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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" 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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFQH0yeSp7ImA9WhBaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786186182666505799</id><updated>2013-05-21T14:03:31.391-07:00</updated><category term="Blue Mosque." /><category term="Trinidad" /><category term="Havana" /><category term="Istanbul" /><category term="Eudovic's Art Studio" /><category term="Santa Clara" /><category term="Byzantine Imperial Palaces." /><category term="Hagia Sophia" /><category term="Manitoulin Island" /><category term="Prince's Island." /><category term="Guamá" /><category term="heart and soul of a nation" /><category term="St. Martin" /><category term="St. Kitt's" /><category term="Somalia" /><category term="Cuba" /><category term="Montréal Botanical Garden" /><category term="Caribbean Island" /><category term="Natives" /><category term="St. Lucia" /><category term="Hagia Sophia and the Topkapi Palace Museum" /><category term="Manitoulin Island." /><category term="Ontario" /><category term="Wikwemikong Unceded Indian Reserve" /><category term="Civil War" /><category term="Hargeisa." /><category term="Canada" /><category term="Archeology Museum" /><category term="Alexander the Great's father" /><category term="Religious relics" /><category term="Blue Mountain" /><category term="East Africa" /><category term="Somaliland" /><title>Huda's Nomadic Adventure</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hudasnomadicadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hudasnomadicadventure.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Huda Ahmed</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/112095615345837444141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Icow5nmE9dg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABtw/VvWHbYxbF9I/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/unlIS" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/unlis" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFQHo7cCp7ImA9WhBaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786186182666505799.post-8359786557543497158</id><published>2013-05-14T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-21T14:03:31.408-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-21T14:03:31.408-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trinidad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cuba" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Santa Clara" /><title>Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living</title><content type="html">Inspiring words by Ms. Miriam Beard and true from my experience traveling to different countries. Here are the rest of my pictures from Cuba, this time from Trinidad and Santa Clara.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Trinidad&lt;/b&gt; - beautiful city and the most Caribbean-like in Cuba&lt;/div&gt;
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Our first stop was Havana and what an experience it was to be surrounded by erudite museums, alluring street festivals/theater and the everyday hustle and passion of Habaneros (the people of Havana). My favorite part was walking around UNESCO World Heritage site of old Havana, with its fascinating cluster of buildings and churches, mostly restored from near ruins in the past decade.&lt;br&gt;
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We met this interesting lady at the Historic Square - Plaza de la Catedral &lt;/div&gt;
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For inquiring mind, Guamá is a municipality in the Santiago de Cuba Province of Cuba. It is located in the south-west of the province, and contains most of the Caribbean Sea coast west of Santiago de Cuba. After it was invaded by the Spanish empire, most of the &lt;a href="http://www.historyofcuba.com/history/oriente/tainos.htm" target="_top"&gt;Indian tribes&lt;/a&gt; (Ciboneys and
    Taíno Arawaks) that inhabit the island were treated brutally by the Spaniard, where the slightest 
infraction of Spanish rule, or refusal to accept Catholicism, 
resulted in mass torture and executions. Tainos who never experienced any hard labor were forced to work in 
gold mines or sugar cane plantations until they died of exhaustion.  
They were initially replaced by Native American slaves from the 
Southeast, but eventually, most slaves were either Africans or persons 
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 holding baby crocodile, their skin is so amazingly soft.&lt;/div&gt;
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Through music and film, &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;1 Giant Leap&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot; explores the universal 
complexities of human nature. Jamie Catto (Faithless co-founder) and 
Duncan Bridgeman set out on their journey recording musical jewels and 
words of wisdom with the cream of the world&amp;#39;s thinkers, writers and 
entertainers along the way. The duo traveled to the farthest corners of 
the planet, to ensure immense cultural diversity in this time capsule of
 humanity at its most inspirational.&lt;br&gt;
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I thought to start the new year with a topic I always wanted to write about, without getting too political. Let&amp;#39;s call it.....&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vintage Somalia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, before violent conflict destroyed the land and caused so much horror and pain for millions of Somalis around the globe. I hope you enjoy these beautiful pictures from my parents home country. Somaliland, northern region is where my parents were born and raised, but they lived many years in Xamar Waayn (Mogadisho), aka Somalia familiar to most people. So to them it hits home when they see these snap shots of bygone time in Somalia, the horn of Africa.&lt;br&gt;
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Somalia Gulls -Mogadishu beach, 1979.&lt;/div&gt;
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Few weeks back I went on a short trip with my colleagues to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, an alpine ski resort in Ontario, Canada, just north of Collingwood. Even though we were there for a conference and the weather was too warm for skiing, it was a wonderful opportunity to explore this beautiful small town that reminded me of old Europe. Here are few of the pictures that I took whenever I could get a chance to explore and speak with the locals.&lt;br&gt;
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These words by Charles Darwin speaks to my chaotic life at the moment. Sometimes taking a break from blogging and prioritizing what is important is necessary, specially when school and work is involved. Anyway, let&amp;#39;s move from the boring stuff and get to more pictures from my recent travels.&lt;br&gt;
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When I travel, I tend to gravitate to my favorite things in the world, the 3 FAF: Art, food and fashion. So, when I was vacationing in St. Lucia and St. Kitts Islands, I discovered some of the most renowned artists and designers in the Caribbean, if not the world live there. In St. Lucia, we went to visit &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eudovic&amp;#39;s Art Studio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, owned and operated by Internationally renowned master carver, Vincent Joseph Eudovic. His studio is a beautiful display of his wood carvings, I think I kept asking 20 different questions and taking a picture every second. Sadly, we did not get the chance to meet him in person, but we did speak with his son and few of his apprentices. Here are some of the pictures I took inside of the studio:&lt;br&gt;
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 Vincent Joseph Eudovic son, Jallim Eudovic.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to say thou, out of the seven Islands my friend and I have been to, St. Martin was my least favorite. Partly because the taxi we rented for the day was just awful and did not want to take us to all the destination we wanted to check on both sides of the Island. Nevertheless, I loved the Dutch side more and would like to explore the whole Island longer in the future.&lt;br&gt;
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When I decided to tour few Caribbean Islands with my friend, some of the places I wanted to desperately visit were St. Lucia, St. Kitts and Barbados. St. Lucia in particular have been my top choice because this mountainous Island has so much to offer beyond the usual sensuous beaches that the Caribbean is famous for.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Whether you want to explore it on foot, on a horseback or suspended from a zip line, the Island will definitely leave an impact on you.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;One of the first places I wanted to check were the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, build in 1897 and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Derek Walcott Square&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a quit park surrounded by 19th century wooden building and the Cathedral. And of course, ending my long tiring day at the beach, preferably a spot known to the locals and less to tourists. I hate crowded beaches, so I always make sure to mark at lease 2-3 beaches that is far from most tourist destination and St. Lucia has so many amazing locations to unwind, swim and enjoy water sport.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;When I was touring some of my favorite Caribbean Islands this year, one thing that stood out for me was its deep rooted history of pirates. After all, many of these Islands are surrounded by the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean, an international trade center and port calls. One Island in particular, St. Thomas, US Virgin Island, seems to host one of the most notorious pirates in recorded history, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edward &amp;quot;Blackbeard&amp;quot; Thatch,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt; who inspired the creation of Johnny Depp&amp;#39;s character, in &lt;i&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/i&gt; movie. Romanticized stories of piracy on St. Thomas are common; stories of Blackbeard and Bluebeard pirates are the most well known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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I feel guilty neglecting this new little blog of mine, work has consumed my life. I&amp;#39;ll be a better blogger after April and will update with more new pictures from Latin America and the Caribbean. Now about this beautiful quotes by Gilbert K. Chesterton, which speaks to me in more ways than one. Whenever I&amp;#39;m traveling somewhere, I pay special attention to places of worship and the mythologies/stories often told about whom we choice to worship or document in history books and display in museums.So during my visit to &lt;i&gt;Hagia Sophia&lt;/i&gt; and the      &lt;i&gt;Topkapi Palace Museum&lt;/i&gt;, in Istanbul, Turkey, what captured my attention the most is how early Christianity and Islamic architect, paintings and writings intersect in a harmonious, yet powerful ways. I&amp;#39;m always fascinated about those periods we often romanticize or look on through the lens of a believer and wonder how we would feel if time travel existed and we can experience it even for a day. In the words of Khalil Gibran, &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spiri&lt;/b&gt;t&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;
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Some of these historical pieces on display at the museum are hard to authenticate, such as the &lt;span class="st"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Ark&lt;/i&gt; of the Covenant of &lt;i&gt;Moses&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; (PBUH), or foot print of Prophet Mohamed (SAW) so to speak. Regardless, here are some of the pictures I captured on camera and few send to me by the security guard at the Topkapi Museum &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(out of the blue he volunteered to email me some of the more sensitive images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; since we were not allowed to flash our camera on some of these ancient pieces. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The tour guide explained to us even though they are Catholic, they do not believe in Trinity, rather that Jesus as a prophet and God as one entity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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a former Orthodox patriarchal basilica, converted to a mosque, and now a museum in Istanbul,Turkey.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This quote is attributed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;poet G. K. Chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;. I&amp;#39;m neither a poet nor a famous novelist, but my love of all things Cheesy can be considered something of an obsession. Whether its goat, cow and even camel based cheese (yes I said Camel), original or flavored, I can eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. When we were in Amsterdam 2 months ago, I decided to look for a cheese factory and ended up at  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amsterdams Kaashuis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and what an awesome discovery it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I think we managed to spend close to one hour inside the store, going around and snacking on everything on display. Wish we bought something for home, then again Canadian Custom doesn&amp;#39;t appreciate anyone bringing in food from overseas regardless of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures I took around the store, just looking at it makes me wanna buy some more cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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As stated by &lt;i&gt;Chief Luther Standing Bear&lt;/i&gt;, from South Dakota. Don&amp;#39;t know when my fascination with Native culture and history began, but I vividly remember being curious about a nation/tribes within a nation and their painful history being told to us in grade 4. Fast forward few years later in high school and all I read in Canadian history and geography books was always so narrowed and gloomy. Like the history of black America/Canadians and many other minorities, we are often told the misery and pain of a proud people, but rarely do we learn a more holistic picture about their strength, achievements and rich contribution to their present countries. Its often been said, history belongs to the victorious, but I beg to disagree. History belongs to all of us, we own it and must seek to educate ourselves and preserve the many diverse and rich culture for present and future generation. And not just the sanitized PC tale of a massacre (in the case of millions disappeared Native tribes) and the struggle many to this day are apart of for their own economic and political freedom.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last year, I was lucky enough to vacation in &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manitoulin Island &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;with few friends. The purpose of our trip was really to finally visit the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Wikwemikong Unceded Indian Reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, only one of its kind in North America. In particular, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wikwemikong Pow Wow 50th Anniversary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; celebration, where many Indian tribes were represented from Oklahoma to Quebec. It was beautiful to see an actual reserve that was not just functioning successfully, but having their own autonomous economic and political structure, raising their families in these beautiful Islands. The reserve belongs to the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Ojibwa" title="Ojibwa"&gt;Ojibwa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Odawa_people" title="Odawa people"&gt;Odawa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Potawatomi" title="Potawatomi"&gt;Potawatomi&lt;/a&gt; peoples, under the &lt;a href="https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Council_of_Three_Fires" title="Council of Three Fires"&gt;Council of Three Fires&lt;/a&gt;. Here are some of the pictures my friend and I took during the celebration:&lt;/div&gt;
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Those beautiful words were spoken by Mohandas Gandhi. If you ever want to learn what is at the heart of any nation, just visit their local market and it will give you a glimpse into who they are and what they value. Whether it was the &amp;#39;Suuq&amp;#39; of Somaliland, or the &amp;#39;Bazaar&amp;#39; of Turkey, I was amazed with how rich in texture and color, what food and spices on display, not to mention how crowded and overwhelming it was. Here are few of the pictures I took while there.&lt;/div&gt;
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While touring The University of Hargeisa and meeting with its sitting President, I came across this sign and thought how profound.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I remember the first time someone asked me where I&amp;#39;m from, which is sadly more often than not and my answer has always been: Canada. In part because this is where I grew up and my whole identity has been centered on, despite the many travels I&amp;#39;ve experienced since childhood. Lately thou, I&amp;#39;ve been curious about my parents home country and its past before the misery of civil war and pirating became the global face of Somalia. Without boring you with the history and politics of Africa, Somaliland is the independent region that separated from Somalia in 1990, after it achieved victory over Siyad Barre regime. Its comparable to South Sudan with its history of oppression and political isolation and its quest to be recognized as its own independent country. This small country has been left alone to develop its own political system, election and social structure without foreign intervention, unknown to most people with the exception of UN and Western government officials. Its been truly an eye opener visiting Somaliland, the cities of Hargeisa and Barbera in particular.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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