Trip to New York City, November 28– December 2, 2018


(written in the voice of Rosemary Lincoln, who I had the pleasure of showing NYC and its holiday glories!)

November 28

We met at the airport (JFK) and taxied to 235 E. 22rd Street together, the condo apartment of Barbara’s friend Cathy.  We threw our bags into the apartment, combed our hair (Rosemary fussed the most…) and off we went to one of the iconic (and best) restaurants in New York City.





Waiting for our table at Gramercy Tavern NYC; holiday weekend treat!



November 29


We got going late in the morning, and admired the tree and the hustle and bustle of the crowds in Rockefeller Center, and then had a great lunch at a restaurant right across the street with Barbara’s friends from UBS.  The menu was mind-boggling, but we passed on the caviar  😊.   




We went to see the Christmas show with the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall.







Next we enjoyed the Midtown area, and walked and walked, looking at the wonderful window displays on Fifth Avenue.




The sidewalks were crowded, and people kept bumping into us.  We ducked into a pharmacy and got blinking bulb necklaces;  it made us visible (very much so!) as we walked, and were fun accessories.


Sundown comes early in New York City in December, and as luck would have it, there we were on Fifth Avenue just as the fantastic light and sound display started on the front of Saks Fifth Avenue.  Absolutely free, and absolutely beautiful.




We made our way to St Regis hotel, a grand hotel in the Midtown area of the city. 




The King Cole bar is a famous bar at the St. Regis hotel,  supposedly where Bloody Marys were invented, so of course we had to have one! The wait for a table for two was going to be very long, so we joined with a Mom and her grown son to make it four, and had a wonderful time chatting with them.   The son is actually a lighting expert for bridges, and one of his jobs is to climb on the Bay Bridge in San Francisco and replace the bulbs that burn out of that lighting display.




November 30

What a busy day!  Yesterday was a dilly, but Barb and I keep packing in the experiences!

Frist, a stop at the Empire State Building… but taking the elevator all the way up was too much.  Better to enjoy the scale model in the lobby.



That gave us time to go to Macy’s Herald Square NYC, the largest store in the world!





Next stop, the Whitney Museum and its much-lauded Andy Warhol exhibit.  We also had lunch at their museum restaurant, Untitled, an excellent restaurant managed by the same group that manages the Gramercy Tavern!






We had reservations at Rolf’s, 281 3rd Ave, known for its incredible Christmas decorations!   Hearty German food, and loads of fun!



December 1

What a great visit to the Museum of Modern Art!  



I am so pleased to see the original of Van Gogh's Starry Night, since I’d just reviewed my grandson’s homework paper on this art piece.



And then there is the magnificent gallery of Monet’s Water Lillies!




How wonderful that MOMA has a place where children can relax with a great work of art and either copy it, or do their own thing. 


There is also a great museum restaurant, The Modern, where we had a nice pre-show meal!



Next Museum:  On our way to the Metropolitan Museum of art.



Barb likes all of these ethnographic exhibits… I go for the gold!





Getting ready for the performance of Kinky Boots on Broadway!  What a fun show!





December 2

We sure packed a lot into these days!  

On our last half-day, a hearty breakfast at Tivoli Café, corner of 22nd and 3rd Avenue, before heading to the airport.



The only problem was … terrible weather at JFK.   Barb’s flight did go, but late, but it went because she was on a big plane and a long-haul cross-country flight.  My flight was cancelled until the next day, and I found myself in the claws of a gypsy cab driver who charged me an arm and a leg for the 3 mile trip to the airport hotel.  I’ll only take registered yellow cabs from now on!   But the hotel was nice, I had a decent meal and a drink (!!) and I made it home the next day.




Great fun trip!









India and embarrassment

India, pre-monsoon, is a pretty hot and sticky place.  Temperatures soar near the 100's every day and the humidity must be well over that. 

But there I was in February 1978, hot and sticky, sitting at the place of respect in the living room of the 3-room home of the director of the regional folkloric museum in Rajasthan.  In 1978, not too many tourists traveled to visit this museum, but I was impelled by the opportunity to see some of the region's famous family puppetry troops perform.  I'd learned through hearsay that the performances were a nightly event, held on the roof of the hotel created from an old palace on an island in the middle of the lake in Udaipur. The front desk clerk was happy to hear about my interest in puppetry, and arranged for a boat to take me to the town the next day. 

The museum was not large, but well maintained and pride in the local folk arts emanated from every display.  The museum director had been delighted to talk about his puppet collection.  So many of the finger puppets and marionettes are based on the Indian epic stories and myths.  We happily spent all afternoon talking and laughing about the foibles of the puppet-characters and the men and gods they represented.  As I left, he presented me with an intricate oilcloth painting that one of the artisans had done of Ganeesh, and also invited me to supper with his family at his house. 

When I arrived, the front room of his mud-and-wattle home was full;  a few of his important neighbors had been invited in the interim, I guess to meet the blonde American lady.  The meal was fabulous, but there wasn't much opportunity to talk with the women of the house as they stayed in the kitchen when they weren't bringing out the food or taking away the empty platters.  Politics, business, art, trends in America, the situation in India -- the dinnertime discussion was vigorous.  

 When the table was put to the side and the room converted into a sitting area, conversation continued.  But the evening breeze brought little relief through the sparse windows, and "stifling" is a word that just about sums it up.  When I couldn't stand the sweat on my face anymore, I tried not to make a big deal about the heat, and reached without looking into my pocketbook. 

Conversation was still going, so I felt around the interior of my pocketbook for the small aluminum sachets containing wipes I always carried for cleaning my hands where there was no water,  ripped open the sachet that held the wipe, and discreetly patted it on my face.  A few minutes later I couldn't stand the heat and the stickiness anymore and dipped once again into my pocketbook, this time for a Kleenex to sop up the sweat.  Tea was served, and a short while later I asked to use the toilet. 

There, in the small enclosure that was dimly lit by a solitary 20 watt bulb, I reached for my comb to tidy up.  The mirror reflected back an incredible sight -- a blonde American lady with white lint all over her face!  Which all goes to teach an important travel lesson:  pack your clear shoepolish sachets in a different place than your handywipes.

SOUTH AMERICA: AS FAR SOUTH AS YOU CAN GO ~ Patagonia: October 14-24, 2019

I flew to join the group tour from Buenos Aires; you can see that blogpost here 

PATAGONIA FACTS:

About the same size as Venezuela or three times that of Italy, Patagonia covers about 400,000 square miles. Its population of around 1.75 million souls – – the same as Northern Ireland or Brussels – – is largely settled in a few towns and small cities dotted along the Atlantic coast and in the fertile valleys abutting the Andean mountain range. The name, Patagonia, looks as confident as Catalonia or Transylvania, but this was never a nation or a country. For 300 years it was largely ignored by the Spaniards and was the last frontier land to be claimed and colonized by Latin America’s two southernmost republics. For Argentina and Chile, Patagonia is not a single province or country and only came to be regarded — tentatively — As a political region during the last century.” (from PATAGONIA- A Cultural History; author Chris Moss.)   The map below notes the major cities from which parts of this tour were launched...



Good morning Patagonia! Thanks to El Calafate for greeting me with your glaciers looming upwards, and the shores of 100 km long Lago Argentino providing a milky-blue contrast!


Because of the gale-force winds in Buenos Aires that resulted in a full day of flight cancellations out of that airport and into El Calafate, I had to catch up with the tour group and was fortunate to find Miguel, a terrific driver and guide (photo of contact info below, who for $80 drove me the 90 minutes from El Calafate to the restaurant Los Nativos in the Los Glaciares National Park.




















The drive is lovely and you see the famous “shark tooth” mountain (Moreno Peak, almost 5000 feet tall) and both sides of the Perito Moreno Glacier.




At 98 square miles, the Perito Moreno Glacier is a bit larger than Buenos Aires city. The glacier is more than 220 feet tall. From the restaurant, there’s a great view of the north side of the glacier and they offer a number of drinks made with glacier ice! We saw a significant “calving” of this glacier but it happened so fast that I couldn’t catch it on video. So go to this YouTube to see an example of this marvelous event: https://youtu.be/BZ-kPKzL-y0




TAKING A CRUISE NEAR THE GLACIERS –




The Upsala Glacier is huge and fairly flat, 6 miles wide and 30 miles long, but the mountainous glaciers on the side of the channel leading to it are very unstable, so boats are not allowed to go close. Icebergs abound in the channel. In the 60’s, the Upsala Glacier’s flat surface provided the Argentinian air force with a place for ski-equipped planes to train for Antarctic exploration.




Spegazzini Glacier, at half the size of Perito Moreno, has the highest wall of all the glaciers in the park. All along our cruise on the various arms of Lago Argentino that wend their way through the park, there are big and little icebergs, some of them quite lovely with their folds and arches. Attached, the info on the cruise company if you want to make arrangements for yourself in the future. It’s a daylong outing that includes lunch and a stop to walk on a glacial moraine beach.





We fly early in the morning from El Calafate airport to Ushuaia… and “Good Morning Ushuaia! “Some say you are located at the end of the world, but locals say this: “It’s the beginning of everywhere.”... more exploration ahead!








Ushuaia is the southernmost city in the world!





Time for an excursion before we board our ship:   to Tierra del Fuego National Park.  Here’s the group at the park:



At the southern tip of the Andes not far from Ushuaia, what is now Tierra del Fuego National Park was the home of the Yamana Indians. It was probably their bonfires above the beaches of the Beagle Channel, lit to keep them warm during hunts for sea lions and harvests of mollusks, that the first European explorers saw and gave this area its colonial name: land of fire. This is actually an archipelago and first occupied by man some 10,000 years ago. The National Park was created in 1960.






Today I reached the end of the road. Argentina’s route 3, the final leg of the Pan American Highway, terminates in Tierra del Fuego National Park. It starts in Alaska and goes through Buenos Aires.




Nothing like a little political statement in a National Park… The Falkland Islands/aka Malvinas... still a touchy subject here.,.and they are not far away from Ushuaia.    






We board the ship VENTUS AUSTRALIS.  

The staff is pretty friendly and, as they say, “easy on the eyes.”   We cast off from Ushuaia to coast down the Beagle Channel and into the Chilean part of Patagonia




Our first excursion off the Ventus Australis is to Cape Horn island. First step: into the zodiac rubber boats, then the long climb up rickety stairs (I made it 3/4 of the way before my knee started talking to me), then zodiacs again back to the ship. We departed at 7 in the morning before the famous winds picked up, and returned by 10.









The afternoon excursion was to Wulaia Bay.  This bay was described by Charles Darwin, and was once one of the largest settlements of the indigenous Yaghan in the region. With 6500 years of habitation in this region, speculation is that the Yaghan and others who inhabited the area came from Indonesia by sea, a migration route similar to those used by people in the Galapagos. After a walk on the beach, our guides explained their way of life, and took us to see a partially-built shelter like those the Yaghan might have used. (The museum on site had a photo of a Yaghan group in front of a shelter. There’s a pretty heartbreaking story about 3 Yaghan and one Halakwalup youths who were captured and taken to England; and the eventual return of the Halakwalup captive Jemmy Button” (see https://www.darwinproject.ac.uk/jemmy-button-orundellico for more details)



Jemmy Button





It was cloudy and drizzly as we navigated up the Beagle Channel and neared Pia Glacier. One of the most active glaciers in Patagonia, it was quiet today and even the water birds were hunkered down and silent. A lone fishing boat was plying the waters of the fjord, and it brought to mind a poem I wrote several years ago (screen shot below).



After four days of looking at glaciers, I thought I was “glaciered out” and then today I saw the Garibaldi Glacier. Because there was no wind in the Garibaldi Fjord, it was possible for the ship to get quite close. Unlike most other glaciers, this one is growing... almost 3 miles since 2001. In the sunlight, the blue streaks of crystalline frozen water are spectacularly beautiful, enhancing the overall - and overwhelming- visual effect.





Overnight the ship left the Beagle Channel and spent a bouncy hour on the Pacific Ocean before we entered the Cockburn Channel and ended up in the morning on Agostini Sound* where we clambered onto the zodiacs and onto the beach near the Aguilar Glacier. (*Agostini Sound was named after the Italian Salesian father who worked with the local populace in the first half of the 20th century)



Blessed with another sunny but cold (41 F) morning, we walked along the beach for little more than a mile until we saw this so-called “hanging” glacier — one whose edge does not touch the water. Two small avalanches boomed into the otherwise silent and beautiful area, where the Aguilar glacier presents a mirror reflection onto the glacial lake




The air is pure here, and hairy light green lichens grace tree branches of the primitive forest all along the beach walk - lichens grow best in pure air. 



Our night’s navigation over the Magdalena Channel brought us to the Magellan Strait, discovered by and named after explorer Ferdinand Magellan in 1520. THAT IS 500 YEARS AGO!



We took zodiacs from the ship to Magdalena Island, part of the Los Pinguinos Natural Monument which is the location of a colony of Magellanic Penguins who nest here. We are the visitors on this island, and there are strict instructions to stand quietly if it appears a penguin wants to cross our path and head to the sea to go find its next meal to feed the chicks and the mate who is incubating ages (both male and female take turns).







End of the cruise, and our Zegrahm group disembarked in Punta Arenas.  Punta Arenas was and still is the center and launch point for Antarctic exploration, with stately buildings that hosted and housed many famous names from history: Shackleton, Scott etc. Today it receives visitors from trips like ours, scientists on research trips, and those who take Antarctic tours too.






The steppes of southern Patagonia, en route to Torres del Paine park by bus.



The most wonderful clouds in this region, unlike nothing I’ve seen anywhere else on earth.  (I took these photos with my old iPhone6!)





And then along the roadside, a fair number of the flightless Lesser Rhea, and lots of groups of wild guanacos. Guanacos are the iconic animal of Patagonia, just as kangaroos are iconic in Australia.                     



TORRES DEL PAINES NATIONAL PARK

The three “towers” of the Torres del Paine park are one of the most visually dramatic views you’ll ever see, ranging in height from 8530 to 9350 feet. The color change between sedimentary and granite layers is always eye-catching. These mountains were shaped by the movement of glacial ice over the last few million years. Erosion of ice took advantage of fractures in the rock and thus separated various pinnacles into what is known as the “Torres” or towers, from which the park takes its name.

“One of the great Mountain views of the world”, said our guide Tom Sharpe, who said “I am always excited to see this!”  This park is said to be one of the world’s most scenic natural wonders, with beech forests and turquoise lakes set amidst mountain peaks.




EcoCamp was a wonderful place to stay, and all kinds of interesting architecture therein. The yurt-like accommodations are remarkably comfortable and the wood-burning stove (which is fired up by the staff while we dine in the geodesic dining room) keeps them toasty. You can access the internet in the reception area, if you must.  But the opportunity to stand outside one’s geodesic-dome room and see the Torres: priceless experience!

When lit up at night, the yurts are gorgeous from the outside

This is what it looks like inside; note stove on the right

This is a promo photo: I think it could in fact be COLD in Patagonia...

A discrete space between Domes/rooms

The plank walkway down to the dining area

Group leader Tom Sharpe outside the reception area


ABOUT THE ANIMALS IN PATAGONIA’S TORRES DEL PAINE NATIONAL PARK: There are 26 species of mammals in the park and the Puma is perhaps the best known but most elusive. It’s pretty easy to spot the llama-like Guanaco as they are widely dispersed.

We see Andean Condors from afar every day, soaring in the strong wind’s currents, which allow them to glide their 35-pound bulk using their 10-foot wingspan. Once in a while, we’ll spot Chilean Flamingos. We commonly see the Southern Crested Caracara as they like to hang around tourists hoping for a handout. Ibis, swan, geese and various ducks are common sights, and birdsong is lively in the mornings and evenings although the singers are hidden in the brush. There are 118 different types of birds in this park. The red-headed Magellanic Woodpecker appears in Patagonia, but further south.



An excursion to the part of the park where the wild horses roam. Along the way, we see typical gaucho outposts (although this one was built for use in a film…)





The herd of wild horses, known as “baguales” are descendants of horses used by local cowboys (baqueanos) that escaped into the park generations ago. There are only around 120 horses in the herd as the Puma takes about 80% of the helpless foals. We were fortunate to see the herd cross from one low-lying pass to another, outlined in single file against the dramatic clouds of Patagonia.

photo courtesy MICHAEL TYLER, a member of our group (great photographer!)


We took bag lunches to allow us to have a break in this four hour hike. Then when we returned to the HorsesPath outpost, we were greeted by a wonderful treat of cider (yes, alcoholic), beer, and homemade bread with salsa and cilantro to put on top. A really exceptional experience!






Our trip leader Tom Sharpe is a geologist and he waxed eloquent when we stopped at the Nordenskjöld lookout point of the Cuernos Mountains. As you can understand, Patagonia is a geologist’s dream come true! Otto Nordenskjöld was a Finnish-Swedish geologist and explorer who, among other accomplishments led mineralogical expeditions to Patagonia in the 1890s. So many places in Patagonia are named after explorers and geologists, that it’s difficult to keep track. But this man had quite an interesting career, and here is the link to the Wikipedia article about him: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Nordenskjöld





We went to look at the icebergs close to the beach at Pehoe Lake. Getting there involved crossing a swaying bridge — weight limit no more than 6 walkers at a time! Luckily we had our local guides for encouragement and moral support because it was pretty scary to cross with the Patagonia winds coming down the river at a very high rate!




The Cascada waterfalls of the Paine River are a bit off the usual tourist track. They are beautiful waterfalls where you can see the towers of the Torres del Paine Park in the background.



Carbon dated to 5600 years ago, the Cueva de las Manos (Cave of Hands) has evidence of the nomads who passed thousands of years ago through Torres del Paine .... the trail was too steep and scrabbly for me, but if you are sure footed and take the “Fauna Trail” in the park, you can see it. These nomads were succeeded by the Aonikenk (“people of the south”), hunter-gatherers who lived in small groups.


Zorroito, the “little fox”, visited the welcome dome of EcoCamp today. I took the morning off (sometimes a group tour is too much of a good thing) and was happily finishing the Chris Moss book “Patagonia a Cultural History” when I saw movement near the open front door, and in snuck the juvenile member of the on-Camp fox family, sniffing for a lunch bag that was near the door. Coincident because I had been reading about Julio A. Roca who served two terms as the president of Argentina in the late 1890’s and early 1900’s, and whose nickname was “little fox”.




On our tour bus to Puerto Natales, we stopped at the lookout at the east side of Sarmiento Lake (just a quick pullout from Chile Highway 150) to get our last good view of Torres del Paine.




 Then, in a show-stopping briefing, our tour leader Tom informed us of the curfews imposed today in cities of any size in Chile due to the escalating protest that started a few days ago with the 90 peso (15 US cents) increase in public transit fares in Santiago. That’s not only a regressive tax that hits poorest people hardest, but a substantial amount in a country where the MEDIAN INCOME is $2260 per month but many folks are trying to make ends meet on a minimum income of $305 per month. The increase has been rolled back but the protests are continuing. Now it seems that the government has imposed martial law on October 23, 2019, (including mobilizing the Chilean army to the streets of the cities) and the 8 pm to 6 am curfews may consequently affect flights countrywide as airport workers are likely not going to be able to get to their jobs. And the latest I’ve heard is that the entire country might be headed for a general strike. So, I prepared myself mentally for a few unplanned extra days in Chile.


But on we went… more to see. And we were in for a treat at the beautiful Hotel Singular in Puerto Natales, which was opened in 2011 and incorporates some astounding architecture. It is set on the bay across from Puerto Natales. The hotel started life as a cold storage plant for produce and beef. The architect incorporated elements of the original cold storage equipment in picturesque factory rooms that connect the guestrooms and the restaurants, which overlook the bay.





 The next morning, we hopped onto the boat that docks at the Singular Hotel and took an invigorating 30 minute ride over to the dock at Estancia La Peninsula, a ranch with activities that demonstrates just how excellent agro-tourism can be. The morning starts with greetings by gaucho Marco and his sheep herding dog, then a demonstration of sheep shearing.







Afterwards a Barbara-special tour of the ranch by Land Rover, and then a terrific roast lamb lunch prepared for the group.







The boat trip on “the Singular”, which is outfitted for touring the glaciers near Puerto Natales, takes us to a dock at Bernardo O’Higgins National Park, a park which includes all the southern Patagonian ice fields in Chile and is 10 million acres in size. This is the Serrano Glacier, and the walk to begin the lookout trails is only accessible by boat. Sadly, Serrano glacier is retreating quite rapidly.








So now, Pippi Longstocking (the strongest girl in the world, and my constant travel companion…) and I are traveling across the Patagonian steppes from Puerto Natales to the airport at Punta Arenas. Sheep grazing everywhere you look, and some cattle too. On the flight to Santiago, we bade farewell to the Straits of Magellan (seen over the jet engine) and the snowfields of Patagonia. We flew over part of the Torres del Paine Park that we had visited by land. There were lots of small icebergs floating in the lakes and rivers there, as well as in the Strait of Magellan. Interesting journey, but we are not likely to reprise this vigorous trip...




Finally, evening in Santiago, Chile! Things went according to my planned itinerary.  I checked into the Holiday Inn at Santiago airport, which is 80 steps away from where I picked up my baggage in arrivals. There were a few army people at the airport in Punta Arenas but I did not see any here at Santiago airport.  My onward flight to Bogota is still scheduled with no glitches.

NOW ~ Onward to explore a bit of Colombia!