Tag: Travel

Let the Good Times Roll . . . Nawlins Style!

May 19, 2010

Ah, the joy of good times spent with good friends in the mighty New Orleans! And my sixth year at the city’s Jazzfest reminded me of why I return every year! Traditionally headed down for the second of the two Apr/May weekends, this year, college friends and I opted for the first weekend . . . though unfortunately the rains seemingly shared the same idea. Yet a little rain, ok torrential downpours, couldn’t stop the great people, delicious food, and soulful music that New Orleans shines for! And with the return of the famous Moochie Bushman and a prime hotel in French Quarter center, it was game on! Here’s a little taste from the hot days and the cool nights . . .

At the Fairgrounds, 2010 VIP style, where the wine and beer flowed, the Po-Boys were devoured, the girls’ dancing enticed, the cameras captured, and the Allman Brothers closed on yet another fine fine day at the world’s greatest music festival!

Return of the Bushman to Jazzfest . . .

Return of the Bushman to Jazzfest . . .

. . . celebrating the final moments with the Allmans!

. . . celebrating the final moments with the Allmans!

In the French Quarter the hand-grenades were drank, the characters were drunk, the inviting ladies lined the sidewalks, and the French architecture brought the always historic and classy ambiance to it all . . .

Hey pups!

Hey pups!

U need a biscuit?

U need a biscuit?

Come the night, at the Howlin’ Wolf, the musicians roared, the bright lights glowed, and the crowd raged . . . all until the wee hours of the morning . . . (photos for Soul’d Out Productions)

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Walter *Wolfman* Washington

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

Vaughn Benjamin of Midnite

And last, but surely NEVER least, the Preservation Hall Jazz Band performed in the intimate space of the classic venue of the same name . . .

Preserving traditional New Orleans jazz!

Preserving traditional New Orleans jazz!

As always, many thanks for reading and well, if you’ve never delighted in this wonderful city, it’s never too late!

Cheers

Alive on the Beaches of Cape Verde!

April 22, 2010

Inhabiting the ten African islands (and five islets) of Cabo Verde (Cape Verde) are the West African / Portuguese mix of friendly Creole speaking people. A short flight from Senegal, the island of Santiago houses the current capital city of Praia, as well as the first capital of Cidade Velha (Old City), the first Portuguese settlement in Africa in the mid-15th century. Although by mid-18th century, piracy and privateering forced a move of the capital to the nearby city of Praia.

Old town Praia

Old town Praia

In my week of visiting good American friends Rachel and Mike, I explored Praia and Cidade Velha and over the weekend, the three of us drove to Tarrafal, a stunning beach on the opposite side of the island. The leisurely two hour drive through the mountainous center, and the return along the coast, were both magnificent, with beautiful scenery and modest towns.

To Tarrafal...

To Tarrafal...

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... through the quaint towns ... ;)

The beach at Tarrafal lies within the surrounding hills, bathed in the warm evening light with each passing day of perfect weather. Meanwhile, the overlooking restaurants serve their delicious fresh fish and Cabo Verdean specialities, and the small, humble villas provide a night’s rest right off the sea.

Tarrafal beach

Tarrafal beach

And while the dramatic landscapes were wonderfully picturesque, the beach activity was the highlight for me. The young boys flipped over large tires, played pick-up fútbol, and body-boarded across the incoming waves . . . all the while playfully jesting with one another and flirting with the cute girls engaged in their own sideline games. And with the exception of too frequent a naked boy too old to be running around naked, the scene was a visual delight and everyone was very welcoming in allowing me to photograph them from quite close!

Playing on Tarrafal beach...

Playing on Tarrafal beach...

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Women collecting rocks for the home

Women collecting rocks for the home

In the mornings, the women and their boys would fill buckets with small rocks from the other end of the beach and walk them back with buckets on head to form large piles, eventually used for the roofs of new homes. They made trip after trip, hour after hour . . . it was all quite impressive!

And in the days that followed, I visited the old city of Cidade Velha where a similar welcoming attitude was apparent and where the boys played fútbol right at the water’s edge. The scene, just past palm trees and rock beach and backed by colorful fishing boats, was brilliant with the setting sun illuminating the water and highlighting the players. I couldn’t help jump in the mix and snap a few shots while doing my best to keep the water below the knees (I was wearing pants ;o) and not fall over with equipment and all!

Waterfront sport at Cidade Velha

Waterfront sport at Cidade Velha

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(notice the boy?)

(notice the boy?)

Other men fished and sold the most colorful fish I’ve ever seen to the local women. Hodjita, Garopa, and Balantin were just three of these vibrant red fish. The smaller boys helped the fishermen and marveled at these wonderful creatures before them. And after snapping a photo or two of them, they humorously asked for more and more to be taken, while continuously asking to see each and every one. They spoke to me in Creole excitedly and similar to the Kenyan children, each boy would jump in front of the next to be the most prominent in the next photo. My new friend Ze, a Cidade Velha native, though ironically now an eight year Rhode Island resident, translated the childrens’ Creole to mean “we’re kids just playing kid’s games!”. Ha, very cute.

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Ze, or Leke, was a pleasure to meet and spend some of two days with. While he’s found himself back in Cabo Verde under less then favorable conditions, I was very happy to make his acquittance, be invited into his grandmother’s family home, and learn much of their small town culture that I came to appreciate very much. Here in Cidade Velha, everyone knows everyone, there’s a widely accepted open-door policy, and the children run about free and safe to enjoy their childhood as young children should. My thoughts are plentiful and if your desire for more is as well, just ask! In the meanwhile, I can only hope the weight of life can be lifted from this great and generous man . . . for his spirit is larger than life itself and the children recognize it in all its glory.

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Ze

Ze

I look forward to learning more Portuguese, and maybe a bit of Creole, and returning to visit some of the other islands I’ve heard so much good about! For those interested . . . direct, affordable flights from Boston on Cabo Verde Airlines are available . . . although don’t expect to find flight information easily on the web! Hit me up and I’ll do my best to help.

A Senegalese Lesson Well Learned

April 17, 2010

Lonely Planet can sometimes be an optimistic bunch! For I suppose it’s best for bringing tourism to a location, although I’m sorry that I can’t necessarily be as optimistic when it comes to Dakar, Senegal!

For the Senegalese capital boasts some of the best West African arts and culture . . . color, dress, and music, and much more. The Muslim dominated culture dresses very elegantly, simply, and colorfully, and the men look oh so cool in long robes, sunglasses, and “hats”. The paintings, fabrics, and other various arts are abundant and the artists sell them hard in the streets. The Orange mobile company monopolizes the market and seems to have thousands of boys working for them, as there are several boys selling the credit scratch-off cards on every street corner. It’s a tough, selling society with endless competition, thereby making one sell harder and faster than his brother. Everything is for sale on the streets, one never even has to enter inside a store. Though for the unsuspecting visitor to center city Dakar, the in-your-face selling culture can quickly smother and turn one off to the city. I, for one, fell victim and found myself strongly disliking the city and looking to exit as quickly as possible!

Fortunately, I found solace and friendship when traveling to the beautiful UNESCO World Heritage island of Gorée where I met Leia. A native to Dakar, though living abroad now for many years, Leia guided me in the ways of Dakar and the key tactic of avoiding eye contact with the sellers. She also informed me that the street I had spending much time on was the hardest of all streets and one she never steps foot on! It began to make sense why one of the men I had met days before kept saying how he was impressed by my courage in being there . . . doh! Meanwhile, Leia became a close friend and introduced me to other great people on Gorée and on the following day, the island of N’Gor.

Gorée, only a short ferry ride away, is a wonderfully pleasant change from Dakar. Devoid of the strong selling culture (that the Senegalese are known for throughout all of Africa), one can walk freely, enjoying the vibrant island architecture and fine-art painting-lined sidewalks. Edu, an elder Gorée native and painter, and friend of Leia, lives in one of the greatest spots on the island with a small balcony overlooking the endless sea. It was a very nice day spent with new friends, eating island specialties, sipping espresso, listening to music, and watching the local boys play futbol in the sand.

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N’Gor was much of the same island relaxation where we made other new friends… this day a kind Dane man who owned a surf camp on a wonderful white stone property where Leia and I were invited for a great candlelit dinner with he and his American camper. Following, the short boat ride back to the mainland was intriguing in the darkness, although the rat-attack as I sat on the rocks to put my sneakers back on wasn’t quite as pleasant, ha! A good friend sees the rats and quickly, but calmly, spurts “I have to go” and walks away down the beach without uttering a word as to the reason. Thanks Leia, I’ve got this one! ; P

View from N'Gor back to the mainland

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And well . . . I could go on for some time, but without photos it won’t impress quite the same. What else? I switched accommodations a second time, to a quaint hotel with a great historic French courtyard with palms where I kicked ass in WWIII against the cockroaches. I found a new private beach where I relaxed one afternoon with the locals and a nice French woman, as they played acoustic guitars and sang, the waves crashed in, and the youths took to athletic training in late-day. And another day, I relaxed by the pool at the 5-star Pullman hotel and resort. So I suppose all in all, time spent outside the center city was time well spent!

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And in the end, after understanding this crazy city, I chalked it up to a wonderful experience, even if I’m not necessarily in a rush to head back. Dakar was actually the first foreign city I’ve traveled to in recent years and didn’t photograph. Not necessarily as much of a safety issue as much as I simply didn’t desire the further attention it would draw . . . I didn’t have such energy or patience . . . I’d opt for the Maasai flies any day! ;)

On the Move… Due West!

March 13, 2010

Greetings from Praia in the Cape Verde islands!

The last two weeks I’ve been on the move, from Nairobi, Kenya to Dakar, Senegal and now visiting good friends in the lovely Cape Verde, off the west coast of Africa. Times have been up and times have been down, but the experiences all great, and the best of memories will surely remain! Many more photos and blog entries for when I return to the States shortly, but for now, just enjoying the last of holidays! And in the meanwhile, here are a few shots to satisfy the hunger . . . : )

Day trip to the ICROSS Lorngosua clinic and neighboring manyattas . . .

Maasai women await their turn to see the doctor

Maasai women await their turn to see the doctor

Laughing amongst themselves

Laughing amongst themselves

Maasai girl at home

Maasai girl at home

And off to the beautiful Maasai Mara National Reserve in southwestern Kenya . . .

Onboard the bus from Narok...

Onboard the bus from Narok...

Edward looks on as our mechanic investigates the engine problems

Edward looks on as our mechanic investigates the engine problems

Leaving the Mara under stormy skies...

Leaving the Mara under stormy skies...

And photos from Senegal still to download . . . coming soon!

The Maasai of Ilkilorit

February 21, 2010
The new ICROSS Ilkilorit clinic awaiting a doctor to staff it

The new ICROSS Ilkilorit clinic awaiting a doctor to staff it

Pauline ene Koilel

Pauline ene Koilel

On Thursday (18 Feb), I took a day trip with two ICROSS employees, Saruni and Joe to a Maasai area and site of a future ICROSS clinic / dispensary called Ilkilorit. Saruni, of the Maasai tribe himself, navigated us (in Toyota truck) over the dirt roads and the large rocky hills, past small schools, locals carrying water, firewood, and other goods home, and a woman suffering from diarrhea (thought to be cholera) incapacitated alongside the road with her friends caring for her.

Pauline ene Koilel is one example of a woman’s duties in Maasai culture . . . a young woman, a strong woman, fetching firewood and milk while caring for her child and walking many kilometers to do so. Here, Saruni speaks to her of her village and the current healthcare situation in the face of the cholera outbreak.

Awaiting porridge...

Awaiting porridge...

...lined up by class

...lined up by class

Upon arriving in Ilkilorit, the school children were outside playing in the dry lands, awaiting lunch. Porridge was the special on this fine day as I played with the younger children and watched the older boys boil it up over the blazing coals. The heat wavered around 90F and while the hot porridge couldn’t have looked less appetizing to me at the moment, the well-behaved and excited children eagerly awaited the time when their class/grade was called to line up and fill their cups. After being served, they all scattered to their respective shade and enjoyed what they were afforded. There’s no McDonalds out in Maasailand… that’s for sure!

Wow, children full of life!

Wow, children full of life!

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As the children filed back into the classrooms, we moved down the road to a local manyatta (village) and met with some of the locals. If I haven’t mentioned previously, the Maasai believe that you steal their soul when you photograph them, so many are less than cooperative. Others, like Nkinaiyo ene (wife of) Koiyiankai are wonderfully friendly and welcoming and are happy to have her photograph taken. Nkinaiyo lost her eye many years ago after getting hit by a cow’s tail while milking it. I also came to learn that her daughter’s new husband had past away just the day before. And meanwhile, we were invited into her (dung hut) home to take tea with her… a Maasai tradition. Saruni and I entered and sat on the edge of her bed and they spoke as she prepared the tea. If it was 90F outside, it was easily 100F inside where we enjoyed the hot tea… tasty though!

Taking tea inside Nkinaiyo's home with Saruni

Taking tea inside Nkinaiyo's home with Saruni

Nkinaiyo ene Koiyiakai

Nkinaiyo ene Koiyiakai

Outside, Silentoi ene Koiyiakai, a second wife of the same man, approached and was similarly receptive to being photographed, even as she was suffering from a stomach illness. Saruni discussed the final stages ICROSS is working through before the clinic is opened as everyone in the area is looking very much forward to it, especially in these times of cholera (and other related) outbreaks.

Silentoi ene Koiyiakai

Silentoi ene Koiyiakai

Nkinaiyo ene Koiyiakai, Silentoi ene Koiyiakai, & Saruni ole Lengeny . . . all Maasai and the two women, wives of (ene) the same man (Koiyiakai)

Nkinaiyo ene Koiyiakai, Silentoi ene Koiyiakai, & Saruni ole Lengeny . . . all Maasai and the two women, wives of (ene) the same man (Koiyiakai)

Back in classrooms...

Back in classrooms...

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And with school back in session, we visited the children one last time and distracted them momentarily from their studies (all taught in English). I felt like royalty walking into the classrooms where all the children would immediately stand out of respect. They were so excited for their visitors, surely a day to run home and tell mom about! As usual, they couldn’t jump in front of the camera fast enough, as they’d all close in as one child jumped in front of the other and so on. Others held up their books and their pens and pencils, appreciative of the little they own. And still others played shy as they’d flirt with the camera from the back.

All wonderful kids, well behaved, and full of life!! Every child I’ve spoken to over the last month truly enjoys school and will even push their parents to go when they are sick. The boy of an ICROSS employee did so just last week, then unfortunately vomited and fainted in school, and discovered to be suffering from malaria. Quite the contrast from my youth, when children would fake an illness just to avoid a day in school!

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