3rd February 2019

Sunshine on a winters day, Herne Bay
Herne Bay seafront

When it comes to the weather in England, there are two things we don’t get. We don’t get extremes, and we don’t get reliable. This week we saw the lowest temperatures of the winter so far, widespread snow across many parts of the country, and then forecasts of much rain today as the temperatures recovered. Instead, we awoke to clear skies and sunshine, a day which started at zero degrees and rose to 6 at its peak, but a day where the blue sky remained unbroken and the clouds never appeared. The biting winds of the last few days are gone and today was, in short, a beautiful, crisp winter’s day, making it a perfect day for a seafront stroll.

The English Channel caressed the shore, gulls and turnstones preened in the sunshine, the people of Herne Bay filled the seafront walkways. On days like this, even the buildings seem to stand upright and breathe in the air. One of those days when you just love living by the sea.

Gorgeous old pub on seafront, The Ship Inn, Herne Bay

The Ship Inn
Turnstones enjoying the winter sun, Herne Bay
The ancient towers of Reculver near Herne Bay
Reculver Towers
The long detached far end of Herne Bay Pier
Herne Bay

Across Sri Lanka by tuk-tuk

Srilankan tuk-tuck travel
Tuk-tuk in Srilanka

It wasn’t what we had planned to do, but it was how it played out, and was an amusing experience, to say the least. Back in 2015, we decided to spend a couple of weeks crossing Sri Lanka from coast to coast, from Colombo to Trincomalee on the eastern shore. It wasn’t a backpacking trip as such, we had backpacks but we’d booked the accommodation ahead, however we’d kept the spirit of adventure alive by making no plans for transport in between.

Train travel in Srilanka, Columbo to Kandy, Srilanka
Srilankan train

Colombo is an incredibly difficult place to hit after an overnight long haul flight, it’s a massively humid and unbelievably loud city, and as chaotic as any Indian city we’ve visited since. The driver of the airport bus had abandoned his task in gridlocked traffic, leaving us hot and tired and loaded with backpacks in a crazy chaotic market with no idea where our hotel was. Harsh introduction to an unforgiving city.

Rural Srilanka by Train somewhere between Columbo and Kandy, Srilanka
Rural Srilanka

Actually the first leg of the trip wasn’t on the road, as we took the famous rail journey from Colombo to Kandy, an enormously enjoyable trip it was, too. Our short stay in Kandy coincided with the Perahera festival, a wonderfully exciting and colourful fiesta where the regally adorned elephants take centre stage. We stayed in a family hotel, the Natashiya, just up the hill and overlooking Kandy’s famous town centre lake, and began talking to the guys there about how to get to our next destination, Sigiriya, knowing that the railway could only take us to within twenty miles or so. It was the brothers at Natashiya who suggested we take their friend’s tuk-tuk, so with backpacks stored vertically behind us we crammed in the back and set off on the 56-mile journey.

View over Kandy lake, Srilanka

Of course, our driver stopped at his cousin’s spice farm and a couple of other places where no doubt he was on an earner, but we rattled through the 56 miles with a smile on our face, and trundled up to the lobby at Hotel Sigiriya, a rather decent hotel, none the worse for our amusing journey.

Elephant at Perahera festival, Kandy Srilanka
Perahera, Kandy

Whilst in the wonderful little town of Sigiriya, we befriended a local tuk-tuk driver, Mangala, who had been introduced to us on our first morning there as the only driver with any English. Mangala ferried us around throughout our stay in Sigiriya, and so of course it was to him we turned for advice on the best way to get to Trincomalee.

Given that this journey is even longer, at 64 miles, we were a bit sceptical when Mangala suggested he takes us on his rickety tuk-tuk , but he was such a nice guy that we couldn’t say no. In truth, Mangala made it a great experience, stopping for chai, king coconuts, and a tasty lunch en route, and taking time to stop at points of interest.

Sigriya Srilanka

One such stop was at Lake Kantale, also called Kantale Tank, where Mangala took time to talk about the Sri Lankan Civil War. The Sinhal and the Tamils fought fiercely for over two decades from 1983 to 2009, so at the time of our visit memories were still raw. He recounted how the Tamils had breached the dam at Kantale, flooding the valleys and villages below and killing large numbers of innocent women and children. He couldn’t hide his emotion and tears rolled down his cheeks as he spoke.

We bid our fond farewells to Mangala outside the Trinco Beach Hotel, the staff once again amused by our unorthodox arrival.

Fishing boats on Trincomolee beach
Trincomolee beach

So over the two journeys, we’d travelled over 120 miles on the back of a tuk-tuk, never mind the large number of rides at the various locations in between, and in Trincomalee afterwards. We enjoyed every minute, and love having the story to tell. And saw that part of Sri Lanka up close.

The story of Mangala

Sigiriya rock, Sri Lanka overlooks the tank below
Sigiriya rock

We mentioned our tuk-tuk driver Mangala in our last blog. During the few days we spent in Sigiriya, Mangala ferried us around in his tuk-tuk, this gave us such an insight into Sri Lanka and its people which developed into a show of Sri Lankan hospitality and friendship and a plethora of memories which will stay with us always.

Being Buddhist, Mangala has a very gentle and caring nature and so his spiritual roots lead to the same ritual at the start of each journey. Just outside the village he would stop his tuk-tuk next to a roadside shrine, pick a flower from the surrounding vegetation place it at Buddha’s feet and offer a prayer for Buddha to keep us safe, such a touching moment at the start of our day. This whole ritual would then be repeated as we returned to the village, this time offering a thank you for returning us safely, we felt privileged to be in the care of Mangala…. and Buddha.

Buddha in the temple near Sigiriya, Sri Lanka

Apart from our choice of temples and ancient sites, Mangala proudly took us to hidden gems, places not mentioned in our guide book, places where only the locals go, giant temples hidden in the jungle, places so remote, so peaceful, so beautiful. He took the time to tell us the importance and history of these special places, clearly proud of his heritage.

Temple in the jungle of Sigiriya, Sri Lanka
Temple in the jungle

After a couple of days in Sigirya on our return to the village, Mangala said “would you like a beer?” We looked at each other, did we hear right? This village with no bars, no alcohol in the eateries and Mangala is asking if we want beer! Of course we said yes and we set off down a dirt track in the jungle and came to a small clearing in the trees and a rickety shack, a number of tuk-tuks randomly parked outside. We followed Mangala into the shack and to our amazement it was full of locals all with bottles of beer, it appeared to be where the tuk-tuk drivers go at the end of their day before returning home for dinner. We find a table, Phil & Mangala go to the bar to buy the beers, and it is a bar in more ways than one……. the barman is behind bars, keeping the alcohol safe, and hands the bottles of beer through to his customers. The beers opened, a bit of newspaper rammed in the top to keep the flies out, we sit amongst the locals in this strange Jungle bar. The locals are as amused as we are, this is possibly the first time a lady has entered this male dominated drinking den and almost certainly Michaela is the first blonde lady from a distant land to drink beer with them. There is much laughter and Sinhal chatter, no clue what they were saying.

Bar in the jungle near Sigiriya, Sri Lanka
Jungle bar

We were so honoured by the next development. Our friendship growing, Mangala invited us to dinner at his home, of course we were delighted by this offer and accepted excitedly. He explained that he had a very poor home but would like us to go there for dinner as we were very nice people and he wanted to thank us, he said that most people didn’t treat him the way that we did. He took us to briefly meet his wife and explained that we would be coming to dinner with them tomorrow. Back at our hotel we couldn’t believe our luck, to be invited into their home, eat their food, learn about life in Sri Lanka, this is going to be a fantastic experience! We went straight on the internet to research what gift we should take for our hosts and the do’s and don’ts, we certainly didn’t want to offend anyone!

Beer at the Jungle bar near Sigiriya, Sri Lanka
Phil & Mangala at the Jungle bar

And so Mangala collected us from our hotel, he had changed from his western style jeans and t-shirt in favour of a sarong. We trundled through the maze of dusty dirt tracks in the village and arrived at his house, a small single storey dwelling surrounded by lush jungle vegetation. We were beckoned inside. Leaving our shoes outside we entered, the single reception room sparsely furnished, skimmed concrete floor, an occasional picture hanging on the pink walls, a TV and an oversized music system and speakers. Around the room were 4 doorways, just curtains for doors, we later learned that there were 3 bedrooms and a kitchen, no bathroom. We were introduced to the family, a series of greeting, bowing with hands together as if in prayer, Mangala’s wife, his young son & daughter, Mum & Dad and finally Grandma. She was fascinating, sat in a chair at the far end of the room watching and waiting until all the introductions were done, then stood up, she was so tiny, frail and looked a great age, she shuffled over to us smiled and bowed, Michaela held her hands and bowed to her, she turned round and shuffled back to her chair to cast a watchful eye over the evening ahead. We offered our gifts, choice was very limited in the village but the biscuits were well received and the lollipops for the children were a hit. We then experienced probably the most awkward 20 minutes of our lives, Mangala said “I am going to get beer, I won’t be long” and on that he was gone, leaving us with his family who couldn’t speak English and we couldn’t speak Sinhal, we all stood and stared at each other desperately thinking of how to communicate. We spoke to the children and the word school was understood, Mangala’s son then filled in the time showing us his school books.

Sri Lankan family in their home in Sigiriya, Sri Lanka
Mangala & his family

Mangala returned with the beer and we were presented with the next surprise of the evening. The beer was just for the 3 of us, we were lead outside into the garden, the rest of the family excluded as if they were just the staff! We enjoyed a couple of hours talking with Mangala, his garden was the Jungle and he delighted in demonstrating what to do if the elephants come too close to the vegetables tended by his wife, he said “if the dog barks, the elephants are here and I light a firework to scare them” he proceeded to fetch a device which he threw into the trees, it exploded, it was loud enough to wake the dead let alone scare a herd of elephants!

Traditional Sri Lankan food, served in a family home in Sigiriya, Sri Lanka
Being served by my host

We were then summoned into the house, it’s time for dinner. Through the curtain the kitchen table was covered in newspaper keeping the flies off the meal. The food was revealed and we were told to sit down, it was at this moment that we realised there were only 2 chairs, and this was the next surprise of the evening. We took our seats in front of this banquet with the family all stood in a line along the wall staring at us. Right, what is happening now? We beckon them to join us, Mangala explained that they wouldn’t be eating with us, it’s not the done thing. We were to feast on this food cooked by his wife and Mum and they would eat what is left, this really wasn’t what we were expecting, their custom is worlds apart from ours and it felt just a little uncomfortable. We did however manage to talk Mangala to sit and eat with us, so the rest of the family melted away behind the curtain leaving us to continue our sociable evening with Mangala over dinner. And dinner was delicious, the ladies of the house must have been cooking for hours, so many dishes, chicken curry, vegetable curry, drumsticks (the vegetable) dried fish, boiled eggs, rice, salad and more unknown dishes, a banquet fit for the queen! We tucked in, the flavours unknown and fantastic, so delicious, we had our fill and as Mangala kept offering us more we were only too aware that the rest of the family would only had our leftovers, we politely declined, we certainly didn’t want this family to go hungry. As soon as we had eaten it was made clear that it was time to go, Mangala wrapped up a hand of bananas in newspaper, gave it to us as a gift and said he would take us back to the hotel. We said our goodbyes to the family and came to the end of one fantastic experience.

Sri Lankan family in their home in Sigiriya, Sri Lanka
Michaela with Mangala & his family

We felt honoured to have experienced an evening with Mangala and his family, they are such good hearted people. This poor family in a poor region of Sri Lanka, opened their humble abode and shared what little they had, this is Sri Lankan hospitality, this was a truly humbling experience.

It is now 3 years since this experience, we still keep in touch with Mangala, we have sent gifts from England to him and his family, including English books for his son, in Mangala’s words “I have the happiest son in Sri Lanka”. One day we hope to return and we know we will be greeted with open arms.

Travel Review of 2018

Puerto Tazacorte on La Palma in the Canary Islands
Puerto Tazacorte

The year wasn’t without its complications and we had some disruption to travel plans, but managed to rescue the year pretty well in the circumstances. We suffered two bereavements during the year; in June Phil’s Dad died, then at the end of November, Michaela’s Nan passed away. Both of them had helped shape our love of travel: see Michaela’s story and Phil’s story.

Despite these sad losses causing one cancellation, and one delay, of holidays, it was still a pretty spectacular year, and one which has further fuelled our appetite for retiring, giving up the day job, loading the backpacks and going off to see the world. It’s going to happen, soon.

England wise, we had stays in Thame, Oxfordshire: a terrific little town with a great selection of pubs, but a weekend spoilt by the incessant rain; two walking weekends in Phil’s Derbyshire homeland; two weekends in Padstow, and visits to London and Birmingham. Padstow is a place very close to our heart, and one we are very familiar with.

March saw a terrific break in La Palma in the Canary Islands, in a terrific little place called Puerto Tazacorte. This was a backpacking trip, something we always love, nothing booked but the flights. Puglia was booked for June but was the trip which suffered cancellation, though we have now resurrected the plan for 2019.

Next up then was a fabulous trip to Asia, taking in Kuala Lumpur, Jungle trekking in Malaysia, the paradise island of Tioman, and the thrilling experience of seeing Singapore for the first time. All of it was brilliant, but Singapore in particular is unfinished business.

Our only foreign city break this year was Geneva, in November.

We finished the year in Mexico, partly in Oaxaca and partly in Puerto Escondido, both truly wonderful destinations in their own right, but with a foodie experience well worthy of the title of our blog! Mexico overlapped into 2019, so we’re up and running.

So what’s in store in 2019 now? Well, there’s a Budapest weekend; a 10-day trip to Jordan, and the resurrected Puglia trip already on the calendar, but there’ll be plenty more, plus, all things being equal, this might just be our last year at work before that travelling dream becomes reality.

Birmingham City Gas Street Basin barges and pubs

Birmingham City
Padstow Harbour Cornwall seagulls and fishing boats
Padstow Harbour
Kuala Lumpur Malaysia
Kuala Lumpur
Tioman Island beach shack Malaysia South China Sea
Tioman Island
Oaxaca Mexico, churches & buildings
Oaxaca Mexico

Faces of the world

Seaweed farm in Zanzibar

Like we said in our last blog post, it’s uncanny how you can capture the spirit, and the memories, of a place, by simply capturing in shot, a face, or body, of someone, sometimes completely unintentionally. Sometimes it’s someone you met, more often than not, it isn’t. It’s only when you look back, you see the face, the memories flood back. One face, one image, and you are transported back into the moment.

Let’s start with the one above. We’d taken a bus across Zanzibar to a remote east coast beach at Paje, not knowing of the existence of the seaweed farm where ladies like the one above worked all day, sitting all day in the water, reaping the harvest.

The second pic, below, is on a road trip across Bengal, where these cheeky boys just wanted to be in camera shot…

Cheeky Bengal boys in photograph

We were travelling way out from Kolkata, heading for the Sunderbans mangrove swamps, when the roads ran out, and the only way on was this overloaded dugout, full of locals returning to their own mangrove island after going to market. Their faces reflect their surprise at seeing two white people on the “ferry”….

Overloaded mangrove swamp boat

The next two shots are in Dar-Es-Salaam, Tanzania. When the fishing boat comes in, there’s nowhere to dock, so the only way to get the fish ashore is a human chain, standing fully clothed in the water, passing the buckets of fish from man to man. From there, there is no further journey, the fish market is right on the shore, and the guy in the second shot was only too happy to stop and pose as he filleted the fresh fish….

Fishing fleet arrives in Dar Es salaam

Dar Es salaam fish market

Skoura in Morocco was a stunning destination, a small Berber village close to the awesome Dades Gorge and on the very edge of the Sahara; after Skoura there is nothing, pretty much for ever. We were lucky enough to catch market day, where this Berber was looking to sell his wares….

Berber shepherd on market day

Sometimes the fish are so plentiful that all you need to do is drag a big net through the ocean, on foot. This lady is in Bakkhali….

The ease of fishing in Bengal

There’s not many better experiences than being in a bar where you are the only travellers and nobody cares, because it’s locals night. They’ve brought the instruments, they strike up. They play, you listen. They’re not playing for you, they’re not playing for tourists, they’re playing because it’s their night. Spanish guitars, dancing ladies. This was a brilliant night….

Impromptu music in Spanish bar

We were trekking through Ait Mansour, an oasis in deepest Morocco. We thought we wouldn’t see anyone all day, then we stumbled on Omar’s commune, where a small group of travellers from around the world were helping the oasis dwellers build an irrigation system. Omar taught us how to make herbal tea….

Berber shepherd making herbal tea

Driving down from Dikili to Foca in Turkey, we took a random detour up into the mountains, with no idea of the good fortune our detour would bring. The tiny village we approached was alive with action, and to our delight we were called in to join the celebrations, which turned out to be the celebration of a young lad who had reached puberty. The party was to celebrate his impending circumcision. The villagers were as amused by our presence as we were astonished at our luck…

Circumcision celebration in Turkish village

An inevitable stop on the roads across India is the tea or chai stop. This wonderfully photogenic lady provided not just tea but tasty sugary bites on our long journey…

Roadside tea on Indian road trip

Varanasi is perhaps the most stirring, incredible place we have visited so far, every instinct and every sense is tested, your comfort zone is a distant memory. Cremations before your eyes, masses drinking filthy water from the sacred river…..and on and on. There’s a million photos we could share, but this guy’s distant look kind of sums it all up…

On the ghats at Varanasi

And to finish… We’d long since left Varanasi, been to the mangrove swamps, and ended up in the seriously unfamiliar territory of Bakkhali on the Bengal coast, where people came and touched our skin, simply because they hadn’t seen aliens like us before. There, just a hundred yards from families on the beach, one family cremated a relative, burning the body and floating her out to sea. As the “party” broke up, two ladies stopped before us. Did they want to show their mettle by posing for us? We don’t know, but this photograph, knowing what their last few moments had entailed, is awesome.

Dignity in mourning

Many things make travel wonderful. People are one major aspect…

Faces of Mexico

Mexican lady in market of Ocotlan Oaxaca Mexico

Photographs of people’s faces can be so evocative of travel; somehow you can capture the spirit and image of a place with a single shot of someone. But of course it’s not always the right thing to do, and as an independent traveller, learning how to respect the local people, and their beliefs, is an essential part of getting closer to their culture. Taking direct photographs can offend, in some parts of the world there is a genuine dislike, and in some parts of Asia in particular, there is a belief that each photograph steals a part of the soul.

Then of course there are those who want money for a photograph, and then there are those who are very happy to be captured on film.

The Oaxaca region of Mexico is so full of evocative faces. The valleys surrounding the city are home to the descendants of 16 different indigenous tribes, each with their own appearance, dialect and culture. Apparently the locals can tell at a glance which tribe someone heralds from, we didn’t quite get that far but it’s impossible to miss some of the more distinctive features. Some look very much like we imagine so called “Red Indians” to look (there’s cowboys too!); some are short and squat with wider faces; some of the older ladies, presumably from a particular tribe, keep their hair very long and plaited, and then tie the ends of the plaits together with an oversized and brightly coloured ribbon.

There is no racist element to this identification process; on the contrary, it is the immense pride in heritage that keeps the distinctive looks alive.

We managed to capture some shots of faces which we think evoke the spirit and the memories of the vibrant city of Oaxaca. Some are reproduced here.

Street hawker in Oaxaca Mexico

Local man in Ocotlan Oaxaca Mexico

In the market Oaxaca Mexico