering holes. Open doorways afforded a
glimpse of daily life: students learning the samba,
a cobbler bent over his iron last next to a mountain
of shoes, a barber plying his trade inside a studio
lined with his own paintings. We ran into a number
of these informal art galleries, as well as one exhibiting
internationally-known Lazaro Niebla’s
stunning bas-relief portraits carved out of wood
(www.lazaroniebla.com).
The late morning temperature was turning oppressive
and we sought the air-conditioned confines
of Bar Frio. There, the jovial bartender
revealed the secret of making canchanchara, a
drink introduced by African slaves in the late
1800s. The bartender went to great length to
blend the sugar cane juice, honey, lemon and rum.
A different legacy of Afro-Cuban origin is santería,
a religious practice introduced during the influx of
Lucumí slaves from Nigeria. In Trinidad, the Templo
Yemalla, site of regular santería ceremonies,
displayed various facets of this syncretic religion
which combines elements of Yoruba and Catholic
practices. Inside the foyer, an array of offerings lay
at the feet of a black virgin attired in royal cape
and crown, and cradling a white skinned baby Jesus.
Trinidad abounds in souvenir shops where foreigners
can spend convertible pesos or CUCs.
Cubans, however, must use local Cuban pesos.
Their limited purchasing power was apparent
when we stood before a counter dispensing stacks
of “la libreta”, government-subsidized ration
books. The monthly allotment coupons detailed
the amount of rice, pasta, eggs, coffee, salt, sugar,
oil, beans, matches, and of course, cigars, for each
family. Rations usually last about 10 days out of
every month. The rest of the time, most Cubans
resort to bartering or purchasing necessities on
the black market.
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One daily activity in Trinidad is to while away
the time on the steps of La Casa de la Musica sipping
mojitos and listening to live music. Dancing
erupted around the plaza soon after sunset, and a
strikingly tall black-skinned woman in an immaculate
chef’s jacket approached each table. “Would
you like to try my gratin of seafood?” asked the imposing
chef whose toque towered over our table.
The cooking class at Casa de Tonia, a private
home converted to a casa particular, dispelled the
memory of the previous evening’s lackluster
gratin! Our professional chef/instructor Eduardo,
flanked by an English translator, demonstrated the
art of cocina criolla using his grandmother’s
recipes. For two hours, he directed us as we sliced
and diced ingredients in his small and well-appointed
kitchen. In no time, we turned out fufu de
plátano, a plantain puree mixed with pork fat and
pork rind, sopa de frijoles colorados flavored with
a mild sofrito pureed peppers, and much more.
Most instructive was his use of latitas, empty cans
of sweet condensed milk instead of a measuring
cup. (So was the ingredients list that called for
“chicken bottoms” instead of chicken thighs!) Our
cooking completed, we retreated to the far end of
the patio, around a massive table set with crystal
and china. When we remarked on the ubiquity of
Moros y Cristianos, instructor and staff burst out
laughing: “El frijol se le hace diario en Cuba!” (In
Cuba, we make beans every day!)
Trinidad once was a hotbed of revolutionaries.
So were the jungle lined hills of Valle de los Ingenios,
which we explored during our excursion to
Topes de Collantes and Parque Guayanara national
park. Our hike took us deep into the lush
greenery, to the exuberant Salto de Caburni waterfall
and the frigid waters of a popular swimming
hole. For this senior citizen (albeit in good shape)
hiking downhill to the falls, then climbing up again,
necessitated more effort than my daily exercise
routine! Luckily, Carlos had planned a restorative
stop at a nearby family-run coffee plantation. After
my first shot of potrerito—a Cuban espresso
spiked with rum, lemon juice, and honey, I was
ready to climb mountains! There was no need, for
our next stop was Carlos’ family farm, a compound
consisting of housing for his 11 family members,
as well as a vegetable garden and small orchard.
Our host proudly showed off a pig pen and a
chicken coop. ““We have to grow our own food.
That’s how we survive,” he explained. Lunch with
his extended family turned out to be a highlight of
our stay.
We had planned to spend our last night at Casa
Carlos y Oralia. On the way back to Havana the
Ernesto (“Che”) Guevara Sculptural Complex in
Santa Clara was a requisite stop. The memorial
houses the remains of this longtime friend of Fidel
Castro’s and one of Cuba’s preeminent revolutionaries.
A youthful uniformed guard was all smiles
when we invited him to pose alongside us.
Carlos’ last requisite stop was at Los Martinez, a
thriving family restaurant by the roadside: “These
people know how to make a Cubano sandwich,” he
proclaimed, as we bit into our warm roll filled with
warm shredded pork and sliced ham smothered in
melted Swiss cheese and fresh pickles, and sipped
goblets of fresh guava juice. Our guide was right
once again.
Carlos Eire’s book “Waiting for Snow in Havana”
describes how the author’s favorite pastime as a
young boy was to have his father drive through the
waves crashing onto the Malecon. Susan had expressed
her wish to do the same. On our last
evening in Havana, we joined a crowd of ebullient
young Cubans running through the waves along
the promenade. Drenched and happy, my friend
and I could leave Havana having fulfilled our own
“fantasia”.
Kitty Morse is the author of 10 cookbooks, and
a staff writer for Wine Dine and Travel.
Susan McBeth is the founder and president of
Adventures by the Book (www.adventuresbythebook.com)
and Novel Network (www.novelnetwork.com)
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ENGLAND’S
"Plague Town"
By Sharon Whitley Larsen
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With the recent worldwide spread of the frightening
Coronavirus--COVID-19--we're vividly reminded of the
terrifying 17th-century Bubonic Plague. This is the
story of how brave villagers in a small English town
took it upon themselves to self-quarantine for 14
months and save lives.
As I stood by a charming, attached stone cottage
in this peaceful village, the heart of England's Peak
District, watching a homeowner sweep her walkway
on this crisp, sunny day, I was stunned to read
the plaque in front. Once--355 years ago--the
happy Siddall family had
lived here. And, one by one,
they had been struck down
by the plague.
First there was Richard,
age 11, who died on Sept. 11,
1665. He was followed,
within weeks, by his sister
Sarah, age 13, then his father,
and three more sisters.
Another sister died in April
and, by October 17, 1666,
when his mother died, the
family was gone. Except for
young Joseph, age 3, who
survived.
Few of us can imagine the
horror of an illness wiping
out not only most of one’s
family--but neighbors,
friends, nearly an entire
town. Of the 350 villagers in
Eyam (pronounced “eem”),
260 died this horrible death, including 58 children.
Caused by a bacterial infection, the plague hits
its victims with swollen lymph nodes, fever, chills,
headache, fatique, muscle aches. Symptoms can include
a rosy, red rash--and black boils, from dried
blood under the skin, caused by internal bleeding,
appear in the armpits, neck and groin. The “Black
Death,” as it is known, can be excruciatingly painful
and horrible for others to watch.
What makes this bucolic, mountainous Derbyshire
village (known as "The Plague Town ”) so
unique is not only that the plague wiped out such a
high number of residents in such a short time, but
also the way that its devastated townsfolk reacted
to the deadly, infectious disease. They sacrificed
themselves so others could live: Courageously cordoning
themselves off from the outside world, the
Eyam villagers kept the evil event from spreading
further, and this was the last place it hit in England .
The plague, which first surfaced around the late
1320s in China, spread rapidly by fleas and rats via
trading ships. Eventually it hit Europe and, during
the mid-1300s, killed some 25 million, one-third of
the population. Later, between December 1664
and the beginning of 1666,
some 100,000 died in London,
about one-fourth the
population.
It was during this time,
the summer of 1665, that a
resident of London--150
miles away--shipped
Alexander Hadfield, an
Eyam tailor, some cloth.
The package of old clothes
and cloth patterns arrived
wet and the tailor’s assistant,
George Viccars, who
lived with the family, was
told to take the cloth outside
and spread it out to
dry--as well as dry it by the
fireplace.
Obviously no one realized
that the damp cloth was already
infected by fleas carrying
the curse of the
plague. In just four days Viccars was dead, the first
victim in Eyam to die of the plague, buried on Sept.
7, 1665. A plaque in front of the home, "Plague
Cottage," lists some of the household members who
died within days of each other. Only one, the tailor's
wife, Mary, survived. She lost 13 relatives.
Another plaque summarizes the horror of the
Hawksworth family, who lived nearby. The husband,
Peter, was the third victim of the plague in
the village; his son Humphrey, 15 months, died just
weeks later. And Peter's wife, Jane, was the sole
survivor of the household, eventually losing 25 relatives.
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During the next horrifying 14 months, the
stunned Eyam townsfolk quickly buried their dead,
trying in vain to keep the devastating disease from
spreading--especially to larger areas like Sheffield
and Manchester.
In fact, during these mournful months of the
plague, funerals were not held; families buried their
own--in the front or back yards or gardens, sometimes
using old doors or chairs as biers. Once the
last family member had died off, it became the horrendous
official job of Marshall Howe, a courageous
villager, to do the burial. He would tie a cord
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around the neck or foot of the corpse--so not to
touch it--and drag it to a nearby garden or field,
where he had dug a grave. For nearly three
months he performed this awful task--never
dreaming that he would end up fatally infecting
and burying both his wife Joan and only son
William within days of each other in August 1666.
Deeply grieving, he blamed himself for bringing
the disease home to them. Miraculously, he survived
this evil epidemic and lived another 32
years.
(For a couple of generations, Eyam parents
would admonish their children to obey--or else
they would send for Marshall Howe! And some today
believe that the popular children's nursery
rhyme, “Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy.
Ashes, ashes! We all fall down!” symbolizes the
plague.)
Once summer arrived, the church’s wise rector,
the Rev. William Mompesson, closed the Eyam
Parish Church to worshippers, fearing that the hot
weather would make things worse (in fact, August
was the worst month with many deaths). Instead
they met in an outdoor enclave, Cucklet Delf,
where they prayed twice weekly and held a Sunday
service. (Today, with the town's population now
around 900, it’s the site of the annual Plague Commemoration
Service, held the last Sunday in August.
And the Eyam Museum--highly ranked on
TripAdvisor, but which was closed the day of my
visit--pays tribute to the plague victims with many
displayed items.)
The pastor and his assistant, the Rev. Thomas
Stanley, had earlier admonished the townsfolk not
to cross a certain boundary surrounding the village,
designated by large stone and mound landmarks.
It was at the “Boundary Stone” and
“Mompesson’s Well” where outsiders (earlier notified
by the pastor) would quickly leave food and
medical supplies, many donated by the Earl of Devonshire
from his nearby massive Chatsworth
House. Then they would flee, lest they themselves
fall ill. Village volunteers would retrieve the valuable
items, leaving coins for payment that were
disinfected with vinegar.
And it was because of this self-enforced isolation
that the plague did not spread to surrounding
areas. The Rev. Mompesson visited
76 parish families during the ordeal, comforting
and praying with them. He and his beautiful
wife Catherine had sadly and reluctantly sent
their two young children, George and Elizabeth,
ages 3 and 4, to live with relatives in Yorkshire,
and they survived. However, Catherine, who
had stayed behind to be at her husband’s side,
died of the plague at age 27 on August 25,
1666, further devastating the townsfolk. She is
buried in the churchyard.
Just outside town are the “Riley Stones”--a
small graveyard where the farming Hancock
family is buried. Mrs. Hancock, who survived
the plague, had the incomprehensible, tortuous
task of burying her husband and six children in
eight days. She had one surviving son, who had
left the area prior to the plague breakout.
By early November that year, the deaths
ceased. As a precaution, clothing and furniture
were burned—and the bare necessities that remained
were fumigated.
As the Rev. Mompesson (who moved from the
village three years later) wrote a friend on November
20, 1666: “Our town has become a Golgotha,
the place of a skull; and had there not
been a small remnant left, we had been as
Sodom, and like to Gomorrah. My ears never
heard such doleful lamentations--my nose
never smelled such horrid smells, and my eyes
never beheld such ghastly spectacles.”
For sure, this charming, peaceful village—
then regarded as the valley of death--was hell
on earth.
IF YOU GO
www.eyamvillage.org.uk/
www.derbyshireuk.net/eyam.html
http://www.eyam-museum.org.uk/
http://www.visitpeakdistrict.com/
www.visitbritain.com
www.visitengland.com
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BY WIBKE CARTER
LIFE AT A SNAIL’S PA
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What conjures up in your mind when you
hear the word, Burgundy? For me personally,
it reminds me of my mother as
burgundy is her favourite colour - she has handbags
and clothes this shade, that is not purple, not
brown, this deep rich wine colour. For many it
would be the world class Burgundy wine, which
the colour is named after, but little did I know before
my trip last summer that Burgundy had so
much food, even by the French standard, to offer -
Dijon mustard, Beef Bourguignon, the Burgundy
truffle, and Mâconnais cheese.
Burgundy prompts me to be a little adventurous,
and I try snails for the first time in my life, in
the restaurant at Château Sainte Sabine. When I
ask Véronique Beigenger from Burgundy Tourism
whether this is a delicacy only served in posh
restaurants, it turns out that snails in Burgundy, is
a bit like mushrooms where I come from. “My
whole family goes snail hunting. It’s strictly controlled
in terms of the timing and the size of the
gastropods, and it’s really messy preparing them.
But there are countless recipes with herbs and
butter, cheese or wine and they’re just delicious”.
Geographically Burgundy is in the heart of
France, and one can really feel the slower pace of
life. The French saying pour vivre heureux, vivons
cachés (to live happily, live hidden), couldn’t express
the local sentiment any better.
“I love having breakfast outdoors, listening to
the birds, the solitude”, says famous English sculptor
Paul Day who created the 30ft high The Meeting
Place in London’s St. Pancras Station. Traveling
around the world for his work to places like China,
Russia or New Zealand, he’s been calling Burgundy
his home for sixteen years and wouldn’t want it
any other way.
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While the region is only 3.5 hours by car from
Paris, it must have felt like he was flung far away
into a different universe to Roger de Rabutin,
Comte de Bussy, the 17th century count who was
banished from court and exiled here. Author of
the Histoire Amoureuse des Gaules, a satiric account
of court love affairs, he was exiled for seventeen
years by King Louis XIV. His aristocratic
residence, Château de Bussy-Rabutin, is famous
for its collection of over 300 portraits including
generals, warriors and court ladies.
There is one that I find fascinating, titled “Levior
aura” meaning lighter than air, and indeed it shows
a woman who seems to be weighing less than
nothing on a balancing scale. Didier Doré, a history
professor showing me around solves the mystery.
“You need to look closely as some of the
paintings have a deeper meaning. The lady in this
particular painting depicts Roger de Rabutin’s
lover Cécile, Marquise de Montglas who left him
when he was sent to exile.”
There are more châteaux in Burgundy than any
other region in France. Nearly 100 castles, medieval
strongholds and manor houses of every architectural
style dot the landscape from Vézelay
to Cluny. It’s impossible to see them all but many
have been converted to small luxury hotels such
as Château d'Igé at which I get spoilt with awardwinning
cuisine (more snails, this time in red wine)
and a good night’s rest in the 13th century castle.
The next morning I drive through vineyards and
medieval villages with their narrow lanes, rosebush-clad
houses and old fountains. Occasionally,
a châteaux, often seemingly privately owned,
comes into view – it doesn’t get more idyllic than
that.
From the 13th to the 15th centuries, the village
of Brancion was an important regional centre for
the Dukes of Burgundy and many buildings date
from that epoch. “Its location on a hilltop meant
that the ruling family became rich by ambushing
pilgrims on the way to Cluny”, explains guide Leslie
Cleaver. Today, there are only about one hundred
residents left though it is a popular destination especially
for families because of the craft fairs. A
hidden gem is the Romanesque church of St. Peter
with its wall paintings from 1325. Service is still
being held occasionally in the dark and somewhat
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damp building but there is an increasing shortage
of priests, mentions Cleaver.
Another, much larger church of the same architectural
style, the Abbey of Saint Philibert, is in
nearby Tournus but I’m much more interested in
the town’s Hôtel-Dieu. Built in 1675 with money
from a benefactor, this hospital, with three long
rooms of the sick, is not afraid to compete with
that of Beaune. The beds are still original so is the
furniture and equipment in the 17th century
apothecary. The hospital remained open as a convalescent
home until 1981 simply because the last
residents enjoyed the communal rooms and refused
to move.
After my morning boost of local history, I drop
into the Domaine de L’Echelette for a wine tasting
with owner Guillaume Champliaud who is looking
after the 120,000 bottle vineyard in the second
generation. There are three things I learn during
the quick stopover. One, Chardonnay is named after
a Burgundy village, two, local wine pairs best
with Comté cheese and three, in France, any fromage
is eaten before dessert.
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Bourgogne wines have a long and rich history
spanning 2,000 years with the best grapes growing
between Dijon and Beaune. They are a legacy
of the Benedictine and Cistercian monks who
planted many vines in the Middle Ages.
The most influential abbey of the region was
that of Cluny. Founded in 910, it reached its height
of power in the 11th and 12th centuries when it
was the “mother house” for over 1,000 monasteries
reaching from Portugal to Scotland.
Today, only a fractional 8% of the once huge
abbey complex remains yet it still feels imposing
and impressive. Numerous monastic buildings are
spread throughout town but with a tablet and 3-D
technology in hand from the platform of the Tour
des Fromages (named because cheese was stored
in the tower during the 19th century) I can visualize
the abbey how it would have looked in the 12th
century.
From up high, I can see far into the Burgundy
landscape and much closer, locals sitting in front
of small bistros, with delicious food and a glass of
local wine in hand. They all look relaxed as if none
of them ever has to return back to work, simply
enjoying life, at the pace of a snail - not a bad thing
at all.
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BY CARL LARSEN
I've got a travel secret to share, and it starts
off with a wee dram of Scotch at London's Euston
Station late in the evening. Oh, and this
story has a famous cat.
I can't call my drink Scotch for long, however,
because in a few hours I will be in Scotland,
where years ago I was admonished by a sassy bartender
when I ordered my drink of choice.
"Sir, you ARE in Scotland," she told me curtly at a
pub on the Isle of Mull. "To you, it's whisky."
Having learned my lesson, I sidled up to the bar
at Euston's first-class passenger lounge on an fall
evening and asked for my preferred Scottish-distilled
liquor by brand name instead.
Tickets in hand, having ended a day of sightseeing
in central London, my wife Sharon and I were
headed to Scotland by train, an easily done
overnight excursion that seemingly few Americans
know about. We'll be aboard the Caledonian
Sleeper, one of the many sleeper trains that The
Wall Street Journal reported are "back in vogue,"
particularly in Europe. Refreshed from the gentle
overnight rocking of the train, we're scheduled to
arrive in the next morning around breakfast time.
My secret is this: When we wake up, we'll be
high up in the Scottish Highlands, running on a single-track
route across the broad and forbidding
Rannoch Moor with a brief stop at its desolate station
-- the highest in the U.K. We're on one of the
most famous of railways -- the West Highland
Line. Going further, we'll arrive in the town of
Fort William, hard by Loch Ness and its camerashy
"monster" and watched over by Ben Nevis, the
highest mountain in the British Isles.
Making this ride even more memorable will be
our accommodations, or rolling stock. We'll be riding
in shiny new carriages that were just months
old and which are part of a global resurgence of
sleeper trains. The Caledonian Sleeper, with roots
Scottish
BY SLEEPER TO THE "NORTHERN
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Surprise
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going back more than 100 years, rolled out in 2019
an astounding $185 million-plus investment in a
fleet of new trains and in services that include passenger
lounges. Our travel will be aboard a train
featuring en-suite bedrooms and a club car serving
drinks and food, including a prebooked breakfast
served before arrival in the morning.
Perhaps no other form of transportation has
captured the sense of intrigue and romance more
than the sleeper train. Much of the mystique has
been bolstered over the years by Hollywood. Who
hasn't been caught up by seeing Cary Grant wooing
Eva Marie Saint aboard the 20th Century Limited
in "North by Northwest," or watching Hercule
Poirot play detective in "Murder on the Orient Express?"
Couple that with "listening to the rattling of
bone china, the clinking of whisky bottles. Now
picture yourself wedged into the middle of a
packed airline cabin, hearing the blare of the engine
and the snoring of your seatmate," as The
Wall Street Journal recently noted.
Today, a new generation of sleeper trains is
"catering to a growing faction of travelers looking
to escape the harried airline experience or simply
to indulge their nostalgia," reported the newspaper.
While waiting to board, our tickets allowed us to
use the first-class lounge at Euston, where we
watched the last commuters calling it a day in London.
Then, watching the departures screen, it was
our turn to board, around 8:30 p.m. for a 9:15 p.m.
departure. We walked to Platform 1 -- without a
security check -- where our train stood waiting.
With more than fifteen carriages and an engine,
the lengthy train looked as if it already stretched
to Scotland. Alas, there was no red carpet.
Checking in at trackside outside our car, we
were given a key card for our cabin, and made our
way to our compartment, complete with a double
bed, in-cabin sink, toilet, a shower and a kit of toiletries.
Refreshments and food were sold in a club
car a few carriages down. For this run, luggage was
stowed in our room, but some routes carry baggage
cars.
If you're a fan of the musical "Cats," you may remember
"Skimbleshanks -- The Cat of the Railway
Train." He led theater-goers over much the same
route we were soon to embark upon. Better
versed, Skimble can tell part of the story:
"And the berth was very neat with a nearly
folded sheet
And not a speck of dust upon the floor....
There was every sort of light
You could make it dark or bright
And a button you could turn to make a breeze.
And a funny little basin you're supposed to wash
your face in...."
Then, without warning, we were off, watching
the platform lights pass by with increasing speed.
Or, as Skimble would have told us, we were "off
at last to the northern part of the Northern Hemisphere!"
That was enough to summon my wife Sharon and
myself to the club car for a celebratory night cap,
with crackers and cheese. We raced by commuter
trains and pulled in a few minutes later to Watford
Junction in north London to pick up a few more
travelers before leaving the city behind. Those
wanting more substantial fare, and who couldn't
wait to be in Scotland, could try the haggis, neeps
and tatties. And the selection of whisky was fine.
Sipping your drink, you might be sitting next to a
Member of Parliament heading home to his or her
"constituency" after a day of law-making. Or listening
to a lively discussion of European politics,
business deals and current London theater. This is
not a train for tourists, which satisfied us a great
deal.
Before turning in for the night, we filled out our
breakfast-menu card, which offered a selection
that included a bacon roll, Eggs Royale or a complete
Highland Breakfast, with eggs and sausage.
And there was Stoats Scottish Porridge, as well as
tea, of course. Breakfast is served in the club car
or is brought to your room.
The Caledonian Sleeper is in fact two separate
trains that leave Euston each night except Saturday
for destinations in Scotland that include Glasgow,
Edinburgh, Aberdeen, Inverness and Fort
William. The Lowlander route train to Edinburgh
and Glasgow leaves at 11:50 p.m.; while the Highlander
train for Aberdeen, Inverness and Fort
William leaves at 9:15. Cars can be boarded well
before departure, and passengers have a few extra
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CORONA VIRUS UPDATE
The corona virus pandemic has suspended some
of the Caledonian Sleeper services from London
to Scotland.
Late in March 2020, trains were suspended
temporarily on the routes to Aberdeen and to
Fort William (described in the accompanying
story). Trains still were in operation between London
and Glasgow, London and Inverness and London
and Edinburgh.
Also, all station lounges used by passengers
were closed, and on-board club car service was
suspended. Instead, passengers could order food
and drink brought to their cabins by room service.
Passengers also can bring food and drink aboard
for consumption in their cabins.
In London, the two Caledonian Sleeper trains
-- Highlander and Lowlander service -- leave every
night except Saturday from Euston Station.
Trains coming south into London arrive around 8
a.m. All trains feature new carriages put into service
in 2019.
Passengers taking the Caledonian Sleeper
have a variety of accommodations available. Cabins
with beds include Classic Rooms, Club Rooms
and Caledonian Doubles. All rooms have wash
basins, and some include toilets and showers and
personal toiletry kits. All rooms have charging
points for electronic equipment. Fares in some
classes of service include a full breakfast; for others,
breakfast is available for purchase. In addition,
there is a car with seats for those travelers
not wanting full bedrooms
• Fares can change, depending on time of
year and time of booking.
• For up-to-date Caledonian Sleeper information:
https://www.sleeper.scot/
• The Alexandra Hotel, Fort William:
https://strathmorehotels-thealexandra.com
• Royal Highland Hotel, Inverness: https://
www.royalhighlandhotel.co.uk/
• Visit Scotland: https://www.visitscotland-
.com/
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minutes upon arrival to freshen up before they
must exit. A chair car serves thrifty travelers not
wanting the extra-cost sleeper accommodation.
Stops along the way are few and far between. I
confess I'm a railway fanatic, so I'd prop my head
up to peek out the window at middle-of-thenight
stops that include the British rail mecca
Crewe. Outside, the platforms were empty, save
for a few staff members servicing the train.
Sleeper trains, in general, lack one benefit --
daylight views of the passing landscape. That's
why we took the Fort William route. It's the
longest, and arrives just before 10 a.m., giving
ample time to see the beauty, and barren nature,
of the Highlands while having breakfast or sipping
a cup of tea.
The new trains have not arrived without
birthing pains, with some passengers complaining
of late arrivals or service malfunctions. Our
trip, however, matched the description of service
and met expectations with the aid of a helpful
staff.
Arriving on time in Fort William, we made our
way down the platform into the small station,
where there's a ticket office, cafe and small
shop. No cab was needed because our hotel was
right next door -- the venerable Alexandra Hotel
on the city's "parade." The town is small enough
to walk through its shopping district and to find
a suitable pub, while taxis wait just outside the
hotel at a grocery store.
A focal point for mountain climbers and other
outdoor adventurers, Fort William makes a good
base for Highlands exploration. You can take a
separate train trip to Mallaig, where there's
ferry service to the Outer Hebrides and to the
Isle of Skye. This route includes a run over the
Glenfinnan Viaduct, better known as the "Harry
Potter Bridge," a massive arched bridge made
famous by the Hogwarts Express. From May to
October, a steam-powered excursion train
called the Jacobite makes day trips over these
tracks from Fort William and back.
After exploring the Fort William area, Sharon
and I took a 65-mile cab ride cross country along
the famous Loch Ness to Inverness to explore
more of the Highlands. We stayed at the suitably
named Royal Highland Hotel, connected to the
train station and in the heart of the city with a
shopping mall around the corner.
After two more days of exploration, it was
time for Part Two of the Sleeping Car Adventure
-- the journey back to London. We had a light
dinner at the hotel, where our luggage had been
stored, and strolled over to the station to board
the southbound Caledonian Sleeper for Euston
Station, arriving just before 8 a.m.
Upon boarding, I felt we had become welltrained
in rail etiquette from our trip north. I
was ready to try another whisky. And, who
knew, maybe there'd be a modern-day Agatha
Christie or Alfred Hitchcock sitting in the club
car as we pulled away into the night.
As Skimbleshanks famously said:
"You might say that by and large it was me
who was in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express
From the driver and the guard to the bagmen
playing cards
I would supervise them all more or less...."
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