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Sunday, March 1, 2026

UGANDA: LAST DAY IN KAMPALA

 July 26, 2025

Our last day in Uganda was spent on a walking tour in Kampala, the capital city. Let me say up front that it was very hot, that we walked and walked and walked until we were completely worn out, and that our guide was not the best at listening to us and/or discerning our needs. In fact, he ranks among our Top Ten Worst Guides.

That said, we still had a very interesting (in spite of being exhausting) experience in the city that rounded out our other experiences in the rural areas of the country.

Just walking to our first destination was educational. This shop, for example sells fresh flowers packaged to be placed on graves during funerals. I've never seen arrangements quite like these before! 

 

Our first stop was a craft market, and unfortunately I did not take any pictures, but Ella and I both bought several items--woven bracelets, a cloth bag, etc.

Just outside the market there were several artists selling their work. Much of it was too dramatic for me, but then, Uganda is a dramatic country!

I looked for Frida, but I couldn't find her. Uganda is one of the few countries we've traveled in where I didn't see her.

I kinda love this one and wish I'd bought it.

Monday, June 16, 2025

INDIA, DELHI: GURDWARA BANGLA SAHIB SIKH TEMPLE, THE GANDHI MEMORIAL AT RAJ GHAT, AND BACK TO THE INDIRA GANDHI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

 December 23, 2025

We had spent the morning with a new guide on our Food and Faith Tour, and he was okay, but he spoke way too fast and his accent was hard for us to understand. We were very happy to get our first guide, Sajeet, back. He was amazing, in both presentation style and content.

Our first stop was the Gurdwara Bangla Sahib, one of the the largest Sikh temples in Delhi and associated with the eighth (of ten) Sikh Gurus, Guru Har Krishan (not related to Hare Krishnas). This Guru is known for healing many people suffering from cholera (or smallpox, depending on whom you ask) when he stayed in this spot in 1664, a disease that he himself contracted and died from that year.  "Bangla" is derived from the word "bungalow" and refers to the original structure that stood on this site that was owned by a Raja, or prince. Guru Har Krishan stayed at the bungalow during his visit, and sometime thereafter it was converted into a place of worship to honor him. 

As in the Sikh temple we visited earlier in the day, there was a helpful sign listing the basic tenets of Sikhism, along with several other posters that gave additional information.



I think the information on the turban below is especially interesting. I am familiar with groups that require women to cover their hair, and it is nice to see one that requires men to cover their hair!

This particular Gurdwara ("place of worship") is particularly focused on service. For example, they have a medical diagnostic center where patients can get an MRI scan for about 50 rupees, or less than a US dollar. 

However, the most impressive part of the Gurdwara is the Langar, a free community kitchen that provides meals for anyone who needs to eat. By the way, the practice of "Langar" was initiated by Guru Nanak, the founder of Sikhism and the first of the ten Sikh Gurus. He lived from 1469 to 1539 in present-day Pakistan.

Saturday, June 15, 2024

MALTA: DAY 1, THE FORTIFICATIONS, MALTESE NEIGHBORHOODS, AND MORE

 March 18, 2024

We had an uneventful flight from Catania, Sicily, to Valletta, Malta, where we were met at the gate by our fabulous guide, Julia. She has a master's degree in history and a special interest in the Maltese Knights, but she knew a lot about everything and was pretty open in expressing her opinion, which we really liked.

I knew absolutely nothing about Malta before this trip other than that it is an island. I didn't know it was located in the Mediterranean Sea between Italy and Tunisia. I didn't know the official languages are English and Maltese. I've discovered that it covers just 122 square miles and is the tenth-smallest country in the world by area. Its capital, Valletta, is the smallest capital city in the European Union by both area (.24 square miles) and population (about 5,200).

We were ferried around town in a large van with a driver. It was a relief to have so much space after our cramped transportation on Sicily, and nice not to worry about navigating. We started off our late afternoon and evening tour by walking along the 16th-century fortifications on one end of the island in the capital city of Valletta. They were added to over the next three centuries, but most of the original structures remain intact. As you might guess, they (along with the capital city of Valletta, which they protect) are a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

I believe these next few photos are taken from across the harbor, looking at Valletta.



As you can see on the map below, Valletta is located on a rather small peninsula between two harbors, which I imagine leaves it vulnerable to attack:
Map from here

Wednesday, April 12, 2023

JAMAICA: FINAL THOUGHTS

 Post trip, February 2023

We have developed a habit of listing our insights, most memorable experiences, questions, and so on after we return from a trip.  Here is our list for Jamaica:


Jamaica is very big, bigger than it looks on a map, and maybe it seems so big because it takes forever to drive anywhere because the roads are so awful.

The tap water is drinkable, surprising because the infrastructure (for things like roads) is so horrible. 

People are very friendly and usually open to conversation. (Chad is very friendly, which highlighted this for us.)

Jamaica has amazing natural diversity, both flora and fauna. For example, there are at least four types of unique, beautiful hummingbirds, lots of endemic species, many plant varieties that were unfamiliar to us, etc.

For such a relatively small area, the landscape/climate is quite diverse--beaches to mountains.

There are no big predators!

Stray dogs are everywhere, and they all look the same: mid-size, short hair, tan/caramel-colored. They never approached us, but they weren't afraid of us either.

There were a few feral cats, but not nearly as many as dogs.

There are SO many styles of hair--braids in every design, dreads, natural fuzz, shaved, etc.  I think there is more "hair diversity" here than anywhere we've been.

Many of the beautiful landscapes feel inaccessible, including steep mountain roads without turnouts and beautiful beaches on the northern coast with no parking.

The tourism potential here is much bigger than the tourism reality. The all-inclusive resorts dominate and the rest of the country has very little international tourism.

"Tourist atractions," like the botanical gardens or the Greenwood Great House, are at the end of horrible roads or are not adequately marked with signage. Some of the properties are also not very well maintained.

They don't have decent souvenirs. They could do a lot better in this area as well.

In contrast, Bob Marley's house is well-marked, well-maintained, and tourist-friendly. You can definitely tell where the international travelers like to go.

At the the better developed sites, like Dunn's River Falls or Konoko Falls, the system is very inefficient. Nothing is automated. They are 20 years behind in tourist technology.

Restaurants are so slow, even U.S. chains like Pizza Hut and Burger King, and even the nicer hotel restaurants. There is no culture of efficiency. Everything is very laid back.

Outside of tourist areas, and even within them, the standard of living looks pretty low. There are a lot of shacks and a lot of litter.

We did not notice any satellite dishes. Do they have TV? Is it all cable?

There were no diet drinks, and Pepsi reigned over Coke 10 to 1.

KFC and Pizza Hut dominate the U.S. chains.

There is very little public art. We saw only a few murals, not many statues or sculptures, and almost no live music anywhere. That may have been the biggest surprise of all.

The churches were small and non-descript, and were dominated by Anglican and Baptist churches (white and black, respectively), with almost no Catholic churches or other churches.

We never saw any evidence of an LDS presence (missionaries, chapels), although there are 6 wards, 12 branches, and a stake there.

About 99% of the population appears to be of African descent, but the owners of large businesses that we came into contact with (rum distillery, Greenwood Great House, etc.) are white.

We had very knowledgeable tour guides who weren't formally educated for their job.

Well-dressed school children wear clean, pressed uniforms.

The locals don't seem to want to talk about their history of slavery. We can't figure out why. They just seem to largely ignore that part when discussing the cultural and historical past.

To say they love Bob Marley is an understatement.

Some people wore face masks, but not many--about the same as in the U.S.

Compared to Puerto Rico (Jamaica is 1.2x larger but has 280,000 fewer people), Puerto Rico has much better infrastructure: nicer roads, better cared-for sites, better food, better signage, etc.

We felt safe. The locals never felt threatening.  The only time we felt unsafe was on the roads. Jamaicans are crazy drivers and the roads, as noted earlier, are awful.

Almost everywhere we went, "the credit machine was down." Prices were often given in U.S. dollars, so to convert to Jamaican (at whatever rate they wanted) probably cost more than just paying in U.S. currency. We liked having both USD and Jamaican dollars available. We paid for very little on a credit card and almost never could use an American Express card ("Don't leave home without it").

One U.S. dollar = 151 Jamaican dollars. That made conversion from Jamaican to U.S. difficult.  For example, something that cost 25,000 Jamaican dollars would be about $165 U.S.

Friday, August 27, 2021

NEW MEXICO: CUISINE, PECOS NATIONAL HISTORIC PARK, AND FRED HARVEY

 June 29, 2021

The one food I really wanted to eat in New Mexico was a Navajo taco. I remembered eating one on a visit to New Mexico 30 years earlier, and I remembered how amazing it was.

A Yelp search for Navajo tacos led us to Los Amigos in Santa Fe. We ordered two for take out (for a whopping $27!) and ate them in the car. I was so disappointed. They were just American-style tostadas on a piece of not-that-great fry bread. They were also huge and so loaded that we couldn't get to the bottom. We ended up eating about half and tossing the rest. I would have been happier with the giant Coke we saw at the side of the road as we left town.

On our way to Pecos National Historic Park, we passed this mural. I was intrigued enough to take a photo. Turns out it is a painting of Pecos Park itself!

The national park includes thousands of acres, but the main section contains the ruins of Pecos Pueblo, also known as Cicuye, "the village of 500 warriors." The pueblo's first buildings were built around AD 1100, and by about 1450, there were more than 2,000 people living on the site in a five-story building. According to Baltazar de Obregón, Pecos Pueblo "is congregated on a high and narrow hill. . . . It has the greatest and best buildings of these provinces and is most thickly settled. . . . It is enclosed and protected by a wall . . . and by tiers of walkways which look out on the countryside."

The Pecos people were farmers, and the broad valley we saw looks perfect for cultivated crops of the Three Sisters: bans, corn, and squash. The pueblo was strategically located and a major center of trade.

The base of the wall still snakes around what must have been the perimeter of the living quarters.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

SRI LANKA: LAGOON PARADISE BEACH RESORT AND A SNAKE HOUSE (NO WORRIES, THOSE TWO THINGS ARE UNRELATED)

Our last night in Sri Lanka was spent in the Lagoon Paradise Beach Resort in Tangalle, Sri Lanka. Again, it was in a spectacularly beautiful setting. Our room was enormous and had very high ceilings. 

The bathroom was almost comically large. It was bigger than our master bedroom at home--but almost empty. There was a toilet:

. . . a sink attached to the wall, and an open shower:
There was a lot of empty space. Seriously, you could move about six pieces of gym equipment in here and add a big screen TV, and it would make the perfect workout room.

We made our way across a bridge to the restaurant:


. . . where we ate dinner at a table in the sand on the beach. The only light was a candle, and we were serenaded by the irregular beat of waves against the shore. What the place offered in atmosphere, however, it totally lacked in food quality. To say our dinner of giant prawns and shrimp cocktail was mediocre is kind. Our breakfast the following morning was equally mediocre:

Friday, April 5, 2019

SRI LANKA: SIGIRIYA ROCK

Day #2 in Sri Lanka was even more exhausting (but just as exciting) as Day #1.  Remember that we had arrived at the Colombo Airport at 5:30 AM after 30+ hours of travel, then spent most of that first day driving and walking around Anuradhapura. When we got back to our hotel, we were totally drained. Maybe that's why we couldn't figure out how to turn out all the lights in our room without also turning off the AC. (We had one of those set-ups where you put your key in a slot to turn on the electricity in the room.) It was far too hot to sleep without AC, so we chose the lesser of two evils and left the lights on all night. Luckily, we had our eye masks from our flight, but even with that relative darkness and our complete exhaustion, we had a very fitful night of sleep.

We had arranged to meet Sanjay at 6:00 AM, and we were wide awake when our alarm went off at 5:00 AM. (We hadn't showered in almost three days and needed a little extra time to get ready.) The hotel had packed a breakfast for us of meat and cheese sandwiches and fruit, but I was feeling a little sick to my stomach (heat exhaustion? crazy traffic? something else?) and didn't really eat any of the breakfast.

At 7:30 AM we were in line to buy tickets to climb Sigiriya, or Lion Rock, our second UNESCO World Heritage Site in two days. 

Bob had left his hat at one of the stupas in Anuradhapura on the previous day, and all I had brought was a baseball cap, so when we saw vendors selling these coconut leaf hats, we bought two, forgetting that we were in a place where we were expected to bargain. I'm sure we made the seller's day.

The area around the ticket office was cool and quiet:

We just laughed at this sign. What could monkeys do to us?

Well, while the monkeys might not get us, this mountain might. We had NO IDEA what we were in for--a tortuously long and hot ascent to the top of this rock along with thousands of other pilgrims. How bad can 650 feet of vertical climb BE?

Um, pretty bad. Especially after three days with no sleep, a morning with no breakfast, and intense heat and humidity.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

ST. KITTS: BRIMSTONE HILL FORTRESS NATIONAL PARK

As St. Kitts is approximately 18 miles long and about 5 miles wide, the loop to drive around the island should be approximately 46 miles, but given the very narrow, winding condition of the road, the drive is longer and much, much slower than that:

The last place we visited and our turn-around point as we made our way clockwise around the island from our starting point at Basseterre was Brimstone Hill, marked by the red balloon on the map below with our route marked by the purple line. It would have been fun to complete the circuit, but that will have to wait for another visit.

Before going to Brimstone Hill, however, we had to find some lunch. We were looking forward to a quaint, St. Kittsian place serving distinct local food, but it was not to be. We stopped in Sandy Point Town just beyond the turnoff to Brimstone Hill. With a population just over 3,100, it is the second largest town on St. Kitts, which tells you something, doesn't it?

Anyway, perhaps we were not patient enough in our search.  We could not find anywhere to eat that had a local flavor, so we ended up at a place called "King Snack" that turned out to be a Chinese fast food joint. It didn't look particularly promising, but our only other option seemed to be convenience store food.

I had garlic shrimp, and it was actually pretty good--lots of shrimp, crunchy broccoli, and plenty of brown rice.

Bob had fish chop suey, which had large chunks of fish and lots of vegetables, but was a little too fried and crunchy for me:

We added the Caribbean flavor we were seeking by dowsing the food in West Indian Hot Flambeau Sauce, and then washed it all down with grapefruit Schweppes.  It was as very international lunch.

Our tummies full, we were ready for our next adventure.

Brimstone Hill Fortress, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is at the end of a very steep, narrow, winding road. This sign on one of the hairpin turns reminded me of the song "I've Been Working on the Railroad." ("Dinah won't you blow your hor-or-orn!"):