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  1. <?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480</id><updated>2024-03-07T08:52:06.776+00:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it there?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115996642371560377</id><published>2006-08-18T06:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:37:08.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search Of The Big Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/74/225068820_0ae74ba649_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/74/225068820_0ae74ba649_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Well, the big trip is nearly at an end, but we wanted to make sure that we ended it in style so we saved the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251867103/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kruger National Park&lt;/a&gt; until the end of our time in South Africa. We decided to visit the main &#39;public&#39; area of the park rather than the far more expensive private reserves, so we were a little bit worried that we might not see as much as we headed off into the park at 6am on the first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;There are of course many different animals in the park but most people are here to see the &#39;Big Five&#39;. There&#39;s not really an official league table but we decided that the animal kingdom here is definitely divided, at least in the eyes of the tourists. At the top of the list you have the Big Five, these are your Chelsea, Arsenal and Manchester United, the Premier League of the park, so named because they were ones considered by the old hunters to be the most challenging. The rest of the animals can be considered to be merely &#39;League One&#39;, and some of them are very clearly &#39;Vauxhall Conference&#39;, with apologies to all the non-football fans out there (which will of course be soccer to some of you!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Anyhow, it is apparently quite tricky to spot all of the Big Five, and to do so in a single visit to the park would be quite an achievement. So armed with our list of the 5 at 6am on our first day we let battle commence. We were through the park gates by 7am (you see it isn&#39;t all lay-ins this travelling lark!) and by 9am we had done 80% of the list, not bad going, at this rate we could pack up early and save ourselves a few quid! Something made us look at the list again and we realised that we had in fact only seen 20% of the list, the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251871257/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Elephant&lt;/a&gt;. Somehow, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251878804/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Giraffe&lt;/a&gt; doesn&#39;t make it into the Premiership (come on, how difficult would it have been to shoot one?!), and neither do the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251879668/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Zebra&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251877501/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Hippo&lt;/a&gt;, clearly BIG doesn&#39;t necessarily mean LARGE in this game....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;So having properly reviewed the list and established that we were in fact looking for Elephant, Rhino, Buffalo, Lion and Leopard we carried on into the park. Any doubts that we would drive for hours and see nothing were very quickly quashed as by about 11am we had clocked up a list of around 10 different animals that we had seen, still only the one in the Big Five though but based on what we had heard from other people, we were pretty convinced that we would at least get 60% of the list ticked off on this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just a few rules that you have to obey in the park. First of all, the speed limit is less than 40mph and you are restricted to only 25mph on the dirt roads, although you often need to be travelling even more slowly than that if you want to see much. Then there&#39;s the rather important &#39;staying alive&#39; rule, so you aren&#39;t allowed to get out of the car, in fact &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;no part of your body or camera may protrude from the vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&quot;. (There are a few picnic areas but these are well fenced off from the wildlife!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;You also need to pay close attention to the park closing times. The main gates to the park close overnight and the &#39;campgrounds&#39; where the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251867953/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;accommodation&lt;/a&gt; is are also locked overnight. So by 6pm you either need to be out of the park or safely inside a campground, now this might seem straightforward but when you&#39;re driving 150 miles in a day at an average of only 15mph then you do need to pay close attention to the time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;By the end of the first day we were getting pretty good at the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251869831/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;animal spotting&lt;/a&gt;, although it really is amazing how SLOWLY you cover the distances when you stop every kilometer or so to watch some zebra or giraffe just grazing at the side of the road. We had also been warned that we would see loads of &quot;Rock Rhino&quot;. It took us a while to figure out what this meant, but we eventually saw plenty of them, along with a whole load of &quot;Log Lions&quot;, &quot;Boulder Buffalo&quot;, and of course &quot;Tree-Raffes&quot;. Yup, once you start looking closely, EVERYTHING looks like it could be an animal hiding in the grass!! Despite all these false alarms though we had still spotted some real &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251872025/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;buffalo&lt;/a&gt; and a solitary &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594251875446/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;rhino&lt;/a&gt;, so we were back up to a genuine 60% of the Big Five by the time we arrived safely at camp. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115996642371560377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115996642371560377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115996642371560377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115996642371560377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-search-of-big-five.html' title='In Search Of The Big Five'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115851108526944851</id><published>2006-08-14T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:41:51.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Durban</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/76/222001906_90d5067382_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/76/222001906_90d5067382_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Our extended journey along the coast meant that we were limited to a single full day in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594247041673/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Durban&lt;/a&gt; so we really can&#39;t say we saw the city properly. On the afternoon we arrived we visited &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594247037360/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;uShaka Marine World&lt;/a&gt;, no prizes for guessing what the attractions are there! My only complaint about uShaka was that the  entrance area seemed to have been designed by the same people as the one at Universal Studios in LA, which basically means that you have to walk through what is really a shopping mall before you eventually find the gate to get into &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594247034627/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;the park&lt;/a&gt; you came to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;There are a couple of walking tours offered by the tourist office in the city and we opted for the &#39;cultural&#39; tour which took us around numerous old local buildings, including a visit to the largest mosque in the southern hemisphere. I wouldn&#39;t say that our guide was nervous, but she was very keen for us all to stick together and every time I got my camera out she would remind me to keep hold of it firmly. I can only assume that Durban is generally not that bad in broad daylight otherwise they wouldn&#39;t take tourists wandering around the streets accompanied by middle-aged women, would they?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;We didn&#39;t really encounter any problems, although we gave a wide berth to the 3 blokes having a heated discussion about the events that had led to the breaking of the bottle that one of them was still holding. Other than that the streets were fairly busy with people buying and selling a wide range of things from fresh fruit to the traditional doctors who offered a variety of unsavoury looking items to cure all ills. Then there were all the people hanging around near the local government office offering to take  photos for passports etc. Our guide assured us that these people were only in the photography business, but I suspect that some of these people would probably also provide you with a full driving licence or passport for a few extra Rand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;My favourite local businesses though were the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/222001499/in/set-72157594247041673/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&#39;phone shops&#39;&lt;/a&gt;. Throughout the country we have seen half size shipping containers branded with the name of a mobile phone company, inside these are public payphones which use the mobile network instead of landlines. On the streets of Durban however things are much simpler (and somewhat unlicensed I think judging by the reaction I got each time I tried to photograph one!). All you need is a mobile phone (well, SOMEONE&#39;s mobile phone anyway), a normal telephone handset, some sort of electronic metering device, a few bits of wire and a car battery. Then all you do is stand at the side of the street and sell your phone service to passing members of the public! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;And finally there are the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594247042965/target=&quot; _blank=&quot;&quot;&gt;local taxis&lt;/a&gt;. As with the rest of the country these are actually small minibuses rather than cars, but Durban&#39;s fleet is somewhat distinctive. The word &#39;Bling&#39; could definitely be used, and after one look at the outside of the vans the loud hip-hop soundtrack emanating from within is no surprise. In fact, if 50 Cent were ever to decide to branch out and start a taxi company then he could easily find vehicles here! &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115851108526944851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115851108526944851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115851108526944851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115851108526944851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/durban.html' title='Durban'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115624902770691822</id><published>2006-08-13T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:33:18.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To The Seaside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/84/214465025_3b5bb6a060_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/84/214465025_3b5bb6a060_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After seeing a bit of the real countryside our next stop was at the opposite extreme with a trip to the seaside town of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594236278813/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Ramsgate&lt;/a&gt; just south of Durban. The towns along this stretch of coast really do seem like English seaside towns, complete with fish &amp;amp; chip shops, teashops and of course the local, er, crocodile farm.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115624902770691822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115624902770691822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624902770691822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624902770691822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/off-to-seaside.html' title='Off To The Seaside'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115624884341936565</id><published>2006-08-11T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:27:13.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transkei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/96/214457522_ba61a321be_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/96/214457522_ba61a321be_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After coming to the end of the more touristy Garden Route we carried on up the coast and into..... nothing. All of the maps we have seem to suggest that, with the exception of the town of East London, there&#39;s virtually nothing at all between Port Elizabeth and the tourist towns south of Durban. Luckily Malan and Erin back in Cape Agulhas had filled us in on the parts that other maps can&#39;t reach. This was the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235738428/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;real bit of Africa&lt;/a&gt; that we had wanted to see and grew to love, tiny little round houses with thatched roofs perched precariously on the hillsides miles away from anywhere. Clearly anyone with a car in these parts is a tourist and everyone waved to us as they were going about their daily business. This generally includes two 20 kilo bags of maize being carried around on ones head (women only) and a sack of oranges and onions in each hand. Training for this amazing skill starts young, we met a group of 9 or 10 year old girls on a weekend morning who were carting firewood around on their heads. So from an early age your neck muscles resemble a racing drivers and your legs need to be pretty strong too as you probably have to carry this lot for about 5 miles along dirt rods, grass tracks .... did we mention the hills? We were not sure that we would manage to keep a book on our heads over the same distance and terrain let alone over half an average womans bodyweight. Consequently we have rather alot of pictures of this as I was just amazed at the grace with which they managed to walk under all the weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also the countryside where Nelson Mandela was born and grew up so we popped into Qunu this village in the middle of nowhere that had some kind of Mandela information centre. As we peered through the window into a room that looked like no one had been in there for several weeks, someone came trotting down the street to let us in. Into what was not really that clear, it was a lot of information boards lent randomly against the wall, reading them meant tipping some forward to reveal the one behind, much like you do when you look at posters in Athena. We didn&#39;t really establish why it was in this higgledy-piggeldy state but we got the information we wanted and had a look around the village. Mr Mandela still lives here although his house is rather noticeable from the main road as it is about 20 times bigger than anything else around. That is if the 6 foot fence doesn&#39;t give it away! In &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235754947/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;this part of the country&lt;/a&gt; there are no fences so we didn&#39;t win any prizes for spotting the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the nearby town of Mthatha the main part of the Nelson Mandela Museum is located so we stopped there and found out more about his life before, during and after incarceration. By far the largest part of the museum is the section now titled &#39;Gifts to the Nation&#39;. These are all the presents that have been given to Mr Mandela over the years since his release and which he has accepted on behalf of the nation and requested to be displayed for all people to see. Some of the gifts are really quite astonishing, what would anyone want with a 2 foot glass boat complete with a couple of hundred oarsmen an oars? No wonder he wanted somewhere to put all these things, I wouldn&#39;t want half of them on my mantlepiece either!!! Jokes aside, it was a really interesting museum and completed our portfolio of Mandela related activities on this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few &#39;towns&#39; around that catered for tourists was Coffee Bay, a tiny little hamlet of 2 backpackers and a handful of houses situated on a little bay with the river running down to the sea. This also turned out to be another of those places where we really wished that we had been able to stay longer. The choice of where to stay was made even easier by the fact that only one of the two places had any beds left for the night, and after checking in we established that our room was on the other side of the river from the main hostel! There was also no &#39;safe&#39; parking on the other side of the water, so unpacking our luggage involved driving back up the road and across the bridge to reach the room, before driving all the way back again to park the car. We were assured that the water level would drop enough for us to be able to cross back by foot at sunset. Of course this didn&#39;t happen, but at least by the next morning we were able to get back to the car without waiting for a lift! This might all sound a bit complicated but if you look at the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235743887/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;photos of Coffee Bay&lt;/a&gt; you&#39;ll understand that these were minor inconveniences, and a small price to pay (and it really was a small price) for such a great location. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115624884341936565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115624884341936565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624884341936565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624884341936565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/transkei.html' title='The Transkei'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115624866433903678</id><published>2006-08-10T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:12:05.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden Route</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/68/214325130_bebe533682_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/68/214325130_bebe533682_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;So we eventually made it to the Garden Route albeit a little behind schedule but still with enough time on our hands to enjoy it.  This is the bit along the east coast that more people have heard of and yes, it&#39;s pretty, but the inland bits and the bits further up the coast are much more breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture our random approach to finding rooms finally failed us and we arrived in Storms River Village which is in the heart of the Garden Route and the main stop off point for many backpackers to find the only two hostels were full.  This was rather surprising really as recent reports of terrible weather along this route had apparently cut off some towns and villages, and even the main highway was closed for a while so we had guessed, wrongly, that people might pass this stop by.  After travelling around some of the worst roads that we have come across in our entire trip with lots of potholes still full of all the storm water and thus hiding quite how deep, large and generally vicious they were we decided that we had to head onwards.  This was not before we had taken a careful turn to avoid one of the more vicious of these craters and found ourselves temporarily beached on a concrete kerb stone.  It must be reiterated at this point that there was no clearly defined road, no road surface to speak of (unless brown is the new black), no pavement and therefore the need for kerb stones was totally superfluous, in fact this was probably the only one in the whole village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we inflicted damage on our hire car for the first time in the whole trip, which considering the amount of miles we have done can&#39;t really be that bad and we thanked our lucky stars that this incident didn&#39;t occur in any of the cars lent to us by friends on this trip!  It was no great loss that we had to head on because it allowed us to catch up some miles that our 3 days of reckless drinking, eating and dancing had squandered!  This part of the Garden Route is &#39;thrill&#39; country and as we have described before, we&#39;ll leave the bungee jumping to other people!  So really, we didn&#39;t miss much out by not stopping in the mud bath that was Storms River Village.  In fact, it put us a little ahead of our new revised schedule and allowed time for a great hike along the Robberg Peninsula which was really spectacular and gave us yet more opportunities to see Southern Right whales and also some time to stop at a monkey park, hence the mix of photo&#39;s in this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235570198/&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;set&lt;/a&gt;.  Rocky outcrops and  peninsulas along the coast mean one thing, yup more &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235730536/&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;lighthouses&lt;/a&gt; so I have had my fix for a while now and Mark can breath easily that I shalln&#39;t be traipsing down any more gravel roads for a while in search of the end of the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further along the route you get into surfing territory and as we had been to the surfing area near Margaret River in Western Australia we thought we should also check out this place, not that we really have any idea of a good wave from a bad one although we saw just a clearly at midday the sheer absence of anything resembling a wave that some keen Aussie had trotted down to the beach at 6am for, hence there are no great surfing shots! This part of the Garden Route has to win the prize for the funniest &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/214442832/in/set-72157594235730536/&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;protection racketeer&lt;/a&gt; of our South African experience to date.  He was all smiles and &quot;good mornings&quot; as we parked our car and tried desperately to get us to have it washed ... hey it was a hire car that we had just crashed do you really think that we want all the mud washed off for the true damage extent to be shown to the world?  Nevertheless, we gave him the usual fee and decided in the big scheme of things that he was onto a pretty good thing. (We probably haven&#39;t already mentioned this but it seems that parking is often &#39;free&#39; in South Africa, but regardless of cost you are expected to tip the &#39;attendant&#39; who looks after your car in your absence. Occasionally these people are fairly official looking but at other times it does seem like you are tipping some random individual who is possibly the only person around who might actually break into your car!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115624866433903678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115624866433903678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624866433903678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624866433903678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/garden-route.html' title='The Garden Route'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115624841881093770</id><published>2006-08-07T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:15:12.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oudtshoorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/92/214312004_90f16b200d_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/92/214312004_90f16b200d_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;This is ostrich farming country. We only had an overnight stop so we didn&#39;t actually do that much, but we did do the key Ostrich activities, namely visiting a farm and, er, barbecuing one (not a whole one of course). The hostel we stayed at also provided free ostrich eggs for you to make scrambled eggs with, not too bad but I think we&#39;ll stick with chickens. None of this is of particularly great importance, but it does give us an excuse to publish the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235550742/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; of me riding an ostrich at the farm!   People have said that they &quot;...didn&#39;t know you could ride and ostrich...&quot; and &quot;...is it safe?..&quot; and my answers remain the same, &quot;...neither did I...&quot; and &quot;...probably not...&quot;.  Nevertheless it was the funniest experience and fortunately I still have all my limbs intact.  Luckily we did the eating bits before the farm visit, not sure it would have been quite the same the other way round as we met breeding pairs Adam and Eve and Bonny and Clyde, the latter having been together for 30 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115624841881093770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115624841881093770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624841881093770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624841881093770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/oudtshoorn.html' title='Oudtshoorn'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115624809701486974</id><published>2006-08-05T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:27:23.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bottom Of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/79/214238615_f9a70fc89f_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/79/214238615_f9a70fc89f_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After the whales in Hermanus our plan was to drive through some more &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235426049/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;countryside&lt;/a&gt; before making a quick stop at Cape Agulhas, the southernmost point in Africa. We assumed that this would be quite a tourist attraction, and another opportunity to stick up a signpost showing distances to far flung places, but it seems like it&#39;s almost a secret that the South Africans are keeping to themselves at the moment. The backpacker &#39;Baz Bus&#39; doesn&#39;t get within about 70km of the place and although there are quite a few guesthouses in the area we hadn&#39;t seen them advertised. Also, the two free backpacker guidebooks to the country don&#39;t (currently) list anywhere to stay in the town. In fact as far as we could tell the only accommodation was at a backpacker place we saw a poster for back in Cape Town. So of course we did the respon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;sible thing and turned up in town without a booking, gambling that the place didn&#39;t turn out to be terrible..... We reasoned that it didn&#39;t matter much as we were only going to stay overnight, grab a few quick tourist photos i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;n the morning, and then head off back up the road. How wrong we were!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;We soon discovered that the only reason the place isn&#39;t in the guidebooks is because it only opened this year, it will however be jumping straight into the &#39;Best Of&#39; awards at the end of our trip. Back in Singapore we were lucky to find a great hostel based solely on someone else&#39;s blog recommendation, so hopefully we can now pass on the favour to others. So, if you&#39;re travelling along this bit of the coast go to Cape Agulhas, and when you go there make sure you stay at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.capeagulhasbackpackers.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Cape Agulhas Backpackers&lt;/a&gt;, our photos are &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235452856/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It didn&#39;t take our hosts Erin and Malan long to talk us into joining them for a Braai that evening. For the uninitiated (which included us) the Braai is the South African barbecue, and if you thought that the Aussies were the BBQ experts...... well, let&#39;s just say that you don&#39;t want to come to South Africa and start making statements like that! Down here it&#39;s got to be a REAL fire, and even charcoal is frowned upon by many, wood is the only way. In fact we met at least two people who seemed quite traumatised (disgusted even) by the knowledge that the Aussies and Brits barbecue on GAS, how could they?!?! We did try to explain that in the UK the timing of a BBQ is critical, and that using gas is often the only way to cook, eat and get back indoors before the rain starts, but it didn&#39;t help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Anyhow, back to our first night in town. Having learned the rules we left the cooking to the experts (thanks Malan), and after one or two (OK, maybe more) drinks we were already agreeing to go along to a wine auction at the local bar/social club/nightclub. This was all great fun and somehow, after another few tasty beverages, we were already making plans to return to the club the following day for the big Saturday night out in town, not only that, but we had the opportunity to join a boat trip the next day. Whooosh.... there goes our plan for a quick overnight stay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;We were feeling a bit tired after our biggest night of drinking for quite some time so we almost didn&#39;t go on the boat trip, but fortunately we talked ourselves into it because it turned out to be one of the highlights of our entire trip. It certainly helped that the boat trip had been organised for one of the local winemakers, so of course he brought along some freshly bottled wine for us to sample. The plan was to go out into the bay and have a couple of drinks, a few snacks, and enjoy the fine weather. However, as it&#39;s whale season you can&#39;t sit around in a small boat for too long before you might attract the attention of one of the local marine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt; residents. So whilst we enjoyed the fine local produce we were visited by a Southern Right whale of quite some size, I have no idea exactly how big it was but the important thing is that it was significantly larger than the boat in which we were all sitting. The sperm whale we saw in New Zealand was probably bigger but it was further away and we were on a much bigger boat, so this time we really did feel small! I&#39;d carefully fitted the bigger zoom lens to the camera to try and get some decent photos but as it happened the whale was too close for that, which explains a couple of the unusually close shots, have a look &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235460555/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/76/214226089_77485f47bd_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/76/214226089_77485f47bd_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After all the whale excitement it was back to land for more local wine and yet another Braai, but we decided at this point that we&#39;d better slip out for a couple of hours and actually do some sightseeing, so we headed off down to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235435792/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;lighthouse and the southernmost point&lt;/a&gt; marker. I&#39;ve been discovering during this trip that Nikky is quite a lighthouse fan, which often involves heading off down gravel tracks for several kilometres in search of a vague point on the map. This lighthouse turned out to be very easy to find, but it also had a lighthouse MUSEUM!, so if you too are a lighthouse fan then this is the place to come. We discovered that there isn&#39;t (yet) a signpost at the southernmost point, but there are a pair of little signs which point out the Indian and Atlantic oceans. As we discovered at the Cape of Good Hope there seems to be no real agreement over where the two oceans meet, but Cape Agulhas definitely claims to be that point and they even have some thermal satellite images at the lighthouse to back up their argument!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Having done the tourist bit for the day we headed back to what was now starting to feel like &#39;home&#39; to enjoy more local hospitality. We somehow found the stamina to continue into the Saturday night out, which was once again a good decision as we got to see a proper Afrikaans &#39;disco&#39; which was quite an experience to say the least. This being a small town the local bar is actually something of a &#39;multi-function&#39; venue, so if you can imagine a combination of wedding reception and school disco, where the music is a mixture of pop, European techno/dance and what can only be described as line-dancing tunes then you&#39;ve just about visualised the place! This might all sound a bit off putting but we really did have a good time, and that was before we got to study the local dance moves. Having a partner is essential, and you need to pull off what I guess could be described as &#39;modern ballroom&#39;, but at a tremendous pace (regardless of which of the aforementioned musical genres is playing), it&#39;s quite amazing to watch and I failed pretty badly when I attempted it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;This may help to explain why Sunday didn&#39;t really start until lunchtime, but we did still fit in a visit to the longest white sand beach in the southern hemisphere and more whale watching at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235537126/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;De Hoop&lt;/a&gt; (see previous note). Finally on the Monday morning after a tour round a few more &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235442382/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;local attractions&lt;/a&gt; we decided we&#39;d better get back on the road and continue our journey, we&#39;ve given ourselves about 12 days to get to Durban and so far it&#39;s taken us 5 days to do about an eighth of the distance!!!  &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115624809701486974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115624809701486974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624809701486974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115624809701486974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/bottom-of-world.html' title='The Bottom Of The World'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115550549768895797</id><published>2006-08-03T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:07:20.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are These Whales Then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/60/214299785_e8b296fa7c_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/60/214299785_e8b296fa7c_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;South Africa is of course famous for numerous land mammals, but it is also one of the best places in the world (so they say) for watching another group of mammals &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; the land. Several species can be sighted from the coast but it is the Southern Right Whale which is most commonly seen, and for once we have arrived bang in the middle of whale season. The self appointed capital of the whale watching coastline is the town of Hermanus, which has a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235422182/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&#39;Whale Crier&#39;&lt;/a&gt; who walks around telling the tourists where the recent sightings have been. It was a nice little town, we stayed in a great guesthouse, and were directed to an excellent fish &amp; chip shop, BUT over the course of a week and about 5 or 6 different towns it was the only place where we DIDN&#39;T see any whales!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;But other than that we seemed to see whales everywhere. On the first evening that we arrived on the coast we stopped in a layby to get a bag from the back of the car and realised that there were several whales out in the bay. After that (and the complete lack of them in Hermanus) we just seemed to find them everywhere, find a small village or deserted layby pull up the car and there they were, sometimes only a few metres from the shore. Our best whale encounter was even closer than this, but that you&#39;ll have to wait until the next installment for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;A few days after Hermanus we drove to a national park called De Hoop (which is pronounced more like De Whip), this was really in the middle of nowhere and was completely inaccessible without a car. We thought we&#39;d seen the last of 50km drives down dirt roads back in Australia, but no, South Africa has plenty and to make it more fun it seems impossible to tell from the maps which roads are unsealed! It was well worth it though, as we stood on the sand dunes there were only about half a dozen other people around but there were at least 30 or 40 whales within 1/4 mile of the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;You&#39;ll be pleased to know that we actually got some reasonable &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235537126/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;whale pictures&lt;/a&gt; over the course of a few days. We&#39;ve even got a few of the whales breaching. Not fully airborne unfortunately, but these whales grow to a length of 15 metres and a weight of 45 tons, so even halfway out of the water is an impressive feat!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115550549768895797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115550549768895797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115550549768895797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115550549768895797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-are-these-whales-then.html' title='Where Are These Whales Then?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115550524638350618</id><published>2006-08-02T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:54:52.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No, REALLY? A Wine Region? Again?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/76/214198698_66eb36d18f_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/76/214198698_66eb36d18f_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Before we commence on this part of the story it must be said that despite the evidence to the contrary, this trip was NOT planned according to how many wine producing regions we could go to. But as we were on the doorstep of yet another great wine producing area it would be rude not to pay our respects! So we ended up in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235397442/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Stellenbosch and Franschhoek&lt;/a&gt; for a couple of days and came away with some great recommendations and yet more independent wine merchants that we must seek out when we get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Over the course of our travels our tastes have moved from &quot;...yup, I like that...&quot; to &quot;...nice, but not as good as in Oz...&quot; You&#39;ll be pleased to know that we haven&#39;t got as far as saying &quot;...oooh, a bit earthy...&quot; but I tell you, we could &#39;fake it&#39; with the best of them after all the dribble we have heard spouted over the last few months. One experience that was really nice was in Franschhoek where we were recommended by one estate to visit a couple of others. In one, the restaurant was open and they seemed to think that the other half of the business was open too but no-one seemed to have told them that the tasting room had knocked off early! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The second one was a real gem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After we had negotiated the tree felling operation and taken the long route through the front garden of the house we arrived unscathed at the tasting room. In fact it looked like it had just been well and truely locked up for the winter and had a layer of dust to boot but that was part of the charm as the lady tried to remember where the light switches were and dusted off the tasting glasses .... particularly large ones too, always a good start! And then onto the wines, they only made 4 and none of them were technically &#39;white&#39; so Nikky was off to a bad start. During the tasting, the wine maker who we had seen busying himself in the corner of the cellar as we arrived popped in and it was a great experience to meet the man that created the masterpieces. He was supremely proud of the mere 1500 cases (of 6 that is) that they produce each year and pooh pooh&#39;s the recipe factories of Jacobs Creek and the like who are proud of the fact that they can get a bottle from vat to dock in 3 hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;If anything, the last year has made us appreciate in more detail than basic supply and demand, why some bottles command such a high price and some are &#39;cheap as chips&#39;. Naturally, we procured a couple of bottles from this fine establishment to accompany the couple we had already purchased. Now we have reds and whites to accompany a steak, a curry, a chinese and a BBQ so we just need to find somewhere to prepare the accompanying food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Of all the wine producing regions of the world that we have been to this has to rank among the prettiest in terms of the &#39;chocolate box&#39; appeal. Both Stellenbosch and Franschhoek were like stepping back in time with limewashed houses and thatched roofs. Although unlike home, they all look like they have been recently re-thatched rather than in desperate need of re-thatching. Stellenbosch and Franschhoek were the only wine producing towns that we went to in the area, although there are several more, but there is scenery to see and we must press on ........&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115550524638350618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115550524638350618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115550524638350618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115550524638350618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no-really-wine-region-again.html' title='Oh No, REALLY? A Wine Region? Again?!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115421101463231524</id><published>2006-07-30T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:19:34.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Langa Township</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/59/214185317_8bbc406710_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/59/214185317_8bbc406710_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;We were a bit apprehensive about doing this tour, not because of any safety concerns but because we didn&#39;t want to just drive through on a bus and peer at it all through glass. There are probably better ways to spend more time with the people who actually live there but we didn&#39;t do too badly, and our guide did actually live in one of the local townships and obviously knew a lot of the locals.&lt;br /&gt;First stop was the home of the local traditional doctor. He wasn&#39;t around but we were allowed to look around the &#39;surgery&#39;, which actually looked a lot like a two car garage except that instead of car parts lying around there were items such as dried lizard skins hanging up. Most of the other bits and pieces weren&#39;t easily identifiable and it was probably best left that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Visiting one of the local &#39;pubs&#39; was quite an experience. It was basically a large garden shed, inside which two local ladies were creating the local brew in something the size of an oil drum. There isn&#39;t really a price for drinks in these places, just a daily rate. So apparently you pay 5 Rand a day (less than 40p) and sit there and drink as much as you like (Yes Phil and Andrea, you read that right!). The price goes up at the weekend, to about 50p, but to be honest neither of us could say that we were great fans of the &#39;beer&#39;. It was drunk from a can which looked like it may once have been produced by Dulux. In fact it looked a bit like what you&#39;d get if you whisked up the dregs of a tin of &#39;Brilliant White&#39; with lukewarm water, and had a taste which suggested that you&#39;d made up that very concoction and chucked in a bit of Fijian Kava for good measure. Having said all of that it may still taste better than a certain inexplicably popular brew from the west side of the atlantic..... True!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;As a result of our previous days of rest we&#39;d ended up doing this tour on a Sunday. This meant that we were not able to visit the local museum which tells the history of the townships, however the alternative activity on Sundays is a visit to the local baptist church. As you might imagine this is a fairly lively event, and although the tourists were all seated at the back we were by no means left out. You may notice that there are very few photos of the service, this wasn&#39;t because we weren&#39;t allowed to take pictures (we were), but because most of the shots came out as a blur of motion! We did take a couple of short videos so we&#39;ll try to add in a link to those later. The minister started off by asking all those who were visiting the church for the first time to stand up, this included a few locals but it was mainly those of us at the back. Having asked each of us where we were from (the service was mainly in Xhosa but some parts were in English) he proceeded to welcome us all and invite us to join in. In place of songs sheets or hymn books they use an overhead projector, so it was quite easy to follow along, although to be honest our Xhosa pronunciation was not really up to scratch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;The proceedings followed much the same pattern as any other church service although one particular section brought home the fact that we were in a very different environment. Unemployment is high in Cape Town but we were told that it is over 40% in the townships. So when the minister asked for those who had found jobs or gained promotions during the past week to stand, they were very few in number but received rapturous applause and congratulations from everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;The rest of the photos are &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235380121/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115421101463231524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115421101463231524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421101463231524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421101463231524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/langa-township.html' title='Langa Township'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115421096104448079</id><published>2006-07-28T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:04:35.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Robben Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/66/214166078_670de88139_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/66/214166078_670de88139_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Having already visited Alcatraz we weren&#39;t really sure what to expect here, although the first thing we discovered was that the tickets sell out just as quickly as those for &#39;The Rock&#39;. One reason for this is that there are far fewer visitors on the island at any one time so it didn&#39;t feel so much like a theme park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;There was also not quite so much to see here, it&#39;s more the significance of the place than the actual &#39;sights&#39;. The first part of the tour involved driving around the island in an old prison bus, this did involve a visit to the quarry site where the prisoners used to have to work but also included a few stops to check out the wildlife on the island (Springbok, Ostrich and others). There was also a large colony of penguins waiting to see us off as we left the island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final part of the tour did make up for the relative lack of things to see on the island and we were shown around one of the remaining blocks, which is largely empty except for the cell formerly occupied by Nelson Mandela. At Alcatraz the audio tour is great and includes sections of narration by former prisoners, here at Robben Island however they&#39;ve gone one better, and so you&#39;re shown around by people who actually spent time here as political prisoners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to hear the story first hand, but given that South Africa is now focused on reconciliation and moving forward it&#39;s hard to tell how much of a &#39;sanitised&#39; version of events we were given. There is however plenty of information back at the museum on the waterfront, with lots of detail about both the events during the time of apartheid and the results of the Truth &amp;amp; Reconciliation Commission&#39;s investigations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235355270/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115421096104448079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115421096104448079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421096104448079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421096104448079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/robben-island.html' title='Robben Island'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115421091968228690</id><published>2006-07-25T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:20:35.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/81/214160115_ef7d5bddda_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/81/214160115_ef7d5bddda_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s fair to say that we weren&#39;t looking forward to arriving in Johannesburg at 7am after a ten hour flight. I&#39;d read numerous tales of horrendous immigration queues followed by an airport full of people waiting to rip you off in one way or another. It turned out to be OK, the passport control queue wasn&#39;t as bad as the one in Macau, and we managed to make our way through the terminal without any problems. In fact the only &#39;problem&#39; we encountered was the fact that it&#39;s winter here, and it&#39;s bl**dy cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235327963/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;internal flight&lt;/a&gt; we eventually arrived in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594235342266/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Cape Town&lt;/a&gt;. Most of the hostels do free pick-ups if you stay a few days, so we had a driver to introduce us to the city straight away. Even though the world cup is over we still seem to get into football conversations wherever we go, this time though we&#39;re talking about South Africa 2010, and Cape Town is already well into building work and road construction in preparation for the big event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely think we&#39;re starting to get lazy (or tired) because we&#39;re not quite so keen on cramming ridiculous numbers of activities into a few short days, so although we really enjoyed Cape Town we definitely didn&#39;t see all of it. It also didn&#39;t help that the arrival of cold weather (or the after effects of the Singapore air-conditioning) left us both with colds during our first few days here. Our only other excuse is slipping into the laid back lifestyle, it&#39;s not exactly &#39;Fiji Time&#39; but there&#39;s definitely a temptation to get up late and not do too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostel we chose was only a few minutes walk from the V&amp;amp;A Waterfront, which doesn&#39;t exactly look like the typical image of Africa but is a great place to waste a few hours when you should be hard at work doing proper sightseeing!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115421091968228690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115421091968228690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421091968228690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421091968228690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/cape-town.html' title='Cape Town'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115421084519072282</id><published>2006-07-19T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:47:26.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore: So Much Food... So Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/63/204187840_092b661630_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/63/204187840_092b661630_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;In the last few days before arriving in Singapore we have met a number of people from this island. Naturally we asked them from a locals point of view what we should not miss. All have said that there is basically nothing to do except shopping and eating. Wrong, Wrong, WRONG! Whilst this is definitely the place to come if you want some retail therapy and also suits the eating machines amongst us, it has so much more than that. Having said that, the only reason why Singapore doesn&#39;t appear at the top of the medals tables at major sporting events is because Shopping and Eating are not (yet) Olympic sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably didn&#39;t help that we arrived in the middle of the &#39;Singapore Sale&#39;, which basically seems to be a huge event coordinated by all the retailers, to encourage both the locals and the tourists to spend more money. Orchard Road is the local equivalent of Oxford Street and it probably would have taken us a couple of days just to make our way up and down each side of the street and visit all the shops. In addition to this there just seem to be shopping malls all over the place, and if you ever tire of the shopping then every single one of the malls has at least one area dedicated to the other competition sport that takes place here. Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to arriving here Kuala Lumpur was holding the prize for the best place to eat on this trip, but after a few hours in Singapore things were looking uncertain. Eating in Kuala Lumpur is definitely cheaper, and the choice is almost as varied, but somehow it just seems impossible to avoid food in Singapore. The locals certainly seem to dedicate an awful lot of time to eating, and even in the relatively quiet suburb where we stayed there was a 24 hour food court on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, in amongst all this &#39;sport&#39; we actually managed to get around and see some other bits of the city. First of all we joined the steady procession of tourists heading to the Long Bar at Raffles for their Singapore Sling. If you&#39;re lucky (and you aren&#39;t wearing shorts) then you can sneak inside the main hotel building and have a look at the lobby. We didn&#39;t get very far though, as even with the proper attire we only managed to get a few feet inside before meeting &#39;Residents Only&#39; signs. For the sake of the proper fee paying guests the Long Bar is conveniently at the other end of the hotel buildings, in fact it&#39;s actually about as far from the main hotel as it&#39;s possible to be without being on the other side of the street! It&#39;s all very &#39;traditional&#39; and there are peanuts and local birdlife but, more on the bar and &#39;The Sling&#39; in the next post.... I will say however that it glides majestically to the top of the &quot;Most Expensive Round Of Drinks All Year&quot; league (although the previous chart topper, The Peninsula in Hong Kong, may still win since we only went in there for Mark to see the gent&#39;s toilets!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (Nikky) was pleasantly surprised that there weren&#39;t tower blocks and sky scrapers crammed onto every piece of vacant land. It was just fantastic, a perfect balance of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594220551966/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;old&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594220545485/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;new&lt;/a&gt;, open spaces, greenery and a great waterfront full of bars and eateries. You would clearly need several months to try them all out and a heafty budget to boot. One of the most noteworthy problems in Singapore is the humidity but we had arranged for it to rain for the 5 days before we arrived so we could have our 4 days in comfort! If you don&#39;t believe us then you can just say that we were rather jammy! (Apart from the photos above there are also &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594220625198/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;night pictures here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this city with nothing to do apart from eat and shop, we found ourselves pretty busy. We spent the whole &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594220570259/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;day at the zoo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/64/204204179_04bfdee9fb_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/64/204204179_04bfdee9fb_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yup, a full 8 hours of wandering around saying &quot;hello mate&quot; to anything that would look at us ...... like a fully grown male lion is really going to be our mate! We tried it with the giraffes but they had other ideas. At one end of their pen is a raised platform so you can see what the world looks like from their perspective. The giraffes seemed to take pleasure is sauntering to the raised area so that everyone would race up the steps to get a better look and just at the moment you reach the top they decided to turn round and walk the other way. So you walk back down the steps and start walking towards them and looking up at them and just when you get near to them ... you guessed it , they head off to the raised platform! We swear at this point we could hear them laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the shopping centres here has what is allegedly the largest fountain in the world, and having trekked through about 2 miles of shopping mall we eventually found it. We were expecting it to be shooting water hundreds of feet into the air but that doesn&#39;t seem to be it&#39;s thing. In fact the water only reached two or three feet when we were there, but the reason people visit is because it&#39;s supposed to bring luck. Apparently walking around it three times will bring financial fortune, hence it is named the Fountain of Wealth. We joined the queue to walk around, but at the time of writing we are still waiting for the floods of money to arrive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our accommodation here was a great place which we only found out about by reading someone else&#39;s blog (friends of people we met in New Zealand, thanks for the info Adam and Michelle!). It was more like staying at a friends house than staying in a hostel, so if anyone is heading for Singapore we can highly recommend &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oneflorenceclose.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;One Florence Close&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after four days in Singapore we would have to disagree with those locals who claim there&#39;s nothing to do here. In fact we got so settled in that we still missed out on several places that we could have visited (did we mention that the food was great?!). But once again it was time to move on so we headed off to the airport. Oh yes the airport, part-shopping mall part-amusement park, don&#39;t worry about getting stuck in Singapore airport for a few hours there is plenty to do! We don&#39;t have too much time to spare though, we&#39;re heading back to the southern hemisphere again, time to go to Africa.....&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115421084519072282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115421084519072282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421084519072282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421084519072282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-so-much-food-so-little-time.html' title='Singapore: So Much Food... So Little Time'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115421068964588182</id><published>2006-07-16T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:46:04.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For A Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/74/200411084_7433eb0218_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/74/200411084_7433eb0218_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After the &#39;excitement&#39; of Kota Bharu we headed south to Kuala Terengganu, which turned out to be so fascinating that I later realised that we have no photos of the town whatsoever! There were a few day trips to the surrounding area, so we took a trip to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208964405/&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kenyir lake and dam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for being here was as a stopover on the way to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208968677/&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Redang Island&lt;/a&gt; where w&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;e had planned to get in our last bit of snorkelling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;There are any number of islands off the coast of Malaysia where you can go for a little &#39;Robinson Crusoe&#39; experience, or as close as the 21st century comes to recreating total isolation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;so the jetty where we caught the ferry was packed with coach loads of tourists on the way to various islands (this, by the way, is not the jetty in the photo!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;. The boat to Redang only comes and goes once a day, there are no phones (for public use, although naturally there is a mobile signal for those who just can&#39;t be out of contact!) and no internet (OK, now that&#39;s taking it a bit far!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time snorkeling around the island, and the place we had chosen to stay was pretty good. It was kind of an &#39;all inclusive&#39; resort but at a budget price. So there was as much tea, coffee, juice and water as you could drink, and free toast all day long! There was quite a wide range of fish to see around the island, but a lot of the coral seems to have seen better days. There is a &#39;Marine Park&#39; area, but this doesn&#39;t appear to be particularly conservation oriented as they allow hundreds of tourists at a time into a fairly small area and also allow them to feed the fish with lots of bread! We saw a couple of very small Reef Sharks here (don&#39;t get too excited Andrea, they were only about 18 inches long!) as well as some larger fish. There were also a few jellyfish around. We had no idea whether they were particularly dangerous but we opted to avoid them just in case. The resort also had a digital camera with a proper underwater case that you could rent for the day, so we finally managed to get some half decent snorkelling photos. You can judge for yourself &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594215108458/&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning our trip away from the island proved to be a little difficult. Our plan was to get a bus directly to Singapore after being ferried back to the mainland, but there seemed to be a little problem. After the return ferry there was a 45 minute minibus ride back to Kuala Terengganu, which would get us to the bus station about 15 minutes after the daytime buses left for Singapore. This would mean that we had to hang around town for about 11 hours, before catching the night bus to Singapore which would take about another 10 hours. Strangely this didn&#39;t appeal to either of us. There were buses direct to Singapore from the jetty, but they were aimed at Singaporeans who had booked return journeys &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Singapore to the island, and we were told that they were full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort staff were actually really helpful with everything, except for our attempts to get back to town in time for the morning buses. We tried numerous attempts at arranging an earlier ferry, even offering to pay extra if they found us someone (anyone) with a vaguely seaworthy boat. So we had no choice but to buy tickets for the overnight bus and look forwards to 11 hours waiting around in a town that had so far turned up nothing worthy of even being photographed. Our last hope was that we could jump off the return ferry and run around all the buses looking for spare seats to Singapore, and as it happened that was exactly what we did. The minibus driver, having been tipped off to our plight, had already spoken to all the bus drivers and found that there were indeed a few spare seats, so after a brief pause to hand over the cash we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we can say is that the bus journey down the east coast of Malaysia is unlikely to qualify for any &#39;Great Bus Journeys of the World&#39; competition. Highlight of the afternoon was the lunch stop, which turned out to be at a service station of sorts where there was a Chinese restaurant. Except that this was quite literally a Chinese restaurant, not a word of English on the menu, with no photos, and not a single piece of plastic food in sight! At this point we were exceedingly pleased to have been chatting with the Chinese speaking Singaporean couple in the seats next to us, as it prevented is from either purchasing completely blindly or dining at the fish cracker emporium next door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115421068964588182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115421068964588182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421068964588182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421068964588182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-for-swim.html' title='Time For A Swim'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115421064147742088</id><published>2006-07-13T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:30:25.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kota Bharu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/57/200422287_d2b2c2ec78_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/57/200422287_d2b2c2ec78_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Our next stop in Kota Bharu was right across on the east coast of the country, and turned out to be one of the most difficult journeys we&#39;ve had to make for quite a while. The problem was not so much the distance, but that it seemed as if we were the only people who had evered considered travelling from the Cameron Highlands to Kota Bharu. The alternatives seemed to be either a combination of night buses, which took about 12 hours to go all the way back to the west coast before making their way around the north side of the mountains, or a small minibus which went roughly in the right direction and might be persuaded to drop us off after a little negotiation with the driver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The hostel staff turned out to be incredibly helpful and managed to persuade one of the minibus drivers to drop us off at an intermediate point where we could get a connecting bus. This meant only a 7 or 8 hour daytime bus journey. Along the way we discovered that the reason for the lack of direct bus transport was that the (very good) eastbound road through the mountains has not been open all that long and nobody seems to have thought to run scheduled buses along it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;It did mean that we got to stop at a little town in the middle of nowhere and have a look around while we waited for the next bus. We&#39;d met a few other people on the minibus but they were carrying on further to catch a train to the Taman Negara national park. The minibus driver helpfully arranged for us to leave our bags in the &#39;bus station&#39; (a.k.a. concrete shed with barred windows). So we did this, and set off to walk to the village centre for lunch, just in time to see the two ladies from the bus station office drive off in a car without seeming to have done much to secure the aforementioned shed which now contained our luggage. We&#39;re obviously getting a bit more relaxed about the whole idea of losing our wordly possessions because we just shrugged it off and carried on walking (NOTE: There is also the fact that despite our luggage being lighter than it once was we have met very few people in Asia who have sufficient build to even &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;carry&lt;/span&gt; our backpacks, let alone run off with them, even if they wanted to!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to explore. We were in the middle of nowhere in a small town so we looked forward to being the only tourists about and having the place to ourselves for a couple of hours. We&#39;re also now in a more Muslim part of the country, so a lunchtime beer was pretty much out of the question, but the food choice was looking good and very authentic...... right down to the Halal KFC on the high street! And wait a minute...... some suspiciously familiar looking white people with backpacks strolling in the other direction.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the train station that the others were being taken to was at the other end of the high street from the bus station. So now we were no longer the sole explorers in a foreign land, but we did have lunch companions. You&#39;ll be pleased to know that on this occasion we didn&#39;t cross the palm of Colonel Sanders with silver, but instead dined at the local &#39;Roti Shack&#39; which was far more satisfying, with it&#39;s lack of menu, aircon or even walls, but very friendly owners, good food, and almost zero cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup was now over, but the international language of football was still the icebreaker, although in a rather bizarre manner in this case. Right back as far as Tokyo we&#39;ve grown used to variations on the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Local:&lt;/span&gt; Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Us:&lt;/span&gt; England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Local:&lt;/span&gt; Aaahh!!! Steven Gerard/Frank Lampard/David Beckham/Wayne Rooney!! (*)&lt;br /&gt;(*delete as appropriate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time it was different. One of our &#39;van mates&#39; took up the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Roti Shack Owner:&lt;/span&gt; Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Van Mate:&lt;/span&gt; England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Roti Shack Owner:&lt;/span&gt; Aaahh!!! Trevor Francis, Kevin Keegan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We&#39;re still not sure whether he was simply a fan of bad 70&#39;s haircuts, or whether he was actually dispensing advice on the best way to rebuild our national team. Either way it kept everyone amused and may have contributed to the ridiculously small bill that we were eventually presented with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that the actual bus journey to Kota Bharu was quie an anti-climax. The bus driver seemed reluctant to open the big luggage storage doors on the side of the bus, so our backpacks got to ride in the front row of seats whilst we sat down the back. The bus had an entertainment system of sorts, although the radio reception was so bad that it was quite a relief when the driver finally turned it off (or it broke). This also gave us more opportunity to listen to the increasingly loud grinding and juddering noises coming from various mechanical parts of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the keen F1 fans amongst you may remember how (in the days before engines had to last more than one race) Murray Walker used to tell us all that the perfect racing car would be one that functioned perfectly for the entire race, and then fell apart as soon as it crossed the finish line. Well, if that&#39;s true then this bus was clearly designed by the finest engineers on earth, because the further we went the louder the noises got, and the more useless the brakes seemed to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to our excitement the bus never actually fell apart, although we did make one more unscheduled stop (at least for us). We&#39;ve got used to toilet and meal stops on these longer bus journeys, but this time not everyone got off (although the driver disappeared). After a few minutes we realised that it was mid afternoon, and that we had actually stopped outside a mosque, which was where half of the passengers had gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Kota Bharu, that was what this was supposed to be all about. We eventually arrived in the late afternoon, and for once had no idea where we were going to sleep. We phoned the place at the top of the list in Lonely Planet, the one described as something like &quot;the favourite backpacker destination in town&quot;. Well if this was the favourite then I really wouldn&#39;t want to check out any of the other places here! To be fair, the owners were incredibly friendly and it was absolutely the cheapest place we&#39;ve stayed in. Less than six pounds a night for a clean double room with working air conditioning and a bathroom shared with one other (empty) room can only be described as a bargain, but after our long day on the road the lack of hot water wasn&#39;t really what we had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we checked out the food stalls at the local night market, with their numerous specialities which included a dish served with blue coloured rice (yes really). Then in the morning we just had time to have a look at the bird singing competition on the way back to the bus station. This appears to be a weekly event and involves the local men bringing their caged birds down to the park where they are all hung up in long lines and the singing is actually marked by other men with clipboards. No idea whether there are any prizes, but I was more interested in what the birds thought of it all, is it like going down to the pub to meet their mates once a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was it, after all that we only stayed in town a few hours, here are the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208956801/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;. It wasn&#39;t a bad place, but I think we may have discovered the reason why there weren&#39;t dozens of regular buses waiting to bring us here in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115421064147742088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115421064147742088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421064147742088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115421064147742088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/kota-bharu.html' title='Kota Bharu'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115427917072727918</id><published>2006-07-12T08:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:43:07.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Around The Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/69/201923317_ce30c0ad43_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/69/201923317_ce30c0ad43_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;There are numerous hiking trails around here which range from a couple of hours to a couple of days (or longer if you get lost). The thought of a couple of days in mosquito infested forests didn&#39;t really appeal to us much (we must be getting lazy!) so we decided on one of the day tours around the highlands. Given our growing dislike of organised tours we didn&#39;t set off with high expectations but it was actually pretty good and not as rushed as others. We even got to wander off into the forest for a bit, albeit only for about 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at one of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208952092/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;tea plantations&lt;/a&gt; with a short tour around the processing area followed by a stop for tea and cake (of course). Remember the queue jumping German from the Petronas Towers? Well, of all the tea plantations, in all the world...... he had to walk into ours! Somehow I got the impression that he didn&#39;t like us much. What a shame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the plantation was quite interesting, particularly the details about the harvesting. Some of it is still picked by hand, but even the &#39;machine harvested&#39; stuff is done with a lightweight machine that is carried by two people. The pickers are paid by weight, so apparently they love rainy days, because they earn more when they turn in baskets of wet leaves. Fancy a job in the outdoors? If you&#39;re a good picker you can apparently haul in about 200kg a day. Assuming that the figures we were given are correct, if you manage this you&#39;ll earn the princely sum of about £5.50 a day. If anyone wants the address for applications let me know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tea we set off to the highest point of the highlands, which is allegedly 6,666ft. As you can see from the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594217348968/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; of the day it was pretty cloudy so the view was hardly spectacular. On the way back down the hill we had a short walk in the forest where we got to see a few of the curious looking local plant species. Our guide seemed very concerned about local conservation and there were a couple of times when he showed us plants at the side of the road which he was keen to keep hidden from following traffic. Apparently some of these plants fetch high prices at market and are therefore rather vulnerable to &#39;poachers&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local butterfly farm was a bit of a disappointment, and in true South East Asian style was an unexpected extra payment we had to make. It did however provide Nikky with an opportunity to get up close to a Rhinoceros beetle, not that she ever realised that she wanted to do this before the man thrust it at her on a stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was off to visit another &#39;hill tribe&#39;. Again, it wasn&#39;t entirely clear how these people have come to be living where they do, but they do draw in the tourists because they are known for hunting with blow pipes and very poisonous darts. Of course the reason for the visit is because you get to have a go with the pipes. I&#39;m not sure whether the poison tipped darts are really as deadly as we were told, but to be honest you wouldn&#39;t want to be hit even by an untipped dart as even with our amateur skills we managed to get them quite firmly stuck into the target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one rather worrying side to the visits to these villages, which is that you are encouraged by the guide to take along small gifts for the children which you hand out after the main event. Now in theory this is a great idea, but unfortunately the &#39;gifts&#39; take the form of either sweets or biscuits purchased from a nearby convenience store, so sadly the dental health of all the children seems to be suffering somewhat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The final stop of the afternoon was to check out one of the other major local crops. Strawberries. There are quite a few farms where they produce strawberry jam, ice cream, cookies and milk shakes. You can even go and pick your own, although the phrase &quot;Pick Your Own&quot; isn&#39;t used here, they prefer &quot;Self Plucking&quot;, which for some reason I found far more amusing.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115427917072727918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115427917072727918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115427917072727918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115427917072727918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/around-cameron-highlands.html' title='Around The Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115411223042646165</id><published>2006-07-07T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:36:52.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/65/196278415_09071e4646_m_d.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/65/196278415_09071e4646_m_d.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;This was one of the few places on our itinerary that we had actually been to before and it was lovely to have a bit of familiarity around us for a change.  On our last visit we had a fairly hectic F1 motor racing schedule to adhere to so all we could manage on the sighseeing stuff was a half day charging around in a bus.  This time we were able to see some of these things at a much more leisurely pace and see some new things that we don&#39;t already have pictures of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pretty tried and tested walking route around central &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208818003/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/a&gt;, we know this because we met at least half a dozen other people clutching their Lonely Planets&#39; and vaguely wandering in the same direction as us.  It took us past lots of old colonial buildings which are wonderful and some beautiful mosques.  It was during this walk that we stumbled across a huge tourism event which we decided to hang around and have a nosey at.  Tourism Malaysia have a big campaign &#39;Visit Malaysia 2007&#39; to mark their 50th Anniversary of independence next year.  They want to really promote tourism in Malaysia and organised this event and invited people from all over the world to attend.  There must be worse perks if you work for Thomas Cook!  Basically it was a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208933082/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;big procession&lt;/a&gt; with representatives from all the states of Malaysia in wonderful costumes and lots of dancing and stuff.  It was really inetersting but after 4 hours standing against a railing it was getting a bit tedious so we decided to call it a night and comforted ourselves with the fact that we are a year ahead of the crowds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tallest building in the world for many years, the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208830619/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Petronas Towers&lt;/a&gt; are now referred to as the tallest &#39;twin towers&#39; in the world, this is because someone came along in Taipei and built something bigger ..... what&#39;s that phrase about keeping one step ahead?   There is also the KL tower which looks taller than the Petronas towers but is cheating because it is built on a hill!  Last time we were here we went up the KL tower so this time we decided to join the crowds at the Petronas towers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great thing about the Petronas towers is that they are free but the downside is that you have to get up really early to be in the queue for tickets at about 8am (they don&#39;t open the desk until 8:30).  Unless that is you are a big fat German ****** and come along late and just push in the queue ... but don&#39;t get Mark started on that!  He, nearly sucessfully (along with some others) got him removed from the line but a slight confusion in the translation of &quot;yes he did push in&quot; from English to Malay and he&#39;d got his greasy hands on the tickets. Worse thing was that we ended up with the same time slot as him so we had to keep bumping into him for the next few hours which was even more infuriating.  Despite being in our rightful place in the queue at 8am our time slot was 9.45am which by all accounts is pretty good.  Only a limited amount of tickets are given out and by the time we were coming back down the next available slot was 2.30pm and the queue was still long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all a pretty slick operation and you only get a few minutes up in the air which is totally the opposite from our usual experiences where we spend hours gazing at the world below us.  Nonetheless it is a great experience as you get to walk along the sky bridge which joins the two towers and at that point there is actually more above you than there is below you.  Whilst you do get a good view, you are not really that high up at all, only the 41st floor, so if you want views, the KL tower is better but if you want dramatic architcture and something a little bit different including the funky feeling of looking down between the two towers then Petronas wins hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing that we did whilst in KL was a vist to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594208940057/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Batu Caves&lt;/a&gt; a huge, and verging on the gawdy, Hindu temple just on the outskirts of KL.  The caves are actually up in the hill so we climbed the 274 steps to get inside.  With a little huffing and puffing we were greeted by thousands of monkeys who will eat anything you give them and even stuff you don&#39;t.  One of the main festivals here requires the participants to stick all manner of pins and needles in themselves and march from somewhere in KL city to here thankfully it was the not the time of year for this festival because I am not sure how we would have stomached all the needles, not least of all survived in excess of a million people who climb the very steps over one weekend.  On the day we were there though, it was all much quieter, just a small celebration being held at one of the shrines inside which we think was some kind of christening or something.  There was alot of offerings of things like flour and other foods, and then washing it away.  We were just thankful that we weren&#39;t the ones who had to carry the water up all those steps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was while we were in KL that the World Cup finally came to an end, but what a place to watch it. Despite the fact that Malaysia weren&#39;t even in the competition, and the minor point that the final didn&#39;t even start until 2am, it seemed like the entire city was out watching the game. There was a huge screen and street party just around the corner from our hostel, but we heard that there were at least two other similar events around the city centre. It was a bit difficult to tell who the locals were supporting, at times it seemed like they were just supporting whoever was winning, or even the team that happened to have the ball at that precise moment. But it didn&#39;t seem to matter as everyone had a great time, and at around 5am when the game finally came to an end the street vendors were still going strong serving food and drink.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The subject of food can&#39;t really go unmentioned here since it is quite possibly our favourite food destination from the whole trip so far. The food in Thailand was great, but here there are a far wider range of influences, so basically if you like pretty much any kind of Asian food come to Kuala Lumpur and you won&#39;t be disappointed. And you don&#39;t really have to find restaurants, just go out on the street or head for the basement of any shopping centre. Imagine if you will those somewhat nasty food courts you find in British shopping malls, where amongst others there are usually one or two vendors of over-priced, greasy, lukewarm rice &amp;amp; noodles. Now imagine that these places actually knew (or cared) what the stuff was supposed to taste like, and that they sold a main course for well under a pound.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115411223042646165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115411223042646165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115411223042646165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115411223042646165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/07/kuala-lumpur.html' title='Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115350850468317759</id><published>2006-06-19T07:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:50:52.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live The King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/58/199465172_fd37f09889_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/58/199465172_fd37f09889_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;..... no not that one, the King of Thailand!  Well that is what it said in virtually every shop window, car, TV programme and even on those hideously annoying plastic bracelets.  We are not sure how well this event was publicised around the world but it was certainly big here in Bangkok.  King Rama IX is the worlds longest reigning living monarch and it was at the time that we arrived in Thailand that the party to celebrate his 60th anniversary of his accession to the throne was really getting started.  He seems to be adored by virtually every Thai person as his picture was posted on almost any flat surface available (including 15 stories high on a building) as well as huge monuments at traffic lights and road junctions.  Traffic in Bangkok is notoriously dreadful but add in several road closures into the equation as the climax to the big event was held and you are lucky if you can even get to the end of your street.  As we moved out of Bangkok the story was much the same, flags and banners everywhere.  This is definitely one big event where everyone wants a ticket to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;There was also some kind of unwritten rule, or maybe a new law that has been brought in especially for the occasion!, that required you to wear yellow although we declined as it doesn&#39;t show off our complexions well!!!!  One particular day we were the only people wandering around on the streets that weren&#39;t wearing a yellow polo shirt emblazoned with the king&#39;s 60th anniversary crest.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One fact that may not have been well publicised outside Thailand is that the King is a keen photographer.  Most pictures we have seen of him on more casual occasions when he isn&#39;t wearing all the royal garb, he has a camera hanging round his neck (Oh what a product placement specialists dream!).  So, if ever there is a photographic exhibition of his work, remember, you heard it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more pictures in this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594189673642/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;set&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115350850468317759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115350850468317759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115350850468317759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115350850468317759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-live-king.html' title='Long Live The King'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115350771335316974</id><published>2006-06-18T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:50:52.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuk Tuks and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/66/183443784_b50407efb8_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/66/183443784_b50407efb8_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;It really did take us a couple of days to get used to the way things work here. Websites and guide books had all given us advance warning about the little scams and things to look out for, but it&#39;s only when we arrived that we realised that these things would be fairly unrelenting for the next couple of weeks. EVERYONE is trying to sell you something here, and if they haven&#39;t tried to sell you anything yet it&#39;s only because they haven&#39;t got to that bit!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tuk Tuks are the cheap local transport, part motor bike part milk float. Most of them look like they have been welded together from numerous other vehicles, but you just have to ignore that and get in! The concept of meters or fixed fares are totally alien here, so upfront negotiation is the order of the day. The biggest problem is that the drivers all seem to get commision (in the form of a fuel voucher) from local traders if they bring you to a store, most likely a tailor. So even when you&#39;ve negotiated a price and destination you may still find that the driver is keen to take you to the store where there is of course a &quot;sale&quot; on.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The other thing we found to beware of were friendly members of the &#39;public&#39; who spoke to us outside temples. On at least one occasion we got into a conversation with one of these people, who after a brief conversation about football (world cup is still on) would help us negotiate a deal with a passing Tuk Tuk to get us to our next destination. Unfortunately, some of these people seem to be the &#39;sales reps&#39; for the tailors shops. So we think that the Thai conversation that they have with the Tuk Tuk driver is along the lines of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;offer these two a cheap fare, but make sure you take them to XXXX tailors on the way where you&#39;ll get your petrol coupon&quot;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So we soon learned that 100 Baht was the &#39;standard&#39; fare the driver first asked for. This is only about £1.50, but when you consider that 20 Baht can buy you a decent curry on the street it isn&#39;t cheap. Then there was the 30 Baht fare, this was far more realistic but would almost certainly involve some kind of side trip that we hadn&#39;t asked for. Most of the time we managed to avoid the shopping experience, but we did end up with one persistent guy who eventually refused to take us any further unless we went into the shop he had stopped at, so we just walked off and left him there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Taxis are supposed to be much easier. They all now seem to have meters, and have signs on the roof identifying them as metered taxis. Getting the driver to actually &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;use&lt;/span&gt; the meter isn&#39;t always that easy though, some will just refuse to turn it on, others will just claim that it&#39;s broken (it&#39;s amazing how many broken meters there are in Bangkok!). So we soon learned to just shut the door and move on to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;So what the books tell you is all true, you definitely have to look out for the scams, but we actually decided that it&#39;s all part of the fun of being here and you just have to be prepared to walk away when necessary. If you get really annoyed then you can always report them to the Tourist Police, but since we weren&#39;t always certain that the Tuk Tuk driver was the same guy as the one on the licence photo I&#39;m not sure how much good that would do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115350771335316974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115350771335316974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115350771335316974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115350771335316974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/tuk-tuks-and-stuff.html' title='Tuk Tuks and Stuff'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115350757636670884</id><published>2006-06-17T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T09:46:46.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/52/183403372_3642033635_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/52/183403372_3642033635_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Our Asian journey so far has been a bit like traveling through time, backwards. Japan was super modern and super efficient. Hong Kong was equally modern in most places but it was more organised chaos and with a glimpse into it&#39;s past at the street markets. And then there&#39;s Bangkok. We stepped onto a plane at Hong Kong&#39;s 21st century airport and stepped off it again at the soon to be replaced Bangkok airport, parts of which look like they had any kind of funding removed years ago! (Although for the golfers amongst you we discovered that there is actually a course right in the middle of the airfield. Photos: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/194873092/in/set-72157594189673642/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/194873047/in/set-72157594189673642/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/194872991/in/set-72157594189673642/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup was well under way by the time we got here (and England were still in it) so there was much excitement amongst the football mad Thais. As it happened our hotel had a big screen TV in the breakfast area so of course we had to be there at 2am for the big games, particularly as happy &#39;hour&#39; at the bar was 6pm-6am during the competition. Fortunately we&#39;d given ourselves a few extra days here to make up for the lost sleep that would occur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Since we&#39;d decided to steer clear of the most dodgy (and cheapest) backpacker accommodation we weren&#39;t all that close to the main tourist attractions, this meant numerous rides in Taxis and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/183443784/in/set-72157594189673642/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Tuk Tuk&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; (but more on that later). We used the river boat service quite a bit to get around as well, this is very cheap but you definitely don&#39;t want to think about falling into the river. It&#39;s apparently not always this bad, but because we were about during the rainy season the river was a fairly unpleasant brown colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594189607241/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Grand Palace&lt;/a&gt; is the big attraction here but there are many &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594189648159/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;temples&lt;/a&gt; around as well. The architecture of Buddhist sites has been constantly changing throughout our trip. In Japan the temples are mainly wooden buildings and are generally quite dark and plain in their colouring. In Hong Kong there was much more colour and more stonework. In Thailand things are different again, but the number one rule seems to be: Make it BIG, give it a pointy roof, and paint it with as much gold as you can lay your hands on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos from around Bangkok &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594189673642/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115350757636670884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115350757636670884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115350757636670884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115350757636670884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/bangkok.html' title='Bangkok'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115341459950136937</id><published>2006-06-14T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:58:29.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Territories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/48/172330358_4c664cfe16_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/48/172330358_4c664cfe16_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The New Territories is the part of the mainland between Kowloon and the Chinese border and is actually a much larger area than the city itself. Although there is a great deal of housing development and &#39;new towns&#39; the area still has quite a lot of real countryside, which like the beaches on Hong Kong island may come as a surprise to some people. Whilst it is possible to get around on public transport or taxis we eventually decided to book an organised tour. On our first attempt to get around on our own we almost ended up in China (or maybe custody!) by accident. We went to the last train stop inside Hong Kong as instructed by our guide book, only to discover that the rules had changed and that the only way to leave the station was to go through Chinese immigration. Almost anyone can get an entry visa at the border, unless you have a British passport, in which case it&#39;s much more difficult and you really need to have applied back at the embassy first, so Plan B it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The first thing we noticed on our tour was that we remembered how much sympathy we had for every other tour group we&#39;ve seen over the past year, as they are relentlessly driven from place to place with only a few minutes to take photos before being herded back into the bus. We had quite a good day though, unlike our guide who seemed to either be having an off day or just generally regretting his career choice. Up in the hills there are quite good views back across the city and you can even go walking if you have time (although significant quantities of mosquito repellant would have be required on the day we visited). Some of the old British army sites are still around, it&#39;s just that the Chinese have moved in and (quite literally) just changed the signs over the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;There are still &#39;walled villages&#39; here which are basically filled with very narrow streets of very small &#39;houses&#39; town which are really just one room in most cases. In the past these were homes to many families, although it sounds like things have changed over the years. Now it seems that the families have moved outside the walled area to the new town that has sprung up. And the tiny little houses? well they&#39;ve become the local equivalent of &#39;Starter Homes&#39;, rented out to young couples who can&#39;t afford anything else. From what we were told it also sounds like the owners are hanging onto every bit of property that they can in preparation for a house price boom that they expect when (or if) there is a future opening or relaxing of the Chinese border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The last place we were taken to was quite sad really. It&#39;s a waterfront area of land where there is a fairly large collection of house boats, there are more of them than in Aberdeen and it all looked a bit smarter. However, right on the waterfront is a huge development of luxury apartments (which seems to be nicknamed Beverly Hills). The apartments are still not finished but the lots were sold several years ago and (according to our guide) many have already changed hands several times as the prices climb. Unfortunately (for the water dwellers) the purchasers of the apartments were promised an idyllic waterfront view which clearly didn&#39;t involve a fishing village, so the current local residents are being &#39;rehoused&#39; to ensure that the rich folk can have their fantasy &quot;Waterfront Living&quot; lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;New Territories photos are &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173455845/&quot;target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115341459950136937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115341459950136937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341459950136937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341459950136937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-territories.html' title='The New Territories'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115341445666776244</id><published>2006-06-12T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:55:23.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/172323374_23729879c7_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/51/172323374_23729879c7_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Seeking yet another stamp in our passport we headed off on the fast ferry to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173446943/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Macau.&lt;/a&gt; It&#39;s actually not that far away and there are something like 12 ferries an hour. However, this means that it takes less than an hour on the ferry..... followed by about 40 minutes in the zoo (sorry, immigration hall) which is constantly refilled by the next bunch of Hong Kongers pouring off the ferry and eager to get gambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Yes, that&#39;s right, Macau is rapidly turning into Vegas. In my vague memories of my last visit here there was a casino, now there are many casinos with several more under construction (they&#39;ve even reclaimed land to make more space for them!). Most of the men who &#39;own&#39; Vegas seem to be moving in here, the Wynn Macau is almost open (and is taking bookings if you&#39;re interested!), the Venetian is under construction, and judging by the amount of construction the whole gang will be here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;There is more to Macau than losing money though. There are of course a few temples and shrines to be seen, and the old town centre still shows its Portuguese past. We had another great guide book dining tip for the town centre but unfortunately the European influence on the town seems to have extended to the restaurants taking a siesta in the afternoon. This left us with a choice between wandering aimlessly, eating some dangerously unidentifiable dead stuff from market stalls..... or those curiously familiar looking golden arches..... So MacDonalds it was (sorry, we just had to do it!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After lunch we got brave with the local buses and headed off to the two smallish islands which are linked to the mainland by bridges. The first one is where &#39;Asian Vegas&#39; is being built,  but the second still seems relatively sparsely populated. About as far as you can go on the bus is the small village of Coloane. Besides a couple of temples there were really only two things to do in Coloane. Firstly, you can stand at the waterfront and look across a narrow stretch of water into China. There&#39;s not much to see, but that&#39;s not the point, it&#39;s China! (OK, so Macau technically IS China, maybe we were desperate for excitement!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Then when you&#39;ve finished looking across the border you can walk around the corner to the bakery. Huh? Yes that&#39;s right, you&#39;re in a fairly remote part of a former Portuguese colony that is now Chinese and the place to eat is a bakery run by an Englishman that sells custard tarts. Such tarts seem to be a Macau speciality, but these are apparently the ones to have, so we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;The return journey seemed very simple, just find the same bus going back in the other direction (on the map it seemed to go towards the ferry port). So we boarded the bus and showed the driver the map and where we were headed. He nodded, but then seemed keen to explain something to us. Being good British tourists we had no idea what he was trying to tell us so we sat down and looked out at the rain. It all started off well, but then we arrived at the airport (where we hadn&#39;t been before) and then proceeded to pick up so many construction workers from the new casinos that there was standing room only on the bus and we could barely see the driver, and when we eventually arrived at a fairly large bus stop area we really had no idea where we were. It all worked out OK in the end though as it seemed like the driver had gone out of his way to take us to a stop where he&#39;d find a bus company employee who spoke enough English to explain our mistake and direct us to the correct bus, proving once again that even when you don&#39;t speak the language it often seems to be easier to use public transport here than it is back home! &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115341445666776244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115341445666776244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341445666776244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341445666776244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/macau.html' title='Macau'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115341423918709763</id><published>2006-06-11T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:46:07.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/63/172132950_a4aa9a3cc7_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/63/172132950_a4aa9a3cc7_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Although Hong Kong now has it&#39;s very own Disneyland it also still has &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173144479/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Ocean Park&lt;/a&gt; which has been there for many years, so we opted to visit this rather than the Mouse Kingdom. Although it does have it&#39;s share of theme park rides the main attractions are actually real live creatures rather than part-time students in furry costumes. There are pandas, a bird show, and an aquarium (yes Andrea, it has sharks!) but the star performers are the seals and dolphins who perform in front of about 4000 people at a time. This may not be Disney but the big show definitely has a very high &#39;Cheese&#39; content, complete with pre-recorded American-accented voice over throughout. We managed to get some pretty good &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173150515/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;photos of the show&lt;/a&gt; though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115341423918709763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115341423918709763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341423918709763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341423918709763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/ocean-park.html' title='Ocean Park'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115341405520914322</id><published>2006-06-08T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:04:52.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/43/172115322_6756200406_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/43/172115322_6756200406_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Although the southern coast of Hong Kong island seems to be becoming more heavily populated it&#39;s still relatively quiet, and probably the last thing you&#39;d expect to find if all you&#39;ve ever seen are photos of skyscrapers around the harbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Aberdeen, home to the &#39;Jumbo&#39; floating restaurant which really is as large as it sounds. The harbour is also known for having many of its residents living on house boats. I think there are far fewer houseboats than there used to be but you can still go out on tours which will take you out so you can have a peek into people&#39;s lounges and kitchens. The boat trip industry must have been having a quiet week when we were there because the boats seemed to outnumber the tourists on the day we were there. We were &#39;adopted&#39; by one woman as soon as we got off the bus, and she proceeded to keep cropping up in front of us somehow (how do they do that?!) trying to sell us a boat trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that the real reason for people moving ashore is probably something to do with the increase in the size of the fishing boats and the building of tower blocks of apartments within walking distance. However, another good reason would be that it&#39;s really not very pleasant out there, the big fishing vessels and the many tourist boats have resulted in some fairly foul looking water, and we didn&#39;t really want to think about what the houseboats use as a water source!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Aberdeen we went as far southeast as Stanley. The island really isn&#39;t very big, so the total journey time from Central to Stanley is about 45 minutes on the bus and costs about 40p. Stanley is known for it&#39;s market, although what was once a small village now seems to be spreading up the hillside quite quickly. The market basically sold much of the same stuff as we&#39;d already seen in Kowloon but on a weekday lunchtime it was much quieter and easier to move around. Of course this made us even more of an obvious target for the traders. Also, if you want to get your Beijing 2008 Olympics merchandise early this is the place to come (can&#39;t guarantee how genuine they are of course!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Stanley and Aberdeen are the beaches at Deep Water Bay and Repulse Bay so we stopped for a look on the way back. There&#39;s not much to say about Repulse Bay really, it&#39;s a beach, although it&#39;s not a bad beach and it does have some pretty impressive looking lifeguard &#39;huts&#39; as you can see in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173119392/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115341405520914322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115341405520914322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341405520914322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115341405520914322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/off-to-beach.html' title='Off To The Beach'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12749480.post-115244059336079065</id><published>2006-06-05T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:11:29.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kowloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/46/172080871_88607a896d_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/46/172080871_88607a896d_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After a couple of days of relative luxury we moved across to Mongkok in the heart of Kowloon on the mainland side of the harbour. It&#39;s much less &#39;westernised&#39; over here, so this is where you&#39;ll find the day and night streetmarkets, and of course the tailors. Wandering around Kowloon I felt as if everyone on the street was trying to sell me a suit, not only that but they seemed absolutely astonished when I told them that I didn&#39;t want one. I mean, it&#39;s 32 degrees and 95% humidty, how could I possibly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt; want one?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;We stayed at the YWCA in Mongkok (yes they do allow men on some floors), which was pretty good but did have a rather curious breakfast menu. Another guest gave us a tip to avoid the &#39;English Breakfast&#39; so we eventually got used to fried egg and sausage on top of a bowl of noodles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;My first experience of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173072018/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Mongkok&lt;/a&gt; was on a Saturday afternoon, when I discovered that it&#39;s so insanely crammed with people that they just shut the roads around the shopping streets to make things easier. It&#39;s not much different at night, when three whole streets are closed off everynight, including the one which is home to the famous &#39;Ladies Market&#39;. No, you don&#39;t buy Ladies here (although the number of hourly rate hotels in the area would suggest otherwise) it is so named because they used to sell clothing, bags and other such items of interest to ladies. They still sell those items, but they pretty much cater to everyone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon got used to the calls from every stall we passed: &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Here missy, you want handbag?&quot;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sir, copy watch sir?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;. So if you need a Prada handbag, Rolex watch, or an England football shirt for £3.50 this is the place to come. The football shirts were actually very good, although we did see a poster of &#39;Wayne Roonry&#39; so you may wish to check the spelling. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;NOTE: The intervening weeks may have caused the market value of Mr Rooney&#39;s merchandise to have plummet somewhat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of other markets to choose from around Kowloon. The food markets are exciting to look at, with products ranging from the vaguely familiar to the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;please don&#39;t tell me what that really is&quot;&lt;/span&gt;. There is also quite a large flower market and a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173131700/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;bird market&lt;/a&gt;. The birds all seem fairly happy in their cages, although they do seem to be crammed in a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town of Sha Tin is technically in the New Territories, although there&#39;s no real gap between it and Kowloon anymore so I&#39;ll include it here. Our first weekend here coincided with the annual &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173052749/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dragon Boat Festival&lt;/a&gt;. We missed the first day of events which are actually in the harbour so we had to trek out to Sha Tin on the train to have a look. It all sounded fun and we collected our free tickets from the tourist office. Unfortunately the directions were a little vague, the &#39;short walk&#39; from the station turned out to be about 1.5km, and we ended up on the opposite bank of the river from the &#39;stands&#39; and facing another 1.5km walk to get to the bridge. So we watched from a fair distance and probably missed out on much of the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sha Tin is also home to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594192629169/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&#39;Snoopy&#39;s World&#39;&lt;/a&gt;, which is basically a childrens play area attached to a shopping mall which has giant models of Charlie Brown and Snoopy (whose career is alive and well in the far east in case you were worried about him). This really isn&#39;t a very exciting attraction, and unsurprisingly it isn&#39;t mentioned in our guidebook, but after our disappointment at the dragon boats it almost seemed bearable!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Sha Tin is also home to the 10,000 Buddha Temple, which might sound like an exaggeration until you learn that there are actually 13,000 of them. The guidebook explained how there were several hundred steps up to the temple, so we were delighted to discover that someone had now built a series of escalators to ease the journey. We got to the top and found that it didn&#39;t seem quite right, there was the odd Buddha, but quite where the other 12,999 were hiding was a mystery. After a while it was explained to us that we&#39;d actually found what amounted to the local crematorium and associated temple complex, and would we mind awfully taking ourselves a little further up the road to the correct temple. This was all explained to us in fluent Cantonese by one or two locals, but we eventually got the message from the shaking of heads and arm waving (the international sign language for &#39;you&#39;re in the wrong place you bl**dy stupid tourist&#39;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual 10,000 Buddha Temple doesn&#39;t have any escalators, but it did seem to have about 10,000 small, flying, biting things defending the steps (so go armed with insect repellent). The climb turned out to be worth it though as the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/markmat/sets/72157594173064023/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; will hopefully show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/feeds/115244059336079065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12749480&amp;postID=115244059336079065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115244059336079065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12749480/posts/default/115244059336079065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markandnikky.blogspot.com/2006/06/kowloon.html' title='Kowloon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

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