My three short, but incredible days in Namibia
We arrived in Walvis Bay (pronounced Wall fish) on Saturday morning and the US Embassy boarded our ship to give us a diplomatic briefing. Namibia is roughly the size of Texas, but with a population of 2 million. The vast majority of it is miles of sand dunes making up the Namib Desert. One of the really cool things is that the dunes literally come right up to the water. Namibia was long a German colony and continues to have a strong German presence. There are 12 official languages but the main 3 are: English, German and Africant (which is a mix of Dutch, German and a native tribal language). The original inhabitants of Namibia are the Ovahimba people who live in the Kalahari Desert to the east. While I did not have the opportunity to travel to their tribal lands (you have to take a plane), there were a number of women and children in traditional garb at a few of the places we went. Their traditional clothing is similar to that one might wear to a topless beach. They cover their skin and parts of their scalp with red clay to serve as protection from the sun. Because they do this so frequently, even when washed off, their dark skin still has a red tint.
I traveled with my fellow Livelong Learner, Hayley, the Communications Coordinator, Mark and one of the Resident Directors, Bradford. We began our adventure by going on the SAS run City Orientation of Swakopmund (a town about 30 miles north of Walvis Bay). Walvis Bay is a more industrial town- it’s port serves both all of Namibia and Angola. Swakopmund on the other hand is more of a tourist destination, but also a popular place to live for Namibians. We first went to a crystal museum where the largest Quartz crystal in the world is housed. Namibia’s main exports are uranium, salt and crystals. We then went to a rug making factory that was quite impressive. They start with the raw wool, wash it, dye it, spin it and then proceed to make incredible rugs in various sizes. You can even send in a picture and they can make an identical rug of it.
We wandered around Swakopmund that afternoon. It has a nice beach and because it was a Saturday all of the local children were out in the water. We went to a fantastic museum about Swakopmund and Namibian history- very well done. That evening we ended up at the Lighthouse Pub that overlooked the same beach. Ironically we had pizza and burgers. I have to say for being neighbors with South Africa, a famous wine country, all of the wine I tried in Namibia was terrible! Then again, most people go to Namibia for the German beer. We really lucked out with a great hotel that night with a balcony that overlooked the ocean where we got to watch the sun set.
The next day we woke early and had a traditional European breakfast at the hotel- it reminded me of Ireland. A van picked us up and we made our way back to Walvis Bay for a catamaran. We had an incredible three hour trip on the catamaran- it could hold probably about 45, but there were only 25 of us so we were able to move around quite a bit. We were the only Americans- mostly German tourists. A seal even came up on our boat and we got to pet it! We toured around the bay seeing islands full of seals, a fifty year old ship wreck and incredible views of the dunes from the water. We dined on oysters- one of the foods for which Namibia is famous. That afternoon we headed back to Swakopmund and hung out a terrific beach bar/shack while Mark had an interview with a local reporter.
The second night we stayed at Rossmund Golf Lodge about 5 km north of Swakopmund. After checking in, we hit some balls at the driving range and then went for a swim. At the clubhouse we met an SAS kid from San Francisco who actually plays golf for Willamette- small world! We went back into town for dinner that night and ran into a bunch of SASers who had great stories of their trips so far- Namibia is a huge Adventure Sports place with skydiving, parasailing, dune surfing, sand dune buggies, etc. We tried Ostrich for dinner- very good actually, and again some terrible wine, haha. Our bungalows that night at the lodge were great except for the lack of air conditioning- it was quite warm!
We awoke early the next day for our 8 o’clock tee time. Hayley’s dad and brother are big time golfers (her brother almost went pro) however she has never played. Nonetheless she made a great golf cart driver and helped me with some of my putting. The boys are both decent golfers, but not very serious. Fortunately, it was cloudy for the first nine- keeping it slightly cooler before the sun really came out for the second nine. The clubhouse is closed on Mondays so we were literally some of the only people out on the course. When looking at it, it really looks like an oasis of green with desert on all four sides. We joked that we felt like we were on safari because the course was covered with herds of Onyx (like a small antelope) and various types of birds. I didn’t keep score, but nonetheless it was fun to golf in Namibia!
After our long game it was time to head back to the ship. Today is our only day on the ship before we get to South Africa where we will spend five days. More to come soon!! Love always, Rose.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Greetings from the Equator!!
Tuesday at about 3:30pm we passed the 0 degrees latitude commonly known as the equator. The captain came on the loud speaker and said that because of the swells we would not be able to see the actual line, but to look for it nonetheless, haha. Monday we celebrated Neptune Day to mark our crossing-although it didn’t happen till today. Various traditions of Neptune date back to the 16th century when navies crossed the equator. People who have not crossed it by boat are called “pollywogs” and those who have are called “shellbacks.” Classes were cancelled for the day- which was fortunate because at 7am the crew came through the halls banging pots and pans while shouting. Festivities began at 9am with a parade. All Shellbacks were painted green and had various forms of togas on. The weather was incredible all day long! The initiation of a Pollywog involved standing in the kiddie pool while having green colored water “fish guts” poured on you. Then you had to kiss Kind Neptune’s ring (the captain) and bow to the queen. Before jumping in the pool to clean off, you had to literally kiss a dead fish that someone was holding. After climbing out of the pool, a Pollywog then is knighted by another person and officially becomes a Shellback. I’m actually in the middle of a cold, so I did not participate in the activities, but served as a loyal spectator. The die-hards then go on to have their heads shaved. Altogether I think about 50 guys and 15 girls shaved their heads! Needless to say, I still have my hair.
I am becoming more and more involved with activities on the ship. I am the “mother” to a group of 8 students in the extended family program- 6 girls and 2 boys. We all had dinner together the other day and played a few games. They were all very nice and excited to join the family- notably one girl is from Jackson Hole and goes to Santa Clara and another one is an Alpha Chi at Bucknell. Later this week we are going to have a scavenger hunt. Thanks to Molly and Bridget, I have lots of great art supplies to make fun signs and invitations for them- reliving my days as a fourth grade teacher :-)
My fellow Lifelong Learner Hayley and I are also participating in the Vicarious Voyage program. We were paired up with a 4th/5th grade science/social studies class in Houston! It is an alternative learning school called The Joy School. Hayley is from just outside of Houston so hopefully we will be able to visit the classroom at the beginning of June while I’m at Institute. The teacher went on SAS herself while she was in college and is very enthusiastic. Hayley and I have both been busy collecting things from Spain and Morocco to send to the kiddies. They wrote us letters the other day that were adorable! Hayley taught 2nd grade the last two years, so between the two of us, I think we will do a good job of sending our experience back to The Joy School.
Lastly, I’m also serving on the Olympics Committee and Student Council. We have the Sea Olympics in-between Mauritius and India. It is an all day long event in which all of the “seas” compete against one another. Each sea is basically one of the halls and then all of the faculty/staff/ LLLs are on one team together- I am one of their representatives. While most of the seas have normal names- the Yellow Sea, the Mediterranean Sea, the Arctic Sea, etc., our group is called the Oddies-C. I also get to attend the student council meetings with another woman on behalf of the LLLs and learn about shipboard events, plans, etc. The topic of the first meeting revolved around the problem of there not being peanut butter at the lunch service… I’ll keep you posted on other breaking news. To be honest though, I think the majority of us realize how extremely fortunate we are to be on this voyage and don’t get caught up in such small stuff.
Catching up on Morocco!!
I truly enjoyed my time in Morocco, even though it was cut a day short because of bad weather in Gibraltar. The first two days I went on an SAS trip to Marrakech and Ourika Valley and had the third day to explore Casablanca. Our bus ride to Marrakech was about 3.5 hours long, but greatly interesting. We traversed through the large metropolis of Casablanca to pastures filled with sheep. Morocco is quite fertile for being so close to the Sahara. The main exports are phosphates (for fertilizers), oranges and tomatoes. Some of the soil is clay like though and the rural homes are made out of adobe- similar to Native American homes in the southwest. The land also reminded me of Ireland in that the people cleared the field of rocks and made fences out of them. Not to brag, but the Irish made better walls. :-) I really enjoyed getting to see the shepherds out with their small herds. I wasn’t exactly sure why someone would look after only a dozen sheep or so and I had varying answers: to make sure they weren’t lost or stolen, to keep away predators, and to ensure they only eat the best kinds of grass. It was neat to see such a completely un-touristy site. Most of the small clusters of adobe homes did not have electricity and if they did, it was a single wire carried out from the highway to one of their homes.
Morocco was long a French colony and thus Arabic and French are the two main languages, followed by Berber. Arriving in Marrakech we first ventured to a famous garden of a French furniture maker. In his day, he was known far and wide for his extraordinary collection of plants- I think there were over 1,000 different kinds of plants in the garden- including almost every variety of cacti. Funny enough, there was also a memorial for Yves Saint Laurent, the designer, who spent much time in the garden during his life and had his ashes spread there about his death last June. Next we visited one of the palaces of Marrakech- my understanding is that it is still owned and utilized by the royal family. However, despite royal wealth and the many tourists paying to see it, it sadly was not well kept at all. No furnishings or rugs- the main attractions were incredible mosaics and tile work. Though it was quite impressive, it doesn’t hold a candle to the Alhambra in Granada.
We then ventured on into the Medina of Marrakech- the Medina is a large wall holding the old part of the city- probably about 2 miles by 2 miles. Inside is the biggest mosque in the city, the main square, the Souks (the vendors) as well as a Club Med and other hotels, haha. The driving in Morocco is absolutely unbelievable!!! First of all, similar to most places other than the US, all of the cars are very small- a mini would be considered a larger sedan. Secondly, mopeds/scooters weave in and out of traffic at their leisure. Thirdly, there is NO space in-between cars. Our huge bus would literally pull up about 10 inches from the petite vehicle or bike in front of us. I cannot believe I didn’t witness any accidents, but I hear they do have a rather high rate. Nonetheless, it was truly something else- do not rent a car in Morocco!
In the Medina we first visited a public library before trekking by the Mosque to the square. Non-Muslims are only allowed in specific mosques at specific times and unfortunately, we were unable to go in. The town square was truly something else! Granted much of the spectacle was directed towards the many American and European tourists there, it still was cool to see. Monkeys, serpents rising from baskets, music, henna tattoos, storytelling, dancing, etc.
We had a delightful lunch at a neat restaurant that overlooked the plaza. We dined on traditional Moroccan grub- An eggplant and pico de gallo salad, a lamb with prunes and nuts main course, and plain yogurt for dessert. The main courses are served in a dish called a “Tajin.” It’s a clay plate with a lip around it with a teepee looking top part that is removed once the meal is served. Traditionally, the food is cooked in this clay “pot” over embers- but nowadays it’s usually just served in one.
After our dinner we ventured with our two guides into the Souks. I have no idea how many miles and miles of small meandering passageways make out the Souks and I am quite certain there is no map- it would be nearly impossible to make one. These narrow and sometimes medieval looking roads are bordered by shop after shop selling anything from dried fruit, to cow brain, to tourist magnets, to local pottery and more! As if these crowded streets, often lined with those less fortunate asking for money, weren’t crowded enough- people ride their bikes and motor scooters through them at full speed. It was crazy! I can’t believe I didn’t see anyone get hurt. Our guide took us to three specific shops, where I think he got a kickback from what we bought. We first went to a pharmacy where they ushered us into a backroom filled with seats and lined with hundreds of jars filled with who knows what. Clearly a tourist production, a guy came out with two assistants and promptly put on a show explaining their products. I thought no one would buy anything and it would be an awkward goodbye, but to my surprise- much of my group ended up buying random remedies and teas. I bought a few containers of saffron to bring home, but that’s it. As we checked out other shops, I also bought a small carved wooden rabbit :-) and a very mini “Tajin.”
We then headed to our hotel to clean up before dinner. I was paired up with a student from Quinnipiac who was very nice, however I felt terrible for her as she ended up rather ill from something she ate. The hotel was okay, nothing to go on about. At 8:30 our bus picked us up again and we travelled about 30 minutes out into the country to our dinner. Somewhere in-between Disneyland and Moroccan Medieval Times, we found ourselves at a huge venue with dozens of other tourist groups to witness the reenactment of traditional Moroccan life. Although I must say it was very well planned out and we didn’t even realize how many other people were there until we all left at the end. We walked through a line of gun toting men on horses into a fake cave to replicate where Moroccans used to keep their loot. We then walked through about 8 different groups of men and women each dressed in different traditional Moroccan wear. These same groups later came into our dining room and sang, drummed, hollered, and danced for us. Our dining room resembled the inside of a royal tent. We dined on more traditional Moroccan food-Bread, a tomato salad, a meatball with fried egg and tomato sauce dish, and then a large Tajin with chicken, vegetables and couscous, and for dessert- oranges. After dinner we made our way out to a large stadium where we witnessed belly dancing, men doing tricks on horses while the horses are running at full speed, camels, dancing, horses charging and men shooting off guns and a traditional Moroccan parade. It was truly a spectacle, but also kind of cool to see as I think it was rather accurate to the old days.
The next day our bus picked us up and we headed up into Ourika valley in the mountains outside of Marrakech. Again we were able to witness locals going about their everyday lives. We stopped at one Berber home- made more out of mud than adobe and saw a very primitive, but still in use, grain mill. They also had a small shop where I purchased a small stone carved rabbit J. We visited another Berber home and participated in a traditional tea service. Mint tea with sugar is the drink of choice in this Muslim country. While visiting this home, which also had their cows living just outside of the kitchen, I also got to use my first squat toilet- enough said. On the way back into town we had the opportunity to stop at a local school. It was actually a charter school with an emphasis on the study of nature. The principal said that the poorest in the community have the opportunity to attend. They are realistic in their studies and in middle school begin to focus on trades- handcrafts for the women and agriculture for the men. In the schools, the students learn classical Arabic, French and also how to properly write the common Arabic that they first learned. On a side note- there is skiing in Morocco! We passed the road up to the ski area while up in the mountains- I also took pictures of the snow covered hills.
We returned to Marrakech and to the main square for lunch. It was actually my favorite Moroccan meal of all. We started with a tomato salad with hard-boiled eggs and olives, and then a tajin with potatoes, green olives and chicken baked with a salty saffron sauce- I loved it! Lastly, we tried orange sections in orange juice sprinkled with cinnamon for dessert. After lunch, I picked up a few trinkets to send back to my vicarious voyage classroom before we boarded the bus to return to Casablanca. I spent that night on the ship- we would have gone out to see the town, but unfortunately the port is not centrally located and it was raining quite hard so we decided to stay in.
Our last day in Morocco a friend and I ventured into town and had lunch at Rick’s Café- it’s the restaurant from the movie Casablanca. I actually have not seen the movie, but it was very fun nonetheless. Also, the tech guy on our ship who is also a fairly famous guitar player was playing there that day so we got to listen to some great music with lunch. After that we wandered around a bit, unfortunately it was raining, and found a great souvenir shop where you don’t have to barter. I am not very good at bartering and usually don’t get a very good deal- so it was nice to just have the prices set out- which were all very fair. I actually didn’t get anything there, but my friend found a number of trinkets to spend his last “Durhams” on. It’s a big deal to get back to the ship on time- so we promptly made our way back after that.
More to come soon! Love always, Rose.
Tuesday at about 3:30pm we passed the 0 degrees latitude commonly known as the equator. The captain came on the loud speaker and said that because of the swells we would not be able to see the actual line, but to look for it nonetheless, haha. Monday we celebrated Neptune Day to mark our crossing-although it didn’t happen till today. Various traditions of Neptune date back to the 16th century when navies crossed the equator. People who have not crossed it by boat are called “pollywogs” and those who have are called “shellbacks.” Classes were cancelled for the day- which was fortunate because at 7am the crew came through the halls banging pots and pans while shouting. Festivities began at 9am with a parade. All Shellbacks were painted green and had various forms of togas on. The weather was incredible all day long! The initiation of a Pollywog involved standing in the kiddie pool while having green colored water “fish guts” poured on you. Then you had to kiss Kind Neptune’s ring (the captain) and bow to the queen. Before jumping in the pool to clean off, you had to literally kiss a dead fish that someone was holding. After climbing out of the pool, a Pollywog then is knighted by another person and officially becomes a Shellback. I’m actually in the middle of a cold, so I did not participate in the activities, but served as a loyal spectator. The die-hards then go on to have their heads shaved. Altogether I think about 50 guys and 15 girls shaved their heads! Needless to say, I still have my hair.
I am becoming more and more involved with activities on the ship. I am the “mother” to a group of 8 students in the extended family program- 6 girls and 2 boys. We all had dinner together the other day and played a few games. They were all very nice and excited to join the family- notably one girl is from Jackson Hole and goes to Santa Clara and another one is an Alpha Chi at Bucknell. Later this week we are going to have a scavenger hunt. Thanks to Molly and Bridget, I have lots of great art supplies to make fun signs and invitations for them- reliving my days as a fourth grade teacher :-)
My fellow Lifelong Learner Hayley and I are also participating in the Vicarious Voyage program. We were paired up with a 4th/5th grade science/social studies class in Houston! It is an alternative learning school called The Joy School. Hayley is from just outside of Houston so hopefully we will be able to visit the classroom at the beginning of June while I’m at Institute. The teacher went on SAS herself while she was in college and is very enthusiastic. Hayley and I have both been busy collecting things from Spain and Morocco to send to the kiddies. They wrote us letters the other day that were adorable! Hayley taught 2nd grade the last two years, so between the two of us, I think we will do a good job of sending our experience back to The Joy School.
Lastly, I’m also serving on the Olympics Committee and Student Council. We have the Sea Olympics in-between Mauritius and India. It is an all day long event in which all of the “seas” compete against one another. Each sea is basically one of the halls and then all of the faculty/staff/ LLLs are on one team together- I am one of their representatives. While most of the seas have normal names- the Yellow Sea, the Mediterranean Sea, the Arctic Sea, etc., our group is called the Oddies-C. I also get to attend the student council meetings with another woman on behalf of the LLLs and learn about shipboard events, plans, etc. The topic of the first meeting revolved around the problem of there not being peanut butter at the lunch service… I’ll keep you posted on other breaking news. To be honest though, I think the majority of us realize how extremely fortunate we are to be on this voyage and don’t get caught up in such small stuff.
Catching up on Morocco!!
I truly enjoyed my time in Morocco, even though it was cut a day short because of bad weather in Gibraltar. The first two days I went on an SAS trip to Marrakech and Ourika Valley and had the third day to explore Casablanca. Our bus ride to Marrakech was about 3.5 hours long, but greatly interesting. We traversed through the large metropolis of Casablanca to pastures filled with sheep. Morocco is quite fertile for being so close to the Sahara. The main exports are phosphates (for fertilizers), oranges and tomatoes. Some of the soil is clay like though and the rural homes are made out of adobe- similar to Native American homes in the southwest. The land also reminded me of Ireland in that the people cleared the field of rocks and made fences out of them. Not to brag, but the Irish made better walls. :-) I really enjoyed getting to see the shepherds out with their small herds. I wasn’t exactly sure why someone would look after only a dozen sheep or so and I had varying answers: to make sure they weren’t lost or stolen, to keep away predators, and to ensure they only eat the best kinds of grass. It was neat to see such a completely un-touristy site. Most of the small clusters of adobe homes did not have electricity and if they did, it was a single wire carried out from the highway to one of their homes.
Morocco was long a French colony and thus Arabic and French are the two main languages, followed by Berber. Arriving in Marrakech we first ventured to a famous garden of a French furniture maker. In his day, he was known far and wide for his extraordinary collection of plants- I think there were over 1,000 different kinds of plants in the garden- including almost every variety of cacti. Funny enough, there was also a memorial for Yves Saint Laurent, the designer, who spent much time in the garden during his life and had his ashes spread there about his death last June. Next we visited one of the palaces of Marrakech- my understanding is that it is still owned and utilized by the royal family. However, despite royal wealth and the many tourists paying to see it, it sadly was not well kept at all. No furnishings or rugs- the main attractions were incredible mosaics and tile work. Though it was quite impressive, it doesn’t hold a candle to the Alhambra in Granada.
We then ventured on into the Medina of Marrakech- the Medina is a large wall holding the old part of the city- probably about 2 miles by 2 miles. Inside is the biggest mosque in the city, the main square, the Souks (the vendors) as well as a Club Med and other hotels, haha. The driving in Morocco is absolutely unbelievable!!! First of all, similar to most places other than the US, all of the cars are very small- a mini would be considered a larger sedan. Secondly, mopeds/scooters weave in and out of traffic at their leisure. Thirdly, there is NO space in-between cars. Our huge bus would literally pull up about 10 inches from the petite vehicle or bike in front of us. I cannot believe I didn’t witness any accidents, but I hear they do have a rather high rate. Nonetheless, it was truly something else- do not rent a car in Morocco!
In the Medina we first visited a public library before trekking by the Mosque to the square. Non-Muslims are only allowed in specific mosques at specific times and unfortunately, we were unable to go in. The town square was truly something else! Granted much of the spectacle was directed towards the many American and European tourists there, it still was cool to see. Monkeys, serpents rising from baskets, music, henna tattoos, storytelling, dancing, etc.
We had a delightful lunch at a neat restaurant that overlooked the plaza. We dined on traditional Moroccan grub- An eggplant and pico de gallo salad, a lamb with prunes and nuts main course, and plain yogurt for dessert. The main courses are served in a dish called a “Tajin.” It’s a clay plate with a lip around it with a teepee looking top part that is removed once the meal is served. Traditionally, the food is cooked in this clay “pot” over embers- but nowadays it’s usually just served in one.
After our dinner we ventured with our two guides into the Souks. I have no idea how many miles and miles of small meandering passageways make out the Souks and I am quite certain there is no map- it would be nearly impossible to make one. These narrow and sometimes medieval looking roads are bordered by shop after shop selling anything from dried fruit, to cow brain, to tourist magnets, to local pottery and more! As if these crowded streets, often lined with those less fortunate asking for money, weren’t crowded enough- people ride their bikes and motor scooters through them at full speed. It was crazy! I can’t believe I didn’t see anyone get hurt. Our guide took us to three specific shops, where I think he got a kickback from what we bought. We first went to a pharmacy where they ushered us into a backroom filled with seats and lined with hundreds of jars filled with who knows what. Clearly a tourist production, a guy came out with two assistants and promptly put on a show explaining their products. I thought no one would buy anything and it would be an awkward goodbye, but to my surprise- much of my group ended up buying random remedies and teas. I bought a few containers of saffron to bring home, but that’s it. As we checked out other shops, I also bought a small carved wooden rabbit :-) and a very mini “Tajin.”
We then headed to our hotel to clean up before dinner. I was paired up with a student from Quinnipiac who was very nice, however I felt terrible for her as she ended up rather ill from something she ate. The hotel was okay, nothing to go on about. At 8:30 our bus picked us up again and we travelled about 30 minutes out into the country to our dinner. Somewhere in-between Disneyland and Moroccan Medieval Times, we found ourselves at a huge venue with dozens of other tourist groups to witness the reenactment of traditional Moroccan life. Although I must say it was very well planned out and we didn’t even realize how many other people were there until we all left at the end. We walked through a line of gun toting men on horses into a fake cave to replicate where Moroccans used to keep their loot. We then walked through about 8 different groups of men and women each dressed in different traditional Moroccan wear. These same groups later came into our dining room and sang, drummed, hollered, and danced for us. Our dining room resembled the inside of a royal tent. We dined on more traditional Moroccan food-Bread, a tomato salad, a meatball with fried egg and tomato sauce dish, and then a large Tajin with chicken, vegetables and couscous, and for dessert- oranges. After dinner we made our way out to a large stadium where we witnessed belly dancing, men doing tricks on horses while the horses are running at full speed, camels, dancing, horses charging and men shooting off guns and a traditional Moroccan parade. It was truly a spectacle, but also kind of cool to see as I think it was rather accurate to the old days.
The next day our bus picked us up and we headed up into Ourika valley in the mountains outside of Marrakech. Again we were able to witness locals going about their everyday lives. We stopped at one Berber home- made more out of mud than adobe and saw a very primitive, but still in use, grain mill. They also had a small shop where I purchased a small stone carved rabbit J. We visited another Berber home and participated in a traditional tea service. Mint tea with sugar is the drink of choice in this Muslim country. While visiting this home, which also had their cows living just outside of the kitchen, I also got to use my first squat toilet- enough said. On the way back into town we had the opportunity to stop at a local school. It was actually a charter school with an emphasis on the study of nature. The principal said that the poorest in the community have the opportunity to attend. They are realistic in their studies and in middle school begin to focus on trades- handcrafts for the women and agriculture for the men. In the schools, the students learn classical Arabic, French and also how to properly write the common Arabic that they first learned. On a side note- there is skiing in Morocco! We passed the road up to the ski area while up in the mountains- I also took pictures of the snow covered hills.
We returned to Marrakech and to the main square for lunch. It was actually my favorite Moroccan meal of all. We started with a tomato salad with hard-boiled eggs and olives, and then a tajin with potatoes, green olives and chicken baked with a salty saffron sauce- I loved it! Lastly, we tried orange sections in orange juice sprinkled with cinnamon for dessert. After lunch, I picked up a few trinkets to send back to my vicarious voyage classroom before we boarded the bus to return to Casablanca. I spent that night on the ship- we would have gone out to see the town, but unfortunately the port is not centrally located and it was raining quite hard so we decided to stay in.
Our last day in Morocco a friend and I ventured into town and had lunch at Rick’s Café- it’s the restaurant from the movie Casablanca. I actually have not seen the movie, but it was very fun nonetheless. Also, the tech guy on our ship who is also a fairly famous guitar player was playing there that day so we got to listen to some great music with lunch. After that we wandered around a bit, unfortunately it was raining, and found a great souvenir shop where you don’t have to barter. I am not very good at bartering and usually don’t get a very good deal- so it was nice to just have the prices set out- which were all very fair. I actually didn’t get anything there, but my friend found a number of trinkets to spend his last “Durhams” on. It’s a big deal to get back to the ship on time- so we promptly made our way back after that.
More to come soon! Love always, Rose.
Monday, February 2, 2009
So much to catch up on….
So I met a man in Spain and we’re engaged… hahaha, just kidding. Spain was a blast and I was thankful to have the opportunity to visit some places I had been before and see new ones. The stretch between the Bahamas and Spain included 7 straight days of classes- no weekends for us! My typical day on the ship begins with the Global Studies class from 9:20-10:35- the entire ship attends this class. This is the class that preps us for our upcoming ports and often features guest speakers from the country who sail with us for a few days. The lecturer for Spain was a University of Virginia professor of Spanish named David Geis- he was a hoot! In fact, he was knighted by the Spanish king for all of his contributions to spreading Spanish culture- he has authored a number of books.
Our days are lettered A and B days- needless to say I have more or less forgotten the normal Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. On A days I am taking a class about Islam and politics followed by an International Strategic Management class. The later is far more interesting and is taught by a delightful British woman. On B days I have been sitting in on a variety of classes- unfortunately because the classrooms are rather small, we can’t check all of them out. Most of all, I feel like I have learned a lot about Islam and the history of northern Africa. At first it was hard to stay awake in class with the rocking of the ship, but I’m doing well now.
We were blessed with fantastic weather in Spain! The first day my friend Nichole and I walked around Cadiz and took in the sights- it’s a beach town on a peninsula. We were very brave and ordered the “tapas variadas” for lunch- a variety of local cuisine: fried sardines, risotto with lamb, fish egg sausage with pineapple in a cream sauce, oysters with salsa. That night we went to a flamenco show with SAS. It was way out in the country at a ranch with a little corral complete with seats. They did traditional flamenco dancing with a horse (a very well trained one) out in the corral. Then they had a mini-bullfight. A bull ran out who was not much bigger than Guinness and one of the students yelled out the funny nickname “Killer.” Obviously no swords were involved and the bull returned to his mother unharmed- after trying to a couple of naps during the show. We then went inside for sangria and tapas and more flamenco dancing. That night we went out to a couple bars in Cadiz and had a good time.
The next morning my fellow lifelong learner Hayley and two students, Josh and Maverick, went on an SAS trip to see the white towns of the south. We first visited Arcos De La Frontera which looked out on a valley and then on to Ronda- also on a cliff. We had a lunch of traditional food- pork, rice, French fries and a soup with egg and ham. We then split from the group to find our hotel. David Geis had told us about a great hotel named the Parador. There are 83 of them altogether- like McMenamins, most of them are old buildings that have been redone. We got a great internet special and were able to stay at the Parador right on the famous cliff. We wandered the streets of Ronda and took in the sights. The next day we took a 2 hour bus to Seville. Unfortunately we got a little lost trying to find our hostel- but it served as a great way to see the city. We went out for a traditional Spanish dinner that night- we tried paella (the national dish of spain- rice with saffron and a myriad of seafood) and traditional sausages. We went out a little bit that night- the streets were packed with US students studying abroad in Seville. The next morning we toured the Palace and hoped to see the Cathedral- but unfortunately didn’t get to. I had seen the palace before, but it was neat to see it again- lots of Arabian tile work! We boarded a bus back to Cadiz to make sure we weren’t late- you get “dock time” for being late which means at the next port you have to stay on the ship for a while.
We only had one day on the ship between Cadiz and Casablanca, but we stopped in Gibraltar to fuel. There ended up being a big storm, so we had to stay overnight anchored in Gibraltar until the seas were calm enough to bring the fuel out to us. Some of the students thought we had stayed there just so we would get enough television reception to watch the SuperBowl- but that wasn’t the case, haha. We did get a foggy reception and about 300 people stayed up until 1:30am when it started. So we ended up losing one of our days in Casablanca, but there isn’t much we could do about it. Fortunately, it doesn’t affect my main trip which leaves tomorrow morning. More to come on Morocco soon!! I love you all lots!!
So I met a man in Spain and we’re engaged… hahaha, just kidding. Spain was a blast and I was thankful to have the opportunity to visit some places I had been before and see new ones. The stretch between the Bahamas and Spain included 7 straight days of classes- no weekends for us! My typical day on the ship begins with the Global Studies class from 9:20-10:35- the entire ship attends this class. This is the class that preps us for our upcoming ports and often features guest speakers from the country who sail with us for a few days. The lecturer for Spain was a University of Virginia professor of Spanish named David Geis- he was a hoot! In fact, he was knighted by the Spanish king for all of his contributions to spreading Spanish culture- he has authored a number of books.
Our days are lettered A and B days- needless to say I have more or less forgotten the normal Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. On A days I am taking a class about Islam and politics followed by an International Strategic Management class. The later is far more interesting and is taught by a delightful British woman. On B days I have been sitting in on a variety of classes- unfortunately because the classrooms are rather small, we can’t check all of them out. Most of all, I feel like I have learned a lot about Islam and the history of northern Africa. At first it was hard to stay awake in class with the rocking of the ship, but I’m doing well now.
We were blessed with fantastic weather in Spain! The first day my friend Nichole and I walked around Cadiz and took in the sights- it’s a beach town on a peninsula. We were very brave and ordered the “tapas variadas” for lunch- a variety of local cuisine: fried sardines, risotto with lamb, fish egg sausage with pineapple in a cream sauce, oysters with salsa. That night we went to a flamenco show with SAS. It was way out in the country at a ranch with a little corral complete with seats. They did traditional flamenco dancing with a horse (a very well trained one) out in the corral. Then they had a mini-bullfight. A bull ran out who was not much bigger than Guinness and one of the students yelled out the funny nickname “Killer.” Obviously no swords were involved and the bull returned to his mother unharmed- after trying to a couple of naps during the show. We then went inside for sangria and tapas and more flamenco dancing. That night we went out to a couple bars in Cadiz and had a good time.
The next morning my fellow lifelong learner Hayley and two students, Josh and Maverick, went on an SAS trip to see the white towns of the south. We first visited Arcos De La Frontera which looked out on a valley and then on to Ronda- also on a cliff. We had a lunch of traditional food- pork, rice, French fries and a soup with egg and ham. We then split from the group to find our hotel. David Geis had told us about a great hotel named the Parador. There are 83 of them altogether- like McMenamins, most of them are old buildings that have been redone. We got a great internet special and were able to stay at the Parador right on the famous cliff. We wandered the streets of Ronda and took in the sights. The next day we took a 2 hour bus to Seville. Unfortunately we got a little lost trying to find our hostel- but it served as a great way to see the city. We went out for a traditional Spanish dinner that night- we tried paella (the national dish of spain- rice with saffron and a myriad of seafood) and traditional sausages. We went out a little bit that night- the streets were packed with US students studying abroad in Seville. The next morning we toured the Palace and hoped to see the Cathedral- but unfortunately didn’t get to. I had seen the palace before, but it was neat to see it again- lots of Arabian tile work! We boarded a bus back to Cadiz to make sure we weren’t late- you get “dock time” for being late which means at the next port you have to stay on the ship for a while.
We only had one day on the ship between Cadiz and Casablanca, but we stopped in Gibraltar to fuel. There ended up being a big storm, so we had to stay overnight anchored in Gibraltar until the seas were calm enough to bring the fuel out to us. Some of the students thought we had stayed there just so we would get enough television reception to watch the SuperBowl- but that wasn’t the case, haha. We did get a foggy reception and about 300 people stayed up until 1:30am when it started. So we ended up losing one of our days in Casablanca, but there isn’t much we could do about it. Fortunately, it doesn’t affect my main trip which leaves tomorrow morning. More to come on Morocco soon!! I love you all lots!!
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