Monday 31 December 2012

Happy New Yeeeaarrr!




Thursday 29 November 2012

Life in the Caribbean


Well, imagine is raining, and it is already end of November, sitting at the veranda writing this post. The only difference is that the temperature is 30'C and the rain lasts only for 10-15 minutes. And this is one of the last, because 'summer' approaches soon and rain will come back again next summer eerm winter eeem summer or winter? Anyway, I am sure you know what I mean by all this. This is the south hemisphere, somewhere close to the tropic of cancer, in the south Caribbean sea where life gracefully brought me here.


It is almost 6 weeks since I arrived in Martinique and the more time goes the more I like it. I work at the upgrade of the one and only power plant in the island. Work is going well and I think I have already manage to absorb what is new and start applying it to practice. New types of work, new people, new house, new environments, I am excited! As a fresher in the island, in weekends, I tend to explore certain regions and I have discovered some precious locations, similar to those in postcards. I also start to learn the locals, this weird mix of afro-caribbean and french cultures. They have their own perceptions, their own beliefs and history and arts and music, blended in a special way with one of the largest european cultures, the french. This is my first time living within a black (modern) community, and my intentions are to understand them and respect them as they respect me. I am full of energy to face anything that comes across, good or bad, rain or sunshine, dream or reality.




LondOFF



For the palm trees...



the beach...



and beautiful sunsets



So the last few weeks, I have been exploring this Caribbean island, whenever I get some free time. My base is a beautiful home in Scholecher at the outskirts of Fort-de-France, the capital of Martinique. I am taking it easy, during the week I have only time to see the sunset while returning back from work. Work takes most of my time here but despite that I have adapted well after 9 whole months of work break. I have made new friends, there are some new people around me of multicultural nature, plus the one and only, the guy who invited me here, my co-traveller in the RTW trip, Spyros a.k.a Loufos. We have worked closely (in distance) when at More London, now we work together. Funny to see ourselves from the tree houses in Lao few months ago to work together here in Martinique. He is a great friend and now a great colleague. 



New home at Schoelcher, Martinique



One of the first expeditions, apart from the beaches, was to conquer the highest peak of the island, the volcano Pelee. Located at the north part of the island, the volcano erupted violently 110 years ago claiming the lives of 30000 people in the town of Saint Pierre, the capital of the island back then. Saint Pierre was a rich in culture town, well known not only here but to the rest of the Caribbean. There were theatres, commercial buildings and markets and a harbor. In May 1902, pyroclastic lava pulverised the town and its people within minutes from the eruption. Bodies were found at peaceful positions, like they didn't even have realised what was happening. Everything happened so fast. One man only survived, a prisoner locked in a prison cell with no windows and air intakes. We visited a museum with photographs from the aftermath of the disaster, as well as items collected few days after. Shocking to see the bell melted by the immense heat of the lava. 

We saw the museum and went to start the climb up to the top, at the crater. We chose the fast but difficult way. It was around 3 hours return from the place we left the car, in a steep but well marked path. Unlucky that day, like most of the days, a thick cloud was sitting on top, preventing the views to the rest of the island and to the neighbouring Dominica. We reach (almost) the top and returned back, semi satisfied. A good reason to return there though. Will definitely try it again on a clear day.



View of Mont Pelée from Le Carbet



Saint Pierre_The remains of a pulverised theatre



Saint Pierre_Deformed



Saint Pierre remains two days after the disaster



Views from Mont Pelée



Morne Lacroix nearby the top



Couple of weekends ago we embarked with a catamaran for a sail to the south shores of the island. We left Trois Isles about 9 am and returned back just before dark. A kind of a touristic activity that I don't regret at all to have taken it. They offered plenty of drinks including endless planteur (a mix of rum and fruit juice, very popular here), really nice food on board, snorkeling gear, good music and good vibes. We visited some precious smaller beaches and circled the rocher du Diamant, a 175m high basalt island off the coast of Le Diamant beach. A great battle has happened here in 1803 between the French and the British, both claiming Martinique back then. The day continued by diving into some of the nicest waters I have ever dived, and exploring the coast from the sea. 
      


Rocher du Diamant (The Diamond rock)



Anse d'Arlet



Under and over water Caribbean beauty




Nek & Rg sailing



Progress in the capital of Martinique seems to have stopped somewhere in the 1970's. Feels like the buildings, the shops even the people take you few decades back although in a nice relaxed way. I had a stroll while looking for the markets and discovered a city that runs in a slow tempo, in its own unique way.

The few night bars that stay open till late have strombo and disco lights and artificial smoke to fix up the mood. The music is usually a mix of ragga and dub with black vocals while women perform the 90 degrees dance to their partners. :) The drinks are almost standard mojito or caipirinha and some local beers. It is still fun. We have been also to some private parties, that happen quite often, in villas away from the public eye. Bars and clubs are only few, people preefer their pools and bbqs in private. Nothing to blame.




Fort-de-France_Downtown



Fort-de-France_The fruits market



Fort-de-France_Cool façade



Fort-de-France_Cool façade (2)



Fort-de-France_Foot bridge



Fort-de-France_Graffiti



Fort Saint Louis



Last Sunday we did an excursion to Presqu'île de la Caravelle, the only protected natural reserve in the island. It is the peninsula that sticks out to the Atlantic. There someone can visit the château Dubuc, a kind of castle used in the past either to accommodate the goods the pirates have stolen or later to receive the slaves from West Africa. A small museum shows pictures of the treatment the slaves have had when they arrived here. Shocking... I'm happy that since then the world has changed to better in regards to this atrocity called slavery.




Château Dubuc



Château Dubuc and the Atlantic




Slavery memorial (1)



Slavery memorial (2)



Le route de l'esclave, déportés africains 



The reserve offers opportunities for some fine walks into the nature, into some pure tropical forest mixed with lagoons and sandy beaches. Very clearly marked, the walks vary from 1 to 4 hours paths that circle the presquille. I believe this is one of the most beautiful areas in the island. We saw some incredible trees submerged into the sea water and their branches and roots offered an eye watering psychedelic parenthesis to the green and blue landscape. Always keeping in mind for the highly venomous Martiniquan viper snakes that future in the regional flag too. It was a beautiful day out and certainly I will return there to do the longer path when I get the chance.



Presqu'île de la Caravelle_Lagoon



Presqu'île de la Caravelle_Psychedelic walk 




Presqu'île de la Caravelle_Dream or reality?




Presqu'île de la Caravelle natural reserve



There are more to discover here and I tend to take it easy not to run out of new places quickly. A visit to neighbouring, english speaking, Santa Lucia island is under discussion and I hope we can make it there at some point. Flights and connections around the region are not highly available except if you want to visit Dominica or the more primitive Guadeloupe. There are a lot to discover still and I'm happy. Xmas almost here and it's strange to experience that under 30oC by the beach. :) 



Wish you all the very best of life


From Martinique




NeKtaRioS




p.s and Happy Christmas!





Frogs feast at our cats plates...




The viper flag of Martinique



And for those unaware where Martinique is   :) 
         

Wednesday 24 October 2012

Vive la Martinique!

With love from the 'Island of Flowers'!


Les Salines, Martinique







34 and counting....


N



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p.s check the king of cadence-lypso from neighboring Dominica.. Great spirit..

                                   

Thursday 27 September 2012

10000 clicks special [India-Nepal'09]

This is a special edition post to commemorate the first 10,000 clicks landmark of this blog! I am delighted to see that this link has been already loaded 10,200 times at the time of writing this post. Considering not much have happened since August, I decided to create a post from an epic trip back in 2009 when we embarked for a journey through northern India and Nepal. The plan was to travel from New Delhi to Varanasi and then to Nepal. From Pokhara to the Himalayan Annapurna trail, then Kathmandu, then fly back to New Delhi and back to Europe. All this in about 17 days..  



Tour map



We arrived in Delhi in immense heat, and considering I had left London only few hours ago with cold and rain pouring, it was a kind of a shock to get off the plane and feel the 40oC heat on my skin. We met our friend Aris who was living in Delhi already 6 months teaching at a local school. Knowing the city, he suggested few site seeing tours and monuments to visit. We got our tuk-tuks and got submerged in the mad mad traffic of New Delhi. We visited the famous Bahai Lotus temple which people comparing it with Sydney's Opera house. From there we visited a world heritage site, the Humayun tombs, built around 1,600AD. Someone could sense the Persian influence to the architecture. The complex was large and it took us few hours to explore it in full.  




New Delhi_Bahai Lotus temple



New Delhi_Isa Khan's tomb



New Delhi_Isa Khan's mosque



New Delhi_Humayun tomb



New Delhi_Humayun tomb interior



New Delhi_Dealing with tuk-tuk drivers



We left New Delhi to start our much anticipated planned journey. We got tickets for the train to Varanasi and the same day we were already on board. The train journey supposed to take around 11 hours, but in fact took 12 and a half hours to arrive to our destination. That was a train ride I will never forget. A low speed 'sleeper' train, with fans for air conditioning and some missing windows. We could go between the wagons and smoke at the open doors. I could actually sit at the doors while the train was running and stare at the night sky. A trip to remember...  



New Delhi_Train to Varanasi



Arrivied in Varanasi at morning and we embarked for the difficult task to find a decent place to stay. It took us about 2 hours to find something. All the guest houses we saw were at an awful state. Every single we visited was worse than the previous others. And with the immense sun above us it was not a pleasant experience. Luckily enough we found 'Mama'. A nice Sikh lady which offered us her large house to accommodate us. Thankfully, she also provided us with food as the local restaurants and street food sellers were serving mainly fried unidentified objects...    



'Mama' and her husband



Varanasi_Lunch at Mama's



We visited the silk district, a place were saris and clothing and other fabrics were made. Mama's cousin showed us around. Then of course he took us to his shop trying to sell his stuff.  Interested tour, we bought some bargains and continued to river Ganga.



Varanasi_Saris on sale



Varanasi_Workers at the silk district



Varanasi, also known as Benares, is one of the oldest, constantly inhabited cities on earth. It widely known as the holy city of India. Pilgrims from all over India come here to take a bath at the holy waters of the river Ganges. Hindus consider the water of the Ganges both pure and purifying, despite the fact that it is considered as one of the five most polluted rivers in the world.. By bathing here however, Hindus are not necessarily attempt to remove physical dirt but symbolic 'dirt'. Its waters wipe away the sins of the bathers, not just of the present but of a lifetime. 

The city is built at the east river bank. Everything happens at the east bank of the river, bathing, ceremonies, cremations and any kind of spiritual activity. We spent hours waking along its banks, the so called ghats.  



Varanasi_East of the river Ganges



Varanasi_Lazy cows


Varanasi_Cobra charmer




Varanasi_Local hucksters



Varanasi_Vishwanath temple



Next day morning some (brave) of us, woke up early to take a row boat and experience the sunrise and its smooth light over the ghat buildings. I say brave because what we were about to experience was not for the faint hearted. Paddling through the dirty holy waters, we saw cremations and groups of people silently mourning for their dead. The dead were being wrapped in cloth and covered with wood for burning. At the cremations points, the burning ghats, you could smell the burning human flesh. Those who are lucky enough to be cremated at the banks of Varanasi are granted instant salvation. Salvation can also be achieved even if death has occurred elsewhere, considering the ashes of the burned body are thrown in the waters of Ganges.

It was personally difficult to digest all this. How can you consider its water pure when the large concentrations of coliform bacteria are almost 120 times more than the official permissible? How can you have people died from leprosy, bitten by snakes, people who committed suicide or pregnant women thrown unburned(!) into the river to disintegrate? It is a fine line between reality and spirituality. There is no clean or not clean for the Hindus, there is holy or not holy. And this applies not only for the Ganges waters. I will avoid writing about the hygienic standards at the city, as it can become very uncomfortable reading about it...      



Varanasi_Sunrise at the river Ganges



Varanasi_Beautiful Hindu architecture



Varanasi_Holy dip



Varanasi_Ahilya ghat



Varanasi_Manikarnika burning ghat



Varanasi_Another burning ghat



Varanasi_Paddling through the 'holy' waters



We tried to discover a bit more of Varanasi, apart from the Ganges. It is a busy city, flooded with tourists, pilgrims, locals, motorbikes, cars, tuk-tuks, pedestrians, cows and many other types of paraphernalia. We hired a driver and went to the outskirts of the city to visit a Buddhist temple at Sarnath. Despite the Hindu population, there is a growing number of Buddhists in the region. We visited the monastery and... at last some peace!
     


Varanasi_Downtown




Varanasi_Buddhist temple at Sarnath



Varanasi_Novice monks praying



After few days of experiencing the extremes of Varanasi we took another train to go north. Our train arrived three hours late, at 3.30 in the morning. Three hours at Varanasi train station that I will never forget for reasons I will not expand here... Next day morning we arrived at the city of Gorakhpur at the eastern part of Uttar Pradesh region, near Nepal. From there we hired the most dangerous driver in the world to takes us to the border. After playing with death several times on the way and a break down, we finally arrived at the border of Nepal.   



On the way to the border



Still going...



India ends- Nepal starts



From the moment we stepped in Nepal soils everything suddenly became quieter and peaceful. Someone could sense that this is not India anymore, even if it was just on the other side of the border. The people were more relaxed, the mess was less and our driver was driving the van as normal.. After few hours driving, we left behind the low plains and ascended to the foothills of the mighty Himalayas.  



Peace and Love



Nepal_On the way to the Himalayas



We stayed in Pokhara, a popular tourist destination in central Nepal. We wanted to trek the Annapurna trail. We stayed few days to get some rest and explore this beautiful area. Pokhara has taken its name from the beautiful lake located next to the city. Pokhara is the second most populous city in Nepal. Here you can find anything you wish as a tourist, good accommodation, good food, places to go out, other international tourists and generally a nicely bustling environment. Pokhara is situated at the foothills of three (out of the ten) highest peaks in the world within 50kms north from the city. Most tourists, like us, coming here to depart, or return, from the Annapurna trail.    



Peaceful Pokhara (Phewa) lake



Pokhara_Canoes for hiring



Jewelry on wheels  



Herd on a bus!




Nepal_Local kids



Pokhara_Photo with a Newari lady



The team separated here as some were not up to trekking, they preferred to see other landmarks and so we decided to meet back again in Kathmandu. For us there would be four days of trekking passing through beautiful landscapes and the Himalayan villages of the region. We booked our tour, hired a local tour guide to come with us, paid the fees, bought walking poles and embarked to the mountains. 



Annapurna_Bhurjung river



Annapurna_Carrom playing



The first day was mainly easy walk next to the Bhurjung river. We met some nice people on the way and we were greeted with Namaste! So peaceful and easy going. At some point it started raining and in order to reach our first destination before dark we decided to get the small local bus. We actually climbed and went over the top of it but when rain came back again, the driver stopped and we went back inside. Good fun but not with rain.



Annapurna_Newari girl with her brother



Annapurna_..and mum



Annapurna_Local 'shop'



We arrived at Tatopani village which literally means hot water. This is because there is a hot spring where locals and tourists taking a warm bath in its waters. We didn't have time as early next day morning we had to get going. We had requested to fit a six day trek into four days so we were mostly on the move. Which means we were exhausted most of the time. The second day it was all uphill. We did 25 kms uphill. We climbed from 2,100 altitude at Tatopani village up to 3,150 at Ghorepani. It was one of the most exhausting activities I have done in my life, and we all agreed that we regretted doing it in shorter time. 
     


Annapurna_Hot springs at Tatopani village



Annapurna_Happy to be here



Annapurna_Himalayan village



Never Ending Peace And Love



The food was basic and supplies limited. I remember, upon our arrival wherever we were staying for the night, they were asking us what to eat so they can start preparing it about 6pm to eat at 9. I also remember seeing someone picking up a chicken from his backyard and taking into the kitchen for 'preparation'. Overall, I don't want to complain, we had enough and good food to keep us going... 



Annapurna_Alu, naan and dal



Annapurna_Terraced rice fields



Annapurna_Typical Nepali house interior



Annapurna_Tough trail uphill 



Annapurna_Buffalos 




Annapurna_A welcome from the Maoists



Annapurna_Ghorepani village



Annapurna_Take me with you plz



During our stay in Tikhedhunga, our guide called in Pokhara only to discover that the Maoists had close the roads due to a (usual) strike. Which means our driver could not come and pick us up from the meeting point, Bheni village. We were a little bit concerned as to how we are going to go back to Kathmandu to catch our flight on time. Luckily enough, the strike ended next day and we were able to move on with our schedule back to Pokhara. 



Stop over at Tikhedhunga village



Annapurna_Prayer flags



Annapurna_Fellow trekkers



Annapurna_Happy kids



Annapurna_Shops at Bheni village



Upon or return, we got another small tourist van from Pokhara to Kathmandu. It took about 8 hours to do a trip of 200km! The main national road is small way with lots of turns, and trucks and buses passing so close. Numerous accidents happening every day. We even saw few... We were stopped for more than an hour at a massive traffic where non of the vehicles was moving. After an exhausting trek, we had an exhausting trip to the Nepal's capital Kathmandu. We finally arrived well, in one piece...     




Kathmandu_Back to 'civilisation'



Kathmandu is one of the most fascinating cities I ever visited. Located at the Kathmandu valley at an elevation of 1,400m asl. Hinduism and Buddhism are equally practised and respected here. It is definitely a spiritual city with plenty of temples, stupas and Buddha statues spread across the valley. The infrastructure, despite that it's the best in Nepal, it is still pretty basic. Load shedding (power cuts) occurs very often and the traffic is immense. I loved Kathmandu though. I met my ex class mate in Stockholm who is from here and he gave me an insight of the city. He said, there are a lot of problems to be solved but people are generally happy.       



Kathmandu_Downtown



Kathmandu_Sadhus at Durbar square



Kathmandu_Temples in Patan



Kathmandu_Newari architecture



Kathmandu_Trans-mission impossible...



We saw a Tibetan protest in one of the busy streets of touristic Thamel. You see, unlike within China, here in Nepal Tibetans can freely express their views against the Chinese regime occupying their region. It was peaceful, however Nepali army police had a close eye of what was happening.  



Kathmandu_Tibetan protesters



Kathmandu_Riot police



Kathmandu_Royal gardens



After exploring the most important sites in Kathmandu we flew back to New Delhi. Another two days there and then we got in a plane to return to Europe. The views from the air plane over the Annapurna range were majestic! We read in our guide that we should sit at the right hand side of the plane in order to have the views of the Annapurna and so we did! When we arrived in Delhi, we had promised ourselves to leave moustaches so we can 'blend in' with the locals easier(!) Well, we hoped so..   



Annapurna from above



New Delhi_Moustache boyz



This journey had almost everything. Cultural and natural beauties, easy and difficult times (difficult especially related with our suffering stomachs). I personally learned a lot for the Hindu culture despite the few days we travelled. I fell in love with Nepal and it was then when I decided that I really wanted to come back here and work and help those disadvantaged communities. It was a start of my pursuit that ended up by completing the Light4Life school project in the remotes of Gorkha region (see posts from May'10). Since then I feel a great sympathy for Nepalis and a never ending desire to come back here. It is the land of the greatest mountain range on earth, the land of Never Ending Peace And Love.



Be well


Nektarios~




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