Trippin' out

in Your Top 3 Contest4 years ago (edited)


In the last five or so months I've ventured no further than the top of the Road to Nowhere. That was two weekends ago when we braved the cold and took a drive to see winter's last farewell (we hope).

The snow on the Sonderend (without end) Mountains behind McGregor (August 2020)

Having spent a large proportion of my working life on aeroplanes and living out of suitcases, travelling doesn't have the allure it used to. I always said that I loved the work but I hated the travel. It is such a schlepp.

Travel to work


Granted, the majority of my travel has been in and around South Africa. When I began doing that, more years ago than I can remember, it was easy. When I lived in the Eastern Cape, I worked with a team that would regularly meet in Johannesburg. It meant a pre-dawn departure and a 200km trip, driving into the blinding sunrise, to get on a plane. On one occasion, I remember driving into the East London airport only to hear -

Will passenger Cameron delaying flight XYZ to Johannesburg....
I kid you not. I parked under the nearest high mast light, leapt out of the car, grabbed my bag and hared throught departures-cum-arrivals hall, and on to the plane. In those days there was virtually no security; it was all of 500m from the parking lot to the plane.

Phew! Then:

Oh my word! #$#$%&*
Or words to that effect: I could not for the life of me, remember whether I'd locked the car...well, there wasn't much I could do, mid-air and without a parachute mobile phone - they didn't exist, in South Africa in 1993. Let's just say, all's well that ended well.

Heading East

Business has also meant that I have been privileged to do a little international travel - in Africa and beyond. My first international business trip was to Japan. The company in which I had invested (another story) was on the South African Pavillion for Foodex, an annual international trade show in the Convention Centre in Chiba - about an hour's bus ride from Narita Airport and south east of Tokyo. It was memorable for a whole lot of reasons, some of which, like most business trips, stay on the trip...

There were two particularly fabulous things about being part of the South African pavillion. The first was wine: who can afford wine on the Yen? Then. Let alone now? Every day, the guys and gals touting the world's best South Africa's wine, not only allowed us to taste, but gave us samples... Secondly, we were hosted by the local embassy, so we met some really amazing Japanese people. One young man on the team lived in Chiba, and not far from the convention centre. There is nothing better than recommendations from a real local.

Three meals


There are three meals of which I have very distinct memories: the first was on arrival at the hotel after having travelled for a million hours two days. My brain had stayed in Cape Town. The hotel restaurant reluctantly admitted my colleague and I - it was 10pm local time. We looked at the menu, chose what we could understand - a hamburger - and ordered a glass of wine each. Burger it might have been, but it was cooked-to-death rubber and tasted nothing like beef; in my memory, I can still taste it. So bad it was, that I now always think twice before having a burger. The wafer thin, solitary patty was accompanied by a very sad, equally solitary slice of icy cold tomato. That. Is. All.

The bill for the two of us came to ZAR 750 - and that was in 2001.

The second was at a place, some walk away from our hotel. On the way, because I was not watching where I was walking and talking too much, I rolled my ankle and fell in the gutter. Ahem... That's not the point though: my colleague, when we returned to the hotel, realised she'd left her handbag behind. Contents included her passport, air ticket and sundry other really important things. So, about turn, on twisted ankle, we hot-fotted it back to the restaurant....this time, without falling in the gutter or enjoying another really good meal. The Husband (who wasn't even a fiancé at the time) received a very tearful, sore phone call from Chiba some hours later....

The third meal was our last evening in Japan, and we prevailed on said young man. He had done an internship at Costco somewhere in the US, and went out of his way to accommodate a bunch of brash South Africans. His recommendation was akin to "the local" and at the train station. He was brave, hosting a bunch of rowdy (and subsequently very inebriated) South Africans. Or perhaps not: his bravery was considerably bolstered by prodigious quantities of Saki - in which we all indulged.

Traditionally, Saki is served in overflowing glasses that swim in red, lacquer boxes. No saki goes to waste: the box is specifically designed to allow the patron to pour the spillage into the glass and drink it. We sat at the bar, watched the chefs prepare our meals and took menu advice from our host. I had always enjoyed Japanese food. That sushi was unforgettable. The other details of the evening are deliberately sketchy...


This was the last evening in Japan. I cannot remember the name of this fellow South African outside the place where we ate. The photograph survives. I have no idea why.

A bridge and an invitation


I would love to go back to Japan. Not just to Tokyo which was fascinating - I remember sitting on a bus, in awe, in peak hour traffic on Tokyo bridge, perched high above the water. We were heading to the official reception at the Ambassador Plenipotentiary's residence. Then, because there was no bus access, we had to walk along the narrow, windy streets to his residence. I was fascinated.

As I was with our flying visit to the Ginza, on the red line from Chiba, via Tokyo station.

Then our chief liaison at the embassy - Yamamoto San - extended an invitation to his family Shinto Temple on our next visit. I was honoured.

It was a fleeting, busy trip, but enough to leave indelible memories and a yen to return. To explore more than just Tokyo and Mount Fuji which I could spy, on a clear day, from the sky high window of my tiny hotel room.


(l) The Ginza shopping district - we had supper there, so I remember it like this; (r) Tokyo bridge - the view over the water to Tokyo at sunset: spectaclular. Source

Heading West


For a number of years I was the in-country representative for the Education Faculty of an Australian university. My colleauges and I travelled all over South Africa and to Lesotho and Botswana. Because it was a collegial relationship and my role included consulting on matters South African, I had the privilege of co-writing and presenting a paper at a conference in the Big Apple. It was post 9-11 so travelling had become considerably more painful laborious. That pain was signifcantly relieved by a couple of things: the conference was in one of the landmark hotels on Manhattan Island, the Rooseveld, on Maddison Avenue. It's a stone's throw from Grand Central, Central Park and Grand Central Station. Because it was late January and still freezing cold, the latter became a regular coffee-cum-escape from the hotel.

Famous school pal


Oh, and while I think about it, NYC is home to a now famous South African and "girl" a couple of years ahead of me at school: Amra-Faye Wright who has played Velma Kelly, on Broadway (and in Japan and South Africa) more years that anyone.

Amra, on a building in Times Square, and whom I remember in school musicals and particularly, Paint Your Wagon in 1980. Source

It was quite something seeing pictures of Amra and her long, lithe legs on buses, in the conourse of Grand Central Station, on the side of buildings and virtually everywhere I went in New York.


New York City - had I visited thirty years ago, I'd have stayed. Forever. Source 1 and 2.

Morning call


The Rooseveld is beautiful and harks back to a bygone and gracious age. I do mean gracious - including the staff. One morning, I'd arranged with a colleague to skip the first session and visit the Empire State Building. In our defence, the plenary speaker was a South African whom we knew, and who approved of our plan:

You've heard it all before....
That morning, I came down in the elevator, and into the lobby (you see, I can speak American, too...in South Africa, that would be the lift and the foyer). I'd been awake for hours (again, my brain was still in South Africa), watching TV and hearing how a vehicle transporting broiler chickens had jacknifed on an overpass, wreaking havoc on the traffic. I was fascinated by the politics: it was in the run up to Obama's nomination as presidential candidate. The lobby was desserted. No sign of D. Ahem... best I check the time.
Ma'am, it's 6.30 am...

D and I doing the mandatory green screen thing after visiting the viewing deck...

All my photos of that New York trip went the way of a computer crash. I lament them all: of the Statue of Liberty; Ground Zero which made an enormous impression on me; the Water Taxi on the Hudson - all four of us bundled up against the cold and wet. Especially the ones I took from the top of the Empire State Building: I was am terrified of heights. I was determined to have a bird's eye view: I stuck my arm and camera through the mesh. Pointed and clicked looking the other way, praying that the camera and I survived to tell the tale.

Memorable meals


A memorable meal? There were a few - in the hotel for the conference - every meal seemed to be some sort of chicken and asparagus. The asparagus, so crisp that one was in danger of causing serious bodily harm to fellow diners as it speared its way off one's plate, across the table. I didn't eat chicken for at least a month after getting home.

On our last evening, D's husband had arrive to join her. He insisted on hosting us at, what were were told, was a fancy, famous NYC steak house; I know I had steak. I know it was excellent, but more than that, well, let's just say, it was a long time ago. Also on that trip, I ate burritos for the first time - a little Mexican eatery geared for blue collar workers - near the Statten Island Ferry. Later that same day we ate another meal, just off Times Square, forever immortalised in this post.

To the Med


My first international trip was as a solo traveller. to Spain and, specifically to Mallorca. It cemented my forever love of things Mediterranean, and is also memorable because it was at a time in my life when things were changing. In more ways than I'd ever have imagined. Funny how many of the photos were of pathways and passages.

Valdemossa, Mallorca, 1999

Continuing the memorable meal theme, I did eat paella: I wanted to buy some traditional ceramics and took a bus to Fellanitx. Not being a morning person, I arrived around 1pm: siesta. The plaza was desserted, but there were a few open doors. Inside, there were a few smoking men, gathered around a counter, inhospitably (to me) chewing the fat. I randomly chose a table under a tree, and when someone evenutally emerged, I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu: vegetable paella, with cafe con leche e aqa. That lunch set the bar by which I have measured paella ever since - whether or not it is seafood.

In Africa


South Africa and Africa are beautiful. I've been fortunate to visit Swaziland, Botswana and Lesotho. I'd love to visit all three again. One of the many countries I'd most like to visit is Zimbabwe - the land of which The Husband speaks so fondly, and where he grew up and spent much of his young adult life. Then there's Zanzibar, of which my parents spoke with yearning but never visited - even though they met, married and lived in Kampala; they both said that East Africa was exquisite. So, along with these, I'd give my eye teeth to go to Ethiopia. And Sudan. That part of the world holds an indescribable fascination: probably because, of the mix of cultures, religions, fascinating cuisine and long, deep history - into prehistory...

In our backyard


Even closer to home - and more realistically, we have a couple of favourite spots. In our province, a road trip up the West Coast to see the spring flowers would be in order. The Husband took me on such a trip - for tea and scones - not long after we met: I was in a bad space. My mother had not long died and my father was dying. It was a special and happy day, even though we saw no flowers because the weather was foul. The tea room had disappeared, much to The Husband's chagrin. On he drove, exploring, and we ended up in Paternoster where we had a meal neither of us shall ever forget, and at a spot we still frequent. Our last trip was a flying visit.

We walked on that beach the first time we visited Paternoster, watching a Cape Storm approach. Through which we subsequently drove home.

Our honeymoon spot


We love the Garden Route and spent our honeymoon in Sedgefield - nineteen years ago this month. It's been a while since we headed out that way. We'd go tomorrow...

The mouth to the estuary at Sedgefield on the Garden Route

Too places, too many reasons


As usual, I'm hard pressed to draw a line in the sand (ha!). I've already mentioned some trips I'd love to take. There are more: I'd love to go whence my forbears come, and to where there are people I'd love to see (again) and/or meet. I'd love to visit the city of my birth: Oxford. It's also my mother's home town. Of course, I'd love to go to Glasgow where my father and The Husband were both born. Then there's the Chelsea Flower Show at Kew Gardens in London, where my father trained. Then there's Liverpool where the son-from-another-mother's mother lives. Oh, and, well, there's always more, isn't there? India, Bali, Australia...Mexico...

My dream


My passion for food, flavours and cooking are no secret. Nor is my enjoyment of Mediterranean cuisine. The Husband will tell you I've equally made no secret of my long-held dream of a circumnavigation of the Mediterranean: from Gibralter to Gibralter. In each country, I'd love to explore the cuisine - what makes each country's food separate and unique and then, what connects it - other than a large body of water. Perhaps one day...

Q

Top three?


I'm sure you've guessed by now that inspiration has come partly from Covid cabin fever, and partly from the Top 3 team's topic for September.

In choosing three destinations, I am guided by Q's qualification: favourite.

a thing that someone likes best or enjoys most

Using that as a guide, and considering the restrictions, if I were to trip out, today, my favourite local destinations would be Sedgefield and Paternoster, followed by Cape Town.

My dream of the Med remains, and added to that now, the hope of international travel. If When crypto - specifically Hive - moons, I dream, one day, of breaking bread more than just virtually, with my very international circle of blogpals.


You have all helped, in so many ways, to brighten my days during this very dark time for the world.

Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa


Photo: Selma

 

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I don't believe I knew you had been to New York! Or perhaps I did, but it's a nice reminder and fun to catch a small glimpse of the trip. Such a shame the pictures didn't make it. I still have some photos framed from a visit I took with my sisters into the city when we were up visiting my grandmother in NJ. Though I think I've shared my most memorable NYC visit was to Ellis Island for a field trip as a child and seeing my great-grandfather's signature when he came off the boat from Copenhagen.

Spain is one that is high on my list, though I think I'd be happy with anything in the Mediterranean region. One of my clients has always been a frequent visitor. He actually just barely made it back from a trip before they closed the borders when Covid first ramped up!

But oh you do have so many places in your own backyard that look fantastic to me. Africa was never really on my radar until I "met" some of you fine folk and began to appreciate all the diversity of what you can find there. I am sure a visit would not disappoint. As your posts for the contest never disappoint, either. ;)

You know, the photos and the camera did make it back from New York. Some even made their way on to my business website. The thing is, now, with everything digital, no hard copies, so when the computer crashed and I'd been given wrong advice as to where the Kodak photos were stored, they, and a whole lot of others disappeared. It's one of the reasons I became more active on Facebook - at least my memories would be in the cloud. I also resoved to set the bar for that "friendship circle" quite high. Actually, there's so much more in the US I'd love to see: I follow someone on IG who is also in Georgia - she restores houses. Oh. My. Word. And another who preserves - in Minesota. And, with my fondness for jazz, New Orleans...autumng in NH, cherry blossom in DC and, of course Yosemite and the Grand Canyon...

That trip to Ellis Island will be one you'll never forget. It would be interesting to go again - as an adult. On trip I'd like to make, here, is to Robben Island and to Nelson Mandela's cell...one day...I'm not sure the Island is open again.

Spain, well, as I keep on saying: I'd go back. Tomorrow. It's where Son-from-another-mother has spent his summer (well, Malaga and Ibiza). Now he's on his way to Zanzibar. He can't come here - we're not open yet. 🤐

Interesting and lovely how this crypto-blogging journey is widening our horizons... 😀

That is one thing that social media is good for--it can be a repository for digital photos, haha. I actually have started using my IG feed to look back at photos I enjoyed because I still have so many extra photos of all my food that I've been lazy about deleting so it makes it tough to sift through. At least I know if they were worthy enough to share on social media, they're worth putting in a post or using again! On the flipside, I do still like having some photos in hard copy form. Even if they aren't in frames, there's something about having a physical copy that just makes me nostalgic.

Oh gosh, I'd love to hit DC for the cherry blossoms, too. And still haven't explored the Grand Canyon or any of those truly amazing national parks out in that part of the country. We do indeed have plenty to explore in our own backyards!

Hey, it’s Q here - the mascot of the Your Top 3 Contest - just swinging by to say thanks for these awesome suggestions for our contest this month! I've given you an upvote and logged your nominations, ready for the dpoll - keep an eye on my blog for the dpoll post!

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It's another Fiona special and you didn't disappoint! What a journey! I think @cheese4ead gave you a run for your money this month haha!

I could not for the life of me, remember whether I'd locked the car

A regular occurrence for me! Hate that feeling of dread, it's not something you get used to!

Japan sounds like it was an interesting "trip" for you! I can't imagine you being ineb... I'll stop there 🤐 I've not been to Tokyo though, despite hearing a lot of cool things about it from yours and others experiences so going to have to correct that when we can all get back in the air again!

New York, another part of USA I've not been to but it looks like it treated you well! So many grand buildings and that's pretty surreal that someone in your school was plastered all over the buildings there haha!

You could spend forever taking pictures of alleyways in Mallorca or indeed any of the European countries with such impressive architecture!

And you have some great "local" places to visit that have so many memories, a bit like me with Cornwall. You can go to all these various places around the world but there'll always be something close to your heart at "home"!

Good luck in the contest but I think we're all winners this month with a travel topic from Q!

First time here in your place. Well, you traveled a LOT.

Thanks so much for stopping by! I'd love to do more travelling, but we shall see...

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Lots of great traveling in this one, Fiona.

I've never been to NY! I have one failed attempt to go there on new year 94 but our flight was cancelled because LaGuardia airport runway was frozen. Very cool about your buddy in Chicago. It's a great show, we saw it on the West End.

Japan is well and truly on my list. I've always wanted to go. It kind of represents, in my head, the culture furthest from ours. Everything will be totally different. Tokyo looks mental and a lot of exploration, learning and fun.

I love your loyalty to SA and it certainly doesn't look misplaced. The pictures look awesome. I would definitely love to bring my bike over a try out some of the routes and events.

Good luck

Gaz

Thanks, Gaz. Do add South Africa to your list - bike or no bike - we do have a diverse country. And if you do decide, and you are in the area...well...you know where to find me!

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