Monday, April 18, 2016

Training for Kilimanjaro

How does a lazy woman whose favorite pastime is sleeping train to hike Mount Kilimanjaro? If it were up to me, the answer would be not to train. I like to think I maintain a mostly healthy lifestyle, and I read first-person accounts about how Kili isn’t too challenging of a hike (I ignore accounts that take a different stance), so if it was up to me, I’d just keep doing what I do—exercising (usually jogging, swimming, Body Pump, yoga, or stair climbing) three or four times a week and eating a vegetarian diet that has a few too many carbs and alcohol servings but is still (I think) better than the average American diet.

But as I said, it’s not up to me. My hiking partner takes training way more seriously than I do, and I’m sure I’ll thank him for it once we’re in Tanzania. The biggest change he’s made to my routine is to add a weekly hike on Saturday mornings. Our favorite is River Place Nature Trail because it has good elevation changes and is long. It takes us about three hours to do the six-mile loop, and I’m ready for a nap by the time we finish. We also mix in the Hike and Bike Trail once a month; we do the full ten miles to build up our endurance, and our pace is hovering around 18-minute miles. Unfortunately there's not much elevation around Austin, so we can't train for what is probably going to be the most crucial part of Kilimanjaro. Nevertheless, they say overall fitness helps combat altitude sickness, so I'm hoping the sea-level hiking helps in a roundabout way.

In addition to the hikes, Andrew is good at making me actually stick to those regular weekly workouts. If left on my own, I might average two or three workouts a week, but we’ve gotten into a gym routine, and now my ideal week looks like this:

  • Monday: treadmill sprints or rest (every other week off for art class)
  • Tuesday: treadmill sprints or rest (every other Tuesday, when I have art on Monday)
  • Wednesday: Body Pump
  • Thursday: happy hour!
  • Friday: treadmill sprints or swimming
  • Saturday: long hike
  • Sunday: swimming and yoga class
Ideal means this doesn't happen every week, but I'm doing way better than if I didn't have someone nudging me to go to the gym with him regularly. So if you're like me and more interested in napping than jogging, but you have an active trip coming up, I'd highly recommend you find a good training partner. I can't say enough good things about mine. :-)


Thursday, April 14, 2016

Traveling at Home: Food and Film!



My endless quest to peek into other cultures prompted Andrew and me to start a new, semi-regular event. Once a month(ish), we have a “Foreign Food and Film” night. It’s a simple premise: we pick a foreign country; find a recipe for something common there that doesn’t look too tricky (my cooking skills are questionable); pick a movie from the country; and friends bring drinks, appetizers, or desserts that fit the theme.

So far we’ve done Indian, Italian, and Japanese. We cheated the first time and ordered takeout from an Indian restaurant in town (Nasha) and picked a Bollywood movie from Netflix pretty much at random (Hasee Toh Phasee). For Italy we made a Caprese salad and few different types of pizza; friends brought bruschetta, wine, and cannoli; and we watched Cinema Paradiso. For Japan we made ramen; Andrew bought some sushi; friends brought sake, Japanese beer, daifuku, and matcha ice cream; and we watched Howl'sMoving Castle.

I don’t know if we managed to order all the wrong food from Nasha, but we were not impressed at all. Everyone else I know who’s been there raves about the food, so I don’t want to dissuade people from trying it, but I won’t be giving them another chance…unless someone else is buying. Hasee Toh Phasee was silly and adorable, and I really liked it. It was the first Bollywood movie I’d ever seen, and, if they’re all like this one, I found my new favorite genre: goofy romantic comedy with elaborate song-and-dance numbers.

Despite starting a fire in the oven on Italian night, our pizzas were really tasty. We used Trader Joe’s pre-made crust (wheat and garlic, obviously the garlic was better), and my favorite combination was with pesto, mozzarella, kale, and garlic (based off this recipe but y’all know I did not make my own pesto). Cinema Paradiso was long but lovely. Plus if you don’t get too hung up on how a man can go decades without visiting his mother who lives just a few hours away, there’s a metaphor about leaving home to follow the adult path on which your childhood influences set you.

Moving to Japan, I was surprisingly impressed with how well the ramen turned out. We tweaked this recipe quite a bit by subbing fake sausage for the pork, using veggie stock instead of chicken stock, omitting fish sauce and Chinese five spice, using higher-quality noodles, and roasting Brussels sprouts instead of acorn squash. Full disclosure, Andrew and I did a test run with my mom and sister, and it was not so great the first time. But we learned some very important lessons (e.g., fresh noodles need to be pre-cooked before adding them to soup) and the second batch was pretty darn tasty. The recipe is more work than I’d put in for a normal meal, but it’s worth it for a special dinner. And Howl’s Moving Castle was a fantastic, charming, weird-at-times animated movie that made me want to watch all of Miyazaki’s movies!

I’m thinking about going to Argentina for the next installment, but I’m open to suggestions!

UPDATE: My friend Jason just introduced me to this blog. I think she's going to be great inspiration! http://globaltableadventure.com/countries-ive-cooked

Monday, April 4, 2016

Planning for Tanzania

Andrew and I booked a trip to Tanzania! We’re going for the first two weeks of September to hike Mount Kilimanjaro and do a roving safari, which involves driving around every day to see the most animals possible and setting up camp at night. Seeing an elephant in the wild is one of my ultimate life goals, so fingers crossed.

As you probably know, the logistics of hiking a 20,000-foot mountain on another continent are a teensy bit complicated. It’s an eight-day trek and, like my Inca Trail experience in 2014, we’ll have porters who carry most of our stuff and set up camp for us (my first-world guilt will come back). Therefore, it’s not going to be a super-taxing endeavor for me (other than climbing 20,000 feet and not succumbing to altitude sickness), but there’s nevertheless a lot of planning involved. And we’ll be hiking in snow but safariing in equatorial heat, which means lots of clothes to pack (and buy).

If you’ve read other parts of this blog, you might remember when my hiking boot disintegrated on the Inca Trail and I received a hasty replacement pair. Well, I still haven’t bought new, good boots, so that’s at the top of my to-do list. But the company we booked the trek through (International Mountain Guides) sent Andrew and me a detailed list of gear to buy, and I need to buy more than just boots. Luckily I have a lot of stuff on the list, but I’m going to have to get at least the following:

  • Padlocks for bags
  • Trekking poles
  • Sleeping pad
  • Expedition-weight set of synthetic long john tops and bottoms
  • Parka (A mid-weight down or synthetic insulated parka with a hood is what you are looking for.)
  • Warm pants (Fleece is good, soft shell type pants are even better.)
  • Shell Pants: Waterproof/breathable pants (full side zips are best and Gore-Tex is perfect).
  • Heavy gloves or mittens: down or synthetic insulated for summit day
  • Hiking boots
  • Gaiters
  • Naglene bottles (2)
  • Chemical hand and toe warmers (6)


This is only the stuff I don’t own from the three-page list of gear. I’m concerned for the porters…

I had to get my doctor to sign a form saying I’m fit to hike the mountain (did that today!) and I need to visit a travel doctor to discuss vaccines and malaria pills (doing that Wednesday!). I know the trip isn’t until September, but I want to give myself excessive planning time. I’m maybe a little type A, I guess.


Thursday, February 11, 2016

Birthday in Jamaica

It’s taken me a stupid amount of time to write what I figure is going to be a quick and dirty recap of my 2015 international trip. I kept going back and forth about whether I should delve into my thoughts on all-inclusive resorts and whether to discuss the uneasy sense of privilege that followed me around Jamaica. In the end, I decided not to. It’s definitely the sort of thing I want to discuss, but I guess I’m still grappling with my thoughts on the matter. So I won’t bore you with them…yet.

Our resort
I decided on a trip to Jamaica based on a few criteria. 2015 was sandwiched between two very expensive trip years (Peru and Ecuador in 2014, and Tanzania on the horizon for 2016). I needed an affordable 2015. I’ve already been to Mexico and Canada, so they weren’t options. I considered Belize and a host of Caribbean islands, but in the end Jamaica won because it was the cheapest. Sorry, Jamaica, it’s not  an insult. I genuinely appreciate how easy you were on my bank account. I was able to find a great deal on an all-inclusive resort for my birthday, and two of my best friends were joining me and my boyfriend, which made what I worried would seem like a generic or impersonal trip feel much more special. And did I mention some fool was giving me all I could eat and drink?

We left a cold and rainy Austin on the last day of November and headed into uncertain weather. Well, the reports were all certain it was going to rain in Ocho Rios, Jamaica, the whole time we were there, but I refused to accept rain on my Caribbean birthday vacation. It just wasn’t going to happen. Off we went, Christina and Matt with sensible coffee (it was a morning flight), Andrew keeping tabs on the obnoxious birthday girl, who was already trying to exploit “birthday week” with wine on the plane. (I thought it would be free because we were on an international flight. I was wrong.)

It was an easy flight into Montego Bay and then a long shuttle ride to Ocho Rios, where our resort was. Always a good sport, Andrew took the shit seat. After about two hours, we arrived at the resort (Riu Ocho Rios), checked in, and headed to the buffet just in time for the early bird dinner. But to tell the truth, it wouldn’t have mattered what time it was; at an all-inclusive, everyone just eats all day long.


After dinner, we all grabbed a drink (but not the wine from the “barrel” in the dining hall—don’t do it) and headed to the beach. The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark, but we wanted to be by the water. As soon as we hit the sand, a guy appeared out of the sea, silently and magically standing in front of us where one second before there was just air. He went straight for Matt. “Hey, welcome to Jamaica, do you want [digging inside his swim trunks] some ganja [pulls his hand out of his crotch holding a bag of weed]?”
Rasta beard

I should mention that weed has recently been decriminalized in Jamaica. Yep, believe it or not, it used to be illegal. However, according to my research, the police tended to only enforce the law on locals; tourists were free to do as they liked. Fairly and justly, locals can now buy, sell, and smoke in peace as well. I should also mention that Matt has a giant, unruly beard that, based on our experience, translates to “Hi, friend! I want to be rasta! Please come talk to me!” in Jamaica. Every time our group was approached by dealers, they always went to Matt and chatted about his beard while offering him their goods. Women also approached him a lot and asked if they could braid his beard for him.



Dance party!
Anyway, we resumed our stroll along the water, watching the sky darken and the stars come up. We took a break on some beach chairs to listen to the waves and name the stars we knew, and then, with no warning, a dance party broke out just a few yards away. We were a little confused, so naturally we headed to the nearest bar, which happened to be directly above the patch of beach where the dance party erupted. It gave us a great view of the action, which was a variation of what we would see throughout our trip: resort employees leading the “nightly activity” for drunk or awkward (or both) tourists. It reminded me so much of Dirty Dancing.

In addition to the beach party on Monday night, we were treated to karaoke on Tuesday (Andrew and I ROCKED OUT to “Enter Sandman”), a song-and-dance history of Jamaica on Wednesday night, and a reggae band that also did cover songs to which we are all forced to dance on Thursday. No lie, the whole arrangement was weird. But the drinks remained free, so it wasn’t too weird.

Jerk Hut
Our days were exactly what you would imagine: sleeping in, eating plates and plates of carbs at the breakfast buffet (that was mostly me; Andrew, Christina, and Matt managed to not eat like animals somehow), and hanging out at the beach. (By the way, the weather reports were wrong, and I was right. It didn’t rain at all; it was sunny and perfect the whole time we were there.) One day we chilled in the resort pool with the swim-up bar, but mostly we stuck to the beach. They made jerk chicken in a hut on the beach every day for lunch, but they also had a lunch buffet.

Matt and me sailing in the Caribbean
On Tuesday, Matt and I paid $20 for a sailing “lesson” on a catamaran provided by the resort, and then we were able to use the boats for free the rest of the trip, so we took Christina and Andrew out another day (they didn’t take the lesson and had to supervised by the pros). On Wednesday, we took a shopping excursion into town to see the local artisan market (don’t do it; it’s a bunch of magnets and purses that were probably made in China), but other than that, we just relaxed on the beach, ate a bunch of food, drank a bunch of drinks, and enjoyed being lazy and coddled by the resort.



We left on Friday morning after one more fill up at the breakfast buffet and said goodbye to a beautiful island that we only got to see on the shuttle ride to and from the airport. The trip was everything I expected, but I didn’t experience the culture of Jamaica. That’s the nature of the all-inclusive beast, I guess.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

A Tropical Winter

I’m currently in a travel desert. I haven’t taken any trips recently (with the exception of a weekend gambling getaway to Shreveport for my sister’s birthday in July) and I’m actually having to burn PTO at work right now so I don’t lose it. Yep, I have too much extra PTO because I haven’t traveled enough this year. It’s a sad state for a wanderer like me. So you can imagine how happy I was when I finally booked my annual foreign trip! It’s not until December, but it’s enough to get me back to this blog.

I’ll be going to Jamaica for five days to celebrate my 34th birthday. I’ll admit that I’m a little trepidatious about the trip because it’s so far from my normal travel style, but I’m going to say that makes it even more of an adventure…because it’s not an adventure. I booked an all-inclusive, resort-style vacation through one of those giant, cheap travel agencies. For $935 I was able to get a round-trip flight, hotel, all my food and drinks, and rides to and from the airport.

It’s a really good deal for the Caribbean during near-peak season, and I’m definitely not complaining. But this will be the first trip I’ve ever taken where the entire itinerary consists of traveling from the buffet to the beach, back and forth, all day, every day. I kind of feel like I’m cheating. Where’s the culture? Where’s the fish-out-of-water sensation that comes from struggling with a foreign language? Will I even walk a full mile during the five days combined??

Sadly everything I’ve read tells me I’m supposed to stay at the resort the whole time because Jamaica is dangerous, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow that advice. I want to get out and see the island at least for a day. I’m hoping I can get my travel buddies (Boyfriend Andrew and Friends Matt and Christina) to agree to a day off the resort for some swimming with dolphins (a popular tourist attraction in Jamaica and a dream of mine since childhood), sightseeing, and a beer at the Pelican Bar.

Has anyone out there been to Jamaica before? Do you have any advice? I’d love to hear some ideas on how to make this indulgent, lazy trip a tiny bit active and adventurous. But just a tiny bit: I am celebrating my rapidly approaching middle age, after all. ;-)

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Galapagos, Part 2


Santa Cruz
While researching the Galapagos leg of our trip, Michele and I learned that there are two primary ways to visit, each with its own pros and cons: stay on the main island (Santa Cruz) and do day trips to other islands, or stay on a boat and travel among the islands the whole time. With option 1, you’re more limited to which islands you can see and I think there are fewer excursions in the same amount of time, probably because the boat has to take you home in time for dinner every night as opposed to being able to cruise the entire time. But with option 2, if you get seasick, well, that sucks. And you’re stuck with the same few people for the whole five days, which is great if you like them….. You are also limited in food choices and have less comfortable accommodations overall, because you’re on a boat. Option 2 is also a little more expensive, if I’m remembering correctly.

Hello, friend
Based on these broad-strokes differences, I liked option 1 better and Michele liked option 2 better. I’m stubborn, while Michele is easygoing. Guess which option we selected? I was able to convince her that I would get seasick and make her life miserable if we stayed on a boat for five days, plus I pointed out all the bars and restaurants we could explore at night if we stayed on Santa Cruz. (At the time I thought that was a legitimate argument.) So despite wanting to show off her amazing yacht hair for five days, she graciously accommodated my preferences. We started reviewing the day trips we could take from Santa Cruz, mainly based on what animals we could see where.

Practical Details for Future Travelers
Fish market in Puerto Ayora
We found out when we reached Santa Cruz that people can just fly in and book their excursions from Puerto Ayora very easily, despite everything we read in advance that said that approach was risky and people often spend their entire vacation stuck on the main island because all the tours are booked. We didn’t want to risk it, so we booked a package through one of the many tour companies. I’m happy with how it worked out, but the warnings were extremely overhyped; we could have saved quite a bit of money by waiting to book excursions when we arrived in Santa Cruz. For anyone willing to risk it, I’d recommend that approach.

Pinnacle Rock
We booked through Galapagos Travel Center, and we did the Island Secrets package:
Day 1: Arrive in Puerto Ayora; take a bay tour by boat; see iguanas, seals, and blue-footed boobies; snorkel with a giant turtle; and be serenaded by a crazy boat captain (unexpected bonus)
Marine iguanas
Day 2: Land tour of Santa Cruz island, including lunch at and walking tour of a giant-tortoise preserve; walk down lava tunnels; chill on an isolated beach (Garrapatero); drive around the Highlands and Cerro Mesa; see Darwin Station and a tortoise breeding center; and visit a local coffee roaster and bakery (another unexpected bonus)
Day 3: Yacht to Santa Fe (cacti and cliffs for birds)
Day 4: Yacht to Plazas and Bartolome (Pinnacle Rock and penguins, but no)

Day 5: Fly back to Quito

That's me with a giant turtle!
Island Sights
We got to snorkel for free on days 1, 3, and 4, which was a lovely surprise because the company made it sound like we’d have to pay extra for snorkel gear. I had never been snorkeling before and I’m worried that doing it in the Galapagos for the first time ruined me for all other snorkeling. Over the course of those three days, I swam with a giant turtle, saw a sleeping shark, frolicked underwater with playful seals, held a sea anemone, and followed marine iguanas as they dove down to feast on algae (the only iguanas in the whole world who go underwater for food!). The penguins weren’t on Bartolome as promised, but I was so enchanted by all the other animals I saw up close that I wasn’t too disappointed.

Sea lions and birds
We also did some very light hiking (aka walking for people who just did the Inca Trail) on Plazas and Santa Fe to see Pinnacle Rock and cliffs where a vast array of birds fly in and out (and baby birds sleep in nests on the ground! They have no native predators!). We also saw sea lions splayed out on rocks almost everywhere we went. They smelled terrible and occasionally got aggressive with each other, but I loved watching them laze around and bark like dogs. They reminded me of my Sam.

Food and Drinks
The first day we arrived, Alexandra (our intrepid tour guide/coordinator/second mother) shuttled us to the dock to meet our bay-tour captain and then ran out to get us lunch. We ate on the dock that day, and we had a fancy lunch at the giant-tortoise preserve on the second day. Days 3 and 4, when we were yachting around the Galapagos (I’ve wanted to write that phrase forever!), a cook prepared lunch for everyone and we ate in the little dining room of the yacht.

Yacht life
Breakfast was included with our hotel, but it took us a couple days to figure that out, so we a few breakfasts in town. Dinners were also included in our package, but we had to eat at the same mediocre restaurant every night. We played along the first two nights but then decided to branch out and try other places. Our waiter at the preordained restaurant kept trying to flirt with Michele, but her patchy Spanish and his age (60+) just made things awkward.

There was no veggie food here :(
Overall, the food in Ecuador was just okay. Lunch at the tortoise preserve was the highlight (no, we did not eat tortoise); the rest was really just sustenance. Honestly, we were both disappointed with Ecuadorian food, especially compared to the really good meals we had in Peru. And Ecuadorian beer was awful! We each bought one on the yacht one day­—because how do you not?—but I actually threw mine away because it was so terrible. If you know me at all, you know I don’t throw away booze easily.

Nightlife in Puerto Ayora was interesting. The city’s vibe brought to mind a place where cruise ships stop during the day and leave (with all the tourists) before nightfall. There were bars and restaurants, but not many people to visit them. And the Galapagos in general seemed like a destination for older folks, so the few bars we went to were pretty deserted. And we found only one bar/restaurant overlooking the water the whole time we were there! As native Austinites who are used to quality patios and don’t see much water, that seemed like sacrilege to us.
Puerto Ayora

Nevertheless, we valiantly attempted to barhop each night after dinner (the sacrifices you make on vacation), but the places either felt like a TGIFridays or an empty club. On the plus side, we got plenty of rest while we were there.

Retirement Already? Okay!
El Garrapatero
Overall the Galapagos were beautiful and relaxing, which is just what I needed after our slog through the Andes. I feel like I got a glimpse of what my retired vacations will be like, and not just because 75% of the other tourists were retired. We woke up at a reasonably early hour each morning, had active but easy sightseeing trips every day, ate bland dinners in mediocre restaurants every night, and were usually in bed by 10. If being retired means hanging out on beaches like Garrapatero, then sign me up.


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Galapagos!! (Part 1)

The train to and from MP has
skylights, soda, and coffee. Why
would you ever hike the trail?

When Michele and I were on the train back to Ollantaytambo from Machu Picchu we met an Italian guy traveling by himself. We chatted about our trips and when we told him we were going to the Galapagos Islands next, he excitedly said that the “Gala [gall-ah] pagos [like the Spanish word for pay]” were lovely. Now every time I think about the Galapagos, I hear it in my head as gall-a-pag-os. I wish I knew how to write phonetics, because that probably isn’t coming across. But it’s different than the American pronunciation. Good story, eh?

I spent some quality
time in Quito
Anyway, Michele and I had somehow made it through the Inca Trail and were ready for some relaxing island time in the Gall-a-pag-os. All we had to do was endure a harrowing collectivo (mini-bus) ride from Ollantaytambo to Cusco (complete with an hour-long standstill on a windy mountain road due to an accident), a few more unlicensed-cab rides, a flight to Lima, a flight to Quito, a flight to Guayaquil, a flight to Santa Cruz, a bus ride, a boat ride, and a truck ride to Puerto Ayora. Easy-peasy!

When we arrived in Santa Cruz, our tour guide Alexandra was actually waiting for us at the airport, holding a sign with my name on it. Michele and I were both astounded and a little giddy. We had set up such welcome parties at all of our destinations because cabbies in the region are notorious for robbing tourist, but Alexandra was the only one on our entire trip who actually showed up. We easily and immediately forgave her many, many personal affronts (“Two women alone at your age? Why do you not have husbands? You must be sad about that.”) based purely on that sign with my name on it in the airport.

The proper way to eat
spaghetti in the Galapagos
It was literally a sign of things to come. Alexandra was brash and in everyone’s faces (including ours), but she got shit done. She hustled us to the front of lines and made people do what she said, all for our benefit. She checked us into our hotel and set us up with a driver to take us around the whole time we were there. She brought us spaghetti on a dock and silverware to eat it with while we waited for our (insane, singing) boat captain to arrive.When we saw a demonstration march through downtown Puerto Ayora on our first night, she filled us in on the labor disputes between locals and the airlines. She explained the rules about living in the Galapagos, how only a few people can have cars and no foreigners can move there now and dogs and chickens are highly regulated, and she told us that too many people are having too many babies. She was a wealth of sometimes-biased insight and she made sure we got the most out of our stay there. I have serious respect for that crazy lady.