Sunday, 11 August 2013

Chapter 29 - the end of the tales

Here goes with what was the final chapter in the original - there are a few photos in the appropriate album on Smugmug - see the end of this chapter for the link.
If you have questions, I can be reached at dickason@shaw.ca.


Chapter 29 -  the “tale end”

These tales began in Chapter 1 with the Dickasons missing a trans-Pacific voyage on the Canberra in 1966, and the ensuing chapters have covered forty years of travel. There have been more travels since 2005, but many readers have kept abreast of these recent trips through other channels, so this is to be the final chapter. 
A few highlights of these recent journeys are summarized in the following paragraphs, and then this monster work, 11 months of writing, editing and revising, will end [mercifully did someone say?].
More cruising on Celebrity with itineraries on the Pacific Coast, to and from Hawaii and on the Mexican Riviera dominated the voyages after Xpedition, with the Dickason rising status in the Celebrity Captain’s Club providing increasing benefits, and booking future cruises on one ship while on board another became a familiar pattern and had advantages.
One memorable cruise was on the newly re-fitted Century, and for this one the Dickasons began with three delightful days in Barcelona with hop-on and off bus travel, a hotel on Las Ramblas, and with food and music dominating. The cruise had several aspects which meant life was never dull; a midnight medical evacuation by helicopter not far from Gibraltar; a reversing of course to search for a missing passenger after Madeira [he was not found]; seven great lectures on trans-Atlantic cruising history on seven sea-days from John Maxtone-Graham; Les being drafted to show his slide-show to music from Galapagos in the cinema; a medical evacuation in daylight from Century to a US aircraft carrier which sailed alongside our ship; late arrival in Miami as a result of the zig-zag crossing..... subsequent changing of post-cruise arrangements for almost all passengers.
There was a one way cruise from Vancouver to Seward, Alaska, after which the Nanaimo Dickasons stayed with the Anchorage Dickasons [not blood relatives but good friends] and flew with Gene as pilot in his small float plane. The intent was to fly around nearby Mount Dickason, but the weather prevented this event. A visit to a duck shack on a lake was substituted, along with some low, scenic flying over the Anchorage area.
Playing traitors to Celebrity, the Dickasons reserved a stateroom on Oceania’s Regatta for a Baltic cruise one June. The larger Celebrity ship itineraries for this area 
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only spent two nights in St. Petersburg, and docked many kilometers away from the downtown area. Comparatively tiny Regatta docked in the river, only a kilometer from the Hermitage and the Mariinsky Theatre, and the ship spent three nights there. The Dickasons had pre-arranged visas for Russia and so were able to walk independently off the ship and to the Hermitage, ballet, opera, and into the shopping districts between the ship and other destinations. All other passengers on the ship, being without visas, were obliged to be on tours escorted by a guide. Being there during the White Nights of mid-June meant daylight until almost midnight [the photo above right was taken after 11pm with Hermitage in the background to the left of the left lightpole].
The other ports on this cruise were also a delight, and so was the food and service on Oceania.
Not all recent trips have been at sea. A hotel on the left bank in Paris was our home for four days before we caught the TGV to Strasbourg, collected a car and drove to a rental cottage [not owned by the RIchards] in the Alsace region of France. After a very relaxing week there touring small villages, visiting vineyards and wineries, eating well in restaurants and dining ‘at home’ in the cottage, we returned to the same hotel in Paris for four more days [a pregnant Anna Netrebko did not sing in the opera for which we had bought tickets six months previously] and fell in love all over again with Notre Dame, Saint Sulpice, and walking along the Seine at night.
The Dickasons escaped from Paris by the skin of their teeth because La Greve [strike] appeared suddenly again. We arrived at the Metro station early on our final morning just as the last train had left before the unannounced work stoppage. Fortunately we knew the bus routes, and caught a bus to Gare du Nord [the strike was not going to begin there until noon] and boarded a train to the airport. It did not move for almost 40 minutes, but eventually, with Dickasons jammed in like sardines with other airport bound travellers, the train did leave the station and we made our flight to Heathrow with just minutes to spare.
A very different cruise was a ten day Caribbean itinerary round trip from San Juan with Les cruising solo as a Special Interest Lecturer [hired for Celebrity by the agency Sixth Star which had put Les through an extensive interview process, and had vetted his lecture titles and descriptions]. On sea days it was time to be a lecturer; on days with Galaxy in port, Les was able to wander ashore, but also spend time on board fraternizing with passengers and generating interest in the lectures to 
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come. There were only three sea days, but a representative of a large travel group approached the Events Coordinator on board and asked for a fourth lecture, just for them, on a day when Galaxy left port in the early afternoon.
This experiment as Special Interest Lecturer resulted in a phone call from Sixth Star just three days after Les had returned home after spending a few days in San Diego after meeting Pat there en route to Vancouver. Would he be interested in flying down to San Juan to join a different Celebrity ship in three days time to give lectures on two back to back cruises? Despite the tempting perks - Pat and Les could sail at a very reduced fare, receive discounts on drinks on board, have special fares on air travel to and from the ship - Pat was not keen to cruise as the ‘wife of’ and Les found the Galaxy cruise to be more like hard work than relaxation, so the career as Special Interest Lecturer started and ended with one cruise.
Celebrity initiated a second cruise line, Azamara, with two small ships and an itinerary in the Mediterranean appealed. The Dickasons spent four days pre-cruise in Venice in a very convenient B&B, and this visit coincided with the much longer stay of Venice expert and long-time Nanaimo friend Thora who was renting an apartment with husband Jerry.
The first dinner in Venice was at their apartment, along with two other Vancouver Island friends, and much Prosecco and good Italian red wine accompanied Thora’s cuisine inspired by local markets. Arrangements were made for the four recent arrivals to meet Thora the next morning - and the famous 7 hour walking tour of Thora’s Venice took place from 9am to 4pm.

Over the next three days, wherever the Dickasons went either on foot or by vaporettos, it was obvious that the chosen site had been on or near the route taken that first day. 
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 Too soon the cruise began, and Azamara Quest, her staff, crew and cuisine impressed everyone on board. Ports in the eastern Mediterranean were new experiences for the Dickasons, and towards the end of the cruise, Quest docked in Sorrento allowing a visit by local train to Herculaneum with its impressive archeological display of life in the pre-eruption period before Etna destroyed Pompeii and this town too.
Disembarkation was in Civitavecchia and a train to Rome and another B&B for four nights followed. The owner of the B&B, Luciano, was a marvel, and his advice on times to visit sites, buses to catch, weather, restaurants and his ‘cousin’ whose car service took us to the airport at the end of the stay combined to make the first visit to this city doubly enjoyable.
The Dickasons enjoyed Azamara’s Quest so much that a cruise into the Sea of Cortez on sister ship Journey was booked while on board Quest. It was another fabulous itinerary, and has been booked again for 2014, this time on Quest.
Cruises to Alaska and through the Panama Canal provided a very different perspective in that Les found and reserved a forward facing stateroom. It was possible to sit at the circular window and watch as Summit [to and from Alaska] and Infinity [Panama Canal] cruised through very scenic parts of the world. The Alaska cruise had another first - a total surprise for Pat. 
Friends Janet and Roy often complained that the Dickasons were travelling when Pat celebrated a birthday, and when the back to back cruise from Vancouver to Seward and return clashed with yet another birthday, Janet complained. Les semi-jokingly suggested that they fly to Anchorage, meet the other Dickasons there, take the train to Seward and surprise Pat by meeting up with the Dickasons as the ship left to sail south - and celebrate the birthday on board.
  Janet, Roy and Les kept this secret for over six months, and on the afternoon when the train arrived in Seward Les organized the timing so that the Dickasons were in the wildlife sanctuary downtown. Pat really was surprised when Janet and Roy arrived at our table in Cova for pre-dinner drinks.
   Land based recent travels have included ten days in Surprise, Arizona where the Dickasons stayed in the second home of Edgewood neighbours during the Vancouver Winter Olympics, while the neighbours were back in Nanaimo for family reasons. There has also been a return visit to Palm Desert with a stay in the same motel as the first visit those many years ago, and to small hotels with kitchen facilities - one in Waikiki and the other in Palm Springs. 
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A total change in travel style was when the Dickasons began to explore renting apartments, and found one in Vancouver for a week when there were tickets to opera, symphony, a play and a recital by Renee Fleming. Despite the weather in late March, walking and using local buses proved possible and convenient. Subsequent apartment or condo reservations have been made, and San Diego and Palm Springs  during the winter of 2012/13 were a delight as the Dickasons mixed sightseeing, walking, reading, jigsaws, eating out and eating in as a complete change from cruising.

As this too lengthy set of tales ends - thanks to Pat for being the critic and corrector when reading chapters before other readers, and for sharing almost all of the travels, whether gods were smiling, frowning, angry or laughing. 


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            The author and Pat at the Trevi Fountain, Rome, 2009

Highlight photos from recent trips mentioned above are up-loaded to SmugMug. Click on http://lesnpat.smugmug.com/ and there you will find albums which you can scroll through or watch as slide-shows.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Chapter 28 - the Galapagos

Time for Chapter 28 - for those waiting for the end of this interminable string of tales, this is the penultimate!.
Very few photos in this post - the reason will be clear after reading - but if you want to see the few photos that were with the original text, go to www.lesnpat.smugmug.com and scroll to the chapter 28 album.


Chapter 28 - to the Galapagos - The Enchanted Isles

[A map showing the islands and the locations visited is on page 4.]

Comparisons with A&K and the Explorer cruises were inevitable as the Galapagos cruise on Xpedition approached. However, the materials provided before the flights to Ecuador were exemplary and the Dickasons used the reading lists to advantage and followed the hints concerning equipment and packing. Some concern was raised by the restrictions of luggage allowed from Quito to the islands [30 pounds], but given the equatorial location of the Galapagos, packing light clothing made it easier to stay within the guidelines.
The flights through Houston to Quito were scheduled to have our plane arrive at a minute to midnight. But, the travel gods showed their sense of humour as the jet approached Quito and the Captain announced that fog had closed the airport and there would be a diversion to Guayaquil on the coast instead. Through Immigration and provided with a voucher for the airport Hilton, the Dickasons, without checked luggage, tumbled into bed at around 2am. 
An alarm at 6.30 was a rude awakening, but at a sumptuous breakfast the glorious taste of pineapple as it should be and cups of dark, strong coffee helped to compensate. In no time we were at the airport, through Immigration and on board where the Captain boasted of his ‘non-stop to Quito’ flight, and we landed there at 11am and reached our hotel at noon with our luggage arriving twenty minutes later. Our small group was late joining the planned all-day tour of Quito, but a bus soon took us to lunch at the Crater Restaurant to join the others who had gone ahead - no view because of the fog still lingering in the early afternoon.
The sun made an appearance as the group on the bus was dropped off at the monument to the Equator. Our guide explained that recent re-calculation had discovered that the actual location of the imaginary line was some 200 metres away in a ravine, but the permanent yellow line on the pavement and the monument and tourist shops selling Equator souvenirs were still in the original position. That explained the concern of two tourists who were standing together on the line checking a phone’s GPS readings and scratching their heads.
   The balance of the afternoon tour took us to the viewpoint on Panecillo, into the Old Town to see the the impressive Cathedral and the Presidential Palace where a political rally was being held with thousands attending with placards. As we walked from site to site a young man in our group bought a $1 bottle of cold beer from a vendor, and drinking 
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it too fast at this altitude, was soon staggering on the steps of the Heritage Building. The pre-trip material had warned that alcohol at altitude [Quito is at just under 3000 metres] was very potent, and this was a demonstration of its effect. Some other tourists in our group found the walking section of the afternoon tour to be physically stressful and returned to the bus to rest and catch their breath before the guide and the balance of the group had finished the planned route on foot.
Back at the hotel, an early dinner followed by a Folklorico performance were scheduled, but having witnessed the potency of alcohol the Dickasons merely sipped the excellent wines [from Trio from Chile]. The itinerary required that cases be outside the room at 5am the next day, so an early night was required.
As the bus loaded at 6am, some complaints of various altitude sickness symptoms were heard. The TAME [Ecuador government-operated airline] plane pushed back only to land at Guayaquil again 40 minutes later after the military-uniformed staff had served an excellent breakfast. There, a representative of Celebrity came on board to explain why there were luggage restrictions for the flight to the islands - if the 85 passengers had not obeyed the limit, then the fresh food ordered for our cruise to supplement the supplies provided by the Galapagos suppliers would not be loaded on the plane to accompany us.
The flight to Baltra was to be 90 minutes and the view of a volcano outside Quito was a spectacular beginning to the flight. Most of the passengers took a nap, but the excitement grew when Baltra was sighted, and those on the lucky side of the aircraft caught a glimpse of NV Xpedition at anchor in a bay some distance from the airport.
In warm sunshine, the adventure began with Zodiacs ferrying the cruisers to the ship,the luggage and supplies having been taken ahead on a larger boat. The photo at right was taken on the shore while the Dickasons waited their turn for a Zodiac ride - the sea lions were not impressed by the exited new arrivals. 
[This is the last photo to be included here - at the end of the chapter, links will be provided to a web-site where there are photos stored, and to another where Les’ slide show to music can be found.]
Cold towels and champagne were presented as we rose one step from the Zodiacs onto the flat rear deck - no gangway required on this converted luxury yacht. Maitre D.’ Chris welcomed us individually, Lorena distributed keys and the Dickasons found their luggage 
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already placed in the stateroom, forward on deck four [a Captain’s Club up-grade of one deck from the stateroom booked originally]. A buffet lunch, a safety drill, and a briefing from Expedition Leader Jason were all completed as Xpediition weighed anchor and headed to North Seymour for our first shore excursion.
Jason explained that for most landings there would be three levels of activity planned and described the day before at the nightly briefing. Passengers would choose between high, medium and low activity options and sign the appropriate sheets so that guides and Zodiacs could be assigned and loaded and scheduled accordingly. The guides [Jaime, Freddie, Nacho, Fabio, Manuel and Jorge], introduced by Jason the first afternoon, were all from Ecuador thereby conforming with government regulations in place on Galapagos tourist ships. Jason, born in the US, had married a woman from Quito and hence qualified as being from Ecuador. The guides proved to be well-trained, helpful, specialists in one or more fields, and though they spoke accented English, they seemed never to be a a loss for words or answers to questions. Unlike the lecturers/guides on Explorer, Xpedition’s guides did not drive the Zodiacs - crew members from the ship were our pilots to shore.
From the experiences on Explorer, Pat and Les each choose a different level of activity for each landing. This provided different adventures, different photograph opportunities, and plenty to talk about back on board at lunch or dinner. After the first day, when on a Zodiac, other passengers asked Pat where Les was and she answered “Les is on another Zodiac,” consequently some of the newly made friends aboard gave Les the nickname ‘on another Zodiac.’ Other couples remarked that they should do the same and take different levels of activity, but the Dickasons seemed to be the only pair doing this throughout the week.
The first open seating buffet lunch on the first day over, the ship was anchored off North Seymour Island, and two Zodiacs took those who had selected the high intensity activity ashore for a dry landing on rocks. The excursion took the group approximately two and a half hours, and there was some elevation change but the total distance travelled would have been less than 3 km. The group’s slow pace was due to the incredible variety of animals and birds in such a short distance. We spotted Galapagos Doves, Pelicans, Lava Gulls, and Frigate birds [Greater and Magnificent types] which were flying, nesting, tending their young, with some males presenting with their puffed-up red breasts very prominently displayed; land and marine Iguanas and Galapagos sea lions were plentiful; the first Blue Footed Boobies of the cruise were also seen and endlessly photographed. When one of the passengers in Les’ group stepped off the trail to move closer to a Booby, Nacho barked out a reminder that being off the trail was not permitted [other prohibitions included touching or collecting any rocks, botanical specimens or any items such as feathers or skeletons].

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Pat meanwhile had chosen the medium intensity activity which began with a shoreline Zodiac cruise to look for Galapagos Fur Seals, Lava Herons and Swallow Tailed Gulls - all were spotted by the passengers and guide before the scheduled dry landing at a rocky beach. A short distance along, the group oohed and aahed at the Iguanas and the Blue Footed Boobies, and Frigate Birds circled overhead.
As Zodiacs returned to the ‘mother ship’ passengers were greeted by crew members distributing cold facecloths and chilled fruit juice or water. Another crew member, Jacobo, played the electronic keyboard which had been moved to the rear landing deck. There was time before dinner to explore the ship, and the Dickasons soon located the small gift shop and guest relations desk, the whirlpool on an outer deck with the spa adjacent but inside, the Blue Finch Bar outdoors on deck 5 and the Discovery Bar and Lounge [used for briefing sessions] inside on deck 4 with access to tables and chairs outside at the Beagle Grill. Darwin’s Dining Room and about 20 staterooms were down on deck 3 while another 20 staterooms were forward on deck 4. Several suites were on the upper decks, 5 and 6, forward of the bar and pool area - with Zodiacs stored aft on these decks when not in use.
When fully booked Xpedition can accommodate up to 96 passengers, the limit set by the authorities for cruise ships in the Galapagos. Fewer than 90 were aboard when the Dickasons sailed, and with a crew of 70, the guest to staff ratio was the lowest so far experienced.

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The passengers on this cruise were predominantly from the US, though there were a dozen Canadians, six from Europe and two from the UK. Almost all passengers had done their homework, were eager to learn from the guides on board and ashore. There were a couple of exceptions who seemed out of place and confused, asking questions such as “when do we visit the cities and have a chance to shop?” or, after a guide made a presentation ashore about the Frigatebird asked “what bird is that?” - when pointing to a Frigatebird. Fortunately it was relatively easy to identify these passengers, and to avoid boarding the same Zodiac that they did.
One of our concerns was that given the government regulations insisting on hiring Ecuatorianos, the service would not be up to the standard we had come to expect from Celebrity. However, very quickly we discovered that this concern was unfounded. At lunch the first day, when asked by a waiter if we would like coffee, Pat ordered a regular coffee with ‘milk not cream,’ and Les asked for an espresso. That night, at dinner, at a different table and with a different waiter, after dinner Pat was asked if she would like coffee with milk, and Les was asked if he wanted a single or double espresso. The Dickasons were very impressed. In the Discovery Lounge, the barmen and serving staff quickly learned the favourite tipple of frequent visitors, always checked before pouring, but anticipated most passenger orders with a smile. Guides and staff were skilled at learning passenger names and using them at every opportunity without peering at our nametags.
Later in the cruise, in a conversation with the Hotel Director Mario [who was one of the few not from Ecuador], Les learned that he considered his job on Xpedition easier than on other Celebrity ships because there were only two languages - Spanish and English - spoken by his staff here, compared to the dozen or more spoken on larger Celebrity ships. When Les told the anecdote of the coffee service the first day, Mario proudly admitted that they had a noticeboard in the galley where they posted photos of all passengers [printed after the photo-ID seapass was created] and waiters wrote comments under the photos to help all staff learn passenger preferences and idiosyncrasies too. 
Meals were very good to excellent. Breakfast and lunch were buffet style with a wide variety of hot and cold dishes. Dinner was ordered from a menu which included a choice of appetizer, soups, salads and main courses. The main dishes at dinner and some buffet lunch selections featured meats and seafood from Galapagos and elsewhere in South America, and the Dickasons enjoyed some very different dishes as a result. Desserts frequently were based on fresh fruit - a delicious light finish to most meals.
Standard bar drinks and the wines of the day were complimentary in the Discovery Lounge at any time and the Blue Finch Bar when it opened in the late afternoon. Premium brands were available but a passenger’s shipboard account was charged for those or for wines from the ‘specialty’ list. At both lunch and dinner, the 
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daily choice of white and red wine was usually from Chile or Argentina, though Californian or French wines were served on some days. The wines in the dining room were also included in the cost of the cruise, and with a couple of exceptions were good to very good, and few complaints were heard.
Our second day, November 14, began with a pre-breakfast Zodiac cruise to Kicker Rock where the birders noted Shearwaters, Nazca Boobies, Yellow Warblers and everyone smiled at the story of the naming of the bright orange Sally Lightfoot Crabs on the rocks [a naturalist had named it after a well-known NYC dancer]. Returning towards Xpedition, our guide Freddie excitedly pointed out the large rays which swam alongside our little craft. While hungry passengers had breakfast, Xpedition moved to San Cristobal Island, the most eastern in the archipelago. 
Zodiacs pulled in at a dock there, and buses took the guides and passengers to the Interpretation Centre where, in small groups, all toured the exhibits which showed the history of the islands and gave a context to the efforts at conservation of the plants and animals indigenous to this unique place. Our guide Freddie, a trained naturalist, proudly informed us that he was born in the Galapagos and that his parents still lived there.
There was time allotted for a visit to the sleepy town near the docks, and compulsive shoppers were quick to buy T-shirts, post-cards and other souvenirs. After the early morning, the Dickasons chose an early Zodiac ride back to Xpedition for a short pre-lunch nap before she weighed anchor and re-positioned by sailing south to Espanola Island, the southern most of the group, and the oldest.
Early in the afternoon, Jason gave an illustrated lecture on the geology of the Galapagos Islands stressing the variety of lava rock, lava tubes, and the soil from the ash from the volcanic eruptions many centuries ago and from more recent volcanic activity too. 
Later, Jaime was the guide for Les and the high intensity activity group which had a dry landing to begin the next hike. Once ashore, the passengers parked the life-jackets and pulled on socks and hiking boots which had been carried ashore in backpacks, and followed Jaime on narrow paths on the rocks. Hard to believe but the wildlife was even more varied than on the previous day - confirming Jason’s claim that this was the favourite island for naturalists.
First time viewing of Sea Lions with pups, Galapagos Hawks, the red variation of the Marine Iguanas [only on Espanola] massed in groups on rocks, the Christmas lizard, and chicks in the nests of the Nazca Boobies combined to slow down the progress of the camera-happy tourists. The antics of the Hooded Mockingbirds who landed on backpacks and pecked at the straps to try to gain access to the contents amused the group when we stood waiting for the impressive blowhole on the southern cliffs to spray water 15 meters into the air.

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Pat opted for the medium activity excursion which began with a long Zodiac ride for viewing of much of the same bird and animal activity from the water viewpoint, plus Audubon Shearwaters and Stormy Petrels at sea, watched the blowhole too, then continued to a dry landing to view the red variety of the Marine Iguanas just along the lava rocks from the landing.
A surprise was found in the stateroom after dinner - a basket of fruit and a bottle of Champagne sat on the coffee table alongside a letter from Mario the Hotel Director.These gifts acknowledged our membership in the Celebrity Captain’s Club. No time to sample though because scheduled at 9.45pm was ‘stargazing’ on the upper decks. All but essential lights were turned off, blankets were provided, and the fifteen or so passengers who attended sat or lay on the blankets and listened as the officers identified details of the incredibly bright display of heavenly bodies above. 
Despite the open bar policy and the music Jacobo played in the Discovery Lounge after the star gazing, the pace and energy required for the activities of the day meant that Xpedition was very quiet before midnight that evening, and most other days ahead too.
November 15 brought another shore excursion with a bus ride. With Xpedition anchored at Puerto Ayora, the largest town in the Galapagos, the early morning Zodiac docked at a pier and the bus took the Dickasons on the Highland Activity into the National Park. With Nacho as a guide, the first stop in the lush vegetation was to watch the giant tortoises in their natural habitat, but at the same stop the birders spotted the famous Darwin finches and several egrets. At the next stop the group walked over 100 metres into a lava tunnel [more than 400 metres long] before we returned to town to watch iguanas and Sally Lightfoot crabs on rocks by the dock, with pelicans and sea lions perched or sleeping on the many lobster boats near the Zodiac dock.
The snorkelers on board checked their equipment and had a safety drill after lunch before Jason continued the lecture series [the Human History of the Galapagos] while Xpedition moved further north on Santa Cruz to Cerro Dragon. Late in the afternoon, the Dickasons were on Nacho’s Zodiac for a 90 minute cruise along the coast of Venice Island where Flamingos and Oystercatchers and other shore birds were plentiful. When Pat and Les were back on Xpedition, sipping refreshing Rose at the Blue Finch Bar, the snorkelers returned and piled into the adjacent whirlpool to warm themselves after their first swim. They were high on having swum with small sharks, but were not so happy at having to dodge the Zodiac from a smaller 15 passenger yacht which almost ran over their snorkels.
The dining room was not open that evening, instead everyone ate dinner at tables on the back deck at 8pm. It was a noisy meal with passengers discussing their varied excursions during the day, and drinking more wine outside than normally 

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consumed inside in the dining room. The second night of star gazing was marred by the appearance of a full moon which washed out the intensity of the stars.
The normal routine for Xpedition was to change position slowly during the night and for her to anchor at around 6am. The Dickason’s up-graded stateroom was all the way forward - and the joke was that no alarm clock was needed in 419 because the anchor and its chain was noise enough to wake us a few minutes before we would have risen for the start to the day.
By the morning of November 16, the skies were no longer cloudy in the morning and the Dickasons and several other passengers began eating breakfast at the tables on the back deck with the temperature being around 20C.
Two islands were visited that day with Bachas Beach on the north of Santa Cruz being the first stop. As passengers climbed into the water for a ‘wet’ landing, they were amused by the antics of the Brown Noddy and its symbiotic relationship with the Pelicans. As each Pelican dived into the water to catch fish, a Brown Noddy hovered nearby. When the Pelican surfaced, the Noddy immediately moved to the head of the larger bird. Guide Freddy explained that the Pelican had to take a breath to swallow, and if its mouth opened too wide, the Noddy would steal a fish from the gap. 
The trail for the trek passed several lagoons where we spotted groups of Pink Flamingos, and during the walk back to the Zodiac there were Pintail Ducks and Black Necked Stilts checked off on the birders’ lists too.
Lunch was served on the back deck with hot-dogs and hamburgers on the grill very popular with those from the U.S. Fortunately there were also chicken breasts and fresh fish on another grill for those not fond of burgers. Expedition Leader Jason gave another lecture while Xpedition moved to Bartolome Island. He spoke on the history of conservation in the Galapagos Archipelago, and very gingerly explained that politics on the mainland had caused the efforts to surge or sputter depending upon the whim of the Minister in charge at any one time.
Bartolome is a recently active volcano - the moon-like landscape having been described as “hell on earth.” The high intensity walkers, including Les, had a wet landing, changed water slippers for socks and hiking shoes, and proceeded with guide Nacho to hike to the top of the volcanic cone. The view from the top was of the twin beaches and a pinnacle rock [made famous in the movie “Master and Commander”?] though we were not able to see all 28 of the islands of Galapagos - apparently this is possible on very clear days.
A coastal exploration by Zodiac followed by a wet landing was Pat’s choice, and to her delight, the Galapagos Penguins were sighted from the Zodiac. The driver steered very close to them,the only penguins found north of the Equator, and they seemed unfazed by the attention. Nacho took the high intensity group to a different set of rocks in their returning Zodiac, and his charges saw the penguins too.
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This afternoon at Bartolome Island was another opportunity for the snorkelers and when they warmed up in the spa pool back on deck they were still excited by the experience of swimming near Sea Turtles, and sighting White Tipped Reef Sharks.
By this stage of the voyage, somewhat similar to our two expeditions on Explorer, friendship groups had formed and some passengers were very set in their choice of table-mates for lunch and dinner, or for companions with which to enjoy pre or after-dinner drinks. At dinner that night, we enjoyed the company of a couple from San Francisco who shared our interest in food and wine. Reinforcing that interest and knowledge, the Trapiche Malbec served at our table that night was corked, and Les and Lindley agreed on that, informed the waiter, and were immediately served with a second bottle, which was sound.
There was an early start on the 17th - Xpedition crossed the Equator and the Dickasons were on the bridge to take a photograph of the instruments there as the ship went from north of the line to south of it. The crossing from south to north had occurred during the night and was not acknowledged in any way. Whales and dolphins were sighted during our breakfast on the route to a landing on Isabela Island, the largest in the group. Isabela’s five volcanoes are still considered active, but no sign of any action was seen as we made a dry landing at Tagus Cove. 
After a healthy hike, the Dickasons and the group visited a set of cliffs on which sailors from visiting ships have left graffiti - carving or painting the name of their ship and the date of their visit. Darwin’s Beagle had visited this area, but no sign of that name was evident. The earliest seen was 1836 - and the solo voyage of the teenager in Dove in 1970 was also spotted.
Lunch was a surprise - a buffet of Ecuadorian delights was arranged on the outer decks as Xpedition moved on to Fernandina Island - youngest and most western of the archipelago. With a variety of ceviche dishes, corn breads, empanadas, shrimp cooked five ways, popcorn and deep-fried bananas, the buffet was quite a feast.
Before the Zodiac ride for the afternoon landing, the snorkelers had another chance to go for a swim, this time from Zodiacs which made a visit to a reef. The colourful tropical fish seen resulted in those with waterproof cameras returning with all film used in a few minutes on this swim.
The Dickasons chose the high intensity activity with a dry landing among the mangroves on strange stepping stones. Our guide was Fabio, as much a poet and philosopher as naturalist. However in no time we had seen the Flightless Cormorant, large colonies of Marine Iguanas and walked over very unusual lava rocks produced by the different eruptions and the varying cooling times. 
Dinner was again under the clear sky on the back deck and star gazing followed. One of the officers explained, in answer to a Dickason enquiry, that this was the wrong month for the Southern Cross to be seen. After dinner Les met Fabio 
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in the lounge for a short chat - Fabio was interested in learning more about Gabriola Island where he had heard there was a boat building course he was considering. The short chat lasted almost 90 minutes [and several drinks] when Fabio discovered that Les had read almost all of books on the reading list and some others as well. 
The sixth day began with an omelette for Les for breakfast knowing that a strenuous morning was to follow. At the briefing the previous day, Jason had encouraged those who enjoy walking to sign up for the “Survival of the Fittest” activity on Santiago Island. Les, and eight others rose to the challenge, and the Zodiac left before all other activities so that an early start could be made. A wet landing meant another change of footwear on shore, but the water slippers and towels were left with the lifejackets for collection later.
Nacho was the guide, and he was able to point out en route more plants endemic to the Galapagos than on any other trek ashore. We passed a pink lake, the remains of a salt mine, and enjoyed views across the coast to other islands. The total distance traversed was around 5km, but with the varied terrain, it took 3 hours.
Pat had taken the 30 minute Zodiac ride followed by a walk on the beach with passengers now able to identify all of the shore birds without assistance from the guides. While Xpedition was re-positioning to Rabida Island [also known as the red island because of the mineral content of the rocks] the Executive Chef and his Pastry Chef provided a culinary demonstration with a galley tour at the end [the passenger photos and comments from waiters having been removed on this date].
One difference noted during the medium intensity walk was the colony of sea lions - all bachelors. Jaime explained that juvenile males are forced to leave the territory of the mature males, and swim to this island to ‘grow up.’ One of our Zodiac group was sitting on a convenient rock and one bachelor moved closer and closer, then nudged her off her perch - gently, but there was no doubt the youngster was claiming the rock.
During this excursion the Dickasons became acquainted with a couple from the UK who had apparently bid on and won the cruise at a charity auction in London. Further conversation unearthed the fact that they were the owners of Elemis, the cosmetics company which had the contract to operate the spas on all Celebrity ships. 
Misty skies marked the morning of the 19th - the seventh and last day of cruising the islands. First stop was Floreana, one of the islands visited by Darwin. During the cruise on the Zodiac the Dickasons saw penguins diving and Pacific Green Turtles mating in the water as our guide Jamie explained the process for Post Office Bay. As we followed the short trail ashore, a clearing appeared and we saw what looked like a pile of junk and graffiti. It proved to be the famous Post Office Barrel which served whalers as early as 1793 - sailors starting their journey would 
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leave mail there and sailors returning home would collect it and deliver it as appropriate.
A type of feeding frenzy began as the passengers from the two zodiacs descended upon the crates and barrels of postcards checking to find something to take and mail when back home. Pat found one bound for Vancouver - and Les left the one he had written the night before in one of the piles there. The Vancouver addressed postcard we mailed from Nanaimo, but it was never acknowledged. An attempt to find the phone number of the person to whom it was addressed was not successful, and the card left behind in the barrel with our address on it never reached Nanaimo either. Perhaps the whalers had more success in the 18th century than the Dickasons had in the late 20th.
Back on board for lunch Les chatted with Mario, the Hotel Director, and he provided some insights on the operation of Xpedition with the restrictions placed on this large ship. Almost all other tourist operators there were limited to 16 passengers with one local guide. Xpedition, with 96 passenger capacity, had to use 6 guides and an Expedition Leader. Ninety percent of staff and crew on board had to be from Ecuador, and while there was the language advantage mentioned earlier, recruiting qualified and experienced staff and retaining them was difficult.
The last landing was a dry one - back on the concrete dock in Santa Cruz which Xpedition had visited previously. This time the Dickasons were able to visit the Charles Darwin Research Station after a short bus ride through Port Ayora, while the passengers who had visited the Station during our previous call here went into the Highlands for the Tortoises and the lava tunnels.
Our guide Jamie gave a very comprehensive explanation of the Giant Tortoise rearing program, and in various cages and compartments there were Tortoises of all sizes. The famous, and very old, “George” was sleeping in the far corner of his cage and photographers were disappointed. The 1.5km walk back to the dock on pavement was a distinct change from the varied and often difficult terrain experienced on most previous landings - perhaps it was a way of preparing us for the streets of Quito and of home towns after the flights to follow.
On the bed in the stateroom when the Dickasons reached Xpedition was a letter from Celebrity outlining the activities for that evening, and the details for disembarking on the following day. Before packing, there was a Captain’s cocktail 

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party, a final BBQ dinner under the stars, and two later events. A Folkloric Show featuring a troupe of local dancers and musicians entertained us all in the Discovery Lounge, with the skirts of the dancers depicting the animals and birds of the Galapagos. After the entertainers had left, the lights were dimmed and a video was shown featuring the passengers. The guides had been taking photos of the animals and birds and the sights on each activity, and had been photographing passengers too. During dinner they had done an edit, added music, and produced the DVD of the slide show. It was a perfect ending to the cruise.
Back in the stateroom to complete packing and place suitcases outside the door, the Dickasons found certificates honouring our crossing of the Equator on Xpedition, and a copy of the DVD we had just seen in the lounge.
Sunday the 20th was a busy and somewhat sad day. After breakfast, Zodiacs took all passengers ashore and buses ferried us to the airport where we said goodbye to Jason and the guides who had become firm friends in just a week. The TAME plane from Quito arrived and our group of departing passengers watched enviously as the newcomers boarded the buses for the trip to the Zodiac dock to start their adventure.
The Celebrity packages for the Xpedition cruise were either 7 days [just the week in the Galapagos], 10 days [two nights in Quito pre-cruise and one night post-cruise - the Dickasons had this one] and 14 days with pre or post-cruise excursions to other sites such as Machu Pichu. As a result, when our flight to Quito landed, and luggage was collected, the Dickasons bid farewell to those who were continuing on different packages.
The much smaller group was bused to the hotel where our luggage was already in our rooms. An optional visit to a native market was offered for the balance of the afternoon, but very few took advantage of the option, preferring to rest in preparation for long flights the next day. But at 6pm all passengers from Xpedition remaining in the hotel were taken for a final dinner and entertainment at a local restaurant. Here, unfortunately, the travel gods had their one bad moment of the 10 day journey.
The Dickasons became suspicious early in the evening when the chosen half bottle of wine was not available. The waiter attempted to ‘up-sell’ by suggesting another wine. Fortunately, Les asked the price, and discovered it was almost three times the price of the one chosen. No other half bottles were available. Not wanting to risk a full bottle at altitude, two glasses of house wine were ordered, and the waiter rolled his eyes and left.
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The food served was good to very good, but was quite a let down after the wonderful meals on Xpedition. As dessert was served, a small orchestra and a singer took the stage. The tenor, accompanied by the musicians, sang numbers made famous by Pavarotti and Bocelli - unfortunately, he was often flat, he shouted rather than sang into the microphone, and the Dickasons cringed at the standard of this performance. Interestingly, the other diners [most of whom had drunk considerably more than we had] seemed to love the performance. 
When the bill came for the two glasses of wine, Les realized the waiter had charged us for the expensive half-bottle which had not been ordered. The waiter took the bill back to the cashier and with a surly look, returned later with the correct bill. He took the credit card, and may have been surprised to find a very small cash tip left after Les had signed the slip. With this delay, we left quickly and were last on the bus.
As a postscript to this very unusual night, Les wrote to Celebrity to indicate our total enjoyment of the cruise and of our dissatisfaction with the final evening. A month later, a caller from the Customer Relations department in Miami phoned to thank us for the useful and detailed information and feedback.
A further postscript, five years later, the Security Department of VISA phoned to ask Les if he had purchased $1500 worth of audio equipment in Quito the previous day. The answer of course was ‘no’ and when Les asked why the purchase was suspicious, the agent replied that while the card number used was correct, the expiry date was not. Putting two and two together, Les realized that the credit card slip from the purchase of the two glasses of wine at that farewell dinner had been copied and kept by someone on the staff of the restaurant. In the interim, Les had been issued a new credit card, and the would-be fraudster had incorrectly guessed the new expiry date, and that had alerted VISA.
However, the day after the disappointing finish to the evening in Quito, there were more farewells in the lobby as those passengers with the 10 day package left for flights home. Promises were made to share photos and videos over the next month or so, and for some time the Dickasons corresponded with five or six couples and exchanged pictures. One couple, Jason and Lynne from Las Vegas, later bought a second home in Campbell River, and the Dickasons visited them there, they visited Nanaimo over ensuing years, and they are readers of these tales.

Antarctica on Explorer and Galapagos on Xpedition rank #1 and #2 [not necessarily in that order] as the most exciting, stimulating, educational and memorable trips in the forty years since the Dickasons left Australia in 1966.

Les has up-loaded a set of highlight photos from the Galapagos and Quito to SmugMug. Click on http://lesnpat.smugmug.com/ and there you will find a set of 

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photos [Galapagos on Xpedition] which you can scroll through or watch as a slide-show.
Les also produced a slide-show to music and this is still available on the internet for those with PCs. If you wish to see this, click on www.photodex.com/share/lesnpat/ck4 then look for Galapagos version ii in the series of titles, click on it and follow instructions to watch it.



Sunday, 28 July 2013

Chapter 27 - North American trips

Here goes another - not many to go before this project ends. As usual if you want to view the photos which were in the original version go to www.lesnpat.smugmug.com and scroll down to the album for this chapter.


Chapter 27 - North American trips and a wedding in Australia

Once the Dickason’s snowbirding trips were in the past, Les became a volunteer for Tourism Nanaimo, and for several four-hour shifts each week walked to Beban House. “Working” in this art deco [haunted?] log house provided Les the opportunity to give back to the community, and the forty years of living in Nanaimo combined with the steel trap memory meant that other volunteers and visiting tourists turned to Les for information and advice. 
The Dickasons took advantage of the offers from some tourism operators to visit their establishments and learn what they offered tourists. Tours of B&Bs on Gabriola Island, a scenic Nanaimo harbour cruise on the Bastion City, whale watching out of Telegraph Cove and a west coast cruise on the “Uchuck” added to the Information Counsellor’s knowledge base. During the years as a volunteer, Les was asked to represent Tourism Nanaimo by staffing a booth at conferences and trade shows in Vancouver, Calgary [Alberta], and Long Beach [California]. Calgary’s Home and Garden Show was in the winter, and travel from the local motel to the convention centre in below zero temperatures was a challenge. Long Beach was much warmer, but the long day in the booth [Les being the only attendee from Nanaimo] left little time for enjoying the sunshine or local attractions.
In April 2005, Pat’s niece was married in Melbourne, and after much debate, the decision was made that Pat would go and represent the Nanaimo branch of the family and Les would hold the fort, and mind the cat, at 3377. It was a flying trip for Pat, who, when not needed for wedding preparations and duties on the big day, had a round of social activities including catching up with friends [another Grange dinner was arranged despite the short time-line for the trip].
 As a sort of tit for tat, Pat insisted that Les take a trip while she held the fort, and after considering several options, a B&B was booked for several nights overlooking the town of Oliver in the Okanagan Valley a week or so before Pat left for Australia. It was many years since the last visit to the major wine growing region of BC, and Les enjoyed watching the soft fruit orchards and the vineyards coming to life again after the winter. Pink and white blossoms gave the orchards below the B&B location a distinct pastel hue.
Several vineyards were visited, but one stood out, not because of the vines or wines to taste, but because of the dogs. A walking trail map from the Visitor Centre recommended a 10km walk on the trails starting behind the Tinhorn Creek winery. The description of the hike warned that those trying it may have company - the winery 
dogs. Les went to the trailhead soon after breakfast, and set off up the hill between the vines. Within 100 metres, the three dogs appeared from nowhere and joined in; for most of the walk, one was ahead, one behind, and the third with nose to the ground darting from side to side away from the trail. When a junction was reached [there were 2km and 5km options], one dog went on each of the branches until Les had chosen, then the trio reformed and romped ahead on the track or road above the valley.  
   Towards the end of the 10km, with the map indicating the route was on a public road back to the winery entrance, the dogs adopted a protective stance and barked at other dogs in the yards of houses. Back at the winery, the dogs first waited at the gate to be sure Les was close behind then immediately went to the fountain and took long drinks from the cool water. Les had timed the walk so that the tasting room would be open, and during the tasting and buying session remarked on the dogs having completed the 10km. The agent suggested that if we checked outside we would find that they dogs had left already to accompany the walkers who had started the trail soon after Les had entered the tasting room. As Les loaded the car, there was no sign of the dogs, who, the agent said, could walk/run the trail three or four times a day.
The four day flit was not exclusively concerned with wine and food, and one day Les took the self-guided tour of the Dominion Radio Astrophysical Observatory 
which was high on a hill on a back road. The variety and size of the different radio telescopes and the display centre were a distinct contrast to the agriculture in the parallel valleys in this region. [see photo right]
However, the activities of the days spent relaxing, walking, eating and drinking in this rapidly growing wine region were soon forgotten when Les reached Edgewood, having phoned Pat from the 12.30pm ferry to announce his return. When the VW turned to pass through the gate, Pat was waiting and flagged Les down; she opened the car and sat in it.
As the car slowly climbed the hill, Pat explained that she had come to prepare Les for the potential shock of what had happened at 3377 [and 3379] the previous day.
Monday is garbage collection day at Edgewood, and while the large truck was stopped at the top of the cul de sac across from the Dickason’s driveway, and the driver was collecting the bins nearby, the brakes failed on the truck and it rolled, backwards, down the cul de sac, across Edgewood Drive, across the driveway of 3377, and came to rest on the roof of the garage of 3379 next door. Les had taken the camera to Oliver, but neighbours later provided a record of the resting place of the truck, and of the drama during the day as emergency vehicles arrived. The road had been closed, the gas shut off, and eventually a large tow truck arrived 
and with great difficulty the truck was pulled off the roof, across the driveway and away from Edgewood. Slowly, things had returned to normal. The first photo on page 3 shows the truck partly on the driveway of 3377 - the driver is sitting on the wall beside the Dickason’s fence. 

The second photo shows the truck as it was towed off the garage roof and across the Dickason’s driveway. 
   The final shot shows the damage done to the wall between 3377 and 3379 and to the roof of the next door neighbour’s garage. The open door is to a utilities shed, the link between 3377 and 3379.
   The first good news was that no-one was injured - the neighbour was asleep in a front room when the accident occurred. The other good news was the neighbour’s car was undamaged too and that the only damage at 3377 was to the driveway, and two sections of it were later replaced. The work on 3379 took months to complete, and insurance claims continued for longer than that.

The next trip in 2005 could not match that excitement but was one which had been on the Dickason top ten list for quite some time, and June was chosen finally for a fly/drive tour of selected parts of the Canadian Maritimes. A rental car from the Halifax airport took us to nearby Dartmouth where the daughter of a couple 
who were in the original play-going group in Vancouver from the 70s, and her husband, were living. After a relaxing night to recover, the quartet went to the downtown Halifax market the next morning and wandered through the many stalls specializing in local products and work of artisans. After farewells, the Dickasons drove south on the east coast, first visiting the famous Peggy’s Cove lighthouse,
then continuing through delightful small fishing villages such as Chester and Mahone Bay and hunting for a B&B for the night. One was found not far from Moose Harbour, owned and operated by an artist who gladly showed us his studio, his original works and the prints made from them.
On a pre-breakfast walk the next morning, Les was very taken with the serene scenic views of the boats in the bay.
Over the following days, the rental car survived the numerous, huge pot-holes in the Nova Scotia roads as the route went through the fertile Annapolis Valley with stops at the Historic Garden and the Port Royal fort which was very well renovated and gave a realistic view of life in the stockade so long ago.
   A surprise was in store when the northern end of the valley was reached - wineries. Being from BC, the Dickasons were basically ignorant of the potential of vineyards and wine making in this province. But a tour at the Grand Pre winery provided an education, and some pleasant tastings of the award-winning products from the winery.
Staying a night in Pictou the night before catching the ferry to Prince Edward Island, the Dickasons found that this coincided with a lobster supper at a recommended nearby restaurant. Complete with paper bibs, potato salad and the traditional fixings, it was a feast to be remembered.

   The ferry ride to PEI was on a foggy, drizzly morning which cleared as the red soil of Woods Island appeared on the horizon, and  blue sky dominated as the Dickasons headed towards Charlottetown.
   Our accommodation for the three nights on the island was to be at Tea Hill, a few km outside the capital. The car was pointed towards a convenience store to buy supplies after checking-in to the cottage with its well-equipped kitchen when Les suddenly hit the brakes. Pat was puzzled when Les backed the car to the previous turn-off to the right, headed down a side road, and pulled off at a spot with a view of a tulip farm. Les had seen the colour in his peripheral vision and drove back to check on what it might have been. It was the mother of all photographic opportunities and the digital camera clicked and clicked. Pat collected some of the tulip head rejects from recent picking to take back as decoration for the cottage.
Over the years since, Les has printed photo-cards using some of the photographs taken that afternoon. When the British Columbia Automobile Association asked members to enter photos in a travel calendar competition, Les submitted his favourite shot of the rows of tulips, and was later pleased to receive a phone call indicating that it had been selected as one of the thirteen images for the calendar, and that there would be an on-line contest to decide the one to be on the cover. To keep a long story short, the tulips won the contest easily [might have been the PEI Tourism Department press release encouraging PEI residents to go on-line and vote?] and brightly decorated the calendar cover.
The lasting impression of the tiny province was of its size - it was possible to drive to all sites in a very short time. Unfortunately, 
the timing of the visit - early June - meant that many of the tourist sites had not yet opened for the season. But the scenery was a delight and the relaxing days were appreciated, even if the Anne of Green Gables visits - to the site or to the musical - did not occur.
   Using the Confederation Bridge to return to Nova Scotia was shorter than taking the ferry, and there was time to cross to the eastern end of N.S. and explore the sites that were already open there.
   The views in the Cape Breton National Park were impressive, and so was a stay in Braddock where an afternoon was devoted to exploring the Graham Alexander Bell Museum. The architecture outside and the exhibits inside were a delightful combination.
A final highlight was a morning at the fortress at Louisbourg on the south east coast of Cape Breton - built by the French in 1713. The reconstruction was a huge project but produced a jewel in the Parks Canada system. The staff and volunteers were in costume, spoke as if they were living there in the 18th century, and answered visitor questions while staying in character. The photo below is taken from the car park - visitors are taken into the fortress on a bus with a guide giving an introduction before the gates are reached.

The return to Halifax was via some other country towns on the south coast of Cape Breton, with trendy Guysborough providing picturesque views and a pub supper complete with country musicians to entertain us with spoons, harmonica and guitars. A final dinner in Halifax with our Dartmouth hosts was a finale before the return to the airport and flights all the way west to Nanaimo.
While the preparation for the Galapagos cruise continued, there was a memorable break when two friends from Australia arrived in Vancouver. Marje and David had hosted us on the coast of NSW several times on our trips to Australia, and they desperately wanted to see the Rockies when visiting North America. So the Dickasons planned a loop from Vancouver which would take the Matthews to Jasper, Lake Louise, Banff with B&B accommodation in Kamloops and the Okanagan on the way there and back.
The grey VW Passat collected the Matthews at their Vancouver hotel, and fully loaded, drove out the Trans-Canada highway for a picnic lunch at Hope. A stop at Hell’s Gate canyon and a ride on the tram across the roiling Fraser River coincided with the train from Vancouver to Jasper passing on the railway line above us. When we checked-in at a first B&B stop in Kamloops, and stood on the deck looking over the valley below [with glasses of BC wine hand] the train was heard, then seen, as it arrived in Kamloops for its overnight stop.
During breakfast the next morning, the train was heard leaving as it headed to the Rockies, and the VW was soon on its was up highway 5 to cross the BC Alberta border, with the visitors catching a glimpse of Mount Robson, and on to Jasper. A walk from our B&B [after a warning from the hostess about the potential of moose on the streets] produced a smile as the train from Kamloops pulled into Jasper as we headed to dinner downtown.
The drive the following day included the Athabaska Falls, then a ride for Pat, Marje and David on the Columbia Icefields in the huge snowcat. It was a grey and overcast day, but that added to the excitement for the Australians because during the stroll at the top end of the snowcat loop on the glacier, snow fell - a first for them. The other first was the appearance of a cheeky chipmunk at the Icefields centre parking lot.
   The skies cleared somewhat for the view at Lake Louise, and for the arrival at the B&B in Banff - “The Wit’s End.” For the two days in Banff, the sun shone on the fall colours - mainly the yellow of the alders and poplars - and the frost at dawn warned of the coming winter.
On the return to Vancouver, the Rockies in their full splendour were seen as we stopped at Roger’s Pass [see photo at left] and the VW 
continued down into the Okanagan Valley for a visit to Gray Monk winery and a final B&B with a view of vineyards and orchards.
With hugs, the Dickasons left the Matthews at their hotel in Vancouver to prepare for a transfer to the airport to fly home to NSW. On the ferry ride to Nanaimo, Les and Pat began making lists for the much anticipated Galapagos expedition - the next chapter.

There is only one photo of the Rockies trip included here because this trip was the first to be added as a slide-show to music on the Photodex website. If you wish to see the show [and have a PC - sorry Mac users], please go to www.photodex.com/share/lesnpat/ck4 then look for Rockies 2005 in the bottom row of slide-show titles.




Sunday, 21 July 2013

Chapter 26 - more cruising and another French cottage

Here goes with 26 - the photos from the original version are once again at www.lesnpat.smug.mug.com - scroll down to the appropriate album.


Chapter 26 - to sea again with a difference 
- one more cottage

Our Travel Agent, Barbara, who arranged early cruises and many of the airline bookings for trips to France, had not given up on seeing the Dickasons go cruising again, even though we discouraged her after the last Princess cruise.
In 2003, she recommended that we try Celebrity. She assured us that her other clients with similar interests had given high praise to the smaller ships, the food and service on this cruise line, and she had taken groups on Celebrity cruises and agreed with their judgement. Somewhat reluctantly the Dickasons allowed her to make reservations for us for a short cruise on a round trip itinerary from San Francisco in March 2004, though we were determined not to enjoy this larger ship after Explorer. Flights to and from San Francisco were included in the package she presented, and a night in a hotel near the San Francisco airport was reserved for the night before embarkation.
Once at the San Francisco pier, we were delighted to find short lines for check-in and security, though there was an anxious moment when the agent at the desk searched in vain for our file for some minutes then called a supervisor. Very quickly she found the Dickason’s file, in an up-graded stateroom with a veranda instead of on the expected lower deck with an oceanview. Our prejudice against this cruise was immediately reduced - and minutes later on board after the Seapass photo was taken, one jacketed staff member took our carry-on bags, another presented us with flutes of champagne, and we were escorted to our stateroom.
Mercury was then one of Celebrity’s smaller ships at just under 1900 passengers if completely sold out. The itinerary from San Francisco included calls in California at Monterey and Catalina Island as well as Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, with several sea days. The itinerary was not as important to the Dickasons as checking out Barbara’s recommendation, and on four counts it was a success - we did enjoy the change of cruise line.
Service, food, entertainment, and benefits [actual and potential] impressed us, and as later chapters will detail, led to more Celebrity cruises. 
We found the staff of this line to be very well trained, always willing to smile and chat and offer hints and suggestions. In small lounges the bar staff were knowledgable, prompt, and when they realized we were wine drinkers, suggested we buy a bottle [cheaper than wine by the glass] and offered to label the bottle with our stateroom number and store it until our next visit. Similar service was available from the Sommelier in the main dining room, where our waiter and assistant waiter were attentive, helpful and witty too.
We had taken Barbara’s advice and requested a table for two in the main dining room, and this really appealed given that it eliminated the gamble of whether there 
would be compatibility with table-mates. In the main dining room the appetizers, soups and desserts in particular were a delight, and some main dishes were very good to excellent given the number of dinners served at each sitting. We also enjoyed the small appetizers offered in the lounges with pre-dinner drinks, though we only attended the fabled midnight buffets as photographers not as grazers.
Breakfasts and lunches were most often eaten in the buffet on the upper deck, and by being selective, we could eat surprisingly fresh fruit and salads with perhaps pasta or pizza or soup at lunch and thereby save our major appetite for the menus at dinner.
The Celebrity Theatre featured a main stage show each evening. The ‘Broadway’ style shows with the Celebrity singers and dancers were very popular and very colourful and well produced, but our preference was for the guest entertainers. On this cruise there was a comedian, a classical pianist and a magician who separately entertained us. In the smaller lounges before dinner and into the night, we became groupies for the string quartet, and enjoyed a solo pianist/singer who had a great variety of tunes. 
On our first cruise with Celebrity, Michael’s Club, another small and enclosed bar, was a cigar lounge. There was a wide range of cognacs, whiskies and liqueurs on offer, but the Dickasons found the cigar smoking produced a difficult environment, so we only visited if one of our favourite entertainers was performing early in the evening before the serious smokers arrived.
The friendly Celebrity activity staff scheduled shuffleboard, table tennis and many indoor games too. Still competitive and relatively ache-free, the Dickasons made a hard to defeat team for shuffleboard, and Les continued to win t-shirts at table tennis and putting. We occasionally sat in to hear the “Name that Tune” music, but decided to leave playing that game [and Trivial Pursuit style games too] to the really keen passengers.
Being rookies on Celebrity, the Dickasons were not invited to the Captain’s Club events, but the Captain’s Club hostess made sure that we knew we would be members if we sailed on Celebrity again. She presented us with a list of the escalating benefits of being members, and directed us to the Future Sales manager who informed us of the advantages of making bookings for future cruises whilst on board - category up-grades, small deposits, ship-board credits - and she assured us that if we decided on a cruise and made a reservation she would fax the details to our Travel Agent who would earn the normal commission and handle all arrangements for us.
Snow-birding was behind us; we had no plans for January 2005; we found a cruise on Celebrity’s Horizon in the eastern Caribbean and paid the deposit. We think Barbara must have been very pleased to receive the fax which confirmed that her recommendation had worked.

Two other discoveries were made on that first cruise; our aversion to a veranda, and Cruise Critic boards. Having the up-grade to the veranda stateroom was not as appealing to the Dickasons as expected. On sea days, it was very windy and made reading a book there difficult. In port, there were fifty-fifty odds because the veranda was either on the dock side, where bus and truck traffic continued most of the day, or the water side, which often had a tender alongside which re-fueled the ship or took off garbage and sewage. Either way, the noise and fumes made sitting on the veranda unlikely. Given the popularity of verandas with other passengers [some ships have all-veranda configurations] perhaps we were too fussy, but we made our conclusions on this first Celebrity cruise, and with one notable exception, have not had a veranda since.
In conversation with another passenger in a lounge, Les was told about the Cruise Critic’s web-site. There a surfer could find recent reviews of sailings written by professional travel writers and by members of Cruise Critic. Members could also post reviews of cruises. The ‘boards’ consisted of an elaborate mix of chat lines where members posed general questions and received answers from informed and experienced cruisers. There were also Roll Calls for specific sailings which resulted in postings with advice by other members who had reserved staterooms on that future cruise.
Back at 3377 Les spent some time becoming familiar with Cruise Critic, joining the Roll Call for the Horizon cruise for January 2005 and unearthing the glowing reviews that were posted for the most unusual of the Celebrity ships - Xpedition - which had week-long cruises in the Galapagos Islands. The Dickasons discussed what an adventure that this would be, and despite the cost, determined to book a cruise when on Horizon the next January.

The final French cottage

The Dickasons had heard friends rave about the Provence countryside and nearby tourist attractions after they had arranged through the Dickasons and Richards to rent the Provence cottage. Using the credits for having sent so many friends as renters to the cottages, the Dickasons reserved the seventh and final one for a two week period in October 2004, and informed the RIchards that this might be the final cottage trip.
Flights were arranged from YVR through Heathrow/Gatwick to Montpelier, and a Europcar Renault from Andre was reserved for pick-up there, Montpelier being much closer than our usual Toulouse landing place. A final stay at our favourite B&B, Staith House, near Gatwick completed the arrangements, and everything worked very smoothly and the Dickasons struggled through the traffic in Nimes for the first time, 

headed north to La Calmette for provision shopping in the supermarket before the final 6km to the east to Russan [Ste Anastasie], our home base for two weeks.
The village and the cottage were small. Situated on the River Gard, Russan had about 300 people living in creamy-grey stone houses with orange tiled roofing. It was large enough to have a shady central square with a fountain, a church, Post Office, newsagent/bar/cafe, a small general store, and very importantly, a fine bakery which received a pre-breakfast visit from Les every morning.
The cottage resembled a small apartment with main bedroom, living/dining room and kitchen all on the main floor with a spiral staircase leading up to a second bedroom and downstairs to a laundry area. A terrace was situated off the kitchen, and was equipped with an electric barbecue. The journals from previous renters, the restaurant reviews, the box of tourist literature, the roster of markets, picnic backpack and the plastic jug for wine were all there, and the decor of the cottage was distinctly Provencale with furnishings and paintwork in the grey-blue which is peculiar to the region. Prints on the walls were of work from famous French artists who had once worked in Provence.
The Dickasons adopted a different approach with the luxury of two weeks in the same cottage. Longer day trips for sightseeing were scheduled every second day, with activities closer to home for the days in between. On some of these days, the car was not used at all as long walks on the Grand Randonnees [marked walking trails] which passed through Russan were taken, or strolling around the village, reading, eating and drinking filled a very relaxing day.
During the time in Russan, several trips were made to Uzes, only a 20 minute drive. The first coincided with the St. Fermin Fair, and the traffic was diverted from the town centre to accommodate the stalls for artisans, potters and artists, food and wine merchants, fabric vendors, and to allow the musicians to set up and entertain the thousands of visitors. Checking out the market and exploring the 12th and 13th century buildings, including the chapel and fenestrelle tower [see photo at left], confirmed what friends had told us - Uzes was the most fascinating small town.
   Another visit was to the regular weekly market, and again thousands attended to buy from a different set of vendors of fruit, fall vegetables, cheeses, olives, wine, and fresh meat and seafood too. Again traffic was barred from the central streets, and shopping was facilitated. After placing the shopping bags in the Renault, the Dickasons returned for a lunch at a recommended tapas bar, and after chatting with the friendly chef, came home with a recipe for a beef stew with chocolate which is 
sometimes served at 3377 dinners.
 Also within easy reach was the famous Pont du Gard, a Roman aqueduct over the River Gardon. On one of our lazy day trips from the cottage, it made a perfect picnic lunch spot as we marvelled at the Roman skills in architecture and construction techniques.

A very productive short day trip was to the Cooperative winery in Bourdic - Collines de Bourdic. The display of awards won in the vaulted tasting room and the tasting of their premium wines meant the Dickasons had to buy quite a selection to use in Russan with the barbecued dinners. Though it was tempting to buy only the more highly rated Rhone wines in supermarkets, the Bourdic vines on the hills produced some excellent matches with local meats and cheeses. The photo at right shows Pat in the cottage dining room with Bourdic wines to accompany some veal straight from the bbq.

There are souvenirs here at 3377 which remind us of two other short day trips. The local newspaper announced the annual artisan and wine festival at Quissac, and after watching the procession of locals in historical costumes, some on vintage bicycles, unicycles and tricycles, tasting wines and sampling olives, the Dickasons found a wood-worker who painstakingly cut and trimmed a piece of wood to make a nameplate for the new cat Zoe. It is fixed to her bedroom door at 3377.
 Entries in the guest book at the cottage prompted us to drive the short distance to Lussan to the pottery there which specialized in producing ceramics of pintades [guinea hens], roosters and chickens. The showroom was very impressive, but the bargain purchases could be found in the room at the back where ‘seconds’ were arrayed on shelves. Having chosen the items we wanted in the front, the Dickasons retreated to the back room and found almost identical hens - with blemishes hardly noticeable - and for which the price was a fraction of the ‘firsts.’ The two hens often form part of the decor on the table at dinner in our dining room.
   Nimes was an approach-avoidance location during this stay in Provence. It seemed that all roads south led through Nimes, and the Dickasons cursed the traffic on the first Saturday and on several longish day trips, and were forced to allow extra time and to be patient when approaching and passing on what was considered a by-pass but was clogged with traffic. However the day allocated for a trip to Nimes to explore produced an instant love affair. Again, the connection to things Roman had jaws dropping and heads shaking at the brilliance of the ancient builders. The Maison Carree, a temple with perfect proportions from the first century and the stunning Arenes de Nimes, an amphitheatre dating from the same period occupied much of the morning. A guided tour of the latter was held on the same morning that the preparations were being made for placing a roof over the floor area so that concerts could be held in the coming winter [see photo next page].
The arena, the guide explained, had been transformed into a fortress in the 6th century, to a chateau in the 12th, and was used by hundreds of villagers in the 18th 

century. Restored in the 19th century as a bull ring, it became a very active theatre site in the years which followed.
Leaving the Roman section of the city after a picnic lunch, the Dickasons found Les Halles, a very large indoor market place which had daily offerings of a huge range of foodstuffs, fabrics, local products from artisans as well as restaurants. 
   The city of Nimes is very proud of its reputation as “olive capital” of France [and “beef capital” too?] and postcards, posters and fabric art cheekily announced the claims. Les has an apron from the market depicting a bull and strategically placed olives which amuse guests at 3377. The Dickasons did buy a variety of olives as well as postcards and the apron.
   Several other day trips, that went past or through Nimes, resulted in visits to fascinating destinations on the Mediterranean. The Carmargue, with its flamingoes, white horses, marshy parks and walking trails was a complete contrast to the cities and villages of other day trips. The walled town of Aigues Mortes was the highlight of another day, and on the return trip the feature was the fortress and revitalized town inside it at Les Baux. 
There are so many famous places to visit, that as the second week wound down it became difficult to set priorities and make plans. However, two other sites made the cut; St. Remy and Avignon. On a cool, grey day in Avignon the Dickasons were warm inside using an audio tour of the 13th century Palais des Papes, with brilliantly restored chambers with furniture and tapestries. A view of Le Pont d’Avignon across the Rhone River was the centre-piece of the picnic lunch that day. St. Remy provided an informative self-guided walking tour of the places Van Gogh had lived and worked - with reproductions of his work on every plaque, postcard and poster, and in the many galleries dotted through this charming town.
At a final celebratory lunch back in Uzes, the Dickasons concluded that leaving the Provence cottage as a finale, and having two weeks in the fall in this region of France was a definite highlight of the multiple trips to all seven of the Richards’ cottages. However, when asked during this period and years later which was the favourite, the Dickason response typically was “whichever cottage we are in.”

Second Celebrity cruise
Before the January cruise could be enjoyed, the frowning travel gods forced a change of plans for leaving Nanaimo to travel to Tampa Bay. Snow fell four days before the planned ferry trip to Vancouver for an overnight motel before an early morning flight. It continued to fall for 36 hours and that raised the possibility of canceling the cruise. But, with the assistance of neighbours at Edgewood a Plan B formed - first to arrange for one friend to come and feed the new cat, Zoe, and take her to the cattery when weather permitted - and secondly to have another friend at Edgewood, who had chains on his SUV, agree to collect the Dickasons and luggage for delivery to the ferry terminal on January 7th, a day ahead of schedule due to the forecast of yet more snow. The motel near the airport in Vancouver extended our stay to two nights, and the Dickason’s extra time there passed slowly before the alarm sounded at 5am on the 9th. 
Flights, a stay in a Tampa Bay motel on the 9th, and transfer to the ship on the 10th were anti-climactic after the anxious moments of the previous three days. Seeing Horizon in the sun at the dock was very cheering. She was then one of two small ships in the growing fleet - carrying about a hundred fewer passengers than Mercury. Everything on board however was very similar to what we had experienced on our first Celebrity cruise - though this time the weather was much warmer.
The sailaway from the dock in Tampa Bay is arguably the most serene and beautiful of departures from the eastern US ports. Leaving the dock, the ship steamed slowly down the channel as the city sparkled in the sunshine before she crossed the actual Bay of Tampa and reached the Gulf of Mexico. Passengers strolled on the outer decks and sat in t-shirts and shorts at bars with ‘sailaway’ drinks - a contrast to the winter wear needed just days previously.
Ports on this cruise offered varied excursions, but the Dickasons followed the pattern from their Princess cruises and took self-guided walking tours or bought excursions ashore from private operators [some highly recommended on Cruise Critic ‘ports of call’ boards].

Although it was only the second Celebrity cruise, the Dickasons were recognized by some staff members who had been on Mercury and we remembered them. Over the following years, this would occur more often as the total number of cruises with Celebrity climbed. Being members of the Captain’s Club meant there were invitations to special events, and the Captain’s Club hostess was available and willing to answer questions and resolve problems. Celebrity also hosted a reception for the Cruise Critic members who had registered on the Roll Call, giving the Dickasons the opportunity to meet and put names to passengers who had been posting anonymously, with screen names, in the months before the cruise.
Outstanding on this cruise were lectures from a digital camera expert [who doubled as a comedian in the Theatre one night], “Two for the Road” [piano and violin duo playing light classics], Colin [piano and vocals], lectures from a geologist/oceanographer, and the two appearances of Katya, a classical pianist who gave recitals in the Theatre. Probably the best waiter of our cruising experiences was serving the Dickason table for two on this cruise. Capacci was a superstar who exhibited humour, willingness to help, fine relationships with his assistant and our Sommelier, and even chatting to passengers when he met them ashore. 
Not all was perfect on this second Celebrity cruise because there were some last minute changes to the itinerary due to some mechanical problems and some strong winds and currents. Our arrival in San Juan, Puerto Rico was several hours late, and though the departure time was extended, there were some passengers heard loudly grumbling about the inconvenience and about the weather. Later in the itinerary the ship docked instead of tendering in St. Maarten and divers made repairs to the propeller seal while most passengers were ashore.
Two incidents in ports visited merit inclusion here. In Nassau, as we strolled back to the ship after bartering for a straw hat, military music was heard just a street away. Investigating, the Dickasons watched as a brass band and a police motor-cycle escort preceded a procession of judges in full regalia. The opening of the Supreme Court was to take place that morning, and the colourful event attracted quite a crowd of tourists and locals as it passed the pastel coloured buildings on the main street.
 
   The Dickasons had no plans for excursions in St. Maarten, but soon after leaving the dock and enjoying the warm sunny morning, we were approached by a tout for one of the time-share companies and offered a sealed envelope. Inside was a shopping voucher for $500... suddenly the tout was very excited. He assured us that there was rarely such an envelope in the pile he was given to distribute, and that he was thrilled for us [and we guessed for his commission]. The fine print on the voucher directed us to take a taxi to the time-share location in Oyster Bay where the taxi would be paid for, the voucher authorized, and a taxi would be provided for returning to the dock area for shopping.
The drive to the complex was first through a very poor area of the city, then through the lush jungle to a very beautiful bay. Our driver assured us that Stallone and Belafonte, among others, had houses on the bay. At the administration building, the driver was paid and he left. The Dickasons waited for some time before a charming lady arrived, seemed surprised at our voucher, asked for our ID, and announced that because the time-share had age restrictions and we were both over 60, she could not authorize the shopping voucher or take us on a tour of the facility, but she would arrange for a free taxi ride back to the dock. While waiting for the taxi, Les did take some photographs [see at right] - and as we enjoyed a $1 beer at a dock-side bar later before re-boarding Horizon, we put a positive spin on the adventure. We would have had trouble spending $500 in the shops anyway, and besides we had a free shore excursion to a lovely location.
Key West was the final port of call before the return to Tampa Bay. The Chamber of Commerce there provided a self-guided walking tour map of this lovely Florida city, and it had many historical highlights on the route. Several of the descriptions featured Ernest Hemingway - the 

houses he lived in, his six-toed cats, and his favourite pub [Sloppy Joe’s]. From the outer deck that day we saw over 400 sailboats heading out for one of the races in the KW 2005 series - quite a sight with the blue water and the many sails outside our stateroom.
   We asked that evening why Horizon had not stayed longer in such a wonderful port. The answer was surprising - apparently there was a local by-law which prohibited cruise ships from staying in port after 5pm. The logic behind it was that the local residents of apartments and houses near the dock did not want their sunset spoiled by having a ship in the foreground!
As Horizon sailed north on flat seas towards Tampa Bay, Les sat with the Sales Manager, Olga, and arranged for reservations on Celebrity Xpedition with a package deal which included a night in Quito, Ecuador, a flight to the Galapagos, seven nights on the luxury ship, and a flight back to Quito in November later in that year.
One more hint from the Cruise Critic boards aided the Dickason’s return from Tampa to BC. Cruise lines insist that flights leaving airports after disembarkation of passengers be booked after noon at the earliest. But, when a cruise ship docks on time, and the disembarkation is smooth and the airport is nearby, passengers can find themselves at the airport hours before their scheduled flight. The hint was to ask at check-in if the airline agent could change the ticket to allow for an earlier departure. The Dickasons followed the advice, and were re-ticketed for stand-by and  did leave Tampa ninety minutes early, with Economy Plus seats. However, snow falling in Chicago delayed the departure from there, and the Vancouver arrival was almost exactly at the time showing on the original ticket with a different routing.
Planning for the Galapagos began almost immediately - although, as the next chapter will describe, several other trips were wedged between January and November 2005.