Day: April 16, 2011

  • Sounds good on Paper – top ten

    Italy

    I’m changing the name of my blog to “Sounds Good on Paper.”

    The reason…because all travel sounds good on paper, at least to me.     We’ve done so many things that sounded so good on paper.  It’s funny how the fantasy of travel can be so different than the reality. Not that it’s worse than planned, but almost always different.

    Here are some travel related things we’ve done that sounded so good on paper and turned out so differently than planned.

     

    1. Live in Italy for a year on a tourist visa.

    On paper – We’ll move to Italy with eight pieces of luggage, a tandem and tourist visas.  We’ll hop over the border every three months to renew our visa.

    Reality – Turns out after three months you have to leave Western Europe all together for the next three months. We ended up moving to Malta. I had never even heard of Malta before moving there.

    Malta – not too shabby

    2. Take a tandem bicycle to Europe.

    On paper – We’ll take romantic rides all over Italy, have picnics.

    Reality – Tandems are long and don’t fit in most rental cars and no taxi’s. Winter in Italy is not a good time to ride a bike.  Malta and Sevilla are not good places to ride tandems.  It took us eight months and a move to northern Spain before we ever went for a bike ride.

    3. Take malaria medicine for 6 months while traveling SE Asia.

    On  paper –  The chance of going crazy from the malaria medicine is small.   Besides, if either of us goes crazy we’ll see warning signs and stop taking the medicine.

    Reality – I pretty much went crazy overnight. Poor Jeff had to deal with Thailand, Malaysia and a crazy wife who couldn’t function for over a month.

    4. Visit a monkey forest in Bali

    On paper – We’ll see amazing temples and baboons in a sacred forest.

    Reality – I got in a fight with a baboon, Jeff took the monkey’s side. I’m still mad about it.

     

    5.  Learn Thai language in Bangkok

    On Paper – We would take a week long intensive language course.  We’d learn the language for a richer, local experience.

    Reality – I had a panic attack on the taxi ride to class, and it went downhill from there. Turns out Thai is really hard.

     

    6. Travel through southern India in April

    On paper – Off season is the best time to visit India. Sure it’s hot, but we’re from Chicago. We can handle hot and humid.

    Reality – No we can’t.  India is a special kind of hot, only a few degrees cooler than hell.

     

    7. Take Jeff’s racing bike to Argentina

    On paper – Jeff will ride through idyllic mountain roads with malbec vineyards and gauchos.

    Reality – The bike suitcase is too big to fit in taxi’s and buses .  The idyllic roads are too dangerous. He’s told he will get mugged and the bike stolen if he rides on those roads.

    8. Live in Argentina, travel throughout South America

    On paper – We’ll rent a cheap apartment in Argentina.  On weekends we’ll fly to all the other countries.  It will be so cheap it will almost be free.

    Reality – Airfare is expensive.  South America is big.   Buses are cheap, but 50 hours on a bus on way? I’m too old for that.  We’ll see those other countries on some other trip.

    9. Ride an elephant in Thailand

    On paper – We’ll sit in a little chair on an elephant and ride through through the forest, cross a river, laugh our heads off

    Reality – No chair on elephant, Jeff told to stand on elephant’s neck, elephant doesn’t like Americans standing on its neck, begged to get off elephant after five minutes. Scared to death.

    10. Camp on beach in Baja, Mexico.

    On paper -We’ll camp on deserted sandy beach, no one in sight, just us and the sea.

    Reality –  Spent first night with locals driving up and down beach in a pickup truck yelling at us.  Following nights spent looking for biggest, best lit, most Canadian RV to camp next to.

  • Wind – Mendoza style


    It’s hard to take a photo of wind, so here is a photo of me in the wind.   This isn’t just any old wind. This is me facing the camera in a Viento Zonda.    We first heard of Viento Zonda in Salta. Jeff’s cycling friends told him about it.  It’s a dry hot wind from the Andes.   Coming from the Midwest where there are tornadoes and Seattle where there are wind storms, we weren’t impressed. We thought it was kind of cute that the Argentinians would name their winds.  We kept waiting to experience a Viento Zonda.

    We should have known something was up today when this was the forecast on weather.com

    Any time “widespread dust” is the forecast and the sun is blurred out and brown, you know it’s a weird day.  We went outside and it was unusually warm and windy. But, the wind felt great, warm instead of cold.

    View from our balcony. Everything looks normal.

    As we drank our coffee on our balcony the wind picked up.   We have a great view of the Andes, and by looking at them, you’d never guess that they are causing this crazy wind.   My friend Nati explains both the reason for it and the mythology behind it on her blog  Nomadic Behavior.

    After breakfast we went off to workout – Jeff on his bike, me to the gym.   After a few blocks I understood what Viento Zonda feels like.   If Hell is windy it feels like this.  If you put a wind tunnel in your oven, and opened the oven door it would feel like this.  If you had a giant hair dryer and tried to blow your hair on a sand dune it would feel like this.    The dry hot wind whips up all the dust and throws it in your face. It should be called Viento Antipatico. (nasty wind).

    By the time I walked home from the gym, my eyes were burning. My hair was full of leaves, and my lungs felt like they would explode.  Luckily Jeff gave up on his ride minutes after starting.

    We watched from inside our apt as the wind whipped the trees around, kicked up dust and blasted us with hot dry air.  Luckily, this one wasn’t bad. There wasn’t any damage. Afterward,  it was weird to see Mendoza’s normally pristine streets full of leaves.

    But, strangely, a lot of leaves blew into neat piles.

    So, while it is kind of nice that they name their winds in Argentina, there is nothing cute about a dry, hot wind whipping dust and leaves in your face and down into your lungs.  Next time the forecast calls for widespread dust I’m staying inside.