Showing posts with label travel buddies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel buddies. Show all posts

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Vinales (Cuba, Part 2)


Breakfast in Vinales
On Sunday Andrew, Michele, and I took a cab (prearranged by Yomani) from Havana to Vinales, and it turned out to be my favorite day in Cuba. And not just because it perfectly aligned with my birthday. Our driver, Bruno, was really nice and chatted with Michele on the ride out (about 1.5 to 2 hours) while Andrew and I napped in the back. We asked Bruno for a casa hookup, and he drove us right to a nice house in town with two rooms. Based on the ride in, Vinales looked pretty small and was nestled quaintly in rolling green hills. There were two parallel main streets with shops and restaurants, and side streets between them filled with vendors’ stalls. Our casa was a couple blocks off the main streets.

Vinales SUV
We left our bags in our casa and went out to a late breakfast. We told Bruno and Amaury (our casa owner) that we wanted to do a horseback tour of the valley, and they told us to be at the casa by 12. When we returned after breakfast we found a very enthusiastic lady on a scooter waiting to lead us to the stables. We walked through town and headed east toward the countryside for about 30 minutes, and the whole time she kept scooting ahead and then waiting for us to catch up, chatting with locals whenever she stopped. It was silly but it got the job done.

To the horses
Horseback riding
We made it to the stables and met our tour guide for the day, Yovani. He set us up on our horses and then we hit the trail. Our first stop was a coffee plantation that was basically an excuse to drink rum. Yovani parked our horses and a lady named Rosana came up to greet us. She took us to look at the coffee plants for a minute and then walked us to a patio to sample rum (not coffee). She gave us a few different kinds of rum and honey to try, then upsold us on a cocktail each. It wasn’t a hard sell. 

Bar pretending to be a coffee plantation
After our cocktails we hopped back on our horses and headed to the next stop, a shed on a cigar farm with Dixon, looking as iconically Cuban as I could imagine. He explained that we were at his grandfather’s farm, which is still run by his family, and that he grew up rolling cigars. He laid out tobacco leaves and explained the process of soaking leaves before rolling, and letting the cigars sit for a specific time after rolling to mature. He gave us cigars to try and then sold me and Andrew a few to take with us. He also explained how the business works: the government gets 90% of their cigars at a non-negotiable price, and the farmers keep 10% for their own use and sale to tourists like us.

Dixon rolling us a cigar
 After we said goodbye to Dixon, Yovani helped us back on our horses and we rode a short distance to a cave. I thought it was just going to be a photo op, but after we clambered around for a few minutes and started to head out, Yovani led us to a hidden crevice in the back of the cave and walked in. We were going spelunking! Okay, not really spelunking, but we did get to crawl through claustrophobic, winding passages deep in the rock. He made sure Andrew turned on his phone’s flashlight before we started and I’m so grateful. It was pitch black and I hit my head once, but it would have been so much worse without the flashlight. We crawled through the tunnel for about 20 minutes, and just before I started to get panicky about the tightening cave walls, I saw sunlight gleaming from ahead. We came out of the tunnel on the other end to find a little stand with a family waiting to collect $2 from each person who came out. We walked back to our horses and headed off to the stop. 

Into the tunnel
Cave
























Farm
Between each stop we were riding through beautiful, lush woods and picturesque farmland. There were no cars but we passed other people on horseback on occasion. Our horses started climbing up a steep hill and when we reached the top we were treated to stunning views of the entire valley and a little bar. Of course we had to stop and have a Bucanero with Yovani and watch the bar chickens chase the bar kitty. Sadly that was our last stop on the tour, so we headed back to the stables. It was about 30 minutes and we took in the countryside views on the way. 


Valley view

Lookout bar

Traffic jam















After walking back to town we were ready to eat. The tour took about 4 hours, with about an hour of walking, so we didn’t feel too lame looking for dinner at 5. We picked a restaurant pretty much at random and were the only people eating on the sidewalk. After dinner we stopped at another restaurant for coffee because we a big night of dancing planned and needed a boost. Vinales is known for a nightly salsa party in the town square, but it didn’t start until 9 or 10 so we had lots of time to kill. 


I have permission to post this 
When posted up at a bar on the town square and patiently waited until we saw people start filing into an open-air dance floor surrounded by colonnades with a bar and tables. It’s a few cents for locals and a few bucks for tourists, so there was a nice mix of people. We started by watching people who can actually salsa, and after a beer had the nerve to try it ourselves. We ran into Yovani and his friend Octavio and invited them to our table for bottles of rum and coke. It didn’t take me long to pretend it was a giant birthday party for me, and Michele got in on the game. Poor Andrew had the job of herding us back through the streets at the end of the night and making sure we got to our casa, but he couldn’t stop me from befriending a street dog who followed us home.



Salsa before the crowds hit

We only had one day and night in Vinales, but it was definitely my favorite stop on the trip. If you visit Cuba, I can't recommend Vinales enough. The setting, the horseback tour, and the dancing combined to make it the highlight, and one of my favorite birthdays too!



Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Colorado, May 2017

Continuing the mini-break trend this year, one month after going to West Texas, the boyfriend and I packed up for a long weekend in Colorado. One of his best friends from high school was getting married near Boulder, so we were going for his Saturday wedding and decided to make a long weekend of it. We flew to Denver on a Wednesday night after work, and flew back home on Sunday. Here are a few of the highlights and pictures.


Hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park! The weather was beautiful (sunny and cool); the trail was one of those magical ones where the ground is soft and muffles all the sound so you feel like you're communing with the trees; and there were waterfalls and snow on the ground in spots.
Rocky Mountain National Park







































Stanley Hotel (aka The Shining hotel)



I have to include photos of myself
because A and I didn't take
real photos. :-(

Estes Park where we stayed for one night and wandered around the picturesque main street (and swung by the Stanley Hotel because it's obligatory).






Boulder: We rented bikes to cruise around the incredibly bike-friendly city. They even have a bicycle highway network! People can get around the whole town without having the constant threat of death by car that I experience regularly in Austin. First we biked up to Chautauqua Park, but the lack of immediate shade put a damper on my enthusiasm for exercise, so we turned around and headed into downtown. We hit the main shopping street before stopping by the Dushanbe Tea House (built in Tajikistan and shipped to Boulder!) for chai and snacks. And then it was time to try out a couple breweries. We went to Vision Quest where I had a tasty sour beer, and Sanitas where I think I had an IPA (but it wasn't super remarkable).

Dushanbe Tea House

Biking to the next brewery in Boulder

And the wedding, of course, which was beautiful AND included brunch (the best of all the meals). Par for the trip, I only took this photo at the wedding, which shows nothing about the lovely couple, venue, food, or ceremony.

Handsome introvert finds his beer


Thanks for treating me so well, Colorado! I've been stranded at the Denver airport twice, but this trip is a good start to redeeming yourself.

Friday, April 21, 2017

2017: The Year of Mini-Breaks

This guy is getting a lot play time in 2017.
This year I'm hoping to take a few short trips, as compared to my big trip in 2016 (Tanzania). So I'm calling 2017 the Year of Mini-Breaks. There will be one international trip at the end of the year (there has to be, per this blog!), but it won't be a budget-buster like last year, which gives me a little wiggle room for small trips scattered throughout the year. Which turns out to be excellent timing, since the boyfriend has a couple of out-of-state weddings to attend that I want to tag along for. And it allows me to take my semi-annual California trip with my best friend and my sister. Here's my anticipated line up for the year:
  • Long weekend in NYC to see the sister: February, already happened
  • West Texas with the boyfriend's family: April, already happened, post coming soon
  • Colorado (near Boulder) for boyfriend's friend's wedding: May
  • Nashville: June, this is a work trip, but I still count it because I'm going to try to find good places to eat (and food = travel)
  • Maine (near Booth Bay) for boyfriend's step-brother's wedding: June
  • California: August, hiking in Yosemite and lazing in Big Sur with Sarah and Michele
  • Cuba (I hope!!): December, week trip with friends and boyfriend

Does anyone have recommendations for any of these spots? Especially food recommendations (vegetarian or pescatarian friendly), but anything that could fit into a long weekend is appreciated!

Thursday, March 30, 2017

TBT: Santa Ynez, California

While I daydream about my next California trip with Michele and Sarah (August!), I'll calm the restlessness a little with photos from our 2013 trip to the Santa Ynez Valley near Santa Barbara.
I flew to LA to meet up with Michele and Sarah (view from Sarah's roof). Mish then drove us to wine country.

We stayed in a yurt at a campsite on a lake.

We went to picturesque vineyards (Lincourt, Sunstone, and Rancho Sisquoc).

We lit fires and played board games at night, and kayaked on the lake in the morning.

And ate in Solvang and Santa Barbara.
It's probably offensive to wine connoisseurs, but I would pick Santa Ynez over Napa if given the choice. Santa Ynez felt much more relaxed, and my palette isn't refined enough to appreciate Napa wines any more than the ones I had on this trip.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

TBT: Denmark and Greenland

I decided to do some throwback posts in between my ongoing travels. I realized I have a bunch of photos from past trips that haven't made it here yet, so I figured it's a good way to get everything one spot. First up, Denmark and Greenland. I went in January 2013 with besties Matt and Christina.

Copenhagen

Nyhavn, Copenhagen

Nyhavn

Round Tower, Copenhagen

Copenhagen


8 eyes, airport bar, Kangerlussuaq, Greenland

Greenland

Greenland chillin

Love these two

Malmo, Sweden

Kronborg Castle (Hamlet!), Elsinore, Denmark

Under Kronborg
Kronborg


Copenhagen

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Mini Vacations

I couldn't agree more, fortune.

I’m a big proponent of the mini break. Sure, I’d love to spend my time jet-setting around the globe on epic trips, but for some stupid reason my bank account and work schedule refuse to let me follow my heart in this regard. To the rescue … weekend getaways! The much more affordable and practical sister of my yearly overseas adventure, a mini vacation is easy enough to do at least once a year, if not more. Personally, I try following a schedule (without schedules, I’d end up sitting on my couch in all of my spare time) to make sure I take a minimum of out-of-town trips every year. For me, that means at least one weekend away in spring, summer, and fall, plus a few days off around the winter holidays.

My friends Christina and Matt (they’re married and I’m their permanent third wheel) and I have a loose agreement to go camping once in the spring and once in the fall, and to hit the beach once a summer. As for the winter time off, for the past decade at least, my sister or I have lived out of town, so the holidays are usually spent being a tourist in our hometown, checking out new bars and restaurants and revisiting old favorite spots. (Staycations are an entirely different beast that I’ll probably address here soon.)

The Great Outdoors
Camping is such an affordable and rewarding break for those who don’t mind sleeping in a tent and wearing flip-flops in the shower. And as a central Texas resident, I have access to so many beautiful state parks just a few hours’ drive away that it seems silly not to go camping when I need to get out of town and recharge a little. And luckily for me, Matt and Christina share this outlook. We always invite other friends to join us, sometimes with success, other times not, but either way the trips are affordable enough. Rates for a campsite are usually $15–$30 a night (and you can cram a bunch of people in one site), and then you just need to factor in gas, food, beer, ice, wood for the campfire, and any other miscellaneous stuff you want to drag out with you. It’s no stretch to plan a weekend away for less than $100 a person.

For me, camping means setting up my tent, throwing on sunscreen, hiking, swimming, cooking over a fire pit, stargazing, playing cards, talking nonsense, and making s’mores. So many s’mores! And so many stars! As a city dweller, I love getting away from light pollution and simply looking up—I can easily pass an entire night at a campsite marveling at how vast the sky is. On every single camping trip we take, Christina and I are guaranteed to look up at least two or three times and say idiotically, “Just look at all the stars! I mean, just look! It’s A-MAAAA-ZING!” No shame. It’s a great, giddy, childlike feeling. And for less than $100, how could I not indulge in that joy at least two weekends a year?

The Beach
The trouble with camping in Texas is that you’re pretty much screwed from May to September. It’s just too damn hot to be outside for that long. For me, at least. I’m sure there are people who love it, but I’d rather not share a car home with them after two days of sweat-lodging (no lodge needed) in the 100+ degree weather. Which is why I prefer to go to the beach in the summer and splurge on an air-conditioned condo with indoor plumbing to wash away all of my saltwater, sun-drenched stink.

So, yes, this mini break is more expensive than camping, because condos will always be more expensive than campsites. But you can still do an affordable beach trip, and the more people you involve, the cheaper it gets. Win win! We usually end up spending about $50/night for lodging per person (assuming three or four people) and, like camping, you just need to budget money for food, drinks, sunscreen, and gas. It’s easier to go out and spend money at bars and restaurants on a beach trip as well, but I’ve always found that with a lively enough crowd, everyone is content to cook and hangout at the condo or on the beach at night.

I’m heading to the Port Aransas this weekend, and I plan on sticking to a $200 budget, including the condo cost. (This is actually my most expensive beach trip, too, because there aren’t many people going and we’re paying a little more for a dog-friendly cabin.) And I completely recognize that $200 is no small amount in our lives of underpaid, underemployed, overcharged, and overburdened stress, but for me the relaxing respite of sitting on the sand, swimming in the sea, sleeping late, reading a book in the sun (under a giant hat), and enjoying the company of friends is worth the money.

So here’s to mini breaks and the sanity they restore! I’ll cheers to you all and your various ways of stretching budgets to get away while I watch the tide roll in this weekend.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Picking a good travel buddy














This is me and one of my best friends, Michele. In the 15 or so years that we’ve been friends, we’ve taken many trips together: Las Vegas, London and Amsterdam, Yellowstone, and a road trip to Mexico, to name a few. This August we’ll be heading to South America to hike the Inca Trail and check out penguins in the Galapagos. I have a few other tried-and-true, go-to travel buddies, and I started thinking about what makes some people work well together on trips, and what makes me think “never again” about others.

With me and Michele, the biggest commonality is probably that we’re both pretty laid back about how we like to plan and take trips, her even more so than me. She lives in Los Angeles and I’m in Austin, so we’ve done almost all of our planning, booking, and confirming for South America via email and text. We took turns booking shared flights, hotels, and excursions, and kept a running tally of who paid what; we ended up pretty darn close, too, considering the expense and detail of this trip. Everything is booked now and I only owe her $113 (it’s coming, Mish, I promise. PayPal, man).

And now that we have the big pieces in place, we’re both leisurely perusing the details—good places to eat in Lima, places to see in Cusco while we acclimate to the altitude, any must-see markets in Quito, that sort of thing. Over the next few months we’ll each come up with our own lists of what we want to do, probably with a lot of overlap, and then just do whatever sounds best when we land. Super easy with no drama.

It also helps that we both just kind of roll with the randomness that pops up when we’re traveling. I remember when we were walking down a street in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico, and saw a Jeep drive by with three or four guys standing up in the back, holding menacingly large guns. We looked at each other and said, “So we’ll go into the next bar and sit for awhile?” “Yep, sounds good.” We ducked into the first place we came to, walked up to the bar and ordered our Dos Equis from a rather bemused bartender, and turned around to take in the place. My eyes surveyed the room and I realized it was full of men, all of whom were staring at us. Michele, meanwhile, had looked at one of the many TVs around the bar and nudged me. “Look up.” I did … and realized all the TVs were showing porn. Then we both noticed the few women scattered around the edges of the room, scantily dressed, looking bored, and ignoring us, unlike the men. And then we saw the door that led who knows where covered with a curtain. And a man walking behind the curtain with one of the bored women. Without a word we slowly, oh-so-casually, like we totally knew what we were doing, walked back toward the door, chugging our beers (we were 21 at the time and had priorities). One of us said, “So … we’ll go in the next restaurant we find and sit for awhile?” “Yep, sounds good.” And that’s how we found an adorable courtyard restaurant in Nuevo Laredo with delicious chips and salsa and margaritas.

While this story might not say much for our situational awareness or sense of danger, rest assured that we’ve both gotten much better about these sorts of things in the last decade. Michele even looked up the travel advisories for Peru and Ecuador, and we now know to be very cautious with all of our cabs. Progress! But my point is, in my experience, some people tend to have anxious reactions when things go awry, and others are more able to pragmatically react without exacerbating the situation. For my style of traveling, the latter is clearly a better fit. Because even now that we’re more mature and cautious (and know to assess potential porn bars/brothels before ordering beer), things will go wrong on our trip. That’s inevitable on any adventure. Picking a travel partner whom I know I can rely on to keep a level head in those situations is the only part of it I can control.

After all this rambling, maybe it’s time for a list. Here are some factors that I like to consider when picking a travel buddy:
1.     Does this person agree with the type of trip I want to take? Examples include:
a.     Staying in cheaper hotels to extend the trip versus having a shorter, more indulgent vacation
b.     Taking a relaxing vacation with lots of sitting, eating, and drinking versus mixing in more active, outdoorsy fun
c.      Mapping out a strict itinerary versus leaving chunks of time open to explore whatever comes up
2.     What traits about this person bug me under normal circumstances and can I handle them when they’re magnified under the pressure of travel?
3.     What traits about me bother people under normal circumstances and can my potential travel buddy handle them when they’re magnified under the pressure of travel?
4.     Will I get stuck with all the planning and organizing?
5.     Will this person over-plan and over-organize so much that it takes the fun out of the trip?
6.     How does this person react in stressful situations? Do I trust him or her to help when things go wrong?
7.     Are we both stubborn about getting our way or can we compromise so everyone gets to do what matters most to them?
8.     Is he or she slovenly to the point that I wouldn’t want to share a bathroom with them? (It sounds extreme but, trust me, it can be an issue.)
9.     Do they have an appropriate sense of the world around them to not get me in trouble? Will I spend the trip babysitting?
10. Is this person comfortable with splitting up and seeing different things separately? Am I comfortable with that?

I could go on and on, but I think these questions cover the largest concerns about traveling with someone. And don’t forget, travel buddies are optional! Some of my favorite experiences have come from traveling by myself. Watch for a post on that soon. :)

I’d love to hear some of your thoughts on travel buddies. What wisdom have you gleaned along the way? Do you have go-to partners in crime or horror stories of someone you’ll never travel with again?