I think you see them in every big city that is a tourist destination: those open-topped, double decker, hop-on, hop-off tourist buses with their passengers hanging over the sides to see what there is to see. Yes, they are very touristy, but are they any good? Interesting? Worth the money?
I think yes to all of the above. One time I was traveling with a friend who is a resident of Washington DC. She wasn’t too sure of the idea of spending the day touring on a hop-on, hop-off bus. She said that they laughed at the eager-eyed tourist as they were driven through the streets of their city. When the day was over, she said she wouldn’t laugh at them any more. It is a good way to see the great sites of the city that you are visiting.
Picture this, you are in an exciting new city that you have dreamed of visiting. The sun is shining (not too hot, just perfect), you are on the top deck, you have your ear buds in and are listening to the commentary as the bus rolls past the sites of the city: Eiffel Tower, Arch de Triomphe, down the Champs Elysees, Louvre, Notre Dame.
It’s not cheap, but neither is it expensive. Think of it as being in the DIY section of travel products.
My tip: know the layout of the city before you get there. Know the sites that you want to really visit and explore and those that are more of a photo stop. This is the day to make sure that you get the photo stops in. You might not have time to really explore the sites that you have traveled so far to see. Save them for tomorrow when you can use cheaper mass transit. Today is for relaxing and enjoying the unique view that you get from the top deck of the bus.
What are your thoughts? Do you like the hop-on, hop-off buses? Too touristy for you? Too costly?
Who do you like to travel with? A close friend? A family member? That very special someone in your life? I have traveled with all of the above and enjoyed all of the trips and the special bonding times. But, my very favorite person to travel with is my husband of 35 years- Jim. What comes to mind when I think of traveling with Jim? The very fun and exciting times: Our 25th wedding anniversary trip to Thailand. When we threw out the budget and celebrated achieving a mile-stone that a lot of people never achieve. The scary times: When we crossed the Mexican border in our RV, hit a light sensor, and we and everything that we had with us became property of the Mexican government. Or the time driving the RV through the “maze” in the California Bay Area and had 2 fender benders within 10 minutes. The relaxing family fun times: camping and boating with the kids at Trinity Lake in northern California. Visiting the southern California desert with my parents and sitting in the sunshine and knowing that the people at home are getting rained on (that’s what I’m doing right now). I’ve enjoyed all of it.
Happy birthday, Jim. I am so looking forward to spending 2 months in France with you this fall.
Once again, I seem to be eating. We were traveling through Israel and the West Bank with my sister, who works for a NGO and has spent a lot of time there. She introduced us to shawarma. Seriously good stuff!
We stayed in Jericho in the West Bank for a few nights and had shawarma at a place in town. The restaurant had a cart on the street where they kept the food warm and prepared the shawarma. As we stood there on the street, we watched the tourists drive by in their air-conditioned buses. Sitting high above the streets and looking down on the activity. Never a part of it. Just looking on and not getting to really experience any of it. What a pity, to be so close and miss the opportunity to come to a better understanding of the people in the countries that you are visiting.
Wait a minute, he only had three of the flat bread that he needed. There were four of us. He told us that he needed to get some more. We stood on the sidewalk and talked and watched everything that was going on around us while we waited. The needed bread arrived. We didn’t see how the bread got there but were too hungry to spend much time thinking about it. When I was looking at my photos, I saw the delivery man that brought the bread.
I think we might have been distracted by the truck loads of Palestinian Forces driving by.
Everyone knows that after a good meal a cup of coffee is needed and here’s the guy for you. Starbucks Palestinian style.
Our cruise had a scheduled stop in Kusadasi, Turkey for visiting ancient Ephesus. We signed up for a 4-8 person tour of the historical, Christian sites in the area. As it turned out, we were the only ones that signed up for the tour. What a great deal! For the price of a group tour, we had a guide and driver all to ourselves.
It was one of those days that you remember long after you return home. If we didn’t have the pictures, we might doubt that it had ever happened. Seeing the remains of Biblical Ephesus and the other sites has given us a greater understanding of the Bible. Now when we read about Ephesus, we have pictures to put with it.
One of the things that really made the day was the lunch stop. Our guide asked us if we had any preferences or dislikes and we told him we wanted to try some local foods. He knew just the place. Bizim Ev Hanimeli Restaurant is buffet style serving Turkish food cooked by “Mama”. So many dishes with yogurt, eggplant, zucchini! Did I say that is was fantastic? It was all so good. They have two eating areas: one they seem to steer the tourist groups to and the other seems to be for the locals. You can buy Mama’s cookbook on their website. Sitting outside in the sunshine with the hanging strings of garlic, onions, dried red peppers, and dried eggplant eating food unlike any I had ever eaten was amazing.
Hmm, I might be seeing a pattern here. It seems like I might really enjoy sitting outside, in the sunshine eating or drinking coffee.
I love Europe. I love the architecture and the history. My husband, while he enjoys Europe, loves sunshine. Puerto Rico is the perfect compromise. We flew there in January and I remember splashing through the standing water on the tarmac as we ran to the plane. About seventeen hours later, we disembarked into the sunshine of Puerto Rico.
We spent a week of our time there in a vacation rental close to the El Yunque rain forest. I loved listening to the Coquí frogs and picking grapefruit off of the trees for breakfast. Our “landlord” brought us a variety of things that grow to eat. They seem to eat a lot of roots. Some were good and others were, well, not so good.
From there we moved to a hotel that was close to Old San Juan. We enjoyed exploring the area, visiting the forts, and dreaming of pirates. It was very interesting trying the local cuisine.
One of the memories I treasure most were the breakfasts we shared at Hacienda San Jose. The lazy ocean-front mornings were fantastic. Any time that I can sit and sip coffee and watch water I’m happy.
Somewhere I read about buying a cow bell at the street market in Nevşehir, Turkey and I determined then and there that I must have my very own Turkish cow bell. As my husband and I always enjoy the local markets it really wasn’t any trouble to visit it.
The market wasn’t a disappointment. The aisles of colorful fruit and vegetable displays made me wish that we had a kitchen so that I could take some home and cook. Then there were the cheese merchants with their cheeses in 5-gallon buckets (though I don’t suppose they are called 5-gallon buckets there). The egg sellers with stacks and stacks of crated eggs. Clothing, do-dads, tools, sunflower seeds, a few used things. They had everything there. I bought a beat-up, old metal colander that hangs in my kitchen and adds a lot of character.
I finally found a box of cow bells sitting in a corner. Neglected! Poor things. You might not be aware of it, but the important thing when making the decision on which cow bell to purchase is how it sounds. It must be just right. Quickly the three men at the booth found more bells and were helping me ring them. I finally found the perfect sounding bell and we negotiated the price. I looked back as we were walking away, and the men were busy hanging bells from everywhere that they could hang one from. They were no longer sitting neglected in a box. They had no idea that women would come all the way from the United States to ring and buy their bells.
Thailand in January. I love to escape to sunshine during the cold winter months and it was another warm, well hot really, beautiful day. We hired a guide and drove to the famous floating market (that’s another blog). After somehow folding ourselves into an extremely shallow boat and fighting our way through the market boats, we were floating along on the back cannels. Piers with friendly dogs running on them lined the cannels. More piers headed away from the cannel and served as pathways to the houses that were built on stilts to raise them above the water level.
Way back there, away from the shopping crazed crowd, we came across this man selling soup. Our guide bought some for us and we continued our float in the hot sunshine now holding bowls of hot, noodle soup with broth from the noodles dripping down our chins (no napkins of course). It was really very good! And a day I will always remember. Since then, I have wondered where he washed his dishes.