Ohrid,Macedonia: A crazy history!

Full of promise

A heavy complimentary breakfast at Tirana has prepared us for a 2 1/2 hour journey to Ohrid, North Macedonia. I'm a little excited about Macedonia because of its association with Alexander the great. 

The winding, undulating route keeps my eyes peeled on the stunning landscape dotted with villages, interspersed with furrows of flowering plants, vegetables, and the conical haystacks topped with a knot.  We are surrounded by mountains cradling villages in its folds. Most of the way a river rushes along our side, pouring over weirs. And then there are tall bridges straddling hills. They support old railway tracks. Plus there are tunnels. 

Unpretentious mosques stand out simply because of their minarets.  Along the way we stop for a toilet break. We are surrounded by flowers..

Border checkpoint with a ‘tip’

Our tour leader has warned us that a 2 to 3 hour addition to our journey might be inevitable. It depends on the number of vehicles at the crossing. Sometimes officers would require that every bus passenger alight and meet an officer face to face. At other times the passports are collected by the driver who then passes them on to the officer. God forbid that an Albanian bus is ahead of us. It gets a thorough check which may take up to an hour for each bus.

We are lucky. Our driver hands over some bottled water to the concerned person and we are off in about 30 mins. 

Well fed lake extraordinaire 

Almost within an hour we are in Ohrid, the lake for which it is named and of which we have had tantalizing blue glimpses along our route. The lake shimmering in the heat has more than meets the eye with respect to nature and  culture. 

It shares the shoreline with Albania, its neighbouring country, on whose side is the town called Progdac. Over there are the springs of Drilon, one of the sources that feed the lake.  Modest tributaries fill it in from the north. Hear this! It is mainly fed by underground streams in the east which trickle through from  Lake Prespa 10 km away and at a higher altitude. 

We are not done yet! The water at the surface of Lake Ohrid moves mostly in a counter-clockwise direction along the shore. Why? The force of the  wind and the rotation of the Earth.

Here's more. It is one of Europe's deepest and oldest lakes, with a unique aquatic ecosystem, with more than 200 endemic species.

Unearthing the city on the slopes

Our local guide tells us that our tour of the old quarters begins with some gradual steps and slightly steeper slopes nearer the top. We brace ourselves for the hike. As we step into the old world we are confronted by a well preserved massive stone tower at Lower Gate. It is part of Samuel's Fortress. We step onto an iron grid over a cellar like depression. Apparently, in ancient and medieval times, before visitors could enter the gates they had to ‘ditch’ all they were carrying into the trench, to be reprieved later. Reason: to prevent contamination and to protect denizens from spreadable diseases. The entrants were also quarantined. 

It is easy to get lost in the labyrinthine alleys, charming narrow cobblestoned or flagstone streets lined with cafes, artisan shops (including a workshop that taught old fashioned paper making), stone walls, tiled roofs, etc. 

It gets a little steeper as we ascend. History has it that when the Turks came to Ohrid, they restricted the town’s Christian population to the walled area which enclosed the steep slopes of the city. That is why  parts of the town feel a little claustrophobic, with tall houses towering over narrow alleyways, throwing shadows.

It is also the reason why all the churches are found in this part of town.  

Architectural elements

We walk by  the Robev Family House, built in the 1900s, a significant example of a traditional Ottoman Turkish house and therefore an architecturally important cultural monument. It is now an Archaeological Museum, 

Blame it on constraints

Looking above in the narrow streets we see distinctive Ohrid architecture.  Each upper storey protrudes over the lower to add to the living area as the family expands  over the generations. The bottom floor is stone while the upper floors are constructed of wood. Wall niches and wood carved ornaments decorate the ceilings. 

Strict rebuilding codes

Do you want to own a house here? You are bound by law to adhere to traditional styles, and use appropriate material consistent with the historical context. Most importantly if renovation uncovers artefacts you may not be allowed to build over it!

‘Jerusalem of the Balkans’: spiritual hub

As we climb further we see crosses over the rooftops of small humble buildings. We pass by the Church of the Virgin Mary, which is one of the 365 ( one a day for the whole year)mostly tiny churches said to be in the town. Ohrid was after all a spiritual hub in the Macedonian region. Nobody's counting now.

Similar to Hagia Sophia in Istanbul

We do stop at the Church of Saint Sophia which has an old world charm. Built in the 9th century it is of Byzantine architecture with frescoes when it served as a Cathedral. Later it was transformed into a mosque. The frescoes were covered with lime. After World War 2, restoration uncovered the frescoes that are regarded as the finest examples of medieval art in the Balkans.

Hellenic: even more ancient.

We are almost at the top of the hill. From the base of a steep incline we catch sight of an amphitheatre surrounded by two hills. This was discovered when the land was to be used for building homes. Excavation for the foundation revealed parts of the theatre. Thanks to the strict rules no buildings were allowed over it. Instead the whole theater was excavated. Probably built around the 2nd century the theatre includes a stage in the middle. The acoustics would have been fantastic since the stage was protected from the winds by the two hills. The theater had also been used for gladiator flights.

Buried for a grisly reason

The theatre was where the Romans  executed the Christians. Naturally the site was highly disliked by the local residents.  Subsequently it was abandoned and buried.

Panting up to a breathtaking view

The gravel road along the theatre leads to stairs above which is a newer residential area. In the distance, just above the rows of houses is a hill that flies a huge flag. This marks Samuel's Fortress.  We are too limp to climb up even further for the fantastic views of the lake and the Church of Saint John at Kaneo, a picturesque gem perched on a cliff overlooking the azure waters of Lake Ohrid. Dating back to the 13th century, this small yet magnificent church is famed for its remarkable frescoes.  

There are pearls and then there are pearls!

I've heard of and seen Japanese pearls, Hyderabad pearls, cultured pearls, black pearls and pink pearls. Add another to the list: the Ohrid pearl which is not at all like a regular pearl. These are made from balls of powdered shells. Then they are covered layers of an emulsion made of fish( only found in ohrid) scales. The emulsion creates the rich colours and the shine. The exact process is a secret known only to two people.

This is a Bazaar?

All that is left for us to do is to explore the bazaar, more accurately a street paved with cobblestones and bits of marble lined with souvenir shops, especially for Ohrid's unique pearls. We think it is better to have some cash on hand especially if we found a bargain. We have been told that neither the USD nor the Euro will be accepted here. Most shops do not have the means to process credit cards. And this is true of most of the Balkan countries. A cheerful man at a booth does the exchange to Macedonian Denar over the counter in a matter of mins.

The elegant pearls stand out.they are e timing. I walk in and out of several,  find a few I like. But the price tags, even if they are reasonable, prevent me from buying any from the practical aspect.

‘Enlightenment’

We decide to go for ice cream in a cup for it is a scorching day and our dinner is an hour away. We find a tree just in front of the mosque and sit in its shade. Turkish ice cream is heavenly. The mosque with a prominent dome, elegant minarets, intricate carvings, and vibrant mosaics within and without is none other than the historic Ali Pasha Mosque. Besides  being considered the largest mosque in Ohrid it is also  a significant religious monument signifying the period of Ottoman rule. 

And.. we are sitting under a 900 year old plane tree also called the cinar tree.

Grilled trout

We meet members of our group at a lakeside restaurant at the stipulated time. Our dinner is fantastic except for the dessert which looked like a cheese cake which had more cake than cheese. The grilled trout served with a squeeze of lemon, roasted potatoes and fresh vegetables helped csp the day very well indeed. 

A panorama

Our hotel for the night is in a quiet part of town about 20 mins away from the old town. The rooms are not great but it is on the shores of the lake. The clear waters, the waves creating plumes across the rocks. Ohrid neatly tucked away on the hills far away made for a beautiful setting. I was able to catch the vibrant sun set against the hills in the distance.

Before an excellent breakfast the next day we decide to explore the vicinity. To our delight we found a park with a broad route for joggers and cyclists. The lone cypress tree at the hotel stood like a sentinel. The previous day we had walked in the central park, filled with rose bushes and shade trees, along the shores 

Trivia

The town is a UNESCO World Heritage due to its exceptional cultural and natural significance. 

This fortress used to be the capital of the First Bulgarian Empire back in the 11th century. Yes, Bulgarian. Leave it to the locals to fight it out.

North Macedonia was part of Yugoslavia and only got its independence in the early 90s.

Russian script on the signboards! No, no, says the Macedonian. It was Bulgarian before it became Russian!

Transformation and progress :Tirana, Albania

Dubai Airport intimidates

Our flight to Tirana included a 3 hour transit in Dubai. Little did we know that those 3 hours would be tense. The Airport has 3 terminals. We arrive at Terminal 1 through an aerobridge.  Our tour leader warns us that it could take us a good portion of our transit time to make our way to our next departure terminal, Terminal 2, which is on the opposite side of the airport. For transiting passengers a shuttle service runs between the terminals. We have to keep checking that none of our group is missing. There is literally no time to see what the airport has to offer. We wait together with our boarding passes for our next flight which are checked before we can board the airport bus to shuttle us. Two of our members have to answer nature's call and so the tour leader stays back to shepherd them after giving us clear instructions as to where to wait for him. Our transport drives along the fringes of the airport for what seems like ages. Terminal 2 is like a bus station. By the time we find seats it's already time to board. There's such a long queue that some of us approach the staff and, citing our age, ask if we could skip the line. They were condescending. What do we skip the line for? Only to enter a holding area where the ‘gatekeeper’ wants to be sure we are bound for Tirana. A bus comes by. We board as quickly as we can without pushing and shoving. Standing room! Luckily the ride is not too long. Small consolation that the gangway to our smaller aircraft is a ramp with non-slip slats at intervals which means rollered hand luggage can be wheeled in without the huff and puff.

Frenzy at the carousel

We have also been advised not to sleep during the 6 hr flight for we will be landing in time for lunch, after which we will have a guided tour.

After the 16 hour travel with the tiresome transit in Dubai, fellow group members are quite exhausted by the frenzy at the baggage carousel in Tirana. All our bags come in quite late. Besides, anybody could have walked out with our bags with so many passengers crowding around the various carousels and flitting between them.  

Peripheral Vision: did anybody else notice?

When in a group tour there are so many instructions to follow and to keep track of the ‘flag’ that appreciating the surroundings takes a back seat. Thank goodness for peripheral vision that the facade of the airport caught my eye. The facade covers an entire building. If I had not looked closer I would have dismissed it as a poor replica of the bird's nest stadium at the China Olympics. But this is even more intricate employing Balkan motifs, proudly highlighting local culture. It's impressive.

Lots of questions

I'm sitting on the right side of the tour bus with a blocked view but my eyes are all agog. That's when I get a glimpse of a dreary stooped figure aloft a high pedestal. Mother Teresa?  

We are driven to a modern part of the city and dropped close to a  huge new building that has majestic minarets and domes. It resembles the Hagia Sophia of Istanbul, Turkey. It looks majestic and very new. 

We walk towards a restaurant for lunch. It's Chinese food prepared by an Albanese chef. We have Muslim women in our group. Our tour leader ensures their Halal needs are met. We are in the Balkans but our first meal there is 4 course Chinese. Perhaps to acclimatise our digestive system?

Dodging the heat

Our local tour guide, a tall slender female, joins us. We drive to the city centre. Our tour is estimated to take from 45 mins to an hour. DrInk, feeling sleepy, decides to take a rest in the gardens nearby while the rest of us follow our guide walking along beautiful boulevards and tree-lined avenues. It is a very hot day . Our guide has been advised to keep us in the shade as much as possible.   

Black and white facts on red and black

She leads us to Skanderbeg Square named after a military leader who led a rebellion against the Ottoman Empire. He is said to have called himself "Lord of Albania". Nearby is a huge blood crimson flag with a black double headed eagle motif in the centre. It depicts the turbulent history of Albania through  various reigns, from the Roman to Ottoman to socialism,  communism and then democracy. Red signifies strength, courage and sacrifice, while the eagle represents the Roman origins of Albania.

We are standing in a vast beautifully tiled space surrounded by significant buildings. Closest to us is the Palace of Culture ( the old Bazaar was razed to build this during communist times). It is occupied by the National Library of Albania as well as the National Theatre of Opera and Ballet.  Across from it is the national History Museum which includes a pavilion for Mother Teresa.

Expect the unexpected

Next to us stands a unique colourful mosque: Et'hem Bey Mosque. Frescoes appear both in the interior and exterior. What makes them different from generic mosques are themes that are rarely found in Islamic art as well as vibrant colours.. 

Adjacent to it is the heritage clock tower of the Ottoman Era. It has a square base and is topped by a belfry resembling those of churches. In the background is the "Book Building" whose name is derived from the facade that looks like a very large tome with the concave cuts at the page edges to mark chapters or sections.

A few feet away stands a huge structure, a skeleton of a twisted shell. The square is getting ready for an Expo.

Auditory draw

 As we walk towards more government buildings we are surrounded by a recording played from a speaker beside a bunker. This is Bunker Art 2. It seems we are hearing the names of the political prisoners of the communist rule.  The dome shaped entrance has its walls covered with their pictures. According to our guide the bunker consists of 24 rooms and one apartment to be used by the minister of the interior. It also has a large meeting hall that is now used to display exhibits, as well as surveillance and interrogation rooms. 

Paranoia 

The minister is said to have built more than 150,000 bunkers throughout the country. His fear of invasion from the United States and the Soviet Union caused him to have these bunkers built throughout his rule. 

Traces of various civilisations.

The mosque and the tower are unmistakably Ottoman. The several governmental  buildings in the vicinity show different architectural styles:Roman, Byzantine, Communist, Italian and modern. The building whose walls are adorned with pink tiles stands out.. The Orthodox church is visible in the distance. 

A cage for visiting dignitaries

The former Hotel Dajti, with broad red carpeted steps leading up to its entrance  is rather deceptive. The suspicion begins with its stark structure.. It was the primary center for international visitors and diplomats during Albania's socialist period; the guest rooms were bugged with microphones, and there was a sub-basement floor for listening staff.

Taiwan in Tirana

Opposite this building is Rina Park which the locals affectionately call their Taiwan. It was built by the family that had visited Taiwan and decided to imitate it in a pavilion surrounded by restaurants. The Park itself is a welcome cool, green area in the centre of a bustling city.

In the clouds but also rooted in reality

Colorful Installation art in the form of human figures made out of rectangular dowels line the bridge we cross next. This leads us to the art gallery in front of which stands a structure made out of metal and plastics. It's like playground equipment, only larger in scale. You can sit under it or climb all over!It is none other than THE CLOUD! made  by a Japanese architect for Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, in London. Later it was moved to Tiranaa. It is used for cultural events. 

Far behind it is the rebuilt castle which is not in our itinerary. Neither is the Orthodox Church.

Memorial or Mausoleum?: towards progress

Before us stands a huge white pyramid. Sixteen stairs, with nearly 300 steps each, all around the pyramid lead up to the top with a 360-degree view of the city. Oiginally a museum about the legacy of the long-time leader of Communist Albania. His daughter  co-designed it. When the regime collapsed it  ceased to be a museum and was then repurposed. Now it is an IT centre for youth.

The disappearance

We have now finished our tour and so wait in a shady spot till the  us comes to pick us up. The driver calls back in panic. He couldn't find DrInk and I'm unable to contact him. The guide kindly lets me use her phone to call him . He is not where I thought he would be,i,e taking a nap under the trees. We spend a frantic 20 minutes trying to figure out where he could be. The driver's search in the gardens under shady trees turns up nothing. And then, after what seems like infinity, the driver calls back to say the missing person has returned to the bus.

With a collective sigh of relief we head towards our hotel for a welcome bath and nap.

Supermarket forage

Our hotel is in a posh area. Soon after we check in and take a little rest we go out to shop for our dinner and for the next day's lunch. We have been given simple directions to the local supermarket. We follow the directions  but do not find any. We approach a couple of women at the bus stop. They search both electronically and physically, conveying to us in English in which direction to go. We had actually passed by the supermarket whose entrance was on the other side. Looking for yogurt took nearly 30 mins because the sales girls on the ground floor speak no English. Then we have to look for jam. We search in the basement floor and approach a salesgirl there.She speaks a little English. Going up and down the escalator several times we are able to finally get everything we need, including a 2 litre bottle of water, to be on the safe side.

Relaxed enough to appreciate the surroundings. 

Walking the neighbourhood is pleasant especially because it is pedestrian friendly and compact. The well-lit squares are surrounded by posh apartment complexes that include play areas which are all well maintained . Along the way are  trendy boutiques, upscale shops, fashionable restaurants, and vibrant bars

Just outside the hotel is the canal with several neon lit pedestrian bridges. The walkway is lined with beautiful clusters if street lamps lit by solar power.

The  contrast

Early in the morning we decide to explore the other side of the canal which seems bleaker, quieter and darker. But first we do a 15 min walk towards the city to see if we can spot remnants of the old Fort but to no avail. But I do get closer to another installation art that I had wanted to explore further the previous day. Again it's a variation of the eagle motive with separate wings soaring high on tall poles.

Walking the residential area across the canal is a revelation. The area is gloomier, shabby and littered. The buildings are generally grey with ubiquitous striped awnings. At 5 am people are beginning to gather at bus stops. A few route buses are ready to take passengers to work. A few cafes are ready for customers for their morning boost. The grocer has already piled vegetables and fruits into the raised bons and boxes but has not opened his shop yet. Another is cleaning out the area around his restaurant.

The low down on transformation

In the days of communism functional grey concrete buildings had dominated the landscape. In 2000 the mayor was keen on repairing the city but there was little money available. Being an artist himself he had the idea to paint these buildings in bright colours. That is why Tirana is so colorful.

The area where we are housed in was an upscale area that used to be off-limits to the general population as it was reserved for the Communist elite only. It has evolved into a most desirable  and expensive real estate.

Other notable features:

Public transport seems to be good. The long buses are well maintained and on schedule.

The traffic lights do not always display the iconic walking man but the double headed eagle.

Drivers obey traffic rules, especially at zebra crossings.

Questions answered.

Mother Teresa was not born here, but her family in Albania.

The new mosque that had walked by is The Namazgah Mosque or the Great Mosque of Tirana. It is the largest mosque in the Balkans. We are told that  Turkey built it for Albania.

60  % of the population is Muslim.

An eye opener

One of the wettest and sunniest cities in Europe did not disappoint.  In fact there was a lot to learn about the transformation. Tirana looks like a jumble

of Russia, southern Europe and South America and some modern buildings. there is an explosion of colour metaphorically reflecting the joy  of being rid of communism.

Phan Rang to Dalat: Vietnam unveiled (3), 2010

 City of Eternal Spring

We drive uphill snaking through the rolling hills to Dalat, winding through sprawled orchards, passing by waterfalls and a huge landscaped garden that seems popular. We believe we are in the town centre, going by the traffic and busy streets. Now we have to scout out a place to stay. We peer at several long streets lined wall to wall with 4-5 storey high buildings and narrow commercial looking hotels. Finally we find one at the end of a street. It has large glass windows on three sides. (Given a cold day – generally 15 to 17 degrees centigrade -- surely the large expanse of glass would have helped warm up the room!). We have trouble getting the little girl at the reception to understand what we want. The hotel must be run by the family; the washing machines and the drying yard are just one floor below us on the 3rd floor. We walk around until we find a restaurant that has the menu (in English, as well) displayed on a stand outside. Unfortunately it is closed. We find a bakery. It transpires that there are only two bakeries in town and this was the largest, and always crowded; it carries all kinds of breads and cakes, cheeses, butter, yoghurt and juices. Having skipped lunch we made a meal of cakes, fruits and yoghurt. Our hotel room, despite the large glass windows on 3 sides, remains cold. 

Little Paris

We begin the next day by having our driver take me to several hotels. None seems to suit our needs. But there is one that overlooks the valley and is in the neighbourhood of French colonial buildings. (Da Lat was originally developed as a resort by the French in the early 1900s.) We move in that afternoon. Surprise! The receptionist speaks good English; the one at night can read and interpret English but has difficulty speaking the language. The staff was so friendly that they prepare a special vegetarian meal for us and even shopp for the fruits we ask for. Strolling around the area we see how some of the shops look so inviting with such a variety of fruits all laid out attractively. The salad vegetables are amazingly fresh. 

Later that afternoon, we step into the cable car across a valley. The 2.4 km ride takes us over the pines, chestnut trees and mangroves, towards Trac Lam Pagoda.

Theme park? NO!

On our way towards HCM we come across a curious structure that could have come out of a fairy tale. We could have dismissed it as part of a children's playground or a theme park. Fortunately we don't. 

This is Hằng Nga guesthouse! From the outside it looks like a cave dwelling but as we get closer we see that it has more than meets the eye.

Gaud(y)i!

As we step inside we are mind boggled by its eccentricities. Tree house doors open into dungeons. Concrete roots spiral up as staircases. At times the staircases seem suspended in mid-air. The rooms are all awkwardly shaped but adequately furnished with equally bizarre furnishing and prints. It's all gaudy. And there's the clue. It is truly Gaudi for the house was built by Dang Viet NgA, the daughter of an architect, herself an architect whose source of inspiration was Gaudi. 

As we walk down the stairs on the outside plump avocados hang temptingly from the huge tree

A other discovery

We drive towards HCM till we reach what looks like a major resort in lush surroundings offering all kinds of thrills like rappelling down waterfalls, canyoning, ziplining etc. We booked in to enjoy the waterfalls and the nature trails. At dinner there is even a cultural performance.

Vung Tau to Hindu Cha(r)m: Vietnam unveiled (2)

Sun and Moon, colourful dunes

From Vung Tau we drive to Phan Thiet. We book into a hotel that promises to be idyllic. It's called Happy Moon Hotel and our room ideally opens onto the beach. After settling in for a bit we make our way to the sand dunes. The one we go to has reddish sand and in the distance appear white ones. It's a rather hot day and yet there are a few people tobogganing, teens and younger ones expressing their delight in loud laughter. 

Fried to crispness

The vendors display wide shallow baskets of little conical hills of something the colour of sand.  When we draw closer we withdraw in disbelief. They are deep-fried flying lizards, a specialty of the area! Back at the hotel we are witness to a flurry of activity. Parasailing enthusiasts ride the high waves. A satisfying barefoot walk along the beach whets our appetite. Dinner is by the ocean at Sunshine Hotel as the sunsets.

 

Caught in action

In the morning, as the sun rises, the beach is caught up in a frenzy of activity. we are drawn towards the  fishermen in round boats paddling over to retrieve fishing nets and trawl them onto the shore.  Women pull out fish from nets. And then, of course, come the holiday makers who are parasurfing, parasailing or abseiling.

Rolling up the pants

We leave Mui Ni for Dalat. On the way we stop at Phan Rang where we walk up a stream between high walls of soft pink and red rock. The stream is shallow but has a fairy tale quality not only because it flows through the red rock canyon but also because we could  it without fear of currents since the water was only knee deep at best.The naturally carved sides resemble miniature mountain landscapes that could house fairyland! We walk about a km but we do not see the promised falls. The tale of the disappearing waterfall appropriate to fairy stories, indeed. We are given a dipper of water to rinse our feet and step into our slippers which had been guarded over for a small fee.

Fishy business

As we walk back to our car we notice a yard full of vats and jars with conical covers. You guessed it right if you connected it with all the fish along the coast – vats of fish sauce all in the process of fermentation. There is only a slight whiff of the sauce as we weave between them.

Cattle herd, Sign language

We resume our road trip that winds through a patch of rough roads to a very smooth highway, passing many beaches and chalets, as well as a cattle herd that blocks our way until we reach a huge resort where we stop for lunch. First we ask for boiled water. A waiter brings a glass of water with ice in it. We try to communicate with gestures and sounds to indicate steam and scalding heat. Didn't get through. Out comes my notepad and pen. A little fire under a kettle tipping liquid into a glass. ‘ Aah’ he says. We got through!

Totally unexpected Charming Hindu/Cham edifice

All of a sudden, at a particular junction, the tops of two uniquely sculptured towers appear atop a lush hill. The car naturally follows the path to the destinatio our eyes are  naturally leading to. A beutuflly manicured serene Park invites us to the steps that would lead us to the top. It is a hot day but the discovery is so exciting that what could have been quite a discomfort has lessened by several degrees. 

The architecture has Thai and Cambodian features and they are all derived from Hindu architecture. Over the front door of the main tower is a sculpture of the Lord Shiva that is regarded as one of the masterpieces of the modified style. The sanctum has the form of linga sitting on the pedestal that has a groove( often referred to as the phallic symbol) but unique in  that it has sculpted facial features

Even more intersting is that this religious complex is  located in the Cham principality of Panduranga, in what is now Phan Rang. Panduranga is an an Indian name prevalent in Hindu myths. 

For the Vietnamese it is Po Klong Garai Temple, a Hindu Cham built to honor of the legendary king Po Klaung Garai, who ruled Panduranga from 1151 to 1205, by the historic King Jaya Sinhavarman III (another Indian name). 

The complex also hoses some of the traditional clothes worn by yhe priests, mostly white as in Bali and India, with a touch of red or royal yellow as in Southeast Asia.

The next blog will cover the our impressions of and experiences in Ho Chi Minh (Saigob) city.

Ho Chi Min to Vung Tau: Vietnam unveiled (1), 2010

A private beach, personal attention

A 4 hour drive from HCM takes us to Vung Tau- Loc An Resort.Our B&B has large rooms spread over two floors. We are a group of 6.The landscaped garden and gazebos provide some respite from the relentless heat. We are actually in a secluded wooded area in a remote corner of the famed Vung Tau beach which is not at all visible from here.  The owners and the kitchen helpers happily let us into the kitchen to guide them as to how we would like our eggs and toast done.The person sitting in the kitchen where we place the orders for our food, speaks a smattering of English. We manage to communicate. Apparently he has a daughter in the US and a son in Australia. We find out later that he owns the hotel. His wife too speaks a little English. We can walk into the kitchen any time and fill our bottles with boiled water cooling in a huge drum with a tap at the bottom; we also get a flask of hot water for each room where s\we can make our own coffee or tea. They also prepare a sumptuous lunch which we savour in the small cosy pavilion enjoying a natural breeze.

We do have a private beach that disappears

We take a walk along the beach though it is already dark. When we drive by next day we foid that it had been low tide, and at high tide there would have been no sandy beach at all, at least at that spot! Later we walk back to the isolated beach to be washed over by the waves-I am reluctant to go further than two meters from the shore because the sea might suddenly become deeper and none of us were swimmers. But the waves were pretty high and we allowed the sea to propel us a few inches towards the shore and back again!

Boat ride to shell trawl

The sampan belongs to the resort and the beach on theother side of the back waters also belongs to the resort. A long pole that hits the bottom of the lake every now and then propels us forward.

Walking along the beach we watch folk trawl in heavy nets filled with shells . It’s backbreaking work. A very long tubular net fitted to a triangular frame at the top is thrust into the water where the folk have crated temporary trenches with their feet and their frames; when the waves rush back into the sea the sea shells are washed into the nets. It takes two people to drag the nets onto the shore and tip the contents into sacks, Each had about three sacks of shell which they would probably use to prepare white wash. The more perfect shells would perhaps be used to make decorative items

Burrow might versus tech might

Since we have a hired van with a driver, we drive to the Long Phuoc Tunnels, not connected to the more famed Cu Chi tunnels but equally vital in fending off enemies, especially because Vung tau was the naval military base for the western forces.We manage to follow an Australian who is married to a Vietnamese woman and who runs a restaurant in Vung Tau. If not for him we wouldn't have known about the amphitheatre and the hideout of the soldiers. But we lose him because we are distracted by other things. Then we are followed by a few Vietnamese children and they happily keep us company in an otherwise lonely route.

 It is a huge rocky area dotted with shade trees and broad steps which is, of course, the amphitheatre.Young people are picnicking. Our wandering takes us to an exposed tunnel with models of soldiers. These tunnels are larger than those at Cu Chi which might accommodate Incas, not the hefty who will have to scuttle in a crouch  through a space 1.2 meters in height and 0.6 and 0.8 meters in width, making it large enough to accommodate Vietnamese soldiers but too small for any enemy trespassing. We can imagine how  swift footed stealth took the fighters between rocks and trees when they surfaced.It's amazing how the grit of the Vietcong and these clever tunnels that include living areas, kitchens and other common areas helped them overcome their technologically more powerful combatants.

That evening we enjoy a steam boat dinner t a resort hotel.

Imposing Redeemer

Next day we drive to Vung Tau city centre, about 20 mins away from our accommodation. From there it's only a few minutes to the famed beach dotted with portable hammocks and foldable beach chairs for rent by the hour.As we sit on the chairs an attendant comes buy and sells us tickets for the use of deck chairs. He pins the tickets to the back of the chairs and then saunters off. We all doze off for nearly an hour

Walking along the beach we notice a statue of Jesus Christ on a hill, something the waitress from the day before had told us about. It is certainly not a copy of Brazil's Christ the Redeemer, but at that time the tallest in Asia. We decide to take up the challenge of 800 steps. Another 133 spiral steps within would lead us to the statue's shoulder. But we are already content with the panoramic views and the breeze at the top.

No respite in a chain store

Tired, we think we should try starbucks which would certainly be cheaper than the chain stores in developed countries. It's a hot walk downtown. Another in our small group gets some cold soda. None of us really cares for the chain anyway and so our choice was only a brownie that we share. 

Our driver, who doesn't speak a word of English, cracks up whenever we gesture to him that we are hungry and need to stop. We have dinner at the same resort but we make individual orders from the menu so we could taste a variety of dishes, including what we thought we could palette from the local cuisine.

My next post will take DRink  and me to Dalat.

Lerwick,Shetland Islands: loch, broch and pony

The anticipation

As we approach the harbour it is clear that we are going to experience yet another beautiful undulating island with rolling hills and stone and mortar buildings. What has this island in store for us?  We are at Lerwick, the capital of Shetland Islands, Scotland, about 200 km from the mainland.

Reality

As soon as we disembark it is obvious that we are on Commercial street. The flagstoned street is lined with craft shops and cafés, strung with bunting.  Will the rest of Lerwick be as charming?

Gladdened: poetic justice

We decide to take the winding, flagstone paved, commercial street lined with enchanting ancient buildings paralleling the sea front for the undulations naturally imitate the gentle waves of the sea. The series of narrow lanes, appropriately called closes, leads us through the old town with 18th and 19th century buildings huddled together tightly. 

Acclimatised accommodation: clustered and cloistered

Adding to the charm is the crookedness of the buildings and their erratic positions. Even the streets have different widths and slopes along the same stretch. Well, Lerwick is known for windiness. I was told by the librarian that the wind takes on various characters and blows unpredictably every which way with varying intensity. Hence the  robust buildings and  doors placed strategically in narrow sheltered lanes to avoid the direct path of the wind and give respite from the sea. Wouldn't living in clusters create a close community with a strong identity? There's  no denying that the character of the wind has bestowed a quaint touch to the old town.

Denotation Enigma

Compounding the enchantment are the alleys ( da lanes) which have baffling names, as well as an alternative name. In actuality, the street signs display both the old and new names for the streets and alleys.

The postmen must be well versed in them. Makes me wonder if there's a system to their sorting, if not technical, or they are as good as the London taxi driver. Perhaps their knowledge of local history is excellent, for the clue to the quirkiness is to be found in the history of the islands.

Amusing Chronicles

In the 17th century Lerwick was initially established as a seaport to trade fish with the Dutch Fishing Fleet. This original  settlement was largely a collection of timber huts. Then it was mortgaged by Denmark to Scotland! In the mid seventeenth century a military outpost was established, Fort Charlotte and around it the first stone buildings constructed. In the 19th century the Police Commissioners voted to modernise the names.

Betty Mann's Closs became Crooked Lane. 

Leather Lane became Union street. 

Sheriff's Closs became Law Lane. 

Steep Closs became Hang Cliff Lane.

Yet another wonder: beach between Lodberries

At the end of Commercial Street (Da Lane) we are met with a small tidy beach flanked by old stone houses standing on the sea. These  lodberries are stone merchant houses built on the seafront by merchants in the 18th century. They reach into the water with their jetties over the shingle beach. This made it easy for their haul to be dropped straight from the boats into dry storage.

Loot to boot

The Lodberries also had another underground function. They were often used to smuggle tea, tobacco, and other goods onto the island. The merchants who lived on Commercial Street even had secret tunnels built from the lodberries into their homes so that they could move their cargo unnoticed.

We walk towards Commercial Road to take in Charlotte's fort. On the way we pass Town Hall, an aristocratic building. The doors are closed. Assuming it is not open to visitors we walk past, just admiring the façade.

Fort Charlotte: fathoming the plumbing

In the mid seventeenth the fort was built as a military outpost was established. It was rebuilt after its first war and the again after a second war when it was named Fort Charlotte. It has not been manned since.What had dominated the shoreline is now in the heart of the town, the town having grown around it. The pentagonal layout is well preserved. There is a panoramic view of Brassey Island.

But what caught my eye most was how nature( ocean waves) took care of flushing out nature's calls

Repurposed

A little later we find ourselves opposite the peer at the Tollbooth. Yes, it was built to collect taxes, but it has served as a jail, museum, post office, etc. Now the navy has taken it over for one of its branches.

Oil industry fuels modern town

We now enter the modern town.traditional occupation did not meet family needs but the discovery of oil immediately opened up avenues. The Co7ncil gained from the oil industry and dutifully invested it in infrastructure, housing and schools. We come across a modern school, a rugby club. Lo and behold! we find ourselves at a lake. We decide to walk around it. We walk quite some time before we realize that  very few people are up and about. As we pass by some of the new houses along the lake we see some life.

The elusive animal:short and sturdy

We spent nearly a whole day in town. Where are the Shetland ponies that have roamed the island for 4000 years?  Just as I was about to give up hope, one stands contentedly grazing right beside me. It's nowhere near the Arabian breeds that are elegant. This workhorse is shaggy, has short legs, and is only slightly more than a metre tall. After all, they were mostly used for carrying heavy items in slung baskets.

There are not many around for they are in the crofts (small farms) farther from town.

Broch in a loch

A few metres more and we face a circular structure. A 2000 year old (iron age)  stone fortification that waS probably built  by some wealthy person to show his wealth and power. It is said to be double walled, the interior l8ned with living quarters around a central court. Being in a loch it was not accessible until a causeway was built. We were at the causeway but decided to Forgo a visit. We are quite counted to be in the vicinity.

A peek turns to disbelief

We are back at the town hall.there is some movement at the doors, so we decide to go for it. Surprise. Anyone can go in  through the doors that seemed tightly shut. How mislead we were! We should have come to the doorstep to check. But here we are. The climb up the hilly polished wooden staircase leads to a massive function room. I'm stunned by the stained glass windows that depict the colourful history of Shetland Islands. These impressive works of art are accompanied by relevant information.

The fifteen panels around the main hall occupying the whole of this floor, depict the early history of the islands through the major figures like the Norse kings and earls. There is no way we would have known about the stunning hall for little of the brilliance is visible from the outside.

Lerwick flower par

In our wanderings we come across The Jubilee Flower Park that also has a bowling green and other recreational facilities. The park had started off as a piece of waste ground which was to be used for housing. However the Council bought it for recreational purposes. It is a beautiful setting for walks.

Trivia

1. The lodberries  have been made famous by the BBC TV series called Shetlands. Jimmy perez who stars as the detective inspector lives in one of the Lodberries

2. Lerwick has a population of about 10,000 in total but the town is quiet for about half  the population lives in a radius of 10 miles. It is vibrant in the newer parts of town. Hence there is no crowd anywhere in the old town.

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Torshavn, Faroe islands: an unassuming bureau (2019)

 A far away borough

When cruising the fjords Torshavn, in the Faroe Islands, was on our itinerary. We knew very little about the island except what we gleaned from a tour excursion promotional talk which went over our heads. 

A walk about in the downtown area should give us an idea and then we'll wing it from there.

Stumbling upon the magical: ocean on the doorstep

As we approach the port we are galvanized by charming red buildings with green roofs. A not so distant lighthouse also beckons. It is very clear where we are going to start our journey to discovery and our route there onwards.

We skip the downtown area and head towards the enticing buildings. They are actually built on the rocks of a promontory. These crammed wooden buildings with delightful sod roofs were originally warehouses. They have now been converted to house the Government of the Faroe islands. We could easily have missed the prime minister's office since the narrow cobble-stoned alleyways, some leading under equally narrow, covered, windowed overhead corridors connecting adjacent buildings are all too much to take in at a glance and make sense of. Of course, that meant stumbling upon beautiful surprises. That includes the unassuming (but attractive nevertheless) staircased Prime Minister’s Office and the half-timbered Danish style 17th century vicarage.

Intimate and understated

The promontory, named Tinganese, also boasts the oldest Parliament in the world. Politicians have met here for more than a thousand years.

It is amazing that a country is ruled from unassuming quarters, while most of the world insists on outrageously opulent buildings for the same purpose! The office buildings seem crowded together but in spite of the narrow paths there is no crowd to weave through and nudge against.

Skankin fortress: backdrops to the town

Our walk away from the Tinganese old town leads us seamlessly towards the lighthouse atop a hill. We first reach the fortress of which only a few grassy mounds remain. The lighthouse is on yet another mound a little above the fortress. It overlooks the town and provides sweeping vistas of the harbour and the sea. In fact, the facility was built in 1580 in order to protect the city against pirates. Ever since World War II when the British army stationed some cannons here the mound has been used primarily for gun salutes.

Free range native hens, sedate pace

Back in town, adjacent to the old town is a group of squat black tarred buildings with white-framed windows under turf roofs. The alleyways are still traversed by hens which they've been doing since time immemorial. These traditional dwellings are small for practical reasons. Timber is scarce on the islands and they are easier to heat. The governor’s house is in the vicinity. A grotto graces the front yard of his home.

Apart from these dwellings and government offices there are also numerous other reconstructed buildings in traditional Faroese architecture. Of these, the most iconic is Torshavn Cathedral. The second oldest (19th century) church in the islands, it has a sky blue ceiling matching the ocean around it. Models of ships symbolic of the sea faring people are suspended from it. At the altar is the Last Supper. The quiet, sublime and respectful atmosphere is partly attributable to the organ pipe ranks that stand stately in the upper gallery.

Trappan park: a mini forest in a treeless land

Forests are rare in the Faroe Islands. But a beautifully designed city park is the proud home to one. It is a little patch of trees at the top of a picturesque winding stairway from where we are treated to breathtaking views of the harbour and the dramatic coastline.Trappan, the beautifully designed city park in Tórshavn, serves as a vibrant testament to the stunning natural beauty and rich cultural heritage of the Faroe Islands. No doubt, the lights add to the charm in the evenings.

The National Library 

For most cruisers the public library is a must visit, especially for the wifi. The vibrant colours and a plethora of events makes it a well visited facility. The librarian tells me that the organisation's main task is to collect, record, preserve, and disseminate knowledge of literature related to the Faroe Islands. It is no surprise then that The National Library also functions as a research library.

Native wool

We then traipse back to the ship for lunch. As we do we summarily pass by the various boutiques and galleries with their attractive displays of sweaters and craft all incorporating designs inspired by the islands’ rugged landscapes and rich history. The sweaters are made from the wool of native sheep known for their soft inner wool and coarser outer wool as you can tell from the picture.

Idyllic coast that is mostly cliff

Energised by lunch we walk along the cliffs overlooking the coast for more vistas. The idyllic nature of the surroundings, is augmented by Hans Pauli Olsen's sculptures. There are many more miniature painted rocks.  Down some of the slopes native sheep graze contently while native fowl snuggle comfortably in their alluring grassy surroundings overlooking the ocean 

The facts:

At the start of the visit I had made a mental note to read up on the Faroe Islands to correct the gap in my knowledge and I thought these to be interesting:

• The archipelago is made up of 18 islands
• The islands belong  to Denmark but are self-governed
• They are nestled in the Atlantic Ocean, halfway between Iceland and Norway
• Tórshavn, on Streymoy Island, is the capital city 
• Of the population of 40,000. more than half live in the town itself. No wonder there is plenty of elbow room.
• Faroese derives from Old Norse and is closely related to Icelandic, Norwegian, Danish and Swedish. Not surprisingly,Icelandic, Norwegian and Swedish are understood and spoken in many places, and most people are capable of communicating in English too. 

Hanoi: exquisite artistic atmosphere

Immersive storytelling

Just a day after our arrival, after having visited the touristy Ngoc Son Temple on  Hoan Kiem lake, I notice that we seemed to be close to Mural Street. A street dedicated to murals definitely needs exploration. Could it be something like in Sao Paulo? Drink isn't interested. Consulting Google maps, while still connected to the local wifi, I work out the route, commiting names and directions to memory. With very slight confusion, only because I wasn't quite familiar with the area, I almost walk past the first few murals simply because I don't know where to look. It takes me a while to realize the paintings are so realistic that they blend seamlessly into the life around them . A closer look reveals the wood canvas on which artists depicted scenes from history, local folklore,and daily life. Everyday aspects stand out in vibrant colours and in three-D for they also include structural elements that pop out. It's as though the artists have woven a tapestry showcasing the cultural heritage of the historic city. 

While strolling back ‘home’ I noticed locals playing traditional board games. The storytelling theme becomes as vivid as it can because anyone can join the locals and learn to play these games immersing themselves into the culture. 

Missing the obvious: a daunting venture

Having heard of the Ceramic Murals we decide it is time to look for them. You can’t miss them on the drive from the airport into Hanoi, but we did. 

We walk into the city centre for the map indicated that it began somewhere there.We have to ask at a boutique whose sales-girls kindly show us the way. It is quite complicated but we do find the murals on the other side of the highway confronting us. At the intersection where a ramp meets the highway  we have a few nerve wracking moments figuring out how to get as close as possible to the said murals without getting into an accident for we are actually on a highway with motorbikes, cars and trucks  bumper to bumper, whizzing by and impatiently honking at each other.

We decide not to cross it and it's a good thing too for these murals are better appreciated from a distance. We walk along the narrow uneven curb performing a dangerous balancing act every now and then. There is no visible end to the Ceramic Murals. 

Is there a way to get off the highway? We find a small break in the curb, with rough stones set down like stairs on the downward slope. Hoping they were steady we manage to wobble down onto the side road. This is probably an improvised shortcut created by impatient locals living across the highway. It serves us well.

Surprise at our doorstep 

We think  we should call it a day. Since we are now more familiar with the terrain we are able to find our way back home easily. And then we see more of these murals! The wall is actually part of the Red River dike system protecting the historic centre. To our surprise our accommodation is on the other side of the wall. Had we started from here it would have been a little easier and  we would have walked right beside the murals all the way to the city centre. But there would  be no escaping the traffic conundrum.

The next day we take up where we left off and continue to walk along the murals which takes us towards the Long Bien market ( described in a previous blog) and thence under the famous Long Bien bridge. 

A spectrum

The murals  cover nearly a 7 km stretch of which we did nearly 5. When we identify cultural icons from various countries it becomes clear that this long stretch of murals is no ordinary feat. The Hanoi mosaics not only  show different periods of Vietnamese history and  iconic scenes, but also tributes from other countries with their unique designs. 

Is it any wonder then that the mega pictorialisation created to celebrate Hanoi’s millennium anniversary in 2021, has earned it the Guinness World Record for the largest ceramic mosaic?  

 

Inextricably intertwined: art and culture and religion 

The mosaics continue with us as we walk towards West Lake, the biggest freshwater lake in Hanoi. As we approach it we are surrounded by posh restaurants and hotels interspersed with lush gardens and opulent villas. But the Tran Quoc pagoda nestled on an  islet charms us no end.

Founded in the 6th century it was relocated in the 17th century to escape the silt of the Red River. Renamed asTran Quoc (National Defense), it has evolved into a symbol of resilience and spiritual continuity. In its garden stands a Bodhi tree( a gift from India), said to be a descendant of the tree under which Buddha attained enlightenment. The garden also houses several towers and aesthetically designed stupas. The red 11-story stupa and the yellow facade as well as the bonsai dioramas add a quiet beauty to the spiritual serenity. 

Eiffel in Hanoi

Yes, Long Bien Bridge was  originally built by Gustav Eiffel, the very man  famed for the Eiffel Tower and the Statue of Liberty. The cantilevered bridge was once the longest bridge in Asia. It was bombed during the Vietnam War and then restored. We find a stairway that leads from the ceramic murals to the railway station after the bridge  bridge. Since the sun is about to set and the day has cooled down we decide to walk along the bridge which has lanes only for bikes and pedestrians. 

Though rickety at places we walk the half of the 2km bridge from where we have views of the red river mud flats. It's like another tapestry but of lush vegetation both floating and otherwise, interjected by a boat or two making watery tracks on a green surface. The banks are again a tapestry of vegetable gardens. The lanes on the bank sport artististic sculptures from recycled plastic bottles and incense burning drums. Walls are covered with murals depicting lily or lotus ponds.

As luck would have it

As we return to the railway station we see a crowd. It is getting dark and most are staying put. We hang around for a while and when we decide to move off, the tracks begin to vibrate. There is a gust of wind. The anxious wait of nearly 10 min is worth every minute. We are actually going to see the train that will chug past us into the tracks that lie between restaurants and pubs adorned with attractive graffiti, just two steps away from the tracks. Another surprise: the tracks go along the top of the wall that is famous for its murals and continue on a raised track into the old quarter shopping area.  We've been to the places before but were completely unaware of the proximity of the tracks.

Aesthetics every which way

Everyday street art abounds from the way vendors arrange their goods on carts, the intricately embroidered dainty baskets to the flower bouquets and wreaths. Pop up cards  of iconic Vietnamese buildings and mythical creatures are sold as souvenirs.

One day we noticed sea creatures made of recycled plastic bottles sitting on the pedestrian bridge over the 6 lane thoroughfare that we cross everyday to get to the old quarter.  The next day the collection increased with more of these animals and waveforms. By evening they were hung up and being wired. We left the day after but now I know that a group of artists had transformed the bridge into a vibrant,  buoyantly delightful, illuminated work of art in the evening.

We chose well

We hadn't realised we were just across the old quarter when we booked our airbnb.Historic landmarks, cultural delights,  tourist sites quite central, fairly walkable, old quarter, French quarter.

Palmy Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, 2014

 Las Palmas:  palm tree and the palm

As soon as we docked and got over our sea legs we made a quick walk to the ‘center’ and was it truly a centre! The road sign painted on the tarmac in various coloured radii each terminating with a balloon indicating what to expect in each of the directions is the literal road map.

As usual, we choose to visit the furthest part from the Pier and work our way back. That means we first go to the old town of Las Palmas called Vegueta. Clearly, walking there would eat up most of the time we have in the port. The alternative is to take the local bus and we do. Rain clouds loom as we drive by  the beautiful esplanade and the marina aflutter with sailboats.

Theatres galore

We get off at Triana, starting at the beautiful huge wrought iron spiral, a street lined by a gorgeous mix of old and new buildings filled with shops and cafés.  The street leads towards Teatro Pérez Galdós. The classic, stately,historical facade of intricate columns and sculptural details certainly distinguishes it for what it is – the most important venue for opera and classical performances in the city. Imagine what it would be like inside to so endear it to the Canarians!

The unconventional, modernistic building that we next come across is Teatro GuiniGuada. Appropriately, originally a cinema, it has adapted to changing audience demands. It now also hosts stage performances!

Within a short walk an attractive, graceful building stands before us. It's all a powder blue, with windows and details painted white, punctuated by brown balconies. This is none other than The Palacete Rodríguez Quegles. The story is that the mansion was built for a wealthy businessman. So it was a residence for nearly 70 years before the city bought it. It then housed the music conservatory until it evolved into a cultural centre. Had the building been open, we would have seen its stained glass windows.

 

Passage into discovery

We have by now crossed into Vegueta, stepping onto cobbled streets in the oldest neighbourhood of Las Palmas. The Plaza San Antonio Abad oozes history. San Antonio Chapel is an unassuming building. For a fee we could have gone in  to admire richly decorated carvings. But it suffices us to learn that Christopher  Columbus  may have prayed here before he set off on his voyage across the Atlantic.

Casa de Colón (Museo Canarias) is just next to it. Its focus is on Columbus's voyage, but it also claims to have the largest collection of Cro-Magnon skulls in the world! We choose to skip it. 

The piece de resistance 

We've been having glimpses of orthodox,  pinkish bell towers all along. As we saunter into Santa Ana Plaza, there standing before us is the iconic 16th century, gothic style Cathedral of Santa Ana , the very first church (built in the 16th century) of the Canary  Islands. Inside, the towering columns seemingly branch out into the vaulted ceiling, creating an impressive shape of palm fronds. Was las palmas named after palm fronds? The building is surrounded by colonial style historic buildings with wooden balconies. Going by the mixture of locals and tourists relaxing and soaking in the atmosphere it is highly popular, indeed. Though enigmatic, the eight bronze dog statues in the square have become the symbol of Las Palmas . It is a popular gathering place for locals and tourists and often hosts concerts and festivities.

Plaza de Espíritu Santo: triangular square

A stone's throw away we encounter a triangle, not a square. Its attraction is the covered Hispanic fountain, one of the few of its kind. The flora in the ‘square’ is an illustration of the link between the Canary Islands  and the Americas.. The square is surrounded by stately, colourful buildings. 

Our next stop is  Plaza de Santo Domingo,named for the 17th century Church of Santo Domingo de Guzmán. Again stately houses and trees contribute to the serenity and loveliness of it all. We're almost where we started our walk of discovery.  

Suggestive names 

Gabinete Literario ( literary cabinet)? Your guess is as right as mine. It is a library as stunning as its name.

Plaza de las ranas ( frog square):

Yes, lots of foliage and plenty of frog sculptures.

Walking through quiet and quaint alleys and catching sight of the city skyline from afar ends our visit to the historic quarter. A few hours immersed in the historic but vibrant atmosphere is enough to seal our admiration for Las Palmas's pride in its heritage and its subtle adaptation to modernity.

Sand art with the help of palms

Back at the pier and after a quick meal there's still about two hours before we set sail. It's begun to drizzle. Will there be time to explore the other side of the city? I decide to take a gamble. A brisk walk takes me to the mercado and the eateries that seem not so busy.  Taking peremptory peeks between the buildings I get glimpses of a sandy beach. A short street takes me there and I am stunned. Before me is a wide expanse of beach all full of Biblical scenes carved into or built of sand. The landscape is often Canarian. They are incredibly huge. Certainly not the work of just one artist per scene. The elaborate, large-scale artistic creations definitely involve professional sculptors.

Trivia:

Las Canteras beach is one of the best urban beaches in Europe notably for  the great weather and proximity to a bustling city.

It has more that 200,000  visitors a year

The first sand sculptures were made at Christmas in 2006

Prestigious artists are often involved.

Everyday life

On the way back to the ship I make a quick visit toThe Mercado del Puerto,  the very first food market in the Canary Islands. It Was once a very traditional Spanish fruit, veg, meat and fish market but has transformed into a fashionable bustling night scene. The colourful Christmas stalls both outside and inside are bustling with souvenir hunters.

Closer to the ship is a mall. Another stunning display of nativity scenes in dioramas. Capping it up is the glittering pumpkin carriage drawn by a reindeer.