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Aw this woman..

It has not been easy to motivate myself to sit and write my blog post summer holidays because the one person who really enjoyed reading it will not be doing so this time around. Mom was one of the reasons I started this blog when I took my first overseas teaching position. I wanted to be able to share my travel adventures with her and others who were not on social media. She would always say to me ‘be careful’ and ‘it is quite the life you are living’ after reading. This Christmas was the first time I would not hear these words “I can not wait to see you”; therefore it makes it hard to write this because she will not read it and that makes me sad… She would be one of the first to send an email saying that I was lucky to be able to travel to such places and how brave I was….

So…. where to being…. I guess I should start with Christmas. This was probably one of the most difficult times I have had to go through in twenty-six years.

Not having Momma Bird around felt empty, lonely, and sad.. but thankfully with the family and friends I have I was able to get through it with some good laughs, good food, and lots of hugs…

love this view

couldn’t resist

familiar surroundings

Family

me and my shoes

mmmm oysters and wine

After my visit to New Hampshire I bounded off for South Africa. Twelve years had passed and I wanted to go back. Friends from Bermuda live there now and another reunion was needed, this time in their country, not mine. I spent seven days with Trish and Colin and their two sons, Charlie and Kia. We explored Hoedspruit and then journeyed into Kruger National Park. Twelve years later I was not disappointed in the slightest. Not much has changed in the park, maybe the number of elephants and rhinos have decreased sadly but the beauty and the animals are just sights that all people should be able to witness at least once in their lifetime. Breath taking, unbridled, and wild are the first words that come to mind (and I am not talking about the kids that were with us!!) Trish and Colin are quite knowledgeable with their birds and took great pleasure in pointing them out. Hyenas feasted on wildebeest hide and elephants trumpeted while wandering from drinking hole to drinking hole. We made a pit stop at the Amarula factory upon departure (one of my favorite after dinner drinks and the elephants favorite fruit) and was delightfully pleased at the drink I adore. Surprised by the size but not by the quality. After being in Hoedspruit for a week I felt drawn to the town and the people and the proximity of nature and my favorite animals that I talked to Colin about property… well five months later I am now an owner of a home in Raptors View, Hoedspruit! Who would have thought… !!! Me a homeowner in South Africa… in an area with free roaming giraffe and zebra?!! So the door is open to all to come visit to experience the beauty never seen before.

Greetings in Tambo

Love this family- friendship

dry river beds in Raptors View

Pumbs

Having just fed the kids

sunsets can’t be beat

wasn’t me

Family

I’m blending

I can not seem to hide anywhere

April finally arrived and we had a weeks holiday approaching. We had planned on heading to India but discovered that the Taj Mahal was covered in scaffolding so while we were sipping our frosty cold beverages at our local Thursday establishment, Habana’s, Jo and I asked each other where we should instead… who wants to see one of the 7 Wonders of the World covered in scaffolding? Jumped on to Skyscanner and explored Muscat to Everywhere.. Tanzania came to mind but that trip had a layover in Zanzibar, so we typed in Zanzibar and .. Wait a minute? What do you mean a direct flight from Muscat? Jo – want to go to Zanibar was the next question.. we looked at each other and said “sure!”.. what a great job we have where we can decide like that where to go and just do it… Zanzibar it was and we were not disappointed.

Upon arrival we walked into the arrival hall in what can only be described as utter chaos. People filling out immigration forms, officers moving people to various lines, while losing ounces by the minute due to sweat (sorry not so pretty) that started pouring off us.. the term AC comes to mind and yes it was lacking! Passport stamped, money exchanged, after security screening our bags we walked out of the airport to be met with humidity that I have not felt in two years. We met our driver who would take us to our Airbnb, the heat and humidity mirrored that of Vietnam and I can tell you I did not miss it, the only difference being was this air was cleaner. Ire, the owner of our Airbnb met us as we arrived parking just outside The Old Fort and the house where Princess Salme was born which was next to the house where she met her future German husband many years later. I read The Sultan’s Shadow prior to leaving to have a better understanding the history between Zanzibar and Oman. The history between Zanzibar and Oman goes back to the 1400s and being able to walk the streets of Stonetown seeing where the history unfolded was special. The winding streets were reminiscent of Venice, while the heat reminds you of Southeast Asia and the waters reminding me of Bermuda. Our first day there we went to Prison Island. Which by name would connotate prisoners were sent there but in reality it was used as a ‘hospital’ of sorts for those who contracted Cholera and Small Pox. There is now a hotel on the island and resident large tortoises (some close to 40 years old) that are living quite happily in the shade of trees and mud while munching on leaves which we could hand feed them. Stonetown was and still is the main city on the island where all the action takes place, ferries run daily to Dar Salaam, cargo ships move in and out, and tourists fill the streets buying art and souvenirs. Slave trade was one of the main sources of income back in the day and it is not a visit to the island without seeing the site of the Slave Market or the Palace where the Sultan resided when he was in town and not in Muscat. The Slave Market site now is host to an Anglican church, which in itself is interesting to see. The Park Hyatt was constructed on the land/beach where ships would disembark the slaves and goods imported and also deposit the bodies of those that perished along the journey right into the ocean.

doors are significant in Zanzibari and Omani culture

shopping streets

Jaws Corner

Princess Salme’s house and the German businessman’s house

LEmon mint does not disappoint

Prison Island beach

inhabitants

construction

our painter

stormy Stonetown

Slave museum

local market

Slave memorial

Parliment

Just a few more of Stonetown….

Old Fort and House of Parliment

dhow boat – sunset

The Old Fort

chaos

Prison Island waters

Ire

Stonetown views

After daily breakfast at Stonetown Café and tasting various Kilimanjaro beers around town we said goodbye to Stonetown two days after arriving and headed to Nungwi. Nungwi is located on the north end of the island and by looking at the map you would think it was smack at the tip but this was not the case. The trip was short, roughly two hours and we passed the BuBuBu (which is the sound the trains makes so they named a town after it) and was where the train passed from the north to Stonetown and also passed through Mauinga, which is where the sugar is produced and packaged. We reached our Airbnb after a fab lunch at a small café located behind the tourist company we needed to be at. The waiter even snuck in a beer (okay maybe 2)!!! Set back just off the ocean Jo and I were going to be happy here for a few days. Our host, Othman, did not disappoint in the slightest and went out of his way to ensure we had a good stay. We had dinner with him, he drove us where we needed to be, and made sure we were taken care of at each place. We experienced our first rainy day at the beach but the colors of the sea and sitting at the beach bar made it okay because we have not seen rain in Oman since oh some time last year… although most of you read on the news about the cyclone.. well that stayed down south drenching Salalah and left us quenching for water…. Nungwi did not disappoint, even our Ikea appointed house was lovely. We beached, drank, swam, chatted with locals, boated with tourists, and competed in a diving contest of the tops of boats.. what more could we ask for from this quaint little town?

Leaving Nungwi’s small town feel we headed towards Jambiani (on the west coast), this time we really saw how it can rain in Zanzibar. The streets were flooding, you could not see out the windows, and all the while driving from petrol station to petrol station because we were slowly (well quickly since we had the AC going full blast) running out. We finally found a station that had petrol and kind of felt bad for the gentleman who had to stand in the downpour to fill the van… go get dry buddy! Jambiani is more of the resort area side of the island. Plenty of space but more hotels all along the beach. We walked a good 7 km one day and it was small hotel after small hotel with a house or two mixed in. They were not ostentatious so they were not bad to look at, quite the opposite actually! Our Airbnb was smack on the beach and gave us access to the hotel next door, which had all the amenities we needed. We had friends in the same town so met up with them a few times but ended our week with punching bags, acrobat bars, and darts. Could not have asked for a better way to end an amazing week in Zanzibar. One place that I could definitely see going back to and explore more of given the direct access we have from Oman…

friendship

protector at work

village

lunch with a view

our house

because…

endless sea

Red face monkeys

The Rock Restaurant

Birthday bubbles

Posser

Back Oman… work moved along, grade 9 slowly but surely made it to the end of the year, not without me growing a few more grays… (thank you boys; girls – they were angels), grade 8 found a way to make me like them, and grade 7 kept me laughing …. As I type I am in my final 24 hours until the end of 2017-2018 school year and the photos to follow will show you the adventures that have taken place between January and now. Countless beach days, desert trip with a special guest from Austria, Ras al Jinz (turtle reserve), and visits to Misfat, Al Hamra, and Tanuf (which was bombed by the RAF in 1957)… see photos of all the adventures below.

Good morning

The summer fun commences in three days and will be one for the books. Jo and I set out again for an adventure that hopefully my blog postings (which will be weekly – mmmm hopefully!!) keep you updated and chuckling. We depart Oman for Germany on June 9th… the adventure already started when we booked the tickets at my kitchen table… “Trish, when should we fly?” “Um, June 9th, give us some time to sort and organize?” Jo – “okay, cool!” (customary saying by Jo!!!) Jo – “Trish, what time do you fly?” Me – June 9th at 11:35 pm, you?” “June 9th at 2:35 am!”….. how this happened still remains a mystery but upon arrival Jo will be well rested from sleeping in the hotel room I booked for the 9th in Frankfurt, while I fly overnight and arrive at 7:10AM June 10th! Let the fun begin….. keep your eyes posted for the blog!!!

Thank you again to all who are in touch via email, What’s App, imessage, Words with Friends, and Facebook… I would be lost and lonely without all your love, support, and communications.. love you and send big hugs… I am forever grateful for your support and encouragement over the last year and just simply being there…..

Where has the time gone…. 2018… It has not been easy to motivate myself to sit and write my blog post summer holidays because the one person who really enjoyed reading it will not be doing so this time around.

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tboneburpee-blog · 7 years ago

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The memories of the summer have been pushed aside as I process the thoughts and memories of Momma Bird! Momma Bird passed away on August 25 after putting up a strong fight against the disease she had battled for the last two years plus… I have not come across someone as strong as this woman or as fierce as this woman who I had the great honor and pleasure to call MOM. Momma Bird had what she has referred to as a ‘living wake’. For the last six months plus of her life Mom had visits from so many near and far that her husband and soulmate (Mel) almost started taking numbers. Mom was unable to leave the house towards the end and she always loved having people around her. She loved being with people and loved sharing a cocktail with them, guess I know where I get it from! Momma Bird would be disappointed if you had to leave because with the reality of her disease she was not sure if she would see you again. When I left in August I hugged her tight and told her I would be back in seventeen weeks, who knew that I would be back less than two weeks later saying farewell to the most important person in my life.

From all accounts I have heard on Momma Bird’s last night, she had her husband and sister with her, and the happy hour fixings (not that the nurses wanted to see this)… I would not have wanted her to leave this world any other way… Upon arriving in New Hampshire, the first thing I wanted to do was see my mom. I asked if someone could arrange to take me to the funeral home where she was so I could spend some time alone with her. I walked in and saw her lying there, I held her hand and knew that she was in peace. She smelled like her shampoo and had her hand folded in a way that reminded me of what she looked like when she took a nap after a tough day. I (and we as a family) have been overwhelmed by the amount of love and kind words that have been spoken, posted, and sent. One does not realize the impact they have on the lives that surround them until they pass away. My mother had more friends than I ever knew! I only hope that I can live to be the type of person she was and wanted me to be.

Momma Bird – you were a mother, a friend, a mentor, and a frighteningly amazing tennis player whom I never got the chance to beat. You are now reunited with my brother and know the two of you will be watching over me for the rest of my days. I love you and miss you more than you know!

Cologne Germany 2014

Family

Francis, from me to you 2017

Aunt Janet’s birthday 2017

Mom and Mel – her soul mate and dance partner in life

Summer –

This will be brief and have more pictures than words due to the above but wanted to share what the summer entailed. One month of my summer was spending time with my mother as we knew time was of the essence and the rest I took a bit of time to see Scotland, Ireland, and London.

What started out as a trip booked on Turkish airlines to bring and leave my Chili in Scotland while I explore and then head on to New Hampshire, turned into a ten day trip of new sights, sounds, laughter, and long lasting friendships. Chili however remained in Oman due to my …um… moment of dim lucidity! To keep it short I thought Chili would need to be quarantined again and rabied up again, but this is not the case and by then it was too late. Found an amazing Dogsitter, Varsha, and she willingly took Chili in amongst the other animals she had and they became fast friends! I will be reunited with Chili tomorrow night (August 16th)….

back to Scotland… collected at the airport by my dear friend Sharon we set off to get me a quick shower and hit the ground walking.

Sharon

Dolly the sheep

Penicuk House

New Lanark

We went straight for the bubbles while we sat and looked over the public gardens between the Scottish National Museum and where dear Sir Walter Scott sits. The day was crisp and the sun was shining bright. I could not ask for a better first day in this gorgeous city. For the next five days I would have the chance to run to Penicuk House, head to Perth, see the launch of the first aircraft carrier in 🇬🇧 UK, and spend time with wonderful friends in Edinburgh. From Edinburgh I went on to explore Duone and Helensburgh (which lies on the north shore of the Firth of Clyde and the mouth of the Gareloch is close to the western boundary of the town, while the hills in the north are part of the Highlands – Wikipedia). Drove around the highlands area, drank wine in the glorious sunshine reflecting off the Loch in front of the hotel, wandered down the beach, and ate delicious oysters and mussels not far from the quaint village of Inveraray. We sat and watched as the heavy rain clouds lifted to let the rays of sunshine peak through… fantastic. I could not have asked for a better weekend in a new part of Scotland.

Priory

Oysters… mmmm!!!

Helensburgh

Inveraray is home to the Inveraray Castle

We drove right over this bridge….

Off to London I go…what a whirlwind four days it would be! My dearest friends Jo, Sharon, and Nafiza all got together for wanderings, food, and laughs. I had a wonderful visit with Paul and Gil, who recently left Lucca, Italy for new pastures in London. The girls and I ventured on the tourist circuit, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, and the like. With the rare sun blazing in London we sat down for drinks on a permanently docked boat on the River Thames and made a plan to go to a comedy show that evening. After Jo and Sharon left I took to the streets in my running shoes and ran through Kenningston Gardens, around the Victoria and Albert Museum and the neighborhoods near my hotel. Jo and Sharon had told me that I must visit the Pink Floyd exhibit if I had the chance, so I cleaned up, hit the road and wandered around one of the best exhibits I have seen in my life. I love Pink Floyd so to wander through the history of the band was incredible. The exhibit ended in this large room with a virtual concert being played on the walls, complete with lasers, strobe lights, and beautiful music pouring out. What an experience!!!! I had the chance to see a friend on my last day in London that I had not seen in a year, this was a wonderful treat. We watched football and bar hopped all the while trying to find me decent food to eat… another fabulous night in London. I can see why people love this city but it is truly expensive to eat, even with the pound not doing so well against the dollar at the time.

Oh well… see you next year London!!!

Now off to Boston…It was time to go spend time with Momma bird, family, and friends in New Hampshire. I spent most days just being with Mom who was always in good spirits despite the difficulty she had breathing. We would sit inside or outside depending on how hot it was. She would work on Sudoku and I would work on the crossword. We would sit and chat or she would chat with Sheryl. Mel would be in and out, rest, and make sure mom had what she needed. I would go running, food shopping, or just relax. In the evenings I would spend time with my dear friend and family favorite Pieter, our local greenhouse lettuce grower, I also spent time saw my aunt and cousins as well.

Our favorite grower

When was the last time you went to the drive-in

Long time no see cousin Jimmy

Thank you Brian… fantastic night

Cousins = family

Three weeks were up and it was time for me to go explore Ireland. I would be back in Boston in nine days. Ireland and its southern coast was calling, I had hired a car and was setting off to explore the coast I have heard so much about. I was certainly impressed and in awe with each new corner and turn I encountered. I arrived and explored Dublin first, impressed but not impressive. I walked most of the city, stopping at Trinity College (skipped Book of Kells – line was too long), Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublinia, Guiness, Jameson’s and a walk along the River Liffey. From Dublin I went to Dunmore East and met up with coworkers, one of whom lives in Dunmore East during the summer. We drank, talked, walked, and ate… we had a blast for two days. We took a walk along the cliffs and noticed we had company in the waters below as a seal went floating along in the sea.

how layovers are done in Iceland

Ttrinity College

Who doesn’t float down the River Liffey – Dublin

My local breakfast spot – Dublin

Yup….

Porterhouse Bar

Time for whiskey tasting – not converted!!

Kilkenny Castle

Dunmore East, Ireland

Dublin

Windy photos and good laughs

Cliff walk in Dunmore East

Saying farewell after two days I set off for Kinsale. Stayed in a wonderful little bed and breakfast, arriving in time to meet two girls from Germany and joined them for dinner and music at Kitty O’Sheas. Great night with lovely girls… The next morning I set off for the Ring of Kerry. Made stops here and there along the way and arrived seven hours later in Cahersiveen.

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View from Airbnb

Hydrangea everywhere

neighbors

This is a very small coastal town with a ancient castle, one main road, and a ferry to connect you to Valentia Island. I arrived and had dinner at the recommendation of my host, Ciaran, to eat at the local seafood restaurant at the ferry. I was not let down in the slightest, crab claws were divine. Was just great being around locals and watching the comings and goings. I went for a run the next day to the castle. The Ballycarbey Castle ( some kind of residence situated on the site of the castle as early as 1398 however the present ruins were constructed in the 16th century – Wikipedia) was worth the five mile run over the river and through the village. Sadly the knee acted up on the way back so I walked most of it but the pain was dulled once I got myself a proper coffee and croissant for the remainder of my walk. I managed to collect my rain jacket that I had hidden under bushes just in time as the skies opened and unleashed a bucket of rain. This lasted about five minutes and thankfully I was close to the house I was staying at. Later that afternoon my host offered to take me to the island via bicycles. The afternoon turned out to be great fun with exploring and pints in the local pub (aptly named Boston’s) we sat in the rain back at the seafood restaurant drinking wine until a table was ready to sit and eat at but it got too cold and the second guest in the house arrived. Ciaran left to help guest, I was given my same spot as the night before, and I sat down to enjoy another tasty meal. Ciaran and the new houseguest returned and we ended up having a grand time talking to locals after the new houseguest went to back to the house to get some sleep.

The roads that lead to Liscannor through Dingle and Tarbert, Ireland:

Next stop, Liscannor. Liscannor is home to the breathtaking and most visited sights in Ireland, Cliffs of Moher. I had difficulty finding my guesthouse and stopped in a local pub to use Internet and contact the host. The girl behind the bar knew the owner, called him, and he arrived within five minutes to sort me out. We stayed in the pub and had the obligatory pint before departing for the house. There was another girl staying at the house and we ended up having dinner together and going to see the Cliffs at sunset.

What a perfect arrival to this quaint (blink and you miss it) coastal town. The following morning I drove to Dublin to collect a friend from the airport who would be keeping me company for the next two nights. Returning from Dublin we stopped in Lahinch and wandered about before having a pint and heading back to Liscannor for dinner. Vaughn’s was the selection for dinner; while we dined on oysters, crab claws, and lobster, a very familiar face walked into the restaurant. You would not believe me if I did not have the picture as proof but Connor Murray from the British Lions rugby team was in the bar area of Vaughn’s. This was great fun to see yet I did not get the courage to ask to have a photo with him, when I thought I had, he was gone. The next day we went to explore the Cliffs and what a difference night and day brought. There were so many people!!! I guess sunset is the best time to go to have more space and quiet to yourself. This does not detract from the majestic beauty of these cliffs but you had to do a lot of touron dodging while walking along the narrow trails on the ridge.

Cliffs

Moher

We took in the sights as we set on our way depearting Liscannor, we were misguided by GPS, laughed, map read, and made our way towards Galway. Galway was a bit of a let down. The directions to find the bed and breakfast that was not a bed and breakfast were bad, the weather was a bit dismal, and the Airbnb I had chosen was a bit stuck in the 1970’s (despite the description which stated it had recently been remodeled… perhaps her grandmother remodeled it!!) We went to dinner, talked, laughed, watched, and made our way back to the guesthouse. I bailed on the second night in Galway and spent the last night in Ireland in Dublin at an amazing small hotel in the city centre. So happy yet so sad because my company left…!!!! Another amazing visit with an amazing person who it is difficult to say so long to each time we see each other. Not many people enter your life that you can connect so nicely with, I am grateful and fortunate for those who have entered my life and I am able to stay in touch with.

Back to Boston I go….

One more week to see family and friends…

Sisters

This is how to enjoy the evenings in NH

I know this posting as been a long time in the making and apologies for the delay. This has probably been one of the hardest postings I have had to write since I started. The family that I have and the friends that surround me have gotten my through the days that I had and will have. The funeral and the gatherings with family members after were truly times that will always be treasured.

Godparents are amazing

bestest!!!

Family!!!!

I have now been back in Oman for one month and it has been a whirlwind of activity. I know most of you realize that I would not want it any other way. Too much down time does not do me well so what have I done? One weekend the girls and I went to Raz Al Jinz and watched turtles lumber their way back into the water after laying eggs, watched baby turtles scramble towards the sea before being scooped up by seagulls or snatched by foes, and we were amazed at the amount of people that the hotel allowed to come view (they usually cap the visitors but it was a holiday weekend!!) so much so we left and returned for the sunrise turtle viewing rather than the evening viewing… we were much happier with this choice!!!

The Girls

Turtle tracks back to sea

Momma

I have been boating to see the dolphins (scores of them!) and have been playing in a tennis tournament (which I have shockingly enough won all of my matches played to date (well I just lost one this week)….!!!!! This past weekend I had the chance to take Chili on her inaugural trip to the desert, Wahiba Sands. This was fantastic, socks on the sand, good friends, and one exhausted puppy by the end of the day. Another great weekend in Oman and for the memory bank!

check out the socks

Good morning

Good evening

Additionally, I am trudging my way through a new school year. As most of you know I have jumped from Grade 1 to Grades 7, 8, and 9 (boys and girls – 9), this has been an eye opener for certain and a lesson in how not to be rattled by teenagers. I have learned that raising my voice does nothing but threatening to call their fathers does EVERYTHING!! I was even bribed today (Oct. 10) by one of my Grade 9 boys to change his report. This is going to be an interesting year to say the least. This week (Oct. 18th) I believe I may be conquered the boys in Grade 8 and 9 which has made me smile when leaving work for the first time in a month.

I will try and return to posting more often. Life continues on and I will be heading Stateside for the holidays. I am grateful to have so many wonderful people in my life and the opportunities that have come my way. I miss Momma Bird dearly and think she is with me every day. Please make the most of each day and love the people around you!!!

Rest in Peace

Summer memories abound… The memories of the summer have been pushed aside as I process the thoughts and memories of Momma Bird!

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tboneburpee-blog · 7 years ago

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Year one in Oman ....

Year one in Oman ….

I said at the beginning of this teaching experience that anything can be done for a year and this year could nothave gone any faster. Grade 1 was a handful yet I grew to like my kids and made the most of the experience. This was until they stopped coming because of Ramadan… I have had a quiet classroom for the last three weeks. Somewhat mind numbing but I have been able to plan for next year and…

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tboneburpee-blog · 8 years ago

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It is me again and with a delay in posting but not without reason.. this posting is not about me or my travels, this posting is about Moms and life. I have kept you all in the loop of what has been happening in my life and travels for over three years now. I am so fortunate to have had these opportunities but sometimes in life we have to pause and do something for others. It is not out of obligation that we do these things it is out of love we do these.

You may have wondered why all my travel this year has been to the USA (It is definitely not to be closer to Trump!!) it is because Momma bird has been sick and I have wanted to spend the most amount of time I could with her. Momma bird has Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulmonary_fibrosis), after an amazing trip together through Germany and Italy in 2015 mom arrived home and was admitted into the hospital with pneumonia. It has been since this that she has been on oxygen as the lungs could not handle the illness. This past October mom was given a time frame for how much time she has left to spend with us and so far she has defied that. We can only hope that she pushes through a little while longer without much suffering!

The trips home have been good (albeit cold in January/February) and I have enjoyed spending time with Mom, Mel, family, and friends. All the people in my mother’s/Mel’s life have been incredibly kind and generous. They are all aware now that Mom can not go out much anymore (she has a mobile tank but that only lasts one hour) so they have all made tremendous efforts to come to their house and sit and visit as often as they can. When one loses the ability to carry on with daily activities it can be a difficult adjustment. This has been difficult for my mother as she used to play golf, tennis, and was really good at shopping! (HA HA!!) but these are no longer possible and yet Momma bird has managed to keep a smile on her face and look beautiful. Inside it is a different story but she is a strong person and will push through until the end.

My mother has had an amazing journey in this life. Heck she had me, what more could one ask for..

Done on purpose

My mom is an inspiration for how to overcome difficulties, stay strong, and push through. Mom faced many obstacles raising two children but succeed teaching us right from wrong, how to be respectful, and a multitude of other things. She loves to remind me that I was a social animal in kindergarten – guess some things never change, just the ‘social’ activities! Mom has always been there for support when needed and now I am there for her and as often as I can. It is an interesting time in life when our roles reverse from child to adult and we must look after our parents like they have from the beginning. I will now do the best I can and be there for her!!

My mother’s health will continue to decline, there is no cure, and it is only a matter of time until we all have to say farewell to this amazing woman I have had the honor, joy, gratitude to call her Momma Bird (or mom to her) ….

Cologne travels

Family

the good life

off to Vietnam

I have not written this posting for anyone to feel sorry for me, I have written this posting to keep you informed of how and where things are in my life like I have been for the last three years. I felt it only right to share this with you as it is a major part of my life right now. This summer I will be spending a few weeks back in New Hampshire as well.. to enjoy and spend time with my mother, Mel, and family/friends… It is from the bottom of my heart that I thank everyone who has been there for Momma Bird, Mel, and our entire family through all the happenings this year!! I am forever grateful and blessed with such people in our lives!

Hiatus of travels.. It is me again and with a delay in posting but not without reason.. this posting is not about me or my travels, this posting is about Moms and life.

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tboneburpee-blog · 8 years ago

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Either much anticipated or at long last a new posting from the city of endless sunshine and beautiful scenery. It is almost shocking that is has been three months since the last posting yet life has been calm and crazy at the same time. I feel like no post is needed if I do not do anything but then it is good to send updates even when there is no exciting travel had… so here is a review of the antics since the last posting…

Sunset Oman

Sunrise Oman

Sunset Jebel Shams

Crowne Plaza at sunset

Sunrise on the Natural Reserve on the way to work

Oh the classroom… that has not changed and as of the first week of January changes for next year host the potential for teaching in upper primary or 7/8th grade English. I made the mistake of telling my assistant this information and she broke down in tears. I did not realize she would do this as I was trying to share the information so she could be prepared and see what her options might be for next year. Thuraiya says to me, ‘just wait maybe it will be better next year’. In the six years she has been working here she said that this is the happiest she has been. The other teachers she worked with did not respect her and treated her as if she was one of the kids. Who thinks they can treat another person so poorly! I treat her like a person and say good morning to her everyday. This makes her extremely happy and she does not want to leave the classroom… who knew I was that friendly and nice!!! The boys have not changed in my opinion, and I have honestly tried to like them and the grade, it is just not happening. I am not challenged (yes every day is a challenge) and this experience is making me not enjoy the classroom, which is sad given I have only been teaching for 8 years. Lord 8 years.. time flies!!! The boys are so catered/pandered to at home they struggle daily at school to do things on their own and need confirmation they are doing things correctly at every step.

Yes they may be ‘cute’ but do not be deceived

I struggle with this as you can imagine, the one goal I have as a teacher is to make the students independent learners so they may thrive and survive in the real world. I am, however pleased to say that some kids are actually learning to read as parents have thanked me for their success to date… But regardless of my distaste for this grade level, I go in daily and do the best job I can in the hopes the students take something away with them into second grade.

Muttrah Port – Sultan’s summer palace

Muttrah Port – fort behind Sultan’s summer palace

Muttrah Port – Sultan’s yacht

Muttrah Port – Dows

One highlight of our nonstop working were the National Day/Sultan’s birthday celebrations that took place. Our school was set up with carpets in the courtyard, hand-made craft stalls, food, and the kids performed saying prayers and singing songs to celebrate. The staff partook by dressing in formal Omani outfits. All went well for students and teachers alike especially since our celebration day ended at 1 pm and my friends and I left school to celebrate ourselves.

My boys on National DayMuscat, Oman

Ladies on National Day Muscat, Oman (Nareesha and Emma)

Courtyard Ladies on National Day – Muscat, Oman (Kelly, Harriet, Emma, Nafiza, Jo)

National Day fun – traditional woman

National Day fun

The people love His Majesty the Sultan so much and are so grateful for the safety and comfort within their country that he provides they honor him constantly; most took time during this holiday to decorate their cars proudly with photos of His Majesty and the colors of their country. The number of cars that were decorated (and creatively) was astounding. Interestingly enough, if you decorated your car they had to be cleaned by November 30th with all decorations removed. This was also the same for the cities and villages that put up holiday lights and flags during this time.

Muttrah Port Oman

Life during National Day – Muttrah Oman…

Sunset during National Day – Muttrah Oman…

Alleys in Muttrah Oman…

National Day fun – cars

National Day fun – Sifa

For National Day we were granted two days holiday (YIPPEEE!!!) so I arranged to flee and headed to Abu Dhabi, UAE to visit Trish and Colin from Bermuda who I had not seen in 10 years. Trish and Colin have lived in Abu Dhabi for two years and I was so happy they were home and welcomed my visit. To my surprise Nicky and her husband Podge (more friends from Bermuda) had flown in the following morning so the visit became a double treat. Trish and I paddle boarded in the mangroves, stunning! A little slice of peace and quiet in the bustling city. We visited the Grand Mosque, one of the largest in the United Emirates and has the largest hand-knotted rugs in the world with 2,268,000,000 knots. (Oman has the second largest with 1,700,000,000 knots) and rode bicycles with their son Charlie along the Corniche. The Corniche is a paved path that runs along the beach in the middle of the city. One has views of the various volleyball and football matches being played, the 7 star Emirates Palace hotel, Marina Mall, and the construction of the new Fairmont Hotel (ha ha!!). Riding along or running along this daily could help someone forget about a bad day and appreciate the beauty that is around them. I liked Abu Dhabi and look forward to going back and visiting with friends again soon.

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With Abu Dhabi done it was time to see what Dubai was like. Mind you the most I saw of Dubai was the inside of their National Stadium, some really fit men, and some wonderful costumes and I was okay with that!!! Who would be disappointed watching men in shorts with monster legs run around on a pitch in spectacular sunshine?!?! The sole purpose of our trip to Dubai was to watch HSBC Rugby 7s tournament. Yes, I think I am addicted and if this is my only addiction (aside from the beach and wine) …. I think I am okay with that. There were four of us from Oman who attended the games and we had a blast. Sadly the USA did not do as well as they did last year in Singapore but it was good fun to watch all countries play nonetheless! The rugby is fast moving and a thrill to watch. The speed and techniques are quite different from 15 aside matches so this changes the vibe and to help, the people watching is fantastic!!! We stayed in the Le Meridien Fairway which was perfectly situated to get to the stadium easily and the Irish Village. Irish Village being a must for any attendee to rugby or a visit to the city.

Dubai crew

Costumes of Dubai

Intermission during 7s Tournament – Dubai

Airport randomness

The 14 weeks we had between our October break and Christmas were long and filled with many social activities. The friends I have here are amazing and we have a great time together. I have also made a good group of friends outside of work, which is very important for me to do, I am not one to sit around and discuss work when I am not there so having friends outside of the work field is helpful. I do not check emails after school or over the weekend, once I am out the door work is behind me and my life moves on. One Thursday afternoon while sitting in Habanas (the bar at the Grand Hyatt Muscat) we wondered why we were drinking inside when there was so much glorious sunshine and a beach right out the door. We then remembered that we could not drink on the beach and there were no outside bars. Okay – this is one drawback of a Middle Eastern country! With that said we decided that our next Thursday outing would be on the beach and VERY discreet. We packed colors, blankets, snacks, Chili dog and headed to the beach for sundowners, happy drinks, happy times (whatever you want to call it). We people watched, chatted, and watched the sun go down. It was stunning just sitting there with such a good group of friends that we lost track of time and did not leave until well after sunset. And as of typing this blog we have done it three times!!

Picnics on the beach Oman…

Jo and I

Beach picnics in Oman…

Sunset a day…

Christmas time brought me back to the States to spend time with Momma bird and Mel, family, and friends. For a day or so I did not mind the refreshing crisp air that nipped at my cheeks and numbed my fingers, but it was unreasonably cold!! I sucked it up, went for a run, slugged my way through a sinus infection, and soaked up family time and the Christmas spirit. I knew I would be back in the brilliant warm sunshine soon (and it would not be New England if it was not cold in December!!!)… Christmas is not celebrated in the Middle East so although the US starts Christmas in October it was a thrill for me this year to come home and hear Christmas music and see the decorations everywhere. At times like this it takes leaving a country to appreciate what you have left behind.

Boston you’re my home…

One thing that brought a smile to my face before leaving the Middle East for the East Coast of America was hearing the Boston accent and seeing a man wearing a Boston Red Sox cap while waiting to board my flight in Dubai. The man wearing the hat was probably wondering why I put on a big smile when I looked at his head as I did not say anything to him just kept on walking… never hurts to smile at someone for no reason either!!

I was able to help Momma bird with things around the house, Christmas shop, meet friends, and just relax….After being away for six months it was nice to be back to the place I will always call home.

Arriving in Oman, I was greeted with open arms walking off that plane at 7 AM by the 20 degree heat and blazing sunshine (80 in F)! I quickly drove home after doing laps and making phone calls to figure out how to pay for parking at the airport long term parking which did not accept bank cards… WHAT?!?! Back home and reunited with Chili dog, it was time catch up on sleep. My two overnight flights and a hiccup in Munich proved to exhaust me; the energizer bunny was done and needed to recharge!! Batteries charged …… a beach walk was in the future and catch ups with friends was on the menu. I went for a walk on the beach with Chili, went running, and went for dinner…. ahhhh life was restored!!!!

Photos of life in Oman…

sunsets Al Shatti Beach

black and white sunsets Al Shatti Beach

Life in Oman

Al Shatti Beach.. Muscat, Oman (fishing boat)

need a little arse in our lives – Yiti, Oman

Harriet and I

Jo, Emma, and I

Grumpy cow is what I was called …

Royal Opera House Oman

Beethoven’s 9th First opera – Scott (coworker) and I

Sun worshipper stump – like me..

Sunrise on the Natural Reserve on the way to work

Birds of Oman

Super moon

Parliament from above

4 wheeling in Oman – ocean views

Goats and boats – Sifa

Goats – Sifa

Donkeys and goats – Sifa

As for an update post Christmas and January….

Well departing Boston was easy in the sense of flights, it is never easy to leave family and friends behind.. visits are bitter sweet, but life moves forward as with time and I had to get back to work. Checked into Boston for my first of two overnight flights. Now I do love flying and get a thrill each time the plane takes off but overnight flights in cattle class came be a bit cramping to say the least. Row of four seats I kindly asked the little man next to me if he wanted to move so he could have more room, he politely declined.. grumble (I was thinking leg room and sleep!!)… well we were off and there were empty seats in front of me, again I asked the man if he wanted to move and he said ‘ok’.. SCORE…. I got some sleep and arrived in Munich a little perkier early the next morning…I set out to explore the city after getting some coffee. I know it might not surprise some of you but I was not properly dressed to explore a city in the winter, therefore my tour of Munich was a rather quick one. I can say that what I did see amazed me and I look forward to going back.. IN THE SUMMER!!!!

Quick tour of Munich

Concluding my tour I went back to the airport to warm up and try and check in for the second overnight flight back to Muscat. I could not check in.. umph!!! I wanted a seat on the aisle and was getting grumpy this might not happen… finally the check in counter opened and I surely did not get my aisle seat, in fact, I did not get a seat at all because my ticket was canceled… yes you are reading correctly�� canceled. Gobsmacked I made my way to the purchasing counter, trying to remain calm and pleasant, and asked the woman if she could get me on the flight back to Muscat… she replied, for 700 EURO I can yes! I am sorry how much? With no other option I bought the ticket, walked back to the check in counter and presented them with my new ticket, and tried to weasel myself an upgrade… did it happen?!?!? NO!!!!! Long story short, I did not fly the first leg of my already purchased round trip ticket therefore the airline kindly canceled a section of my return ticket (when they could have canceled the whole ticket. Mind you I did confirm three times with travel agent in Muscat that this would not happen… ) Sleepy and back in Oman, Chili was delivered to me by a friend and gave big welcoming licks to wake me up.. aw I missed that pup!

Chili-dog

Back to work but not without ringing in the New Year strong. Couple of us decided that we should do this properly and stay up for the ball drop.. a few too many glasses of bubbles, a taxi ride home and argument with a taxi driver, I woke up with a start at 7:08 AM… Holy $$$$ I was due at school at 7:00 AM.. hustled my tail into the shower, walked the dog, stopped for coffee (um come on now!!!), and got to school at 7:45… I walked into the classroom, slightly off as you might imagine and my assistant greeted me with the biggest smile and clapping!! Lord I love this woman..

As we moved into January a group of us took an adventure ride from Muscat to Rustaq and over the Jebel Shams mountain range ending in Al Hamra. The drive over the mountain range was stunning, every turn had another photo opportunity and we did not miss them.

Views over the range

Rustaq to Al Hamra

falaj water system – historic

hike to quiet qaterfall

because each valley needs a football pitch

Rustaq to Al Hamra – 4 wheel drive trip

Jebel Shams Range – Oman

evenings in the mountains

Sunset Jebel Shams

Al Hamra is a small village but what makes this town unique is that it also has within it a mud village. The mud village has been abandoned for the last 30-40 years (when we asked a local he could not provide a better answer). This town was reminiscent of New Mexico as the homes and outlying buildings were all made out of adobe. Incredible to see a town abandoned because they did not have the knowledge or understanding of how to protect the buildings from rain or weather related issues. Yes it actually does rain in Oman and they have no idea how to handle it, even this many years later. The village was a little eerie yet peaceful to walk through. One does not get a chance to walk through many abandoned towns in the Middle East.

Mud Village Al Hamra

Doors

Mud village – Al Hamra

Doors of the Mud village – Al Hamra

The adventures continue and the country amazes me when I get the chance to get out on the weekends and explore. Life is full and exciting in Muscat. I am grateful for the friends I have met, the places I have seen, and the opportunities that I have been given. I miss family and friends daily and think of them often but am really enjoying the experiences and my life in Oman. Thank you for reading..!!!

Aw life in Oman.. 2017 Either much anticipated or at long last a new posting from the city of endless sunshine and beautiful scenery.

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Al Qurum, Muscat, Oman is where I now call home. I arrived on August 10th with apprehension, excitement, nervousness, and sleepy eyes.. and had one nervous dog with me who had no idea what was happening to her little world. Chili, fortunately, waited patiently in the baggage claim while I stood in the hour long immigration line… so happy to have a new residency card so that does not have to happen again … what airport has three flights arriving at 4:30 A.M. and only have five immigration posts open.. this does not make for a quick pass through security.. Saed, the school’s public relations and man who-helps-with-everything, was in the arrivals hall patiently waiting for me and after pleasant introductions we set off to register Chili with the country. Kim, my principal, arrived shortly after sorting all the paperwork with her great big smile and warm Scottish welcome she took me to buy a SIM card so I could get in touch with my family and friends to reassure them I had not been whisked off tied to the back of a camel ….

In the dawn hours of morning in Oman I caught a glimpse of what my new home looked like and I was pleased with what I saw.. the first and most interesting building I saw was the Grand Mosque.. this mosquewas constructed from 300,000 tonnes of Indian sandstone and the main musalla can hold up to 6,500 worshippers. I have yet to go visit so will leave deeper descriptions until that time, which will be soon. The mosque is a spectacular sight to see, as well as the others throughout the city. They truly are beautiful lit up in the evening and the call to prayer is a peaceful sound to hear during your day. All music in shops stops and everyplace you go has a prayer room should you choose to pray.

We arrived to my new home just about 6 A.M. I thanked Saed for bringing me ‘home’ and after a quick tour, he left and I laid down for a much needed nap. I awoke feeling refreshed four hours later, unpacked a duffle bag, and headed to bloody Starbucks, which was the closest and only coffee shop in sight. I jumped on the wifi after much hassle and reached out to Donve to see if she was free to meet. Donve is a teacher at my new school who I connected with before the summer and who had been extremely helpful with advice and thoughts prior to my arrival. She and her husband Peter arrived, took me to upload more pennies on my phone and took me food shopping as my house had nothing and I was hungry. I was really lucky to have been connected with such a lovely helpful person and am forever grateful to Donve for making my settling in process easy and smooth.. It can be very difficult arriving to a new place with no wifi, no food, and no contacts, these two were my saving grace!

School started on Sunday, another adjustment in my new world, and I walked onto the bus with quiet wonder. Who were these new people I would be working with, what would they be like, what will they be teaching, and where are they coming from..?? The new group of teachers that I was selected to work with are some of the nicest, friendliest, and easiest people to get along with. Again feeling very fortunate to have landed in this gorgeous country and to be surrounded by lovely new people/coworkers. My coworkers come from Scotland, Britain, Botswana, and Chile, so nice to be with people from around the globe and to hear their stories and experiences. We are going to have a good year or two ahead of us for sure. We have already done some exploring together and have had ‘family’ bbqs on the beach and at one’s home.

Beach BBQ

chilling

Sunsets…

Rooftop fun

The girls

Orientation started and we started getting our feet wet as to what we might be in for once school started. As it goes with most trainings you are given the basics of where to find some things and are somewhat stranded once reality kicks in. Where do I copy things, where do I print things, where is the construction paper, what do you mean someone has to unlock the closet for art supplies.. and what NO ART TEACHER… I am the least creative left-handed person out there, boy oh boy, these boys are going to struggle.. ha ha!!!! We were sent on a scavenger hunt to find things around and inside the school. I found a couch and looked in the yearbook.. duh!! We were shown our classroom.. to discover that we share with the Arabic teacher and (in the younger grades) a teacher’s assistant! Three teachers in one room… god help me if they are not neat and tidy…

We were shown yummy places to eat and my Qurum Star occupants and I have been to the beach almost daily since arriving..

Humus, tabouleh, carrots

Qurum Star crew

Everyone should be able to see the beach at sunset at least twice a week…

Orientation ended and the kids arrived… first grade is going to be a challenge but anything can be done for one year, then we will review and hopefully make some changes for the following year. I have 19 (as of typing today Sept 18th) sweet mischievous boys. I will have my hands full but thankfully I have been given the okay to bring them to the beach whenever they get too rowdy… so I will be moving my classroom to the beach.. who are we kidding they are 7-8 year old BOYS!!!!

Life in Oman 2016… Al Qurum, Muscat, Oman is where I now call home. I arrived on August 10th with apprehension, excitement, nervousness, and sleepy eyes..

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Where does one begin a blog after traveling for an entire summer.. People think life of a teacher is easy, but usually they have not tried teaching. Teaching can be a real treat on some days and difficult on others but taking a break from the classroom is not only needed for the teachers it is much needed for the students…

Santa Fe, NM/Amherst, NH/MA

SO….. summer jumped into full swing and I hit the friendly skies taking off to the States mid June and returning to HCMC from Europe the very last day of July.. WOW!!! This was my first summer returning to Santa Fe since relocating to Vietnam… I was filled with anticipation as to what it would feel like and be like… Well, with such wonderful friends and gorgeous weather, I had a visit I will cherish!! It was fantastic and relaxing to spend time with friends and family (and stay with friends), to hike, to run, and to simply soak up the fresh, clean, dry air.. I did not want to leave but knew I had the East Coast waiting…(click to enlarge)

Cindy’s back entrance and Santa Fe colors

Cindy – Chamisa hike

End of hike at Chamisa – Santa Fe

Santa Fe, NM plaza

David, Alison, and Ike

Weston and Rhodes – my favorites

FAMILY!!!

The Girls!!

Ed and Patrick

Jen

James

Diana and Tatianna

With Santa Fe now a treasured memory and a wonderful place to call home, I shifted coasts and visited family and friends in New Hampshire and Massachusetts. The air and weather was much the same as it was in New Mexico but the scenery completely different. This was a time to just chill with Mom and Mel and watch the EURO Cup (hee hee!!!). The time spent in NH/MA was as relaxing as expected and I got many tasks accomplished for my next adventure in Oman. The amount of paperwork that needs to be kept track of is insane!!! Much to Mom’s dismay, I kept my phone close by as it became my diary and itinerary keeper. If I didn’t do this I would have been a mashed up stress ball and grumpy.. thank you for understanding Mom!!! I played tennis, ran, and only bought 3 pair of shoes.. I know!!!! (limited space being the only reason folks…)

Backyard of parent’s house

Favorite house in Amherst, NH

Rocket dog.. MA

Mr. Bingo – MA

Dearest friend Derek…

Old bridge in Milford, NH

Sunset at Logan before takeoff to London

London/Oxford

July arrived and it was time to pack up and go visit old friends, meet new ones, and spend time with family in Europe. The Brits had spoken and the Brexit vote was in, the United Kingdom would separate from the EU!! This would work to the advantage of many travelers coming from the United States as the pound dropped to the lowest it had been in years. Phew… London was too pricey and a break was welcomed!!!

Arriving safely in London after a sleepless flight I trundled along through the winding paths and staircases of the Tube attempting to find my hotel in SoHo, only to have my suitcase lose a wheel (apparently I hurt its feelings bouncing it up and down the stairs of the Tube steps!!) … this did not make finding my hotel any easier or fun. At one point, with the wheel dangling on its last leg, I made an attempt to put it back into place and burnt my finger. Who would have thought a suitcase wheel could get so hot you could burn a finger off.. food for thought!!!! Finally finding my hotel, I stored luggage and set off to buy a new suitcase. I walked into one of those trinket novelty souvenir spots and asked about the ones he had out front. He said, “no no, no good, come with me and I show you more!” He brings me to the back of the store and into the basement…. I thought I had seen the last of London …however, a few laughs later between suitcase testing, I walked away with a purple suitcase that remained with me the rest of the trip (and one which I had to present to a friend given I broke hers I had borrowed and then broke my mother’s replacement… oops!!) Showered and ready to revisit London, I jumped on the Tube and found my way to Cannon Street Station where I met my friend Iain. He and I did not get a chance to meet up with each other when he visited HCMC, Vietnam eight months ago so I was beyond excited and thrilled how plans worked out to meet up in London.

Bloody English and their drinking

We walked and talked for ages, enjoyed drinks along the banks of the Thames and settled on dinner at Punch and Judy’s.

Courtyard Punch & Judy’s

The following day before catching the train that would take me to Oxford, the next spot on my U.K. adventure, Iain and I organized to meet up for lunch so I made my way to the London Stock Exchange (our meeting spot)… exiting the tube in the middle of the Financial District I instantly started having flash backs to my former life of stocks and bonds. We headed to Greenham’s, chatted, laughed, and exchanged big hugs; the lunch hour was up and there was a train to catch … it was difficult to say farewell to my dear friend and say thank you for taking the time to meet, our time together was great fun and will always be treasured!! When you have to depart from such amazing comfortable company you can only hope that you will stay in touch and make plans to meet in the future. We wished each other well and I set off to Oxford, it was time to see a friend I had not seen in eight years. What’s with the eights…?? Rachel, from Bermuda, was getting married and I was elated to be invited to such a wonderful occasion for an old dear friend.

Oxford is a city steeped in history and education (my brain hurt while running around such esteemed universities!!!).. so I took my running away from the educators and students and found a path along the River Thames, sang my songs, relaxed my brain watching the crew members (rowing), and maneuvered around the ambling tourist along the river banks … The wedding was a simple yet beautiful affair on the grounds of Brasenose College and it was a treat to see people from Bermuda that I had not seen in ages in addition to meeting some new people.. Hello Jo! (click to enlarge)

house on the River Thams – Oxford

Rachel and Simon

Courtyard at Brasenose College

Inside for wedding

Example of architecture in Edinburgh

Scotland

I settled into my seat and stared out the window of the train that whisked me through the countryside of the United Kingdom passing through cities such as Darlington, home to the world’s first passenger railway (and displayed an amazing rainbow), Newcastle, home to Newcastle Brown Ale, Newcastle United Football, and the Tyne Bridge (and looked remarkably ancient) until reaching Auld Reekie (aka Scotland). I was full of excitement to visit a country I had heard so many wonderful stories about!!

I honestly had no idea what was in store for me when I arrived and was certainly not let down when I walked out of the train station in search of a cab. When I climbed into the taxi I heard the football match on the radio ( yes EURO Cup was still happening) and I knew I had to get to my Airbnb quickly, unload and go find the match (and dinner!!). The taxi driver and I had a good exchange of football chatter taking place when he finally pauses and says, “you do not look like someone who would like football, you are American, they like ‘football!’ We had a good laugh and he successfully got me to the flat and offered to carry my 20 kg suitcase up three flights of stairs… YIKES!!!! Pleasantries exchanged with my host, I dropped everything and walked to the closest and nicest place I could find, the Beer Kitchen; I perched myself on a bar stool, ordered food (yes a salad!!), and watched the second half of the match.. Bloody Portugal GRRR!!!!!

Waking up early the next day I noticed that the rains of a summer morning in Edinburgh had ceased and I set out walking for the day learning and seeing as much of the city as I could. I will be the first to admit I did not do much research on Edinburgh or Scotland as a whole. The architecture and history is gorgeous and vast..

Hello Edinburgh Castle

The Parish Church of St. Cuthbert and the cemetary

St Johns Church

For a country that is known for its cloudy rainy weather, I guess I got lucky, I had days of sunshine (pictures are a little deceiving I know… ) so I made the most of it and walked as far and wide as possible. I walked around the grounds of St. John’s and The Parish Church of St. Cuthbert making my way down through the Princes Street Gardens taking photos of the Edinburgh Castle off to my right and the flowers around my feet. Each direction you turned there was something to photograph. (click to enlarge and see description)

Wojtek the Solider Bear Memorial

flowers in Princes Street Gardens

History of Castle Rock

Can not get enough, simply stunning castle on Castle Rock

I popped out of the gardens and ducked into the National Museum of Scotland … not one for museums in general, I took in the artwork and got back outside to the sunshine and sights.

It is what Scotland is known for – right Cameron…!!

Back on Princes Street I found myself looking up at the Sir Walter Scott Monument … and while writing this blog I found a quote by the man himself that sums up how life should be lived,

“One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances with paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation”.

Sir Walter Scott

Continuing my wanderings I made my way to Calton Hill (a UNESCO World Heritage Site). Calton Hill’s history goes back to the 1400’s (which I will not dive into now as the blog is long enough.. ) it is the location of the Scottish Government, National Monument, Nelson Monument, Dugald Stewart Monument, and the City Observatory (with a few others as well… ). Click to enlarge….

Calton Hill history

Dugald Stewart Monument

Nelson Monumnet

City Observatory

National Monument of Scotland

From the far corner of the Hill (could not tell you the direction because directions do not work well for me when walking) you can see Palace of Holyroodhouse (which I walked to but not in) and Arthur’s Seat (which I did not climb as I had much more city walking to do). This piece of land has been described by Robert Lewis Stevenson as, “a hill for magnitude, a mountain in virtue of its bold design”. (click to enlarge)…

Arthur’s Seat

Palace of Holyroodhouse

Views down Princes Street from Calton Hill

It was time to hit the Royal Mile and make my way back towards the Edinburgh Castle. The castle area of the Royal Mile has been a hillfort for over 2,000 years and origination of the city of Edinburgh’s name, ‘the hill fort on the sloping ridge’. The Royal Mile starts at the Edinburgh Castle entrance and ends at the gates of the Palace of Holyroodhouse. The architecture one notices up or down this ‘Mile’ (which is a little over a mile) is breathtaking and impressive. A wee history lesson: by 1645 as many as 70,000 people were living within the Royal Mile. Some buildings were fourteen stories high and there could be three hundred people living in one block with up to ten people sharing a single room. It wasn’t until the end of the 18th century that street cleaning was organised. (click on group photos to enlarge)

Little New England colors in Edinburgh

sights along Royal Mile

Royal Mile

quiet courtyard on Royal Mile

made me laugh…

Interestingly enough it was the poor folks who lived on the top floors of the tenement buildings and the shop keepers lived towards the ground floors. Little different from today’s living situations I would say… but, moving on I decided to take an underground tour of the South Bridge and was amazed at the history of the tunnels that existed and the conditions in which people lived and sadly passed away in.

Royal Mile and St Giles Cathedral

Tolbooth Church (backside)

Signet Library

St Giles Cathedral

Former housing along Royal Mile

I made my way up the road towards Edinburgh Castle. The historic fortress sits on Castle Rock overlooking the city and has been used as a castle since the 12th century (with other uses in between over the centuries). No history lesson here just photos for you….

Inside Edinburgh Castle

Views to the skies

Looking out towards Calton Hill

Dog Cemtary for military dogs

Edinburgh Castle – inside

views from the castle

Hours later I sat down at Beehive, a pub in the Grassmarket area, for a much deserved beer (or 2) and ordered my first ever Fish and Chips (she tasted well!!! – little Bermuda talk). I sat and watched the world go by for a few hours before finally making my way back to the flat to crash. PHEW – what a day, I guess I did not want it to end…

Skies of Edinburgh – Grassmarket

Grassmarket – Beehive

There are a good number of people out there who have read Da Vinci Code and have seen the movie, the chapel that is a focal point, Rossyln Chapel, is located just 9 miles outside Edinburgh. So I hopped on a bus and took myself to see the lovely chapel. I walked around the grounds before making my way to the Rossyln Castle and the river down below. The whole area was green and gorgeous and the chapel was quaint, full of details, and beautiful inside.

Rosslyn Chapel

Rosslyn Castle

sights along the path to Rosslyn Castle

Doors of Rosslyn Castle

Approaching Rosslyn Castle

grounds of Rosslyn Castle

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Back in the city I found myself walking towards Leith, a major port area serving Edinburgh. I discovered a fabulous walking path that led straight to the port, had a wander around, stopped for probably the best scone I have ever eaten and an Americano, then walked back to the city.

Path to Leith

The Port of Leigh

Calton Hill from the path from Leith

Having done so much walking I realized I was becoming irritable..duh.. no lunch can do this, I was hungry, so I stopped for a much-deserved glass of wine and bowl of mussels at Rosehip. I was joined by a feathered friend while I ate and ended up moving inside because it started getting chilly.. summer weather in Scotland!!!

Mussels and wine…

Rosehip company

Inside Rosehip

After doing some research on where I should have dinner, I left and made my way to Whiski Bar. Whiski Bar, small by looks but large inside! I sat down and ordered a traditional meat pie dish and yes, more wine. I either did not eat enough or drink enough because the waitress for my area started ignoring me… I am not as boozy as the Scots might be but this is no reason to ignore me… so I moved on and went ‘home’! (click to enlarge)

Meat pie

Practical bathroom needs

Sunset on Edinburgh Castle

Victoria Street and W Bow

It is the one right in the middle that matters… xx

It was time to move on to St. Monan’s in East Neuk of Fife but had to get cheesecake first. A dear Scottish friend advised me that Artisan Cheesecake was the best in town and he had informed them that I would be making a visit. I had to wait for the doors to open so stepped into the shop next store and ended up having a quick yet entertaining chat with the shop keeper about life and politics in Scotland versus life and politics in America. Needless to say we had a good laugh and a cringe over the events that were/are unfolding in both our countries. I moved next door and sure enough I was expected; ended up purchasing two pieces of cheesecake (which were well received in St Monans)… and left with a smile on my face (thank you Colin!!).

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I bought a piece on the right

just in case

Walk back from cheesecake hunt

Hopped on the bus an hour later and headed to St Monans. St Monans contains many historical buildings, including the now defunct windmill (which I visited) that once powered a salt panning industry (seen in photos with sea and rocks), and a 14th-century church that sits on the rocks above the water on the western side (photos below). Fife is the part of Scotland where the infamous St. Andrews University and golf course are located. I was informed again, thank you Colin, that is was a gorgeous part of the country and I should try and get there. Well I did and was not disappointed in the slightest!

growing wild on the coast of Scotland.. luv ya!!

I spent my first day in St. Monans walking the coastal path to the village of Pittenween, talking to volunteer coast guards, wandering the pretty town, and getting caught in the rain (well…. !!!)

Lighthouse in St Monans

views towards Pittenween

Street view of Pittenween

Salt panning

Approaching from St Monona

Coastal Path from St Monans to Crail

Walk towards Pittenween

Seaside home.. mm home.. someday!!

walking back towards St Monans, knew I was in trouble

During walk back…

I was invited to join in a family dinner with my host family. This has never happened while staying in an Airbnb, I was so grateful for being asked to join, of course I had to share my cheesecake, right?!?! (click to enlarge and see description)

doors of Pittenween

doors

Bikes of Pittenween

bikes

and bikes

and bikes…

The rain stopped, the sun was settling on the sea so I went for a wander in the village around the docks and towards a small chapel on an outcrop of land. The Church of Scotland St Monans is the church nearest the sea in the whole of Scotland and is one of the finest remaining from the Middle Ages in Scotland, was built by King David II Bruce (1329–71), initially for a small house of Dominican friar (click to enlarge)

contrasts

Post rains St Monans

Dock of St Monans

water views

View to town

docks St Monans

Reflections

Church of Scotland St Monans

Views towards

Views from behind

When I returned my host, Fiona, offered to take me to Anstruthers (another village along the coastal path further up) before dinner, which was ever so kind of her, I really felt like part of a family. This was a picturesque village that I could definitely be happy staying in. The sun was out and people were strolling about, so lovely and tranquil. I HAVE NO PICTURES OF ANSTRUTHERS… LUCKY YOU OR MY BAD!!!! …..

Got back, had dinner, and Fiona again offered to take me to the village of Crail. Another picturesque village along the coastal path. Have a look…click to enlarge!

Crail doors

doors

Street views

doors

The following morning I hopped on the bus and headed towards the infamous St Andrews. The drive was beautiful along the east coast of Scotland and I was curious to see what all the fuss was about in regards to this golf course. Not being a golfer and really could give a hoot about golf I quickly made my way to the golf course – and yes it is a golf course on the coast and yes it is gorgeous but the sea and architecture was much more attractive to me so… I moved on! I was captivated by the beauty of St. Andrews Castle, St Andrews University (one of the world’s oldest universities), St Rule’s Tower, and St. Andrews Cathedral. (click to enlarge and see descriptions)

St Andrews Castle

St Andrews University

Not a bad place to be buried

Entrance to St Andrews Cathedral and Cemetary

Entrance through the walls

St Andrews Cathedral

I decided I had enough of these small coastal village, made my way back to Edinburgh and met a friend for an impromptu dinner. There is a thrill and a shiver that came with making a spontaneous decision like this, it would be one of three quick decisions l made on this holiday. Meeting at a little cafe called Afogatto, we settled on a place to stay (only to find out they put us in a postage stamp size room), we sorted out a new room after a great deal of laughter, opened a bottle of wine, and organized dinner. Dinner at Scran and Scallie was delicious, the oysters were to die for…. so good we ordered two helpings!! We had a great laughs, great food, and great conversation from start to finish.

The following day I headed to Stirling Castle in Stirling, Scotland (45 minutes or so outside of Edinburgh). I did not know anything about this area or castle and was blown away by the beauty and history of the whole area. Who honestly knew there were so many battles and so much history in Scotland. There had been at least eight sieges of Stirling Castle, including several during the Wars of Scottish Independence, with the last being in 1746, when Bonnie Prince Charlie unsuccessfully tried to take the castle. I am ashamed that I did not know more about this historical castle, but after the time I spent listening and learning, I am more knowledgeable now than I was before. I walked around and through Stirling Castle in the pouring rain. I learned from the first downpour in Pittenween that my ‘rain-proof’ jacket was not rainproof, so I became one of those tourists and bought a poncho to wear over my rainproof jacket.. talk about goofball…. but I stayed dry and that was what mattered.

Stirling Castle

Beauty…

cannon over cemetary towards National Wallace Monument

Grand Battery

I knew I would not remember…

Details

It is Scotland afterall…

Great Hall – Stirling Castle

The National Wallace Monument

grounds of Stirling Castle

Views from Stirling Castle

Views

Edges and masterpieces

Stirling

I wandered through the streets of Stirling and made my way down to a cafe to get out of the rain, enjoyed a cup of coffee, and waited for my friend to arrive so we could go to lunch at a little place called Jam Jar. Not sure what came over me but split decision number two was made, I changed my ticket and stayed a few more days in a country I was growing to love. The greenery, the sights, and the people just pulled me in! Those who know me know I love sunshine but being in a country this beautiful I did not mind that it was rainy and overcast my last couple days there. Deciding to stay was the best decision ever!! With the extended stay the next stop was the west coast of Scotland. Pausing here to that add that split decision number three was also made at this point because chaos was breaking out in Istanbul and I had to reconfigure my plans for the last stop of my summer. The decision was made with the help of Paul and Gil (in Lucca, Italy) and I would stay the remainder of my summer holiday in Lucca, Italy!!! With that decided we moved on with the day and set off towards Aberfoyle passing the train track bridge used in the Harry Potter films, over Duke’s Pass, stopping at the Oyster Inn for lunch (oysters of course)!! Discovered locals here loved to talk, while waiting for a table at lunch I learned that there are over 150 castles in Scotland ( I think I saw four), who knew!!

Harry Potter tracks

Finally reached the west coast town of Oban. This town has a bay that is a near perfect horseshoe, protected by the island of Kerrera; and beyond Kerrera, the Isle of Mull. Sadly we only saw the port and turned back as the rain had not let up and neither of us felt like getting out and walking in the rain. Instead, went back towards Doune and Doune Castle. Doune Castle was originally built in the thirteenth century, then probably damaged in the Scottish Wars of Independence,[1] before being rebuilt in its present form in the late 14th century by Robert Stewart, Duke of Albany. The rain had let up and we went for a walk along the river and through the woods to Doune Castle, wellies, raincoats, and all…just in case!!

Doune Castle

The last morning in Scotland I had the chance to play tennis at University of Stirling, this is where Andy Murray trained while growing up in Dunblane. I, (thank goodness) seemed to be in good form because I won.. ha ha- not rubbing it in of course .. we had a good battle and a good laugh about it all!!

The company of the Scots was spontaneous, gorgeous, adventurous, and full of endless information and intriguing conversations; I really enjoyed learning and being among such a lovely group of people. Connections were made that I did not think possible and only hope that we can meet up again in the future, it made a simple trip to Scotland into a trip I will never forget!!

Thank you Scotland

“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment… ” ― John Steinbeck,

The tour of Scotland came to an end with a heart full of smiles and a tinge of sadness, it was onto Amsterdam, the Venice of the North due to the number of canals. Having been to Venice last summer I was interested to see the comparison. Although there is the similarity of the canals, Amsterdam does not compare to Venice. Venice canals can not be matched!! In Amsterdam I met up with Tom who I met randomly at the airport in Hanoi last October and got ready to explore the city on bicycles. Tom did not let me down!! He arrived bright and early in the morning with bike in hand (literally) and we set off. Stopping for breakfast first (no dinner for me!) and then making our way through numerous streets, side streets, and walkways. He took me to the Palace, the Red Light District, along the canals, over the wooden bridge, to lunch, and then to Vondelpark near the Rijks Museum after seeing a Bansky exhibit and finally, we bought a bottle of wine to enjoy while we sat in the park people watching, definitely worth doing!! I would say the 24 hours I spent in Amsterdam were enough for me, it was time to hit the beaches in Dubrovnik, Croatia!!! Tom – thank you so much for taking the time to show me your gorgeous city!!!

canals

transportation and canals

Anne Frank House

sights along canals

Royal Palace of Amsterdam

Pubs

Canal views

Oldest bar in Amsterdam

locals

Herring – tradional dish

Banksy

Vondelpark

people watching in Vondelpark

Croatia

Dubrovnik (UNESCO World Heritage Site)..AWWW!!! This is a place I will make certainly make an effort to visit hopefully every summer. Departed the airport, climbed into a bus that would take me to the Old City, and set my eyes on the Adriatic sea over the cliffs we were driving on, I could not help but be mesmerized by the blue sea-green color of the sea below us. I knew I was going to enjoy myself instantly!! I arrived after a little difficulty of finding my Airbnb, changed into my bathing suit, and headed out for the beach. The thing about Europe and beaches is you have to pay to have a chair and an umbrella if you want one. There are public beaches, but do you think I packed a towel to sit on the beach with … um no! So I happily paid for my lounge chair and crashed for the day soaking up the sunshine, smelling the salty air, and dipping my lower body into the sea. Shockingly the water was cold, that gorgeous blue water was deceiving and quite chilly.

Old City from my balcony

Fort Bokar

Fort Bokar entrance

The Old City of Dubrovnik (when translated means oak grove) is believed to have been founded in the 7th century, is gorgeous inside the walls and outside the walls. The walls that run almost 2 kilometres (1.2 miles) around the city. The walls run from 4 to 6 metres (13–20 feet) thick on the landward side but are much thinner on the seaward side. The system of turrets and towers were intended to protect the vulnerable city. In addition, this complex structure, amongst the largest and most complete in Europe, protected the freedom and safety of a “civilised” and “sophisticated” republic that flourished in peace and prosperity for some five centuries. (click to enlarge)

Church of St Ignacious

Cathedral of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary

inside the walls

alleys inside the wall

alleyways

Church of St Blase

Placa Stradun

The city is also become famous for its portrayal in Game of Thrones, representing the cities of King’s Landing and Qarth. I was very fortunate and found an amazing flat that had views from the balcony to the city and the outlying islands.. did I really have to leave, couldn’t I just stay here the rest of the summer…?!?!? I would love to find a place by the sea (does not have to have views, but that would help), I really just want a home by the sea!!! OH WAIT I AM MOVING TO OMAN… THE SEA WILL BE 10 MINUTES AWAY… Solved!!!!

I decided I had enough sun I went for a wander in the Old City. The entire city constructed in white-washed stone and held a beauty that resembled Italy. The roofs of the homes and buildings were constructed with red tiles and uniform throughout the city. The country and city are full of history it would take ages to learn it all. I walked and walked and soaked it all in. What I did notice about the city was the young culture that was there. Seemed to be quite the party city, I did not experience this but loved watching people in their outfits walk by while I was eating dinner. First night’s dinner, oysters.. second night’s dinner, oysters (Cele – ok), and my last night’s dinner, oysters (Kamenice)… these were by far the best!!!!! Clearly a trend in my meals this summer… My third night’s dinner was at Gusti and I indulged in the area’s most popular dish of Black Seafood Risotto … this was a brilliant dish and I ate every last bit!! I ate the same dish on my last night at Kamenice. The third night while I was having a pizza at Pizzeria Castro I noticed that Kamenice had a line out the door all night long, so I decided to try it on my last night and loved everything I ate… no wonder people were waiting!!! At Pizzeria Castro I was just finishing up my meal when a lovely girl asked if my second seat was available and if she could join me. She sat down (obviously it was empty haha!!!) and we ended up talking for the next hour and a half, such a lovely girl traveling on her own from Finland. We tried to meet up the next day but unfortunately she returned from her island tour a little late and I was ready for bed.. man I am getting old!!!! I also took advantage of running by the ocean and went twice, enjoying every moment along the route, nothing can surpass running along the coast!!! Pure bliss for me...

Sunsets

Eat your heart out…

Beach

Sunset

food – Pokemon Go!

Sunrise!!!!

I made my way over to Lokrum Island (island you can see in photos) and had a long wander around the island before settling down on the rocks for an afternoon basking in more sunshine. I contemplated the nudist beach but just did not get up the nerve to venture through the gates... oh well, there is always next summer!!! There is an old fort to explore on the island and I was the only one who was inside, not sure where everyone was because there were plenty of people who got off the ferry with me and who were already on the island. Did not fuss me too much as I really enjoyed the peace and quiet, the old structure, and the donkeys!!!! Making my way back to the Old City via ferry I wandered for a bit exploring more nooks than I had before sitting down for dinner. So many photo opportunities in these old cities I had to restrain myself…(click to enlarge)

because you should not..

running sights

View from Lokrum Island

Fort on Lokrum Island

sights on Lokrum Island

Had boat envy…

favorite

Italy

Italy was now on the horizon and I was beyond excited. I was spending time with two of my most favorite people in the world. Paul and Gil live in Lucca and although I saw them last year, I was so excited to see them again this summer. Another annual trip I think .. right?!?! Who would not want to go to Lucca each year, who would not want to spend time with two people who are such joys to be around? Paul and Gil have given me support and invaluable pieces advice over the years, I am forever grateful we have the relationship we do! (click to enlarge)

the way of life in Lucca

Istituto Di Alta Cultura Istituto Musicale Luigi Boccherini – view from Paul and Gil’s

Moat of Lucca

Plaza strolls in Lucca

Yup – Handsome and fabulous…

This visit I went to Pietra Santa with Paul for lunch and his dear friend Madeleine, later in the week we had lunch with their good friends Daniella and Regine, and went to a party in the hills of Lucca. Other times we talked at home, walked the city, ate, and napped. I could not have asked for a better way to end my summer holidays. I was also able to run the wall a couple times and loved it!

hill party of Lucca

Doors of Lucca

Remaining sections of Ancient Roman ampitheatre

sights along my run

The walls of Lucca

Inside looking out

snacks

Pietra Santa

Time to head to HCMC

Made my way to Istanbul via Rome by the skin of my teeth!! Where does this come from, since when do our teeth have skin on them.. google..phrase comes from the Book of Job, in which Job is subjected to horrible trials by Satan, to be relieved finally by God. I landed at S.Goeken airport in Istanbul and had to take a bus that went clear across the city and included a transfer in order to get to Ataturk airport, in Istanbul. Flight at Ataturk departed at 19:30 and I arrived at 18:15…. approaching the check-in counter the man says, ‘oh good you made it with 2 minutes to spare!” I turned and said, “well it is a good thing I am already checked in then right…!!” Fast tracked me through security and I headed to the gate (arrived to see that we appear to be leaving a little late!!) This made me feel a little better and to make things even better, the two middle seats in my row were empty.. SCORE~~~ Flight from Dubai to HCMC, not so lucky, but went quickly enough that I was not so fussed. I had a ghastly eight and half hour layover in Dubai, I did the wise thing and checked into a lounge, caught up with friends, and took a shower before catching the last flight of my summer holiday to HCMC.

Sights of HCMC….

skies of HCMC

sunsets of HCMC

Gianni and Alex – La Forchetta

Nadia…

Jeff and Andy…

Birthdays and farewells..

HCMC staple – Banh Mi

Reunions!!!

Next step for me….

As you all know change is in the air and I am on the move to Oman. On Tuesday, August 9th I will start the journey for my new job in this country. I have heard nothing but wonderful stories about Oman -from the culture to the people and this really excites me. I have done quite a bit of reflecting about my life this summer and I am as grateful as a person can be for the opportunities I have been given currently and in the past. I have stated this in most postings but feel it is important to recognize. I hope through my experiences and opportunities I am making choices that help broaden my perspective, culturally expand my views, and help me become a better person. I have met some amazing people along my travels and will treasure the memories that have come from those meetings. There will be a time in the future when we will meet again, this I am sure of! We shall see what happens during the next adventure in the life of me….. stay tuned in!!!!

Thank you for reading xx

Life is too short – soak it up and live it to the fullest!

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Summer 2016...

Summer 2016…

The 2015-2016 school year and experience of teaching in Vietnam has come to an end… and what an experience it has been as most of you know. I went from being completely negative about my experiences (thank you Doris for correcting me on this) to chalking everything I saw, witnessed, and engrossed myself in up to humor or ignorance. To this day I can not get over the traffic and the ridiculous…

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Myanmar, also known as Burma, borders my closest neighbors of Thailand, Laos, and China. There are 135 recognized ethnic groups spread out over seven states in the country. Interestingly enough it is one of the world’s most corrupt nation (hoping that changes with the new President who took office in March 2016), and is the largest exporter of opium (after Afghanistan). There are four major language groups recognized in the country and Yangon, Mandalay, Inle Lake, and Bagan are the most visited cities in the country. Since 1992 the government has been encouraging tourism into the country. Myanmar has experienced its fair share of wars over the years. As such, “much of the country is off-limits to tourists, and interactions between foreigners and the people of Myanmar, particularly in the border regions, are subject to police scrutiny. They are not to discuss politics with foreigners, under penalty of imprisonment and, in 2001, the Myanmar Tourism Promotion Board issued an order for local officials to protect tourists and limit “unnecessary contact” between foreigners and ordinary Burmese people” (Wikipedia). The largest natural resource for Myanmar are mined gems such as rubies, sapphires, and jade. I treated myself to a sapphire or two and a locally mined aquamarine. The process of buying the gems was long and the negotiating laughable, but in the end I paid close to half the starting price and I walked away very pleased! Pays to haggle sometimes…

With the history of Myanmar stated above this blog posting will be another picture walk of my adventures. Sri Lanka was long and wordy so I would like you to enjoy the photos of this trip instead of reading about everything I did.

The journey began in Bagan after departing Saigon with two coworkers (not planned) who I have traveled with once before and really enjoy their company. Funnily enough, even in this small community we only dinner together in Bagan once as our hotels were not that close together and lack of phone usage it was difficult to coordinate any other meeting places. We ate at one of the few Western restaurants in the area and each meal was fantastic (I ate there every night too afraid to get sick from the local dishes). I met a lovely German girl named Anita and we explored Bagan by bicycle, Ebike, and foot for 2 days. Traveling is a wonderful way to meet people who you can hopefully see again! Anita and I had great laughs and took in some amazing temples.

Sunrise Bagan

Up and away over Bagan

Sunrise Day 1

After sunrise I explored the area where I was before heading back for breakfast…

transportation

lone walker

sunshine squeezing in

Sun beaming inside

Day 2 sunrise and exploring around Bagan….

touring Bagan

original paintings

Sunrise Day 2

Sunset Old Bagan

Love this photo – he took us to the top of this temple

our other guide to the temple

We found out that we could get drinks while watching the sun set over the Irrawaddy so off we went. We asked for Ebikes and a driver each. No drinking and driving Ebikes for us.

Day 3 of Bagan…

Temples and Ebikes

Anita and I

Cozy spot with Buddha

Sunset

Bagan is in the wake of the boat I had boarded to cruise up the Irrawaddy River to Mandalay. I had 12 hours to sit and soak up the surroundings. I made sure the ipod was charged and the coloring book was close by. Come noon it only felt right to crack open a local beer and enjoy the afternoon with a meal provided by the boat crew. The cruise started at sunrise and ended just before sunset..

Sunrise on the Irrawaddy

Starting their day

temples everywhere

everyone needs transportation

sight upon arriving at dock in Mandalay

I was not impressed with Mandalay. We were greeted by red-teethed men who had been chewing cocoa leaves since birth it seemed and wanted to give passengers a ride to their destination. I took my life in my hands, hopped on a bike with a complete stranger and he brought me directly (and safely) to my hotel, Tiger One Hotel, which was a simple yet clean hotel. I was under the impression he was completely stoned but I am sitting here typing this blog with all limbs and teeth entacted so I lived to tell about it. I was in desperate need of charging my camera (yes I forgot my charger in HCMC!!! Can we say.. duh?!?) so I found the closest mall, I know I know.. you do not go to Mandalay to go to the mall. I was desperate!!! I stood in the store for over an hour charging my camera thanks to a really great store helper. I walked through the night market after the mall, bought myself some street food (chicken and okra – my staple in the country), and headed back to the hotel. I had an early flight the following morning. No pictures to prove I was there, sorry!

Except this –

yup – one of 3 paying customers on flight to Inle Lake

Arriving in Inle Lake I hopped into a taxi and went to my guesthouse La Maison Birmane and loved what I saw at first glance.

How did they know…

Settled into my stunning room and went for a walk to The French Touch which would become a daily stop for me. They had excellent coffee and chocolate croissants.

Thinking of you…

I met my coworkers again in Inle Lake and explored the local winery together, always nice to mix friends, wine, and travel.

Mel and Ross

Sunset Red Mountain winery

you must …

mmm

I mainly relaxed in Inle Lake after I took a boat cruise, as one does in Inle. I had an amazing young man as a guide along the river. Well educated, spoke great English, and had a wonderful family that he invited me to visit with him and have snacks and tea. It was quite an honor for me to be invited into their home and explore by canoe the floating gardens around their area.

Inle Lake and Inn Dain (which is home to more than 1,000 temples)

Home to 1,000 temples

wonderful guide

my mode of transportation for the afternoon

fishermen

stilted post office

stilted home and transportation

Inn Dain and some of the 1,000 temples…

My tour back to the main land included a sunset (of course) and more beautiful sights…

Guide’s family

Guide’s uncle’s house

Monks on a bridge

fisherman – young doing his work

Fishermen posing

Sunset

From Inle Lake I embarked for Yangon..

departure lounge Inle Lake

arriving late in the evening and departing in the morning I did not get a chance to explore the city but I did take in the Shwedagon Pagoda. The Merchant Art Hotel had what they classified as a rooftop bar (which in fact was a roof with four tables on it where you could sit, drink a beer, and order food), there was no real ambiance except for a boy who was trying to sing All of Me by John Legend, it was a sad rendition but the being able to see the pagoda was a treat. The next morning before my flight I did in fact go explore the pagoda inside…

flower seller

exiting the pagoda

colors walking back

An amazing trip through and through. A country full of history with temples still standing to demonstrate. The people were lovely and friendly and tried to help the best they could. Traveling within the country was easy in my experience, but I spoiled myself and flew rather than taking a bus which would have taken hours and from what I had heard is a night mare. I am so grateful that I had the opportunity this year to explore a country that is about to see tourism explode. There were still many places we explored that not many tourists go to and that is a special treat. There is beauty around each corner in Myanmar and I hope that you can see this for yourself someday.

After taking a two week break from traveling I boarded a plane bound for Singapore. I had not been to Singapore yet and found out that the HSBC Rugby 7s tournament was being hosted here and after much debate (between Singapore and Hong Kong) I decided to buy my tickets and go. I am extremely happy that I did because I had an amazing weekend watching rugby, bantering with the bloody French, and seeing friends I had not seen in 10 years.

My friend Christine decided to join me at the last minute and that just added to the fun. Christine had never watched rugby and by the weekend’s end she watched 45 games total and became a fan. We started talking about what to wear next year!!!! Games, costumes, overpriced beers and french fries, we laughed, cheered, and met some great people! Here are out adventures.

arriving HCMC style

let the games begin

Scots battled

Mexicans came

his team was not playing

Sumos

#1 New England Patriots player Nate Ebner

bloody French

We made it

Oh yes she did!! and with my phone

We stayed with a lovely woman named Irene, who very graciously opened her home to us for the weekend. There are so many people out there that you will meet and I know Christine and I will not forget her hospitality for a long time. Thank you Irene. We both look forward to seeing you again in Singapore.

Back in Saigon for the remainder of the school year we are making the most of our last weeks. Here are a few sights from the city…

People’s Committee Building

I attempted touch rugby

Touch rugby team

has to get there somehow

Sleeping on Ha Ba Trung

Salt and Vinegar Science experiment

I was the chosen one

Ice Bucket charity

running sights

Hair Bar – yup with wine

Teacher’s Day

Reading the young girl’s palm

Victory Day 2016

Family and friends I want to thank you for reading my blog this year. It has been fun keeping it up (a wee late sometimes ) but I hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I have enjoyed putting it together. I will be heading to the States on June 15th, first stop New Mexico and then off to New Hampshire. From there I will have a fun-filled summer planned and can not wait.. Thank you for reading.. see you soon!!!

parting words…

Forever grateful

Can not wait to see them again..

Myanmar and more… Myanmar, also known as Burma, borders my closest neighbors of Thailand, Laos, and China. There are 135 recognized ethnic groups spread out over seven states in the country.

#bagan #ebikes #food #HCMC #mandalay #Myanmar #Saigon #singapore #yangon

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