<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199</id><updated>2024-09-07T11:00:59.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TraVeL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-6357075477118765553</id><published>2011-09-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:26:40.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and noshing through the Holy Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0MfRR-KhweW8S2bazl-8DEk4nTfMZT-sxKkyZXop7DYTq5W41Xee0aoTHqrymQyQQpQuHDXKw8wQFBocnD6ZuuJgkmDOPxu0F4S8LUxDq8iIjeY1PVCw9LqYsGkeGaYGRhknHZaNJiPU/s1600/13146516948582923186_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0MfRR-KhweW8S2bazl-8DEk4nTfMZT-sxKkyZXop7DYTq5W41Xee0aoTHqrymQyQQpQuHDXKw8wQFBocnD6ZuuJgkmDOPxu0F4S8LUxDq8iIjeY1PVCw9LqYsGkeGaYGRhknHZaNJiPU/s1600/13146516948582923186_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From the walled city of Jerusalem to the otherworldly landscape of the  Dead Sea, and from the vivacious beaches of Tel Aviv to the historic  streets of Jaffa, there are many sights and activities in Israel, but  spending your time shopping means taking home the tastes, smells and  wares of the Holy Land.In the Muslim quarter of Jerusalem’s Old City,  between the many holy sites, are tiny, crowded alleyways packed with  bazaars. Glittering garments and hand painted pottery spill out onto the  walkways, sharing the cramped space with old women selling freshly  picked vine leaves ready to be stuffed with meats and vegetables. You  will rub shoulders with locals and tourists, and there is a refreshing  lack of attention paid to patrons. Unlike some markets, you will not  hear calls of prices and bargains from the vendors here; no one will  yell at you to buy their goods. But it will be hard pass up the  temptation to take home some leather sandals or aromatic spices to  remind you of your travels.When you need a break from shopping and  sightseeing, cool down with an ice-cold juice from one of the many  stands found all over Israel and Palestine. In Old Jerusalem one such  traditional hummus place offers an unbeatable and affordable feast. Abu  Shukriintersection of Via Dolorosaand Al Wad Road; 972-2-627-1538, is  small and has cracked and worn tables, but the service is friendly and  quick and the hummus is perfectly smooth and flavourful. For a cheap and  memorable meal, try the &lt;em&gt;foul&lt;/em&gt;, a dish of mashed fava beans, and the homemade pickles served with piping hot pita bread, followed by a mint teaIn west Jerusalem, the sprawling coveredfood  market is full of gorgeous fresh meats, cheeses, fruits and vegetables  being picked over mainly by locals. The prices are average and the  goods, like the hot golden rounds of bread fresh from the oven,  sprinkled generously with sesame seeds and piles of plump, ripe figs,  are as beautiful to look at as they are delicious.Find a perch at the Topolino café(62 Agripas; 972-2-6622-3466Italian restaurant specializing in seafood and homemade pizzas and pastas. It is a great spot to watch people, busses and cars whiz past whileenjoying olives and a glass of wine. Delicious chocolate truffles are served with the bill.Ha Carmel Marketlocated  in the centre of town on Ha Carmel and Allenby Streets, is the largest  open air market in Tel Aviv. The rambling market’s vendors hawk a mix of  souvenirsjewellery, T-shirts, woven sandals and candy, but what sets it apart are theimpressive fruit and vegetable standsTables  groan under the weight of mountains of grapes, cherries, eggplant,  radishes, peppers, olives and okra, when in season. Continue past the  golden mounds of baklava and heaps of freshly baked bread to another  section where local artists sell their paintings and handmade crafts.  The market is open during week, but is at its most heaving on Fridays.End your one-stop shopping spree at Restaurant Gadera26&lt;em&gt;26 &lt;/em&gt;GederaStreet&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;adjacent to the market at the intersection of Allenby and KingGeorge Streets; 972-3-5100164,  an adorable little spot with a friendly staff offering a unique fusion  of Mediterranean and European specialties made with fresh local and  seasonal ingredients. Its variety of boutique Israeli beers and wines  are best sampled with a selection of delectable  during happy hour&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6357075477118765553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/shopping-and-noshing-through-holy-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6357075477118765553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6357075477118765553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/shopping-and-noshing-through-holy-land.html' title='Shopping and noshing through the Holy Land'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0MfRR-KhweW8S2bazl-8DEk4nTfMZT-sxKkyZXop7DYTq5W41Xee0aoTHqrymQyQQpQuHDXKw8wQFBocnD6ZuuJgkmDOPxu0F4S8LUxDq8iIjeY1PVCw9LqYsGkeGaYGRhknHZaNJiPU/s72-c/13146516948582923186_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-8578836773202774860</id><published>2011-09-03T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:20:56.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical destinations Trondheim Norway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnaOrWivugtlFvGuL6Eg94cT0Q7VJloYQ-lsOddHqQFVv-NvWygDOfaJxvq80T2N27Yn7bBoO9bSMjzSOXhzEoV-ZKQLKySgHyvnFPE-jyHqGFSBBo8HfRbb7_O6GcVvuoU9DNFJQYamj/s1600/131471748318987835632_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnaOrWivugtlFvGuL6Eg94cT0Q7VJloYQ-lsOddHqQFVv-NvWygDOfaJxvq80T2N27Yn7bBoO9bSMjzSOXhzEoV-ZKQLKySgHyvnFPE-jyHqGFSBBo8HfRbb7_O6GcVvuoU9DNFJQYamj/s1600/131471748318987835632_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the opening night of Norway’s Trondheim kammermusikkfestival everyone  is included; even the harbourside boats get a look-in, sounding their  horns as part of a musical celebration of ‘sounds of the town’. They  almost upstage a spotlit musician, Bergmund Skaslien, who has been  suspended upside-down from a crane with his viola. This, the culmination  of an evening of quirky musical spectacle, has seen violinist Daniel  Hope encourage the crowds to join in with Steve Reich’s Clapping Music,  while festival composerhas performed pieces from his opera GomorraBoat horns aside, what is exceptional about the Trondheim Festival, and why it draws such outstanding namesDaniel  Hope and Norwegian piano hero Leif Ove Andsnes on stage together for  the first time – is this expertly crafted mix of genres. ‘There  shouldn’t be a division between a contemporary music festival and achamber music festival,’ insists artistic director Sigmund Tveteviolinist  himself, and a founding member of the Trondheim Soloists, he explains  how the festival has grown out of the city’s pioneering development of  young musicians back in the 1970s. As one of this system’s first  generation, along with festival director Vegar Snøfugl, hewent on to  form the Soloists in 1988 followed by the festival, which is now in its  16th year and runs alongside an International Chamber MusicCompetition.  As a young performer, having seen how old some UK musical society  audiences were, Tvete Vik was keen to try something new. ‘We wanted to  show the young generation that chamber music can be so much more than  just Mozart, so we wanted to integrate the whole thing.Another benefit to the city is the close proximity of its festival venueswhich sees festival goers hurrying from one concert to the next, dodgingflurries of bicycles these have right of way on Norwegian pavementsOne  of the most striking venues is Nidaros Cathedral. Building began in  1070 over the tomb of St Olav, the region’s Viking ruler who converted  to Christianity. Nearby in the shopping centre his 18-metre statue gazes  down the street as townsfolk stock up on their daily goods. I’d beenthat  one of the many saint statues on the cathedral’s west wall had a  ‘restored’ face of Bob Dylan but I couldn’t find him among the heavenly  host. Impressive enough in the day, at night – midnight to be precise –  the dimly lit cathedral holds an atmospheric festival concert by its own  Girls’ Choir, performing works led by percussionist Hans-Kristian Kjos  Sørenson. Folk music and eerie choral swishing noises mingle as the  choristers perform his work Improvisasjon.Another night time concert, in  the 12th-century Archbishop’s Palace, sees Daniel Hope take a whirlwind  tour through Baroque music on his 1769 Gagliano violin. A festival  director himself, he knows what makes a good festival tick. ‘The  Trondheim Festival is about connecting worlds and about looking at music  in its context. The programming here is brave and exciting and that’s  why I like coming. It’s a town thriving on music.’ Hope mentions that  there’s another famous Brit in town: he’s spotted John Cleese and can’t  resist suggesting that perhaps he was ‘pining for the fjordsIt’s not often you can hear a concert by the great trumpeter, Håkan Hardenberger, and meet the composer, too, who hascomposed a work, Exposed Throat2000especially for himpieces in his repertoire by living composers, he isplaying  them, so that means he is bringing living music to the world.’ And  that’s what is so refreshing about Trondheim: a look around reveals how  the programming draws a wide mix of agesproof that the festival is planning for future generations.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8578836773202774860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/musical-destinations-trondheim-norway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/8578836773202774860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/8578836773202774860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/musical-destinations-trondheim-norway.html' title='Musical destinations Trondheim Norway'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnaOrWivugtlFvGuL6Eg94cT0Q7VJloYQ-lsOddHqQFVv-NvWygDOfaJxvq80T2N27Yn7bBoO9bSMjzSOXhzEoV-ZKQLKySgHyvnFPE-jyHqGFSBBo8HfRbb7_O6GcVvuoU9DNFJQYamj/s72-c/131471748318987835632_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-3406368929795138744</id><published>2011-09-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:15:36.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The scariest spots around the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmG7HUWk-wYESk1q3OKGlDM02Oa8VgOdrcaH1lt0kXE7taAavTVtvTJjs9T2f-BtyMAU5akEicN0G2rsRFE2gyMU0zvIJuvMaclErJ6CP9VSPW4A_cjG3LhxVKFUWJjXxmLmD8ORlZkck-/s1600/131405808425280791440_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmG7HUWk-wYESk1q3OKGlDM02Oa8VgOdrcaH1lt0kXE7taAavTVtvTJjs9T2f-BtyMAU5akEicN0G2rsRFE2gyMU0zvIJuvMaclErJ6CP9VSPW4A_cjG3LhxVKFUWJjXxmLmD8ORlZkck-/s1600/131405808425280791440_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;floating gardencovered with thehundreds of dollsscrounged  rubbish piles, the dolls were hung from trees to keep away evil spirits  and remember the drowning death of a young girl. According to Barrera,  the dolls he planted and hung around the chinampa were still alive, but  forgotten by their owners. While alive, Barrera would move the dolls  around the island from different trees, creating a chilling sight. The  chinampa is accessible by boat and the dolls are still around, despite  Barrera’s death in 1992.The groundswere already a popular burial  destination, due to a monk sprinkling the cemetery with dirt from  Golgotha (location where the crucifixion of Jesus wasto occurTocope with  demand, a large church was built and thus began 400 years of exhuming  bodies for a very unique form of interior design. Around 1870, a  woodcarver named František Rint organised all the bones into elaborate  and chilling sculptures, chandeliers and coat-of-arms. The Ossuary has  since become one of the most popular tourist destinations in the Czech  Republic.You may have some issues accessing this small, narrow tunnel  located on a naval base in Yokosuka, Japan, but between midnight and 1  am on rainy nights a samurai apparently keen on revenging his master  will appear. Surprisingly shy, this warrior only appears to solo  travellers, and there areexpats that left the tunnel disappointed. Some believehis spirit is unsettled as he is unable to finish a task for his master and loyalty prevents him from finding peaceBirds  of a feather are not the only ones who flock together. On a lonely hill  fort in 1831, people planted crosses to remember loved ones who died in  an uprising against the Russian empire. Over time, with more skirmishes  and unrest, became popular as a place for prayer, remembrance, resistance and even more crossesAs of today, there are well over 100,000 crosses teetering over oneanother,  punctuated with small religious statues, rosaries and portraits. It has  withstood repeated attempts to remove the crosses, including  bulldozing. Though it appears out of this world and spooky, it is, at  heart, a peaceful location earning plaudits After losing her husband and  young child, Sarah Winchester became convinced that spirits were  cursing her family due to the guns made by the Winchester family empire.  To remedy this, she located an unfinished farm and commenced building around the clock. Construction work on what became knownnever ceased during her lifetime (not even for a minute), with Sarah believing it would stave off angry spirits.,  the four-storey home with 160 rooms is open to the public, in San Jose,  California. It is a confusing array of rooms, doors that open to walls  and non-functioning bathrooms. Look out for Mrs Winchester’s favourite  flourishes; the number 13 and spider webs.Abandoned in 1986, Pripyat  was established as a city for workers at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power  Plant. Evacuated after the devastating meltdown, the Ukrainian city has  existed in standstill, a picture of slow dilapidation. With no  maintenance performed on buildings, roofs fall, water leaks and trees  grow through floors.&lt;br /&gt;
Some people have travelled through to take  photos and measure radioactivity levels in the area, but this is an  adventure best left to the experts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sepang is situated in Malaysia’s richest  and most developed state, Selangor, which is often referred to as the  gateway to Malaysia; Port Klang, the country’s largest port, and the  Kuala Lumpur International Airport are both located there.&lt;br /&gt;
Surrounding  the Federal Territories of Kuala Lumpur and Putrajaya, Selangor&#39;s  strategic location boosts its appeal as the preferred holiday  destination for the rising middle class Malaysians and foreign tourists.  Sepang Goldcoast is a mere 30-minute drive from the airport and just  over an hour from the capital.&lt;br /&gt;
Local attractions include the  stone-carved Hindu temples in the Batu Caves, the aboriginal communities  at Pulau Carey and international sporting events like Formula One and  yacht races. But the standout attraction at the moment is the Gold Palmwhich opened last summer.From the air, close to 400 villas fan out into the ocean in the shape of agiant palm tree, much in Dubai -a  grandiose development that has been plagued with problems from its  inception. Malaysian Tourism officials are counting on the bold resort  development to be the jewel in their tourism crown rather than an  international embarrassment.Rooms start a RM800, a reasonable rate  compared to similar over-water villas in destinations like the Maldives.  When completed, sometime over the next decade, Sepang Goldcoast will  have resorts, amusement parks, a marina, floating market and wildlife  habitats. Besides sun worshiping, planned local activities include  surfing, canoeing, kayaking canopy walks and yoga.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7912564379051891687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/maldives-meets-dubai-in-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7912564379051891687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7912564379051891687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/maldives-meets-dubai-in-malaysia.html' title='The Maldives meets Dubai, in Malaysia'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj596z_rF6L-xgHadxwKn2TKSRCENEjvCB4Bclml8P3KnoqeE-JM_-8stBYi5C9o2NxeRAcBPwHwScRV-OfV-ElOIqW6_uu_J2oOxk4bW1ICYffyvVsXb6Ih_u_Fq27n-ZgxpSaSBwV66pF/s72-c/131488838118321318657_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-3538071150214789624</id><published>2011-09-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:47:31.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Shangri-La</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsd2n_le4X72BcF8h8WSn8meh5SwFKNHXfhVaSTtvgaEz_PvCqysBu2p2MVPhOQJPnzCmui-67DYviAsLsQqs1-Oi6Lq2PSwJR53H3A8mXTMBFLzFpvSfkjhFQEcXI1sQZ_weeUcm9X1ny/s1600/13122520345238713256_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsd2n_le4X72BcF8h8WSn8meh5SwFKNHXfhVaSTtvgaEz_PvCqysBu2p2MVPhOQJPnzCmui-67DYviAsLsQqs1-Oi6Lq2PSwJR53H3A8mXTMBFLzFpvSfkjhFQEcXI1sQZ_weeUcm9X1ny/s1600/13122520345238713256_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here,  traffic lights do not exist (there was one set in capital Thimphu, but  they were removed for being unfriendly), strict conservation laws mean  trees still cover almost 75% of the country, and productivity is  measured in Gross National Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
This is a land of awesome mountains – some of the highest in the world – thick-forested valleys and imposing &lt;em&gt;dzong&lt;/em&gt;,  monastery fortifications often perched on cliffsides. It is a place  where landscapes are dotted with blue poppies, snow leopards and  innumerable banners of bright flapping prayer flags.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, prayers.  Bhutan takes its Buddhism seriously. The religion pervades all levels of  life, resulting in peaceful temples, red-robed monks scurrying along  the streets, a mind-blowing number of deities and legends, and a  widespread belief in practicing kindness and loving to all sentient  beingsParadise does not come cheap. In order to maintain the  country’s pristine nature and spiritual integrity, the Government  charges a hefty minimum fee to enter the country. Currently, visitors in  peak season (February to May and August to December) must pay at least  $200 per person per night; in the low season (January and June to July)  the fee is $165. The government plans to increase the rate to $250 in  2012&lt;br /&gt;
This cost covers virtually all your expenses: accommodation,  meals, a licensed Bhutanese guide, internal transport and trekking  arrangements, should you wish to stretch your legs (the country offers  some of the best hiking in the Himalayas).&lt;br /&gt;
But accommodation is  not all encompassing. There are some super-luxurious properties in  Bhutan that will set you back significantly, on top of the fee. But  stays under canvas or in more mid-range lodgings should be covered.&lt;br /&gt;
Also  note, higher fees apply if you do not travel as a group: single  travellers pay an extra $40 per night, on top of the minimum day rate;  couples an extra $30 per person per night. So you might want to find  some like-minded friends...&lt;br /&gt;
A guide, and likely a separate driver, come as standard in Bhutan. Independent travel is forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;
If there is something you particularly want to experience – a certain &lt;em&gt;tsechu&lt;/em&gt;  (festival) or maybe an archery lesson (the national sport) – you can  tailor-make a trip with the help of a specialist tour operator. But all  itineraries must be approved by Bhutan’s Tourism Council, and  accompanied by a local guide.&lt;br /&gt;
Your tour operator will also arrange  your transport to Bhutan – you cannot book flights independently.  Bhutan has just one international airport, at Paro (a scenic, if  white-knuckle, landing amid the mountains); flights on national carrier  Druk Air fly in from Nepal, India and Thailand. It is also possible to  enter overland, but you will still need your travel plans – itinerary,  visa, etc – arranged in advance by a tour operator&lt;br /&gt;
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The most picturesque and romantic area of the city is Mala Strana, on  the banks of the Vltava River, home to Prague Castle and St Vitus  Cathedral. For those who want nightlife, the packed streets of Old Town  are the right spot, along with the New Town, which is, in fact, quite  old. Many expats look to residential neighbourhoods that are close to  the centre, such as Vinohrady, Holesovice, Hrebenkach and Orechovka. And  many new residents with families live close to where the international  schools are located, usually no more than 15 or 20 minutes from the city  centre. The English International School is in Libus, the French school  is in Smichov, and the German school is in Jinonice.&lt;br /&gt;
Others, like  Russians, tend to buy close to the Russian Embassy or in new  developments in Stodulky in Prague 5. Prague’s neighbourhoods are also  grouped together into 22 numbered district, with Prague 1 covering most  of the centre and Old Town, and the other numbers radiating out from  there.&lt;br /&gt;
Many people have weekend cottages around the countryside that are within 100km of Prague. The rivers Vltava, Berounka and Sazavatributary of the Vltava Riverare  popular for day trips, and the mountains are favourite weekend  getaways, like the Jizera and Krkonose Mountains on the border with  Poland or south to Sumava the Bohemian Forest range on the borders with  Germany and Austria. Or drive to see the castles in Moravia or the spa  town of Karlovy Vary, now host to an international film festival every  July.Prague’s central European location makes it a relatively easy train  journey to Berlin and other German and Polish cities, as well as points  south like Vienna, Salzburg and Budapest. The airport is served by 50  international airlines travelling to 130 destinations, and it is about  two hours to London and an eight to nine hour flight to New York&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/621348594469463235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-in-prague.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/621348594469463235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/621348594469463235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/living-in-prague.html' title='Living in Prague'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20ewxhk2QlsEslmpiCtSiYt2tTZimF5GSX0rC-eSYyNsueXeKyBjO7ZP4jLV7R2VxRAdddfPQhO6DaxK6_-bJ-ZazVM5JwgQfxkbd91RWmRYvPUd8-QNrCGMGI-wz2IV8ChMaKMPKIN42/s72-c/131283089713165510396_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-6337754917405338815</id><published>2011-09-01T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:38:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One to five nights in Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopueKDksnDURXu92jnTkfBsbdVopx-OZ0iojU1GnSa4m0OkdZzUQ3kKyItBzvkHklk1a2oDXau8S1gZJb-OP0VMy-cNAC47zlILZscvJsDChVjY41Jf3OUidzBJWzhV2BI8Hvcaoo2yoo/s1600/13129923896141945852_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;169&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopueKDksnDURXu92jnTkfBsbdVopx-OZ0iojU1GnSa4m0OkdZzUQ3kKyItBzvkHklk1a2oDXau8S1gZJb-OP0VMy-cNAC47zlILZscvJsDChVjY41Jf3OUidzBJWzhV2BI8Hvcaoo2yoo/s320/13129923896141945852_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Escape the sweltering East Coast heatprivate-island resort tucked under the shade of lush palms to protect your million-dollar smile.Drizzle  yourself in opulence in a Luxury Bayfront Room made for two for one  ($125) three ($375) or five nights ($625). Included in your escape is  breakfast each morning for two, all of your resort fees, and a 20%  discount on spa services, so you can lift your pinkie with the best of  them.You will be living the life of Forbes magazine cover models while  being shuttled around Grove Isle&#39;s luxurious 20 acres. Spoil your  regular fitness routine at one of 12 tennis courts iForget standing in line: the 85-slip marina will have you yacht-loaded and sea-bound in record timeAfter a day of affluence on the water, take your sun-drenched skin toLavish yourself in the Waterfall Watsu Pool — one of only a few on the coastas  you float in the arms of your personal massage therapist. Channel your  inner diva as they massage muscles, mobilize joints, and stretch tissues  after a long evening of soaking inMiami&#39;s vibrantNever question your VIP status&lt;br /&gt;
This  posh dining experience can be enjoyed anywhere throughout the  pristinely private island you have been strutting through-next to the  pool, under a palm tree, in the sand or your guest room.&lt;br /&gt;
Epicureans  delight in a menu chock-full of gourmet dishes like peach-marinated  grilled cobia, dry-aged New York strip, and roasted Chilean seabass.&lt;br /&gt;
As long as you can wield off autograph requests from island co-inhabitants&lt;br /&gt;
like Mariah Carey and Oprahwe can dream, right?  this indulgent escape will have you tossing bills and popping bottles.  Best of luck getting your feet back on the ground upon departure.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6337754917405338815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-to-five-nights-in-miami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6337754917405338815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6337754917405338815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-to-five-nights-in-miami.html' title='One to five nights in Miami'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopueKDksnDURXu92jnTkfBsbdVopx-OZ0iojU1GnSa4m0OkdZzUQ3kKyItBzvkHklk1a2oDXau8S1gZJb-OP0VMy-cNAC47zlILZscvJsDChVjY41Jf3OUidzBJWzhV2BI8Hvcaoo2yoo/s72-c/13129923896141945852_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-1251357720740625713</id><published>2011-09-01T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:35:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris the inside story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTSCSXXKz3TBT8a3UuAyHyImb1Z-_G8-LYBT1NHigu4-t8dmf2uhICrO_juKV9YoC9JylbYR0qm7PF1pWuyWhCP0aZTELbuiGb7I6Y8f44riNeX9m8RE3g-y0-V-A8ZDqvuPigJISfYYw/s1600/13143832366871312964_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTSCSXXKz3TBT8a3UuAyHyImb1Z-_G8-LYBT1NHigu4-t8dmf2uhICrO_juKV9YoC9JylbYR0qm7PF1pWuyWhCP0aZTELbuiGb7I6Y8f44riNeX9m8RE3g-y0-V-A8ZDqvuPigJISfYYw/s1600/13143832366871312964_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Come with us to discover the most beautiful interiors in the City of Light, and the stories that shaped themis  one of Paris’s grandest department stores. At its heart there lies an  architectural masterwork: la coupole – the dome – soars 33 metres above a  sea of French boutiques, from Dior and Chanel to Lacoste and Lancôme.The  schematic drawing of the dome in the store directory makes it look as  if a ballistic missile is lodged vertically, ready to launch. Conceived  in 1912 by architect Ferdinand Chanut, the stained-glass structure rises  dizzily in 10 sections, the peacock array of panels a cross between the  rich blues of Chartres Cathedral’s stained-glass windows and the  riotous reds and oranges of a ’50s jukebox. Three tiers of arched  balconies overlook the generous expanse below, their railings worked in  elaborate wrought iron traceryA century ago, business at Galeries  Lafayette depended almost entirely on French textiles. That has all  changed today, but a French commitment to le patrimoine national – the  national heritage – lives on in la coupole. ‘The 10 coats of arms around  the base of the dome represent the 10 French cities that were most  important in the textile industry,’ explains Marion Lacoume of the  store’s archives department. ‘Lyon for silk, Amiens for velvet, and so  on.’This extravagance was all part of a plan to outdo a nearby  archrival, Printemps, whose own glass-and-ironwork-covered atrium rose  six stories, and the feel of a Byzantine bazaar was intended to urge  clients into a buying frenzy within a dreamlike environment. The  so-called ‘midinettes’ – girls working in the area who would hurry their  lunch to allow more time for shopping – responded with fervour, and the  store’s fortunes flourishedIncreasingly, the site became a landmark. At  the height of her career in 1950, Edith Piaf sang at Galeries Lafayette  to boost post-war spirits. The street outside was closed to traffic and  an enormous crowd gathered before an outdoor stage to listen to her  sing La Vie en Rose. Paris Come with us to discover the most beautiful  interiors in the City of Light, and the stories that shaped themHoused in a 17th-century house on the busy rue du Bac, the venerable  one of Paris’s oldest continually operating shops. The ground floor is  given over to lovely gardening equipment, from calfskin gardening gloves  to stainless-steel bulb planters, but the real show is upstairs – a  cabinet de curiosités like no other.Pale green walls with delicate gold  stencilling grace a formal salon filled with stuffed animals. Zebras,  lions, bears, birds, and antelope are arranged as if at a cocktail party  – the animals’ lifelike air is both disconcerting and droll, as though  they had finally prevailed and displaced humans. Woody Allen got the  joke and imagined a surrealist wedding party in these rooms for his  latest film, Midnight in Paris.The original founder, Jean-Baptiste  Deyrolle, a noted taxidermist and entomologist, started the business in  1831 on the rue de la Monnaie. Fifty years later, his grandson Emile  moved Deyrolle to its present address, and today rooms are still filled  with collections of insects, shells, geodescrystal rock formationsand butterfliesall for salein wooden display cabinets that recall those of the Muséum national d’Histoire naturelle across town.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1251357720740625713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/paris-inside-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/1251357720740625713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/1251357720740625713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/paris-inside-story.html' title='Paris the inside story'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTSCSXXKz3TBT8a3UuAyHyImb1Z-_G8-LYBT1NHigu4-t8dmf2uhICrO_juKV9YoC9JylbYR0qm7PF1pWuyWhCP0aZTELbuiGb7I6Y8f44riNeX9m8RE3g-y0-V-A8ZDqvuPigJISfYYw/s72-c/13143832366871312964_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-6062238700239206102</id><published>2011-09-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:30:32.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney by the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZg_nFOmI0_-DcIuVkf7Z5H28by59Z_WMxkRS_GyI2xQ2XkAURyBsDxMBjaMDjobfeTDcTw0foEqiOHXBOj17E97hWNtFZf9VyHUYDSVK9QPH3xbpWzE66qBfTFgy8s6awrCyPw4ZM2v_/s1600/13140577942528261909_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZg_nFOmI0_-DcIuVkf7Z5H28by59Z_WMxkRS_GyI2xQ2XkAURyBsDxMBjaMDjobfeTDcTw0foEqiOHXBOj17E97hWNtFZf9VyHUYDSVK9QPH3xbpWzE66qBfTFgy8s6awrCyPw4ZM2v_/s1600/13140577942528261909_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The constant procession of beautiful bods never fails to distract.&lt;br /&gt;
Dunk  yourself in the surf, or grab a bite to eat, a bikini or some surfboard  wax on Campbell Parade. For a gorgeous view of the big sandy arc,  wander out to Ben Buckler Lookout at the northern end of the beach&lt;br /&gt;
Tracking south, the blustery sandstone cliffs and grinding Pacific Ocean  could not be more spectacular: keep an eye out for passing dolphins,  whales and rubber-clad surfers.Small but perfectly formedis next − a  deep tongue of sand popular with the generically good-looking. It is  hard to picture now, but between 1887 and 1911 a rollercoaster looped  out over the water here as part of an amusement park.Further south a  steep-sided beach ‘burb, its bowl-shaped park strewn with picnic tables  and barbecues. The swimming here is good, as are the low-key, breezy  eateries. Bronte also lays claims to the oldest surf lifesaving club in  the world1903an iconic claim in the city that mythologized lifesavers well before David Hasselhoff.Blanketing the cliff tops south of Bronte with views to-die-forliterallythe gravestones  dazzle in the sunlight. Amongst the subterranean are famous writer Henry  Lawson and cricketer Victor Trumper. It is an engrossing and strangely uncreepyplace to explore, and during the winter you may be rewarded with the sight of whales swimming offshore.&lt;br /&gt;
Continue south past the cockatoos and canoodling lovers in Burrows Park to sheltereda family favouriteFringed by concrete erracesthe beach here feels more like a swimming poola great place to dust off your snorkel.The trail continues past Gordon&#39;s Bayone of Sydney’s best shore-divespotsthen lands you smack-bang on gloriousCoogee isan Aboriginal word for rotting seaweed, but do not let that deter youbeach here is wide and handsomeSwagger into the beachsidetoast your efforts with a cold lageras the Pacific surges up onto the sand, same as it ever was.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6062238700239206102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/sydney-by-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6062238700239206102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6062238700239206102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/09/sydney-by-sea.html' title='Sydney by the sea'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoZg_nFOmI0_-DcIuVkf7Z5H28by59Z_WMxkRS_GyI2xQ2XkAURyBsDxMBjaMDjobfeTDcTw0foEqiOHXBOj17E97hWNtFZf9VyHUYDSVK9QPH3xbpWzE66qBfTFgy8s6awrCyPw4ZM2v_/s72-c/13140577942528261909_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-5375117248078695501</id><published>2011-09-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:25:58.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying I do overseas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRfi4cBMIjPMh96ScbJQ30f3HbtcI1SUdu4RW9boAqFCEkQK2QbklFvzOBsgLlyVy4N2Ft_nGYqRx-HqT62O6m9DvhHMOp-SEmVPbRLsaDYVFUkxUD-TZYroLyjopJrKEjpMOeV5ZMDiK/s1600/13146368018586924591_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRfi4cBMIjPMh96ScbJQ30f3HbtcI1SUdu4RW9boAqFCEkQK2QbklFvzOBsgLlyVy4N2Ft_nGYqRx-HqT62O6m9DvhHMOp-SEmVPbRLsaDYVFUkxUD-TZYroLyjopJrKEjpMOeV5ZMDiK/s1600/13146368018586924591_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;intro&quot;&gt;Roughly one in five couples today are shunning the  traditional church wedding in their hometown, opting for a destination  wedding on a beach, mountaintop, castle or vineyard instead. And the  trend is on the rise as couples realise that they can have their dream  wedding by going abroad.&lt;/div&gt;“With the average overseas ceremony costing less than a third of the  cost of a traditional wedding in the UK, even for a really exclusive  event, couples no longer need a big bank &lt;br /&gt;
balancewedding planning service.A  destination wedding also solves the issue of who to invite. In Asia,  many couples feel that having an intimate destination wedding is a way  to reclaim their special day, rather than feeling obliged to invite many  guests who are friends and associates of their parents.Once you have decided to get away to tie the knot, the next question is where to go.&amp;nbsp;The  Mamma Mia effect is still very much alive, leaving lots of couples  dreaming of a Greek Island wedding. Greece spoils you for choice with  its roughly 6,000 idyllic islands, with endless sands and dramatic  cliffs surrounded by aquamarine seas. As brides today favour the smaller  islands for a more intimate wedding of no more than 20 guests, pearls  like Amorgos and Kefalonia are now more fashionable than party islands  like Mykonos or Phapos.&amp;nbsp;The island country of Cyprus, located in the  eastern Mediterranean, is locally known as Aphrodite’s Isle. Where  better to get married than where legend holds the goddess of love rose  from the waves? There is sunshine nearly year round, English is widely  spoken and it is very reasonably priced. Options for all budgets range  from exclusive boutique hotels to family friendly all-inclusive  properties. Pritoras’s Fig Tree Bay and Green Bay Beach are among the  choicest areas.&amp;nbsp;The allure of the sun-drenched Caribbean is very popular  with North American couples. There are thousands of islands to choose  from, with miles of golden sandy beaches and clear blue water.Getting  married in the Caribbean also means your guests can enjoy laid back  group activities like catamaran cruises or dinners on the beach. “Most  of our clients want a location and a resort where their guests can have  unlimited access to meals included in the cost; they seem concerned with  keeping the costs down for their guests so places like Dominican  Republic and Jamaica, which have a lot of all inclusive resorts, are  very popular,explained Sandra Aarona wedding planning service.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bali is the top destination for weddings in Indonesia. The island has  a moderate, warm climate, tropical jungles and stunning Indian Ocean  views.&lt;br /&gt;
“A good number of small, bespoke wedding chapels have  sprung up on the island in recent years too, but most importantly, there  are lots of agents on the ground who handle all the marriage paperwork”  explained Jonathan Goh from Wedding Acts, a wedding planning service  based in Singapore. “The couple just needs to arrive a couple of days  before the wedding.”&lt;br /&gt;
The legalities in Thailand are not as easy as  Bali, but most couples choose this destination for its beautiful  beaches, delicious food and the warm local hospitality. Most wedding  ceremonies here will offer the choice of aBuddhist blessing, lantern lighting ceremony and perhaps hiring a baby elephanta controversial practice we do not condonePhuket and Koh Samui are the more popular destinations, but smaller islands too are coming into vogue. “With air travel these  you can bring 50 people to Thailand at a reasonable price and stay in  Thailand’s most luxurious resort, at a price that is probably half what  it would cost to get married in Europe or Sydney,” boasted Anthony Lark,  General Manager&lt;br /&gt;
The variety of this country is what makes it stand apart. Some  couples opt for a game reserve in the heart of the South African bush or  a stylish vineyard setting, but most cannot resist the lure of the  beaches that lap the country&#39;s coastline from Cape Town all the way  round to Durban.&amp;nbsp;“It&#39;s where we got married three years ago and I  think it offers all that you get from a beach wedding in the Caribbean,  but also has so much more on offer for the honeymoon and the guests --  be it a bush safari or the colourful culture and night life in Cape Town &lt;br /&gt;
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So forget about the beaches for a moment. Here are four other reasons to visit the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;
The  Philippines’ rice terraces are quite rightly touted as the eighth  wonder of the world. They were carved out of the mountainsides in North  Luzon 2,000 years ago, and it is said that if they were laid end to end  they would stretch halfway around the globe. A few of the best places to  see them are around Banaue and Batad, which are a nine-hour bus ride  north of Manila, so most travellers to the country never venture there.  Their loss! Head there to see the rice terraces’ dramatic landscape, to  experience the serene atmosphere of the mountains, to hike on paths  where you will not see another soul for days and to witness the  traditional way of life which still exists there.Tarsiers are tiny primatesso  small in fact that they can sit in the palm of your hand), which are  endemic to a few islands in Southeast Asia. They have enormous eyes,  soft velvety fur and long fingers. Think of the cute one from the  Gremlins and you are not far off. The species is endangered but some  efforts are being made to help them on the island of Bohol, which has a  sanctuary called the Tarsier Research and Development Center, where you  can go and see the little fellas.Bear with me on this. They may not be a  typical tourist attraction but the hanging coffins in Sagada are a  fascinating insight into the region’s culture. Found on the cliffsides  of a valley nestled in the mountain province, which lies 275km north of  Manila, this traditional way of burying people (which isno longer used)  is only found in a handful of places in the world. To get there requires  some dedication. The journey involves a 12-hour bus ride from the  capital, the last few hours through dramatic winding mountain passes and  unsealed roads. The area around Sagada also has great trekking, along  with waterfalls and caves to explore – some of which are burial caves so  if you are not coffin-ed out there is a chance to see a few more.the  famous Filippino smile. It may not sound like something that is worth  visiting a country for, but the old adage is true, it is the people that  make the place. Throughout the archipelago you will find people that  are friendly and curious, want to know where you are from - often  shouting out their guess - and where you are headed. When you are not  feeling in the best mood yourself, if you glance around you will always  find lots of smiles and laughter that will instantly lighten your mood.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7147675818489151559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/beyond-beaches-in-philippines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7147675818489151559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7147675818489151559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/beyond-beaches-in-philippines.html' title='Beyond the beaches in the Philippines'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-VABWXwZycBnDuB-hGUJYeM5U4Pu1rikuEv9_h-7jNyby3VgA4goggmHm5ohGWc2lrlTQSlLs97atIR4T1O1zQ1pUEK0nVYu5Bvlno9yJ_q7VpnbOCwkrE0xwIAbNXSYDhqgS0U3oeNhx/s72-c/13122522485245658867_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-4319116081460140250</id><published>2011-08-29T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:48:39.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copenhagen’s gritty alter ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_Lvp_V-956A-l3vHGNhQzqeW9v4hfEIWSkdJeRpfMciSEDMtDyed7fhfDhUpgLm_ini0z8RIcjyo38mB9Wz7P8AIPGN-XWU2JIabpvlTbxKdyrHFV7Z1GnQonC2SkDgwrcLP5fciQNxe/s1600/131249092627370710415_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;169&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_Lvp_V-956A-l3vHGNhQzqeW9v4hfEIWSkdJeRpfMciSEDMtDyed7fhfDhUpgLm_ini0z8RIcjyo38mB9Wz7P8AIPGN-XWU2JIabpvlTbxKdyrHFV7Z1GnQonC2SkDgwrcLP5fciQNxe/s320/131249092627370710415_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once notorious as the city’s red light district, it has reinvented  itself as a bohemian hangout, full of vintage shops, cool bars, art  galleries and design studios. However, it maintains a rebellious streak –  expect irreverent street art, decorating everything from birdhouses to  dustbins. With a mission to make electronic music more accessible,  August sees thehit Vesterbro’s Enghaven Park. This year’s line up includes veterans Aphex Twin and The Orb, plus newer names like Ghostpoet.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4319116081460140250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/copenhagens-gritty-alter-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/4319116081460140250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/4319116081460140250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/copenhagens-gritty-alter-ego.html' title='Copenhagen’s gritty alter ego'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_Lvp_V-956A-l3vHGNhQzqeW9v4hfEIWSkdJeRpfMciSEDMtDyed7fhfDhUpgLm_ini0z8RIcjyo38mB9Wz7P8AIPGN-XWU2JIabpvlTbxKdyrHFV7Z1GnQonC2SkDgwrcLP5fciQNxe/s72-c/131249092627370710415_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-5583495935568986048</id><published>2011-08-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:47:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sustainable Jamaican mountain retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M6dMa5hgSGPguuF-020fm_cK_MMIPPqSwgzPXKxbbQCCpnOKTCo89VLf5PmgIyN3igZiZRecc7_3ysDeh2Ec0FH0gGjOJwEeknfsleZLUZdwfyOhxbLAoTwzdyVticxhs-Q2YiHoooFK/s1600/13129925376151280239_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;169&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M6dMa5hgSGPguuF-020fm_cK_MMIPPqSwgzPXKxbbQCCpnOKTCo89VLf5PmgIyN3igZiZRecc7_3ysDeh2Ec0FH0gGjOJwEeknfsleZLUZdwfyOhxbLAoTwzdyVticxhs-Q2YiHoooFK/s320/13129925376151280239_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Compose your own redemption song with today’s Rasta retreat to the mountains of Jamaica for an all-inclusive stay&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy  a four- ($811) or five-night ($940) stay for two guests in a cottage;  or a four- ($2,380) or five-night ($2,738) stay for four guests in a  villa, including all meals, guided tours, a day trip to Negril, and a  $50 drink credit.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I have travelled the world and nothing compares to the personal touch of&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Every conversation, every meal, every beverage, every hike was  transformed into a powerful display of love. This was by far the best  vacation ever.&quot;This 7.5-acre sustainable farm promises to treat you  right every day and every night with solar-powered electricity, natural  spring water and organic fruits and vegetables. Get together with your  family and friends in a rustic cottage or spacious villa above the  trees, each featuring valley views, cable television and a stereo for  pumping your songs of freedomChoose from vegetarian, seafood, or traditional Jamaican menus prepared by a personal chef in Zimbali&#39;sOr,  learn to stir it up yourself with a Jamaican cooking class taught over a  wood fire. Tour the fertile valley where much of your food is grown,  then take a dip in the clear mountain springs where Marley himself  bathed in the shade of the bamboo canopy.None but yourself can free  your mind, and this holistic healing centre provides the perfect  environment to do so. Consult with Bongo Roach, a Rasta elder and  certified herbalist, on organic remedies. Indulge in a natural  hydrotherapy massage beneath the nearby waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t worry, be  happy in the company of fellow travellers around the evening fire. You  will leave renewed, refreshed, and without a doubt that every little  thing&#39;s gonna be alright.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5583495935568986048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/sustainable-jamaican-mountain-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/5583495935568986048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/5583495935568986048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/sustainable-jamaican-mountain-retreat.html' title='Sustainable Jamaican mountain retreat'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M6dMa5hgSGPguuF-020fm_cK_MMIPPqSwgzPXKxbbQCCpnOKTCo89VLf5PmgIyN3igZiZRecc7_3ysDeh2Ec0FH0gGjOJwEeknfsleZLUZdwfyOhxbLAoTwzdyVticxhs-Q2YiHoooFK/s72-c/13129925376151280239_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-4823800834513867828</id><published>2011-08-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:41:01.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia&#39;s Thaipusam festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzYG2xen3p4qfPNSA4hdeTWHdwm_6GURTqxtOVdA0LmDSioC-btMPpLVw_ZB9IesUws2YdBcySMSmqYBWQ3sWA3IfjN2HHMz1N5LdCwZ23IKDE9YHhfSF3FFUdilIvUmDl0h8EQw-acps/s1600/131405784025266455861_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzYG2xen3p4qfPNSA4hdeTWHdwm_6GURTqxtOVdA0LmDSioC-btMPpLVw_ZB9IesUws2YdBcySMSmqYBWQ3sWA3IfjN2HHMz1N5LdCwZ23IKDE9YHhfSF3FFUdilIvUmDl0h8EQw-acps/s1600/131405784025266455861_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thaipusam is the most spectacular Hindu festival in Malaysia, marking  the day when Lord Shiva’s son, Muruga, was given command of the  celestial forces to vanquish three Asura demons. A wild orgy of body  piercings – cheeks, tongues and lips are all skewered, often multiple  times -- this fascinating festival can be a mind-spinning sight for a  first-timer.Devotees take approximately 48 days to prepare for the  festival, which takes place mid-January to mid-February, when the moon  is full in the 10th Tamil month of the Thai calendar. They undertake  special diets and cleansing routines, sleep on the floor and practice  regular prayer.Thaipusam takes place deepThousands of people flock here  to give thanks to Muruga, the Hindu god of war. Inside, you will find  monkeys scampering and bounding up the 272 steps into Temple Cave, the  vast main cavern that houses a golden statue of Muruga. The caves were  “officially” discovered some 120 years ago by American naturalist  William Hornaday.Pride of place in the festival is Lord Muruga&#39;s silver  chariot, which makes its way from the Sri Mahamariamman Temple in Kuala  Lumpur&#39;s Chinatown to the caves. Carrying statuettes of Lord Muruga, as  well as consorts Valli and Teivayanni, the chariot tips the scales at  350kg of silver – a jaw-dropping display of wealth when it was first  unveiled in 1893.During Thaipusam, devotees perform a dance to Muruga known as &lt;em&gt;kavadi attam&lt;/em&gt;.  The dance helps the devotees appeal to Muruga for divine assistance or  give thanks for his help. But it is not just dancing that happens here.The  greatest sight is the kavadi carriers, the devotees who subject  themselves to seemingly masochistic acts as fulfilment for answered  prayers. Many of the faithful carry offerings of milk in &lt;em&gt;paal kudam&lt;/em&gt; (milk pots) often connected to their skin by hooks. Even more striking are the &lt;em&gt;vel kavadi&lt;/em&gt;  – great cages of spikes that pierce the skin of the carrier and are  decorated with peacock feathers, pictures of deities and flowers. Some  penitents go as far as piercing their tongues and cheeks with hooks,  skewers and tridents. While it looks excruciating, a trance-like state  stops participants from feeling pain; later the wounds are treated with  lemon juice and holy ash to prevent scarring.Interested in taking part  in the pierced proceedings? Only the truly faithful should attempt the  ritual – insufficiently prepared devotees keep doctors especially busy  over the festival period with skin lacerations. Make sure to take plenty  of water with you, as the heat can be just as overwhelming as the  sights.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4823800834513867828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/malaysias-thaipusam-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/4823800834513867828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/4823800834513867828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/malaysias-thaipusam-festival.html' title='Malaysia&#39;s Thaipusam festival'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzYG2xen3p4qfPNSA4hdeTWHdwm_6GURTqxtOVdA0LmDSioC-btMPpLVw_ZB9IesUws2YdBcySMSmqYBWQ3sWA3IfjN2HHMz1N5LdCwZ23IKDE9YHhfSF3FFUdilIvUmDl0h8EQw-acps/s72-c/131405784025266455861_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-6664868937746027355</id><published>2011-08-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:38:31.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of the perfect road in Mallorca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeOxjKQft7xuhx44tK1pqFWB8xfaXh4X47Z9ddskkhZxs8Tlhs6waXMJm3TOxBoD1bjw7MP-vvEyo4FFNm6rkNk5gxX_cmahejWdqo30g0w2HFyjWIabEHypmava2THYYHVWEJh040RyU/s1600/13143167496872144596_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeOxjKQft7xuhx44tK1pqFWB8xfaXh4X47Z9ddskkhZxs8Tlhs6waXMJm3TOxBoD1bjw7MP-vvEyo4FFNm6rkNk5gxX_cmahejWdqo30g0w2HFyjWIabEHypmava2THYYHVWEJh040RyU/s1600/13143167496872144596_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mallorca has blown a very big fuse. This is my first thought upon  spearing out of yet another pretty-but-identikit rural village, because  as soon as we leave the immediate environs, the night sky wraps around  the Cayman like a black velvet shroud, turning the ice-white Porsche  into a faintly glowing, unquiet ghost. Being let loose in the new Cayman  R, the lightened and tightened version of one of the most useful sports  cars in existence, up a Mallorcan mountain road at night sounds quite  cool, but believe me, at this point there’s a horrible, gut-boiling  sense of frustration running through me like a dirty infection. And it  has nothing to do with dodgy tapas.The fact is that there are precisely  no streetlights to give even the vaguest hint as to which way the road  goes. Not one. Any ambient starlight or moonglow is diffused by heavy  cloud, and the road is simply too twisty to get any solid idea of  direction. The wraithlike little Porsche is fitted with the excellent  optional xenons, but it’s still impossible to drive even vaguely quickly  without risking inconvenient death. Worse, the roads are actually  pretty good. But you can sense the doomy drops off the inky edges, and  the corners have a nasty habit of tightening at the last moment. Like  trying to run across a large room in pitch darkness, you can sense the  space even if you can’t see it, and you belt along cringing, awaiting  the moment when you meet the scenery with your face. It’s all about  confidence, and I appear to have left mine at the hotel.I can’t believe this. Gifted a hardcore Porsche and a mountain range, and I can’t even find a decent bloody road to drive it onGrinding  the point home is the overwhelming sense of potential in this newest  Cayman. Ghosting through these orange-lit Mallorcan villages, the R  potters with sublime ease, riding better than a standard Cayman S,  despite being lowered a not-insignificant 20mm, failing to graunch over  speed bumps, sucking lumps into the dampers like a tiny, perfect magic  trick. On light throttle openings, the 330bhp 3.4 sounds, frankly, like  it has a blowing exhaust, the familiar flat-six hoarseness akin to a dog  coughing up an angora sweater, but on brief revels to three-quarters of  the rev-range, the wail starts to build. Just as I have to slow for the  next village. Frustration becomes a familiar – and infinitely bitter –  taste in the back of my throat.Eventually we stop to take pictures in a  sleepy village and immediately cause a bit of a stir. It could be the  sight of two men assembling a photographic rig that looks like some sort  of siege engine in the middle of the street at 1am, or it could be the  Cayman. A mallowy wobble of craggy old lady shuffles over to poke us  with her walking stick, so I smile and point at the Porsche, miming  picture-taking in some sort of bizarre late-night version of Give us a  Clue, becoming increasingly camp during the whole wordless exchange.  Apparently satisfied, the leathery old matriarch taps the side of her  head, points at my face and undulates away. She likes the Cayman. She  likes the fixed rear spoiler. She likes the massaged bodywork, the  mascara’d black of the headlight-surrounds. She likes the Seventies  graphics down the side, and she loves the lightweight black wheels. She  even likes the interior, trimmed as it is in blood-leather and white  plastic like some sort of futuristic abattoir. Probably.What she doesn’t  know is that if it were down to pure rationale, there would appear to  be very little point in the R. Compared to a standard Cayman S, it’s a  bit lower, a tiny bit faster, a smidge more powerful by 10bhp – though  torque remains the same – has more downforce (15 per cent at the front,  and 40 per cent at the rear) and a tad less weight. I’ll admit that 55kg  of weight reduction is significant in a car of this size, bringing down  the total to 1,295kg, but probably not a deal-breaker&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6664868937746027355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-search-of-perfect-road-in-mallorca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6664868937746027355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6664868937746027355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-search-of-perfect-road-in-mallorca.html' title='In search of the perfect road in Mallorca'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeOxjKQft7xuhx44tK1pqFWB8xfaXh4X47Z9ddskkhZxs8Tlhs6waXMJm3TOxBoD1bjw7MP-vvEyo4FFNm6rkNk5gxX_cmahejWdqo30g0w2HFyjWIabEHypmava2THYYHVWEJh040RyU/s72-c/13143167496872144596_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-1209330290203862961</id><published>2011-08-29T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:36:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP5EMD9ExxejgOGs4oKek6rdKfnIG1CfOFOXERfvTEfBn_0Fkot1BwAMgrE9p2ix_KOVCiHchjdzuf_5BWC2gohAtGFLH2JQaW1ycyksOAVOQY9_kOrW8MbE6koWxOb3p5If1sPc5Iuzx/s1600/131429202924652297052_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP5EMD9ExxejgOGs4oKek6rdKfnIG1CfOFOXERfvTEfBn_0Fkot1BwAMgrE9p2ix_KOVCiHchjdzuf_5BWC2gohAtGFLH2JQaW1ycyksOAVOQY9_kOrW8MbE6koWxOb3p5If1sPc5Iuzx/s1600/131429202924652297052_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About the only thing a business traveller can find wrong with Sydney is that it is so far away from the rest of the world.Other  than a little jet lag after the 25-hour journey from Europe, the  14-hour slog from California, or the 10-hour flight from Tokyo, Sydney  is all positives: a gorgeous harbour, Mediterranean climate and a  sophisticated food and wine scene. Its hotel stock is modern and  upscale. Every day the Qantas fleet of giant Airbus A380s float in at  Sydney’s newly expanded, bright and airy international terminal at  Kingsford Smith airport from cities around the world.When it comes to business, there is little sign of ahow  Sydneysiders refer to that unfortunate global financial crisis that has  cast a pall on nearly every other city in the world. But in Australia, a  stable government, massive raw materials exports to Asia, a strong  currency and a talented, optimistic workforce have helped it weather the  global economic storm better than almost any other advanced nation in  the world.&lt;br /&gt;
Spurred on by robust&amp;nbsp;business&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;consumer&amp;nbsp;confidence,  economists expect Australia’s economy to expand even faster in the next  five years. Through 2015, Australia’s GDP should grow about 5% annually.&lt;br /&gt;
When it re-opens in early 2012 after a seven-month closure for a tip-to-toe renovation, the harbourfrontwill likely resume its rank as &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;  top choice for visiting business travellers. This contemporary  three-storey hotel is known for its breezy indoor-outdoor public areas  and spectacular views of the Sydney Opera House through floor-to-ceiling  windows and balconies. A few blocks uphill on a quiet street above theRocks you will find the classically elegant 100-roomfavoured diplomats. Nearby is the 563-roomultramodern marble and glass tower hotel offering equally expansive rooms and views, freethe 36th floor with a very popular happy hour. CloserAustralians refer to a city’s central business districthotel,  a modern 362-room boutique-style hotel built inside an 1800s sandstone  façade that once housed Bank of New South Wales. Here “business class”  rooms get complimentary lounge access, wi-fi and a hot breakfast buffet  among other extras&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Two of Sydney’s hippest hostelries are housed in reclaimed buildings. The popular 136-roomhotel  serves as the anchor for a lovely marina, outdoor dining and apartment  complex in a repurposed wharf building at Woolloomooloo near Sydney’s  famous Royal Botanic Gardens. The hotel’s wide variety of rooms and  lofts retain the rustic authenticity of the building (like its exposed  timber) while providing a modern five-star experience and water views.  Fashionistas and celebs hole up in themodernist chic 31-roomlocated in a converted warehouse building in the middlehottest restaurants and bars in the city. If you are looking for more space or a longer stay, consider the newnear Darling Harbour, with 201warmly functional luxury&lt;br /&gt;
If you have some free time, head to the city’scatch any of the many  ferries to get some fresh air, establish your bearings and see locals on  their way to or from work. (Sydney ferries carry more than 14 million  passengers each year.) The ferry ride to nearby Manly for an outdoor  meal and stroll to its picturesque beach is perhaps the most iconic  choice for visitors. On Saturdays, catch one to Balmain for a walk  through its famous outdoor market and surrounding fisherman’scottages. Stick around for a long lunch take a tour of its many pubs, which AustraliansThe harbour’s Cockatoo Island, which once housed a prisonamong other structures is an increasingly popular playground, and now includes the quirkyarrive early because the last ferry departs the island at 8:30 pm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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the base camp at 4 am, hoping to be well into the forest by the heat  of the day. The hike began like any other mountain trail. In high  spirits, we followed the path up and down a few minor hills and bounded  across the river on stepping stones, laughing about who would be the  first to stop for a water break. As we trekked up the mountain however,  slick footholds along craggy cliffs replaced the once-easy dirt paths  and breathless wheezes replaced our carefree jokes.&lt;br /&gt;
Once in the  rainforest, the trail seems to disappear, visible only to the most  experienced guides. You can feel the altitude shift as you continue the  ascent – sometimes at a 90-degree angle. Occasionally rickety ladders or  rusty handholds help travellers up, but often it is a task to find a  secure tree root or steady rock on which to place your foot that will  not trigger a minor landslide onto your mates below. Many backpackers  camp the first night at Lake Venado, a welcoming expanse of serene  flatland dotted with hidden swamps. The tune of cicadas lulls you to  sleep after an evening of crystal clear stargazing.&lt;br /&gt;
Watching the sunrise on Mount Apo is like sitting in a watercolour  painting. As the mist clears, pastel pinks, oranges and purples dance in  the sky around you, challenging you to race the sun to the summit. If  you do not mind hiking in the dark, you can leave Lake Venado three to  four hours before dawn and reach the top at the moment the sun peeks  over the horizon, illuminating the lone white cross that stands at the  peak.&lt;br /&gt;
From the apex, the view is clear and unobstructed. You are  far above the clouds now, surrounded by a vast expanse of nothingness  and a panoramic view. It feels like the top of the world; a transcendent  experience.&lt;br /&gt;
The journey down is not as arduous as the hike up, but  it is not by any means easy. Still, many take the opportunity to stop  and “smell the roses” along the way. Mount Apo is considered one of the  richest botanical mountains in the region, and rare plant and animal  species thrive in this unspoiled environment. Hidden waterfalls along  the edifice offer refreshment to weary travellers. At the bottom of the  trail, hikers can rest their aching legs at soothing natural hot  springs.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, a more  affordable option is on the horizon. is a six-person pod designed by Spanish companythat  will rise to the edge of the atmosphere, powered by a helium balloon.  The cabin holds four passengers and two pilots for the three-hour  flight, 36km above the earth’s surface. The flights will launch at  night, so passengers can watch the sun rise over the curvature of the  earth. While admiring the world from near space, in-flight information  about the altitude and range of view will be displayed directly on the  pod’s windows. To return to earth, the helium is vented slowly, then the  balloon or sail separates from the pod, deploying a parafoil. The pod  pops its airbags and is guided in for a landing. Bloon uses zero  propellants, so there are no emissions or noise pollution.The full  ticket price is 110,000 euros, and for a deposit of 8,000 euros,  customers can request when and from where they want to fly. Flights will  lift off sometime between 2013 and 2015. A “minibloon” manned test  flight is set for 2012.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7418780102490810388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/space-travel-powered-by-helium-balloon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7418780102490810388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7418780102490810388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/space-travel-powered-by-helium-balloon.html' title='Space travel powered by helium balloon'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kuw6uvn7EUcDIuNyjM1T1IbtdvwyeYiX2v0hncWoyeKQbxNujpITGU1dLOvct-hjjDPnM3uhQxtfEBdgqXoEsdL8Y43g6l3Yej3RbOCY-dXuK0Ep5G_6u7WSSLfut0BU4_PHGWRSAPUB/s72-c/131309316917046414905_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-1882344451590403398</id><published>2011-08-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:49:54.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India’s tribal village markets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3MFpsHeks6oqQe3yDGGzFk9SmqfRIe2_Jo0yRBObXPjokyBOGtEaAvUwxE5QKSeP8HVg7cHGD3N2C3MI-jIjedmYZm8MImfXTre8L5hN36SBI5rcUIX-MLj7G6pL9gBXMhixEdRaUMb-/s1600/13125106908908560642_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3MFpsHeks6oqQe3yDGGzFk9SmqfRIe2_Jo0yRBObXPjokyBOGtEaAvUwxE5QKSeP8HVg7cHGD3N2C3MI-jIjedmYZm8MImfXTre8L5hN36SBI5rcUIX-MLj7G6pL9gBXMhixEdRaUMb-/s1600/13125106908908560642_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In remote, isolated Chhattisgarh, India’s tribal life continues to  thrive. Surrounded by mountains, forests and waterfalls, more than 40  different tribes call the area home, which makes for politically  unstable but culturally vibrant communities. Ultra-leftist Naxalite  guerillas terrorise small pockets of northern Chhattisgarh, but in more  peaceful areas like Bastar, rich cultural diversity shines. And nowhere  does it shine more brightly than in the area’s blindingly colourful  tribal markets.&lt;br /&gt;
Known as &lt;em&gt;haats&lt;/em&gt;, these markets are held in different places  each day – one day in a village; the next in the forest; another day in  an open meadow – but each time it is the same. Hundreds of tribes people  from many different villages, each specialising in a different craft or  skill, converge in one spot to trade their wares.&lt;br /&gt;
Money only  began being used a few years ago. Before that, one villager might try to  use the bright fluorescent saris her tribe specialised in making to  barter for sacks of mahuwa flowers that grew in abundance in another  village and were used to brew local liquor. Another villager might take  some bell-metalwork, made in his village using the centuries-old  technique of wax-thread moulding, and try to swap it with another  village’s local delicacy, live red ants.&lt;br /&gt;
These days, money changes hands as quickly as you can say inflation,  but the goods being bought and sold have not changed a bit. The  potentially potent mahuwa flowers, resembling dates, are still as  popular as ever, as are the red ants which are used either for medicinal  purposes (their sting has antibacterial qualities) or eaten as a snack.  &lt;em&gt;Chapura&lt;/em&gt;, a chutney made from red ants and chillies, is the  most common way to eat ants, but it is not unusual to see villagers  scooping up hundreds of live red ants on a leaf and eating them in one  exceedingly brave gulp.&lt;br /&gt;
Market days are sometimes brought to a  close with the climax of cockfighting. It is a barbaric spectacle – the  cocks have hooked blades strapped to their claws and are then encouraged  to fight to the death – literally. But it is still incredibly popular,  as locals, mostly men it seems, wager not insignificant amounts of money  on the bird they think will survive. Arguments between punters are  common, but usually settled amicably, perhaps because of the unusual  system of mediation that is still in place in many of the local  communities. Most villages have a &lt;em&gt;sirha&lt;/em&gt;, or shaman; a wise-old  man who, when asked to mediate important disputes, falls into a trance  and consults the local gods before advising on the best course of  action. It is an age-old respected system that is probably not worth  disturbing for a misplaced bet at your local market.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;intro&quot;&gt;In literature, the rule of three says that things that come in threes are more effective than any other number.&lt;/div&gt;But the rule of three isn&#39;t just for penning brilliant prose — it is  also true when it comes to vacationing. See for yourself when you book a  three-night stay at.&lt;br /&gt;
This  sophisticated Los Cabos resort will make you feel like more than just a  number. Enjoy your one-bedroom garden-view villa ($525 for Sunday or  Monday check-in; $750 for Thursday check-in). The first 25 escapees will  receive an automatic upgrade to a two-bedroom garden-view villa. All  villas feature a large balcony, a full kitchen with stainless steel  appliances and separate bedroom quarters, all in a 12-acre oceanfront  setting.&lt;br /&gt;
Compliments of acclaimed interior designer Dodd Mitchell, villas are &quot;dramatic design statements in black and white&quot;, Each comes with amenities like king-size beds, an in-room spa tub and luxury bathrobes, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;
For a trifecta of surf, turf and sizzle, head to  which serves five-star home-style Mexican cuisine from Javier Sosa — a  well-known name in Southern California dining circles — along the Sea of  Cortez. Work it off at the state-of-the-art gym, open to all guests.&lt;br /&gt;
The  24-hour concierge can point you in the right direction, whether you  want to spend some of those dollars you&#39;ve saved on accommodations at  local stores, take a swim with a Pacific bottlenose dolphin or hit the  links.&lt;br /&gt;
Choose to stay at the resort and indulge in a treatment at the . Order up a margarita (or three) beneath the thatched roof of before a swim in the tri-level infinity pool, where two&#39;s company, but three is most certainly not a crowd&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7264254313880962933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-nights-of-cabo-couture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7264254313880962933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/7264254313880962933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/three-nights-of-cabo-couture.html' title='Three nights of Cabo couture'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikI-UwVrlNwE6NT6eTSxHvWWYSopjrJNZE8EIp1bRNORCzR2ZeRNPoUh5bYiffJRtGTbDNF3kFrg7oTWS4wVJnWFFYZlCzpU2aKOwA4iCK3o6sbu6XDjAyk8mFDQcPWLwBUx-o-X9xjZ12/s72-c/13129877506141456038_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-4627520952876799281</id><published>2011-08-26T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:42:34.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island hopping in a Philippine paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiyztZcQMk2wPWlPQ8MLrDMVE6TfNN0ASFCNdjtsx0j0_mbPytf_PVAQq_kNyVWpSsnheQhyphenhyphen88cCNUylUcklppTW8AcZ4XBDfKS88BpTeHKmPbfaHe9zEw6CS7X7lsTezaW02k3a16tIi/s1600/131316045027773343738_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiyztZcQMk2wPWlPQ8MLrDMVE6TfNN0ASFCNdjtsx0j0_mbPytf_PVAQq_kNyVWpSsnheQhyphenhyphen88cCNUylUcklppTW8AcZ4XBDfKS88BpTeHKmPbfaHe9zEw6CS7X7lsTezaW02k3a16tIi/s1600/131316045027773343738_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life does not get much better than when you are island-hopping near the  town of El Nido, on the island of Palawan in the far west of the  Philippines. Sheer limestone cliffs encase beautiful white sand beaches,  waters teem with brightly-coloured fish and pink sunsets provide the  backdrop for seafront barbecues.The Philippines has, for the time being,  avoided the tourist influx invading &amp;nbsp;its South East Asian neighbours,  like Thailand and Vietnam. But for those who venture there, the beaches  and scenery rival anywhere else in the region, yet with far fewer  visitors. El Nido is the classic example. &amp;nbsp;It is perhaps best known as  one of the settings for the Robin Crusoe-themed game show Survivor.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It  is not quite off-the-beaten-track, but compared to Thailand’s Phuket or  Vietnam’s Ha Long Bay, the archipelago of islands surrounding El Nido  offer the increasingly rare opportunity to find yourself alone on a  palm-fringed beach.To get to these islands, you can either hire your own  boat or take one of several tours from the town. Once there, you can  easily spend your days lazing around on the white sands and dipping into  the crystal-clear waters, or messing about in motorboats and kayaks,  stopping to have lunch in an isolated cove.&lt;br /&gt;
Some tours take you to the  rocks where locals make their living by collecting birds’ nests for the  manufacture of birds’ nest soup (a Chinese delicacy and how El Nido,  Spanish for “the nest”, got its name).&lt;br /&gt;
One of the draws of Palawan  lies under the water; divers will see colourful reef fish, corals and  perhaps turtles, dolphins and white-tipped sharks.&lt;br /&gt;
North of El  Nido are the Calamian islands, with a number of wrecks to explore. As an  amateur, most of my experience has been confined to purposely-sunk  fishing boats in easy-to-reach locations, but in the Calamians, even  fairly inexperienced divers can navigate their way inside World War II  Japanese warships sunk by the US Navy in the 1940s. On the second deck  of one ship, I floated past an old car. It had folded in on&lt;br /&gt;
itself and there was a little clownfish swimming out from the chassis.&lt;br /&gt;
El  Nido has so far escaped the tourist hordes because getting there takes  time and effort. There are direct flights from Manila to Coron in the  Calamians, but then it is another six or seven hours to El Nido by boat.  Alternatively, you can fly from Manila to Puerto Princesa -- Palawan’s  largest city -- but it is another five hour taxi or bus ride up from  there.&lt;br /&gt;
The exclusive resorts use several small airline services  linking Manila to a little airfield overlooking the bay. Although the  flights are available to non-guests, that option, like the resorts  themselves, is pricey (about 6,400 Philippine pesos one way), while the  Coron/Puerto Princesa alternatives are often less than 2,000 pesos). It  may be worth it though, for the amazing aerial views of the archipelago.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4627520952876799281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/island-hopping-in-philippine-paradise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/4627520952876799281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/4627520952876799281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/island-hopping-in-philippine-paradise.html' title='Island hopping in a Philippine paradise'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiyztZcQMk2wPWlPQ8MLrDMVE6TfNN0ASFCNdjtsx0j0_mbPytf_PVAQq_kNyVWpSsnheQhyphenhyphen88cCNUylUcklppTW8AcZ4XBDfKS88BpTeHKmPbfaHe9zEw6CS7X7lsTezaW02k3a16tIi/s72-c/131316045027773343738_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-2216693717337260011</id><published>2011-08-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:39:58.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The &#39;ruin pubs&#39; of Budapest&#39;s seventh district</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAkoUk0aNkrhrq35hn_aQ7enNl0_KE3BOJ0zL4K-eZuhyphenhyphen_mJ1YgK2bpGS5UMOEfTaZDexpBnlLvYRSoBZTrxvkKTQBthY1__f_7nKBEmeazQ0OkwLdmji4blJgzi3IcglJ1_k1E4JJXex/s1600/131316276227772453630_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAkoUk0aNkrhrq35hn_aQ7enNl0_KE3BOJ0zL4K-eZuhyphenhyphen_mJ1YgK2bpGS5UMOEfTaZDexpBnlLvYRSoBZTrxvkKTQBthY1__f_7nKBEmeazQ0OkwLdmji4blJgzi3IcglJ1_k1E4JJXex/s1600/131316276227772453630_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Budapest’s seventh district, once home to a flourishing Jewish community  before World War II, has emerged as one of the best bar-hopping  neighbourhoods on the busy Pest side of the Danube.This renaissance has been led by a string of recently opened &quot;ruin pubs&quot; (&lt;em&gt;romkocsma&lt;/em&gt; in Hungarian) – a fitting name given the still-derelict state of much of the area. Most can be found along the streets behind&lt;br /&gt;
Each  ruin pub is unique, but they all share certain similarities. The main  ingredient is usually an abandoned building, preferably with a vacant  lot nearby to hold picnic tables and a few beer taps. Add to that a bit  of thrift-shop decor and a healthy dose of hipster vibe, and the result  is what you might get if you crossed a chill Berlin squat with a  smallish Munich beer hall.&lt;br /&gt;
The best ruin pubs offer live music or  DJs on the weekends, as well as film nights and art exhibitions. Some  even have light food and hostel accommodations. They are the perfect  spot to unwind on a warm summer night after a busy day of sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;
The  arrival of the ruin pubs could not have come sooner for beleaguered  Budapest VII (as the city&#39;s districts are designated; when in Budapest,  do as the Romans do). Though the area is a stone&#39;s throwPest&#39;s  swankiest boulevard, it suffered from a mix of neglect, bad karma and  poverty that started during World War II with the deportation of tens of  thousands of Jewish residents, and continued into the 1960s, &#39;70s, and  &#39;80s as a large Romani population was forced to relocate to Budapest and  occupy the abandoned houses.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, main streets like Király utca  and Dob utca sport trendy coffeehouses and wine bars alongside remnants  of Jewish life - small family-owned restaurants and bakeries - that  managed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
Three of the best ruin pubs are all a short walk  from one another and can be taken in fairly easily during a night of  methodical drinking. Each has its own personality, so choose whichever  one suits the night and your mood.Nearly every discussion of ruin pubs begins with the granddaddy of themall  was the first to open and is still arguably the best and bawdiest of  the bunch. Several rooms, including a large open-air garden, can  accommodate hundreds of people, making it a good choice if you are  travelling in a group. In addition to beer, there is wine, cocktails and  light food.&lt;br /&gt;
a relative newcomer, having opened its doors fully in 2010 after a few  years of opening briefly and then closing down. More than a ruin pub,  Fogas aims to be a community cultural centre for the rapidly gentrifying  area around nearby Klauzál tér&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;which was once the heart of the former Jewish quarter. The clientele here tends to be more local than either Mumus or Szimpla. it is not nearly as homey as the former, nor as lively as the others. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2216693717337260011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ruin-pubs-of-budapests-seventh-district.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/2216693717337260011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/2216693717337260011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ruin-pubs-of-budapests-seventh-district.html' title='The &#39;ruin pubs&#39; of Budapest&#39;s seventh district'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAkoUk0aNkrhrq35hn_aQ7enNl0_KE3BOJ0zL4K-eZuhyphenhyphen_mJ1YgK2bpGS5UMOEfTaZDexpBnlLvYRSoBZTrxvkKTQBthY1__f_7nKBEmeazQ0OkwLdmji4blJgzi3IcglJ1_k1E4JJXex/s72-c/131316276227772453630_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-6565227722940596553</id><published>2011-08-26T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:31:35.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copenhagen on a plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe0-SqYWujvdyWTeCxEQQFHMAHXzEWi7WmuTsaUJEUB_vnfhPIiLB4UGrejcqK2eTgBBy51tuj0kMaYHGjRbk525f1p3GeIF18aAM5x7h9SDLx37uZTz0dxeRTAu6Rsq6BV-Qd_g1YQer/s1600/131312882627776910579_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe0-SqYWujvdyWTeCxEQQFHMAHXzEWi7WmuTsaUJEUB_vnfhPIiLB4UGrejcqK2eTgBBy51tuj0kMaYHGjRbk525f1p3GeIF18aAM5x7h9SDLx37uZTz0dxeRTAu6Rsq6BV-Qd_g1YQer/s1600/131312882627776910579_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The term “new Nordic cuisine” is setting hearts aflutter on the  international food scene, and any gourmand worth their salt (French  fleur de sel, preferably) is placing Copenhagen high on their  food-fancying holiday itinerary.The Danish capital is home to the world&#39;s number one restaurant taking the topspot in therankings  in both 2010 and 2011. Copenhagen is also home to 10 Michelin-starred  restaurants and the best young chef, Rasmus Kofoed, gold medallist at  the prestigious Bocuse d&#39;Or.So what has taken this city from its humdrum  pork-and-potatoes tradition to culinary dynamo, and what exactly does  “new Nordic cuisine” mean? Chief responsibility for the spotlight now  shining Copenhagen&#39;s way lies with the city&#39;s young chefs, many of who  have apprenticed with some of the most influential chefs in the world.These  chefs have taken their experience and combined it with a passion for  Denmark&#39;s local raw ingredients - its excellent pork, game, seafood,  root vegetables and berries - and a reverence for the seasons. Taken to  extremes, this means Noma&#39;s owner-chef René Redzepi eschews all  non-indigenous produce in his creations (no olive oil for example, and  no tomatoes), plays with modest, often-overlooked ingredients (pulses  and grains) and forages for herbs and plants. Ingredients are skilfully  prepared but technique never overshadows flavour.The day after Noma won  the title of world&#39;s best restaurant in 2010, 100,000 people attempted  to make a table reservation. The restaurant does around 75 covers a day,  five days a week. In other words: landing a reservation is the  equivalent of winning the food-lovers&#39; lottery.If you do get lucky, you  are in for a sensory treat: familiar ingredients are used alongside  intriguing Nordic delicacies such as reindeer moss from Finland,  Icelandic skyr (similar to strained yoghurt) and sea buckthorn berries.  Vegetables feature as dessert (beetroot granita, for example). And there  are loads of edible greenery; Noma explains that at their venue “greens  take up more room on the plate than is common at gourmet restaurants”.  Flavours are fresh and clean on both the plate and palate.Diners choose  between seven or 12 courses and there is a comprehensive wine list or a  wine-matching menu (there is also a wonderfully executed juice menu).  Service is exemplary -- with the chefs delivering many of the dishes --  the décor is elegantly rustic and the atmosphere warm and convivial, not  fussy and formal. At meal&#39;s end you may be offered a tour of the  kitchen, where you can see the hard work that goes into such gastronomic  genius.For all the hype surrounding Noma and new Nordic cuisine,  however, this is clearly not how the average Dane eats every day. So  where can you go in Copenhagen to get a more prosaic picture of dining,  Danish style?Near-unpronounceable &lt;em&gt;smørrebrød &lt;/em&gt;is Denmark&#39;s famed  open sandwich. It generally consists of a slice of rye bread topped,  for example, with roast beef, smoked salmon, pickled herring, liver  pate, or fried fish fillet and finished with a variety of garnishes. The  final sculptured product often looks too good to eat and it is usually  only served at lunchtime. Top spotsfor a fix include traditionalcontemporarylatter offering takeaway and a restaurant. Try to pronounce smørrebrød as but do not feel bad if your pronunciation does not match a native Dane’s.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6565227722940596553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/copenhagen-on-plate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6565227722940596553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/6565227722940596553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/copenhagen-on-plate.html' title='Copenhagen on a plate'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe0-SqYWujvdyWTeCxEQQFHMAHXzEWi7WmuTsaUJEUB_vnfhPIiLB4UGrejcqK2eTgBBy51tuj0kMaYHGjRbk525f1p3GeIF18aAM5x7h9SDLx37uZTz0dxeRTAu6Rsq6BV-Qd_g1YQer/s72-c/131312882627776910579_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-5739547353239554219</id><published>2011-08-25T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:55:28.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin versus tourists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVOBfmDHp3CNI5dJyr47IzWrhfslZ_cLZ5a6nb5iskHDwbzK7knZjhrhYciULwuCSBgsULHd8s2WYIiHB6rapVMf_9jSzzQroFqS6pZVJcHdq2F1uiyYt7rkZJJWEPGgQiytz9rY2dd22/s1600/131249477927374216659_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;169&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVOBfmDHp3CNI5dJyr47IzWrhfslZ_cLZ5a6nb5iskHDwbzK7knZjhrhYciULwuCSBgsULHd8s2WYIiHB6rapVMf_9jSzzQroFqS6pZVJcHdq2F1uiyYt7rkZJJWEPGgQiytz9rY2dd22/s320/131249477927374216659_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Community meetings in Kreuzberg – a working class area to the west with a  large Turkish population, favoured by visitors on weekend breaks – flew  banners reading, “Help! The tourists are coming!” One alternative  magazine urged its readers to “steal their mobile phones and wallets as  you walk by their café tables, burn their cars, smash their hotel  windows, drop rubbish, throw stuff at tourist buses”.The grievances are  varied: tourists rattle their wheelie cases over the cobblestones early  in the morning, and change the nature of clubs by taking pictures of  each other on mobile phones.The resentment springs from an enduring  counter-culture. During the Cold War, West Berlin attracted dissidents  because the government exempted citizens from military service. It duly  became a pressure cooker of politics. The fall of the Wall meant two  very different cultures – and sets of incomes – were thrown together. In  the old East, there is resentment as yuppies move in.And there’s likely to be more to moan about. Berlin had over nine millionvisitors  in 2010, a 10% increase on the previous year. But the city needs them.  The destruction and division of Berlin left it with virtually no  industry. Companies like Siemens relocated to Bavaria. Berlin needs the  money – your money.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5739547353239554219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/berlin-versus-tourists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/5739547353239554219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4742936862141479199/posts/default/5739547353239554219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimotravel.blogspot.com/2011/08/berlin-versus-tourists.html' title='Berlin versus tourists'/><author><name>kimo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795694052604544131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVOBfmDHp3CNI5dJyr47IzWrhfslZ_cLZ5a6nb5iskHDwbzK7knZjhrhYciULwuCSBgsULHd8s2WYIiHB6rapVMf_9jSzzQroFqS6pZVJcHdq2F1uiyYt7rkZJJWEPGgQiytz9rY2dd22/s72-c/131249477927374216659_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742936862141479199.post-1464999400894427975</id><published>2011-08-25T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:52:54.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect trip Southwest USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjurHtXtF4fqzrHqRWF5jdv3ADMg6mSP9ByC5BjE21frxsel69RyWKaTc2yHEkNLOihiInuewmZYWp6IqAGIykW4fLoyk45CQNvnjLQ-BcrzuKBYcNm53gS0fzQRxkWHpHRxA1cldkdui/s1600/131049571515251142398_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjurHtXtF4fqzrHqRWF5jdv3ADMg6mSP9ByC5BjE21frxsel69RyWKaTc2yHEkNLOihiInuewmZYWp6IqAGIykW4fLoyk45CQNvnjLQ-BcrzuKBYcNm53gS0fzQRxkWHpHRxA1cldkdui/s1600/131049571515251142398_1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take to the road in Southwest USA, where you can explore incredible  natural landscapes, hit the casinos in Las Vegas, then retire with your  winnings to the classic glamour of Palm Springs.Fly into Denver, then drive for 6 hours through some truly epic mountain scenery&lt;br /&gt;
Silverton  is a town with barely two paved streets to string together, hidden amid  the peaks of Colorado’s San Juan Mountains. Dwarfed by monstrous wooded  slopes, which begin their ascent to the skies mere metres from the  street, this hamlet of wooden hotels and saloon bars doesn’t feel like a  seething cesspit of debauchery. But it is just 60 years since little  Silverton was at the forefront of the Wild West when, percentage-wise,  it made today’s infamous cities of sin, Las Vegas and Bangkok, look like  paragons of virtue.&lt;br /&gt;
The late 1800s saw scores of men arriving here  to prospect for silver and gold. The earth was so abundant with mineral  riches that the pass linking the new mining towns of Ouray, Silverton  and Durango was nicknamed the Million Dollar Highway – not for its  eye-popping views over the forested gorge, but after the subterranean  jackpot every man was hoping to hit. With the miners came those who made  a living by providing “entertainment” for their nights above ground.So  it was that up until the 1950s, a visitor to Silverton had a 50/50  chance the first building they wandered into would be a brothel.  Literally half the town – Notorious Blair Street, as it’s still known –  was dedicated to bordellos. The other half, centred around the parallel  Greene Street, completed the binary of Wild West morality with long  lines of churches and chapels.The first bordello was a one-room wooden  shack, split by a curtain into a “private” back room and a drinking den  up front. It is now home to Professor Shutterbug’s Olde Tyme Portrait  Parlour, where tourists can have sepia photos taken dressed in Wild West  garb. Tommy Wipf set up the studio in 1973. He is a reserved man with a  handlebar moustache to rival any in this, the capital of handlebar  moustaches. “This was a good ol’ street,”  eyes darting towards the  Shady Lady Saloon opposite. “Three blocks of whorehouses, 120 girls  giving it their all. There were hangings and shootings on every corner –  just a regular Western town.Silverton has inevitably lost its rough  edges – the last brothel shut in 1953, the final mine in 1991. But the  old edge-of-the-world feel can be conjured up with a drive past the  ghost town ruins of former mines scattered along the pass. Rusted wheels  stand silent, gap-toothed wooden houses are half-collapsed: the rotten  shards of a thousand dreams of riches. The isolation here must have been  overwhelming – topped only by the insatiable desire to keep digging for  the next life-changing.&lt;br /&gt;
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