Vietnam: Day 8 - On to Ho Chi Minh City

All too soon, it was time to leave Hoi An.  So, we left at around 6am for the Danang airport by private car provided by the hotel.  They had even packed us a nice breakfast to enjoy as we drove.  We got checked in and settled on the hour-long flight to Ho Chi Mihn City. 

We landed on time and got ourselves over to the Rex Hotel in District 1 where we would be staying for our time in the city.  HCMC is a much more westernized city with wide boulevards and a dedicated financial district.  As our room was not yet ready, Jon and I went down the street to a coffee bar to indulge our inner Seattlelites over some high-priced iced coffees.  An hour later we returned to get our bags dropped off before hitting the streets.

Our first stop was lunch at a fantastic restaurant right in between our hotel and Reunification Palace.  The palace was built, destroyed, and rebuilt several times throughout the years, but its major place in more recent history is that it was the spot in 1975 where Saigon officially fell as tanks from North Vietnam breached its gates.  Our tour guide was quite knowledgeable about the history, and we enjoyed seeing the various rooms (meeting rooms for the country’s leaders with foreign leaders as well as other Vietnamese guests, living quarters, etc.) as we were led up and down the many levels including a fortified bomb shelter underneath.  This was the first time on our trip that we had really been confronted with evidence of the Vietnam War, and it was sobering to think about how different things were in this part of the world than the beautiful country we were feeling so fortunate to visit.  I didn’t exactly feel like I had to apologize for the US, but I was certainly aware of the conflict. 

We walked out onto the streets to the even-more-humid streets and made our way over to the Notre Dame Cathedral.  It is notable mostly because the architectural style is unlike anything else we had seen since we landed in Asia.  The cathedral could have been lifted right out of the French countryside and plopped in the middle of a very busy traffic circle!  Of note particularly was the neon blue light surrounding the Virgin Mary.  On our way back to the hotel we booked a tour to the Cu Chi tunnels for the next morning.

That evening, Jon and I walked down to the city’s market where all the vendors were setting up outside stalls and getting ready to sell their wares.  We did some window-shopping but didn’t see anything that caught our fancy.  We grabbed some food on the street and had a quick meal before getting some ice cream on our way back to the hotel.

Vietnam: Day 7 - Hoi An

Fully a week into our vacation, and we were relaxed!  In the morning, we headed over to the Morning Glory Cooking School for our cooking class.  One person took us in small groups over to the central market where we learned about local herbs, plants, fruits, and fish.  Interestingly, all places in town get their food daily from the market.  By noon, all the produce prices are dramatically reduced, as the quality is perceived to be diminished greatly.

After that, we came back to the cooking school where we began our class.  The teacher was one of the main chefs at the restaurant who has been working there since she was just 14.  She was an excellent teacher, except her English was a bit hard to understand at times (much worse, though, than my Vietnamese!).  Still, Jon and I were able to successfully make five dishes: a soup with cabbage and shrimp mousse dumplings, a fresh spring roll, marinated chicken that was then grilled and served with vegetables and rice, a crispy pancake with shrimp and pork, and a nice mango salad with homemade dressing.  The most interesting part, to me, was that most meats (cuts of pork, beef, etc.) are traditionally eaten with the fat still on them, as there is no dairy or other source to incorporate that taste into the diet.

We took some time in the afternoon to get some rest and then borrowed some bikes from the hotel to ride the 4 km to the nearby stretch of beach.  In recent years, several resorts have sprung up along the shore but there was still a fair amount of sand available to the public.  We walked along while some of the other tourists were swimming or playing games along the sand.  Our next destination while we were out on bikes was an herb garden (or vegetable village, as it was translated on one map) just north of Hoi An.  The sketchy directions we had led us down what I’m sure were several people’s driveways before we finally aborted the mission and rode back to town.  On our way back, some screaming caught our attention, and sure enough, there was Mary waving as she’d spotted us biking by!

That evening we were back on foot and over to the market area searching for a bahn mi stand we had heard about.  We weren’t able to find that specific one, but we did find a lady with a bahn mi cart who served us some delicious sandwiches for us to enjoy as we wandered the streets and grabbed some lemongrass ice cream at the Cargo Club, yum!  An early flight the next morning meant turning in rather early.

Vietnam: Day 6 - Off to Hoi An

We bid a fond farewell to Pilgrimage Village and grabbed a cab back to town where we were to meet our bus to Hoi An.  The low price of the ticket had us curious as to what kind of trip it would be, but we were game for anything.  So, a very comfortable pink bus pulled up and as we started walking off to get on board, the tourism office attendant pointed us instead towards a small waiting van.  Would this be our transportation?  It seemed comfortable enough and not a bad place to spend a few hours.

Alas, after picking up 4 other people, this van dumped us out at a backpacker hotel only 5 blocks from where we had started.  So far, we hadn’t made much progress.  Eventually a large bus pulled up and divulged some disoriented travelers onto the streets of Hue.  To replace them, we put our big bags underneath and climbed on board.  The bus was air-conditioned, which was great, but it was also comprised entirely of bunk beds.  There wasn’t too much space when we got on board, so we snagged two bunks next to each other on the back platform, which was 5 bunks across.  We hoisted ourselves into position and settled in for our ride over the mountains.

The trip wasn’t as uncomfortable as I had originally thought it was going to be.  Once you found a comfortable position and got used to the weight of the seat in front pushing down on your feet, you could enjoy the ride.  We found out from our fellow passengers that some of them had been riding the bus all the way from Hanoi (about a 17 hour journey), so we counted ourselves lucky that we would only be with them for a short time.  The bus passes through the newly constructed tunnel and misses the picturesque mountain pass of the old road, but as we zipped along the coast and through some of the hills, we got some decent views.

About 3.5 hours later, we were in Hoi An, and what a relaxing place it turned out to be!  Our hotel was a short walk from the bus station, so we checked in there and explored the town.  At the center is the large marketplace with fresh produce, herbs, meat, and fish are sold daily.  It was pretty busy, even around lunchtime, and we took in all the sights and smells as we sought out a recommended restaurant.  There, I had another fantastic pork soup!

Our stroll after lunch took us past some of the town’s attractions: a Japanese covered bridge, some Chinese-inspired temples, and a bridge over the river to the more serene south bank.  Jon had been insisting since leaving the boat that we’d run into some of those same tourists again during our travels, and I had insisted that this was not going to happen since the country was so large.  However, sure enough, we ran into Mary from the cruise on the streets of Hoi An!  We spoke for a bit before parting ways.

Back at the hotel, we used the Slingbox to catch the latest episode of The Amazing Race and headed back out for a nice dinner.  This was a little pricey but very good, and I thought it was fun to spend a million (VND) in one place!  The town was alive that night with dancing, music, and many tourists as we took it all in on our way back to the Ha An hotel.

Vietnam: Day 5 - Hue

Jon’s birthday got off to a great start as we slept in a bit before enjoying a nice breakfast at the hotel.  We took the free shuttle provided to the main tourist area from which we’d start our exploring of Hue.  One of our objectives for the day was to square away our travel arrangements to Hoi An for the next morning, so our first stop after crossing the Perfume River was the bus station.  We found out cost of the bus ticket and decided to compare that to the train fare later on.

We were planning to explore the ancient citadel that sits in the middle of the old walled city, so our next task was to figure out how to penetrate the outer city walls!  Eventually we came to a gate that took us in, but then we got some misdirection from some cyclocab drivers who sent us all along the outer edge of the wall and up to the north side of the citadel.  What we didn’t know until we got there after walking in the humid and hot weather was that the ticket office is actually on the south end.  Hot but not undeterred, we walked around the city walls back to the ticket office and finally entered the citadel.

This was the place where the imperial family of Vietnam lived back when Hue was the capital of the country, so there were many lavish buildings that have been restored with fresh coats of paint.  The guidebook described the site as kitschy, but I appreciated the way the vibrant colors brought the area back to life a bit.  Some of the buildings are in ruins, but others are quite well restored.  The interesting to me was that the grounds are not tended to such that plants grow over the walkways and courtyards. 

After lunch where we enjoyed a crispy pancake (a Hue specialty), we began walking over to the rail station.  By the time we got there, we were hot and in need of a rest!  The train schedule would allow for us to get to Hoi An at a convenient time, but we would only be able to get as far as Danang before having to then arrange transportation from there to Hoi An.  The bus was cheaper and would take us all the way to Hoi An, so we decided to go with that option instead.

Refreshed from our rest at the train station, we hopped a taxi to the Thien Mu Pagoda a few kilometers from the city center.  This was a beautiful seven-layered structure overlooking a bend in the Perfume River and was a very peaceful place to stroll the grounds.  We saw a few monks tending to some of the bushes as we walked all the way to the back of the garden.  It had been a long day trudging around in the warm weather, so we hired a boat to take us back to our rendezvous point with our return shuttle.  The boat was operated by a husband and wife team who got us downriver as we watched the city fly by.

After purchasing bus tickets, we enjoyed some ice cream at a bar before heading back to Pilgrimage Village.  Jon took the opportunity to get some reading down out on the verandah while I opted for a spot in the air-conditioned room to relax a bit.  We had a nice drink at the bar down by the pool and then had a fantastic dinner at the hotel’s restaurant!  I got a noodle dish that was one of the best I had during our stay in Vietnam, and Jon’s beef dish got good reviews as well.

We wound up heading back to our room and later ordering some chocolate mousse for dessert from room service.  We packed a lot in to our time in Hue and really took advantage of the historical sites around the place.

Vietnam: Day 4 - Halong Bay and on to Hue

This morning, we got to an early start relaxing on the boat.  We had parked overnight but were now moving again towards our next destination.  Jon and I had breakfast with our new friends the French couple before we all disembarked to visit a local floating village of fishermen.

From the Dragon’s Pearl, we were transferred to bamboo boats as women from the village took us around.  All of the houseboats were clustered but didn’t all seem to be connected.  Apparently 300 families live there!  Eventually, we checked out the town hall and school before heading over to the oyster farm where one of the locals demonstrated the process of extracting a pearl and all the different sizes they find.  After that, it was back to the boat for lunch before making landfall back at Halong Bay city in the early afternoon.

Another 4-hour shuttle ride took us back to the hotel.  We didn’t witness any traffic accidents this time around, but the trip along the bumpy roads was certainly a challenge.  Still, we were in high spirits as we left our bags at the hotel and ventured out to find the bahn mi doner kebab (which is a nice way of tying together last year’s Turkey adventure with this one!).  Shuffling through the crowded old quarter, we spotted a stand near the backpacker area and loaded up our small bags with sandwiches for the flight to Hue.

Our taxi ride to the airport brought us into a huge traffic jam that took about 40 minutes to get through.  Luckily, we had left enough time before our flight that we still arrived with about an hour to spare.  After breezing through the domestic check-in process, we soon joined a plane almost exclusively filled with tourists to Hue (only about an hour long flight).

Rain was falling in central Vietnam when we emerged and snagged a taxi to Pilgrimage Village, our hotel for the next two nights.  The only disadvantage to this place was that it was outside the city, but we soon forgot all about that as we saw the beautiful grounds.  It truly was an oasis in the midst of the active streets outside, and we soon settled into our giant room with our own private balcony overlooking one of the swimming pools.  After a long day of traveling from junk to shuttle to taxi to plane to another taxi, a good night’s rest was in order!

Vietnam: Day 3 - Halong Bay

After having a taste of Hanoi, it was time to head out to Halong Bay for our one-night cruise on a junk named the Dragon’s Pearl.  The shuttle bus picked us up shortly after 8 where we rode with a Malaysian family out to the coast.  Along the way, we learned that the crazy traffic was not just confined to the city and continued on the rural roads as well!  We even witnessed a traffic accident (looked like a minor rear-ending) as we made our way through the lush countryside. 

The trip was only supposed to take 2.5 hours, but it took us nearly 4 to reach the new suspension bridge that took us out to Halong Bay city where we met up with the rest of our adventurers.   

Here's a video of the sort of scenery we were in for:

Including us, there would be 18 guests on the boat: the 6 Malaysians, 2 people from Australia, 2 from Germany, 2 from France, 2 from China, 1 of unknown origin (I never heard him speak), and 1 brash lady from Scotland who we nicknamed Mary (Queen of Scots, you see).  We boarded the junk and immediately sat down to lunch on the stern of the boat.  It was at least 7 courses and included many fresh seafood items.  Jon and I sat across from the French couple who didn’t speak much English.  I tried to translate a few things for them and even engaged them in a little French conversation about on the level of a second-grader (“My name is Rob, what is your name?”,  “We are from the United States, where are you from?”, “Where is the library?”, etc.).

That afternoon, we disembarked on a small island where we toured some caves that had once been inhabited by 2 fishing families who now reside on a nearby floating village.  The cave formations were very nice, and then we had some time to enjoy the beach.  I opted to go kayaking with some of the other folks from our boat while Jon took in the beach and checked out all the boats parked nearby.

We relaxed the rest of the day, checking out all the rock formations as the boat motored around.  We had dinner in the dining room of the boat (again, many courses and again, fantastic) before doing a little reading from the upper deck as night fell.  We turned in early to our stateroom.

Vietnam: Day 2 - Hanoi

What a difference a good night’s sleep makes!  It was Thanksgiving in the US, but Hanoi was as busy as any weekday with a vibrant streetscape everywhere we went.  The density of the old quarter means that the sidewalks are taken up by vendors and motorbike parking with very little room left for pedestrians.  We had breakfast at our hotel and took a few minutes to get our bearings.  We quickly realized that due to the restricted hours, visiting the Ho Chi Minh mausoleum would be our first stop.

Out of the hotel and on to the street, we waded through the vehicles and into a cab on the far side.  The chaos on the roads is hard to describe, but if you can imagine all manner of vehicles (trucks, buses, cars, motorbikes, and hand carts) all seeking to use every inch of pavement in an effort to move forward, that would be a good start.  Part of me really admires the desire to use the road so efficiently, but the tired American in me longed for lane lines and traffic laws.  Add to that the fact that a delegation from Israel was in town, motorcade and all, and the ride in the cab was quite an experience.

Fairly soon, we had made it to the mausoleum, which is only open for a few hours in the morning 3 or 4 days a week.  We stood in line, went through a metal detector and were then directed to a small window where our cameras and binoculars were seized.  Then, we lined up 2 by 2 to walk into the mausoleum and past the preserved body of Ho Chi Minh.  He is still revered as the great unifier of the country, and all the guards on hand ensure the solemnity of the room.  Interestingly, Ho Chi Minh’s wishes were that he be cremated and that his ashes be divided up between the south, central, and north parts of the country as a show of unity.  Despite their reverence, however, the Vietnamese did not honor this request.  Next door, Ho Chi Minh’s house and office have been turned into a museum, and so we strolled through and admired the lovely grounds and simple furnishings.

Our next stop was to be Temple of Literature, but a navigation snafu had us walking for a few miles in the wrong direction before giving up and hopping a cab back on track.  As we again passed the mausoleum, we realized that we had gone the wrong direction from the very beginning!  The cabdriver, much better at navigating these streets, got us safely to the temple.  Inside there are markers for all of the Vietnamese that have passed the very difficult national exam.  There were a few courtyards to explore as a brief respite from the crowded streets outside.

Ready for lunch, we located ourselves on the map and headed for a restaurant that had been recommended in the old quarter.  Each street is named after the product that used to be sold along it when this was a market town (bamboo street, rubber street, etc.), which is great, except it means that each street changes names at every intersection!  Still, we found our way to a place that served Bun Bo (noodles with beef).  That seems to be the only thing they make, and they do it well!  We sat on the upper level and watched as the assembly line was set in motion: each person added one ingredient until the dish was completed and whisked off by a server to a waiting starving patron. 

In the afternoon, we hit the streets again to explore the old quarter.  We took a little walking tour suggested by our guidebook and made it all the way to the only remaining city gate before doubling back to the lake in the middle of the city.  In the evening, we went to a restaurant that was famous for its one dish: fish cooked tableside in a pot of oil with fresh herbs, peanuts, and noodles.  We grabbed some ice cream afterwards to counter the warm evening before wandering back to our hotel.

Vietnam: Day 1 - Across the Pacific

Well, it was that time of year again:  Jon and I were ready to bypass the Thanksgiving turkey order line at the supermarket and head off to another country.  Our first flight didn’t leave until mid-day, so we had plenty of time to grab a bus and the light rail to SeaTac.  Once there, we checked in with Korean Airlines for our 11.5-hour flight to Seoul.

The first flight was quite comfortable, despite the fact that we both had middle seats sitting along the spine of the 2-4-2-arranged A330, and we soon emerged in Asia.  The airport in Seoul was very nice as we awaited our connection.  About two hours later, we boarded our flight for Hanoi!

A little bit tired and a lot disoriented, we made our way out of the Hanoi airport around midnight for our first glimpse of Vietnam.  I always think about the road in from the airport as the first view one might have of a place.  What do O’Hare passengers think when they creep down the Kennedy towards the Loop?  Visitors to Seattle at least get a chance to see the Boeing 737 plant before cruising through the industrial side of town en route to downtown.

Hanoi nightlife was non-existent, so everything looked quiet as we rode in a cab.  I could see signs of the uncontrolled growth I had read about: streets had been widened hastily, and along the outskirts small pockets of high-density buildings had sprung up.  I suppose I expected to see something more similar to Bangkok with its modern highway and active nightlife.  Soon, we were at the Maison d’Hanoi in the old quarter and were ready for bed.

Turkey: Day 10–The Long Journey Home

Ah, after a great visit it was finally time to head home! We had an early flight to Istanbul, so we hopped a cab to the airport and went to check in.

Unfortunately, the Turkish Airlines agents told us that our reservation had been cancelled! They were able to get us on the flight to Istanbul but told us they could not get us on our flight to Chicago. I immediately became nervous, but Jon kept his cool and got all the information he could from the agents. When we got to Istanbul, we hurried to the sales office to see what could be done. To our relief, the salesperson said our reservation was just fine and printed out our ticket numbers, should we run into any more trouble. Soon, we were checked in and resting comfortably in the business class lounge.

Our flight to Chicago left on time, and we settled in for the long 12-hour flight across Europe, the Atlantic, and half of North America. Jon’s friend Doug met us at O’Hare to help pass the long layover at a nearby restaurant.

Soon, we were back up in the air and safely home in Seattle. Nobody enjoys the end of a great vacation, but there will be many future trips to look forward to!

Turkey: Day 9-Horseback Riding and Cave Dwelling

We woke up well rested from our night in the cave and had a great breakfast at the hotel. Afterwards we asked the hotel owner for advice, and she offered to help us arrange transportation for the day's activities. We wanted to visit one of the local underground cities, and she checked to make sure neither of us were claustrophobic. We confirmed that we weren't, and then she confessed to some claustrophobia herself! Kind of strange since she runs a hotel in a cave!

In the meantime, she suggested we ride some of the hotel's horses around the village. Initially, I was a bit nervous about it given the hilly terrain, but Jon was enthusiastic and we decided to go for it.

I am so glad we did! One of the staff helped us on the horses and led us through the little valley and up a steep hill. The horses were gentle, and the view of the surrounding area was gorgeous! Eventually we descended back to the village where we greeted most of the town residents who were hanging out in the town square. No doubt they had a good laugh at us parading by, but they all smiled and waved as we went by.

Next, our driver for the day took us to the underground city. This was a place of refuge from rival military forces for residents, and the collection of tunnels was just amazing. Only 4 levels are open to the public, but there are certainly many more judging by the ventilation shaft we passed! We scraped our heads a few times and dodged some tour groups but were ultimately glad to have had the opportunity to see such an interesting settlement.

Our driver then took us back to Urgup and despite his lack of English and our poor Turkish, got us squared away with bus tickets. He was truly quite helpful. We had a nice lunch before the hour-long bus ride back to Kayseri.

There, we grabbed a city bus towards our hotel. I knew we would eventually encounter the tram line into downtown, so we kept our eyes open and hopped off at the tram station. We hopped the tram and got off at the stop for our hotel, as provided by a nice security guard. Then, yet another nice guy on the street took us to a taxi stand. A taxi driver here set us off towards our hotel. As usual, I am deeply indebted to the kind folks we encounter who take the time to help two tourists!

Finally at our hotel, we rested before venturing out for dinner. I was surprised in a city of that size how few English speakers we found, but folks are patient and usually happy to encounter somebody from another country.

Packed and ready for the journey home, we turned in at the Hotel Ibis.

Turkey: Day 8-Up, Up, and Away!

For Jon's birthday, and to continue our theme of trying out a new form of transportation on every trip, we got up early and were ready to go at 5:30am for our hot air balloon trip! The company came and picked us up and shuttled us to the launch site, about 7 miles outside of Urgup. There, we met up with what seemed like all the other tourists in the area who were just as eager as we were to get up in the air.

I was a bit anxious about the trip because of the height, but the large basket on our balloon held about 24 folks, so I was able to stand to the inside. As we enjoyed some tea, we watched as about 25 balloons were unrolled and filled with hot air. We launch just as the sun was rising over the hills giving us a great, clear view of the landscape. Up, up, and away!

Our balloon pilot was British and explained to us how to remain safe on board, and then we were off! This was our first view of the rock formations that Cappadocia is known for, and what an introduction! They were similar to what we'd seen in Bryce Canyon and Zion in Utah but were smoother and fanned out in all directions. Despite the occasional bursts of hot air, it was an extremely peaceful trip across a valley, over a large hill and out over some fields. The ride lasted about 90 minutes, but I think I could have stayed up there for hours.

The landing was a bit rough but safe, and it was followed by a quick glass of champagne. Jon and I had a chance to talk a bit with the pilot who had been flying for 23 years. He also recommended a hot air balloon flight in Kenya should we ever find ourselves there. Possible future trip idea?

Back at our hotel, we enjoyed a nice breakfast and then made our to the bus station where we grabbed a bus to the Goreme open-air museum. This was an ancient monastery and nunnery build directly into the caves of the region and was quite a sight. I was impressed by the extensive networks of buildings that had been created and the ornate decorations in the many churches and chapels there. It was a bit cool but quite pleasant, so we didn't mind waiting a bit for our bus back to Urgup where we collected our bags and took a taxi to our next destination.

Jon had featured the Giramisu Cave Hotel in a slide show a while back, but both of us were blown away by the place. Situated away from all the tourist stops in the region, it was a very peaceful place built right into the caves. Our well-appointed (and huge) room had a nice skylight and a working fireplace. Once settled, we took the opportunity to explore the grounds and the surrounding village of Ayvali.

We had dinner in the gorgeous dining room at the hotel, and the 4-course meal was absolutely excellent! A tour group was also staying at the hotel, but they cleared out early giving us the entire run of the dining room to enjoy our leisurely meal. Later on, we went back to our room and attempted to start a fire in the fireplace. After several attempts with the provided matches, we called the front desk which sent somebody down with a propane tank and torch to really get the blaze going! Why hadn't we thought of that? Exhausted, we bid farewell to a great day and got some rest.

Turkey: Day 7-Planes, Walking, and Automobiles

Most of the day was spent in transit for us: it all started before the sun came up when we set out on foot to the Fethiye bus station. Realizing that no vans would be coming by, we caved and grabbed a taxi to the bus station where we met our shuttle bus to the Dalaman airport. The bus was by no means full, but I was kind of surprised how many people were headed out that early in the morning.

We got to the Dalaman airport, checked in and boarded our hour-long flight back to Istanbul. We had a little time there to cool our heels before we got on our plane to Kayseri. We left a bit late but still got to Kayseri before dark. I had imagined that Kayseri would be a pretty small place, so I was quite shocked when we landed in a city of about 900,000 people! Surrounded by gorgeous mountains, we got off the plane and grabbed a taxi to the bus station. I initially balked at the relatively high taxi fare, but the driver used a meter and had been pretty accurate in his estimate of the cost.

Catching a bus to Urgup was simple, but we had to sit with our bags on the nearly full bus, so it was a bit more cramped than I would have liked. Still, we drove off into the hills as the sun set and our arrival in Urgup was uneventful. We had to do a bit of searching for our hotel, but some helpful locals guided us in the right direction. Our room was nothing special but was comfortable and gave us a place to relax. As was becoming a theme, we turned in early since our 4:30am wake-up time was fast approaching!

Turkey: Day 6-Return to the Blue Lagoon

Another beautiful day found us once again heading back into Fethiye to catch a van to Oludiniz. Now total experts, we knew exactly where to stand to catch our ride. Oludiniz is a beach town that serves as the gateway to the Blue Lagoon: Turkey's gorgeous beach destination. After a quick walk down the beach, we headed off to the Blue Lagoon. It's a short walk to the entrance gate, and then another moderate walk out to the lagoon.

Certainly, the place was beautiful, with the tree-covered hills all around and the bright blue water mirroring the blue sky above, but for me the greatest part was that Jon and I had the entire place to ourselves! The beach is mostly round stones, but still we took off our shoes, rolled up our pants, and waded a bit into the water. What a relaxing day it turned out to be.

We headed back into Oludiniz, but found that since it was the off-season, we would not be able to get a boat out to the Butterfly Valley. We could have hired one, but it seemed like a bit of trouble to arrange, and the butterflies are supposedly at their peak in the summer instead of the winter. None of the tourist-centric town was open, but we were able to find one restaurant where we could grab some Cokes and sit by the water.

Sufficiently relaxed, we grabbed a van back to town, stopped by the bus station to get information on our return to the airport the next morning, and made our way back to the hotel. The skies were a bit cloudy, but it was still warm and pleasant, so we took the opportunity to sit outside and do some reading. We took a walk through the more working class area where folks were working on repairing boats before zipping back into town. We had a very large but fantastic dinner in town and then went to bed early.

Turkey: Day 5-Out of the City, Into the Country

After our great experiences in Istanbul, we were ready to see what other parts of Turkey had to offer. Our flight to Dalaman on the southern coast went smoothly on Turkish Airlines, and soon we were breathing in the warmer, cleaner air and piling on to a shuttle bus to Fethiye.

Fethiye was going to be our "base camp", and it's a very nice seaside town. Tourism appears to be one of (if not the only) industries there, so there are quite a few taxi drivers and tour arrangers who were quite happy we were in town! Winter is definitely the off-season there, although we had quite nice, warm weather during our stay. We stopped in town for some breakfast before trudging out to our hotel. The new bus station in town where we arrived is quite a ways from downtown, and our hotel was on the extreme other end of town. It was certainly a hike! We were also greeted by an unexpected "Hi, how are you guys doing?" from the only other American tourist in Fethiye during the off-season on our journey.
Villa Daffodil is an old property that has been carefully restored and was quite a relaxing place. I suspect there were maybe 2 or 3 other guests while we were in town so it felt like we had the whole place to ourselves. After settling in and ditching our luggage, we walked back into town for our only sightseeing event of the day. We had lunch on a rooftop terrace overlooking the water before visiting the local tourism office where the rather unhelpful attendant gave us a map and sent us on our way.

Never wanting to miss out on an opportunity to try out some local transportation, we passed up all the car rental offices and waited with some other village folks who were flagging down dolmuses (vans) on the side of the road. We had some trouble finding one headed our way, so eventually we ended up at the minibus station where we were pointed in the direction of the right van. Soon we were on our way to Kayakoy in the hills above Fethiye.

This was when we first encountered the truly touristy nature of the region. Our van passed through what was essentially a ghost town in the off-season of hotels, restaurants, and shops devoted to the tourist trade. They offered "British food service" and other tourist creature comforts. I'm all for visiting resorts and tourist sites, but I was glad to be seeing this in the off-season where we could avoid most of the crowds.

Soon, we were in Kayakoy. Initially a Greek village, it was abandoned when the Turkish folks settled it in favor of a location at the bottom of the hill where the initial stone village was founded. There was an eerie sense to the place as we climbed up the steep hillside to admire all the structures. The church was especially interesting since quite a bit of work had gone into its planning and construction.

As night began to fall and we'd explored some more of the ruins, we took a seat by the side of the road to await our van ride back to town. We grabbed a quick dinner when we returned to Fethiye and went back to Villa Daffodil to watch The Amazing Race on the Slingbox before turning in.

Turkey: Day 4–Hopping over to Asia

Today was our last full day in Istanbul, and since we had lined up many activities the first few days, it felt great to have a day where we could explore a bit with no set agenda. Our first order of business was to locate a coffee shop recommended by the staff at the Ritz, but an hour and a half of searching later had left us sans coffee and ready to try something else. So, we grabbed a quick breakfast down by the waterfront before boarding a ferry for the Asian side of Istanbul.

The ferry ride was very pleasant: about 20 minutes over fairly calm water and then we were technically on another continent! My map did not cover this area, so we set off on foot to navigate to Ciya: a restaurant we had heard good things about. The biggest problem with this plan was that I had left the directions in my bag back at the Ritz. After exploring a big, we ducked into an Internet cafe to get some better directions.

Lunch at Ciya was fantastic and well worth the difficult navigating. They have many different dishes that are being offered on any given day, and you just point to the ones you want to try. We ended choosing way more food than we needed, but it's always nice to give as many things a try as possible. The weather was lovely, so Jon and I took a stroll along the waterfront. Unfortunately, we were witness to an old train station that had caught fire during our walk! It was abandoned, and nobody was hurt, but it was such a beautiful building that it was quite sad to see it being destroyed.

A ferry ride later we were back in Europe checking out the waterfront. We took another walk through the spice market, sampling some cheese and olives before finally settling in to a cafe for some tea. After a while, the power went out (taking with it our Wi-Fi connections), so we went down to the bridge to admire the city at night. Jon grabbed one of the fish sandwiches being sold straight from the fishing boat, and then we grabbed our bags from the Ritz.

Since we had an early flight to catch the next morning, we decided to stay near the airport. So, we grabbed a tram through the old city to an area where you can connect to the subway. There wasn't much planning involved with how one might do this, so it was quite a walk from the tram stop over to the Metro entrance, but we were soon zipping out towards the airport! We got off the stop before the airport terminal which appears to exclusively serve the hotel we were staying in, so it was an easy walk over for some much needed rest.

Turkey: Day 3–Cooking Up a Storm

The main event for the day was our Turkish cooking class, but our first order of business was moving our luggage to our next hotel. Since it was Jon's birthday, we celebrated by staying in the Ritz-Carlton! After that, we took advantage of the city's excellent tram system to head down to the older part of the city. The weather was a bit overcast but certainly nicer than the rain shower we'd experience the previous afternoon, so I enjoyed our walk down the stone streets to Cooking Alaturka.

Our class consisted of 8 people: two of the others there were American, and the rest were from Europe. The teacher was from California, but she has lived in Turkey for 11 years and was quite knowledgeable about the food we would be preparing. Assisting us in the kitchen was a chef (the instructor called him a "kitchen magician") from Southern Turkey who, despite not speaking much English, entertained us all with his dry sense of humor. For example, I was adding some grains to a soup we were making, and he motioned to me as a joke that I should count out 800 grains individually! All of us actively participated in different parts of the preparation, and soon we were ready to eat.

We'd prepared a red lentil soup, an eggplant stuffed with tomatoes and onions, zucchini fritters, vine leaves stuffed with meat and rice, and a semolina-cake dessert. Everything tasted great, although it was quite a large meal.

Full and a bit drowsy, we made our way back to the Ritz and had a little time to relax in the nicely appointed room. Then, we each had a chance to experience a Turkish hamam (bath) offered by the spa at the hotel. It was a very relaxing procedure, but the fact that the practitioner was using a bucket of soapy water and a sponge made me feel a bit like an '84 Buick getting a car wash! Still, it was a great way to enjoy some of our vacation time.

We didn't feel too much like venturing far for dinner, but we did find a nice place to get a pide (pizza) for dinner and enjoy the excitement of the Istikal Caddesi on the weekend.

Turkey: Day 2–Not-So Accidental Tourists

The day started off relatively early as Jon and I, awakened by the 6am call to prayer, enjoyed breakfast at the hotel's top floor restaurant. We finally got our first view of the city in broad daylight and were eager to hit the pavement and start exploring.
In order to get our bearings a bit, we took off on foot. First, we rode the funicular from the top of one of the hills down to the waterfront where we then walked across the city's "new" bridge towards the major tourist attractions. It was still a bit early in the day, so I was free to indulge my tourist impulses to stare wide-eyed at all the amazing architecture and take a few photos of the sprawling city around us. The first stop of the day was the Hagia Sofia: an ancient structure dating back to the Byzantine days and notable for its sheer enormity. The outside is fairly unassuming, but the interior was immense and gorgeous. Some of the ancient artistic works still remain intact, but for the most part visitors are required to use their imagination to determine how things looked back in its heyday.

Just across a courtyard was our next stop: the Blue Mosque. Still in use today, it is decorated with many blue tiles which cast a hue over the entire place. The interior is beautiful enough, but the outside is also decorated with 6 minarets which are also quite a sight! We also decided to check out the ancient cisterns situated underground near the Blue Mosque. Initially, we were hesitant to spend the money on yet another site, but we were rewarded by a fantastic, immense trip below the surface. Our next stop on our crash course in Istanbul's significant sights was Topkapi Palace. Overlooking the water with clear views over to the Asian side of Istanbul, the palace holds many artifacts from ancient times, including ceremonial thrones and jewelry. It is quite a collection!

After lunch, we headed over to the Grand Bazaar. It was nothing like I expected: these days it feels similar to a large shopping mall with clear aisles and many types of shops. Neither Jon nor I are big shoppers, so aside from admiring its sheer size (it is all enclosed), we did not spend too much time there. Our next stop was the spice market where many vendors were selling cheese, olives, and meats in addition to giant barrels of spices. It was quite a sight!

We then went back to the hotel for a little rest after a long day of sightseeing. In the evening, we ventured out for dinner at a small place we found on one of the crowded streets nearby. Exhausted but well versed in the major sights of Istanbul, we called it a night!

Turkey: Day 1 - Another Adventure Begins

"What do you think? It's Turkish!" was the quote that was running through my head as we left our house in Seattle for Istanbul. It's from a scene in the movie Amadeus where a woman solicits opinions on her outlandish headdress. I've always thought of this scene as indicating the foreign, exotic nature that folks have about Turkey, and I was eager to experience it for myself.

So, out the door we went and into the 3 inches of snow that had paralyzed the city of Seattle for several days. Jon and I caught a bus to SeaTac and enjoyed Lufthansa's business class lounge before heading down the gate. Our flight to Frankfurt was great, and we took advantage of the excellent business class service. They served lunch, then we went to sleep and woke up in Germany. A few hours later, we were off on our connection to Istanbul.

We arrived right on schedule and, despite the distance from the airport to the city, decided to pay up for a cab to ease our navigation in this new place. The city was gorgeous at night, dramatically covering several hillsides. Our cab sped through town, crossing under an ancient viaduct that the road now threads through. Our hotel for the evening was located right on a main pedestrian street, so it was a little strange for our cab to dodge the passing walkers and drop us off right at the front door! We put down our bags and headed out to explore the city at night.

Not wanting to wander too far on our first night after a long trip, we just walked up to Taksim Square along the busy Istikal Caddesi and soaked in the ambiance. The street was teeming with folks out enjoying the nice evening, so we strolled along with them and had a decent doner kebap at one of the casual places lining the street. After a while, we were both exhausted and decided to call it a night.

Ecuador: Day 11 – No more shorts and T-shirts

Early in the morning, we said farewell to our hotel and grabbed a cab to the Quito airport. As usual, we were sad to see our vacation coming to an end but grateful for all the amazing experiences we'd had on our trip to Ecuador. We flew to Miami where we went through customs and connected to a flight to Dallas. A nice gate agent in Miami was able to get us on a flight from DFW to Seattle 2 hours earlier than our scheduled flight. That left us with only 30 minutes or so to zip between planes. It was no problem, however, and we were grateful to get back to Seattle 2 hours early. It felt good to be home!

Ecuador: Day 10 – How can it be time to go home already?

Our morning excursion for the day was to Bachas Beach. We were hoping to see some flamingoes feeding on the shrimp there, but none were to be found. Still, it was a beautiful beach to walk along, and we got to see a few sea turtles swimming around the island. When the US was building its military base on nearby Baltra, they would park their barges with supplies near the beach. Because the locals couldn't say the word "barges", the beach got the name "Bachas" instead.

Then it was time to pack up our stuff and head back to shore. For the last time, the Zodiacs drove us to the dock where we boarded a bus to the Baltra airport. We were sad to say goodbye to the Galapagos Explorer II, but we'd always have our fond memories of the time we spent aboard. Jon and I both decided to go back some day and do the other 4-day route that the GEII covers to see the rest of the Galapagos.

We had plenty of time in the tiny airport to chat with our fellow cruise passengers. Many of them were avid travelers and had lots of interesting stories to share about their adventures in other countries, and they were interested to hear about what we'd seen in our travels. Finally, we boarded our plane back to Quito.

Back on the mainland, we caught a taxi back to the Hotel Sebastian. We checked in on what we'd missed in the US over the past few days and then set out for a nice dinner in Plaza Foch. Quito was poised to celebrate with a festival going on that weekend, so we spent a little time wandering around the streets before finally going back to the hotel to rest.