Mar 212012

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Day Three
Trip to Blue Mountains

It’s the morning of the third day of our Australian vacation. It’s raining lightly as we leave Sydney headed for the Blue Mountains. The city seems deserted and it’s no wonder: it’s 8.00 o’clock in the morning on a Saturday. We’re riding in a small van with 13 other people (3 from Hong Kong, 2 from UK, 2 young Kiwis, 5 Canadians and 1 German) while Mark, the guide, is telling us stories about the history of Australia and the Blue Mountains. With only a few days budgeted for Sydney I decided to take a guided tour in order to see the Blue Mountains even though I’m usually not a big fan of guided tours. After reading numerous reviews on the web I decided to go with a company called Activity Tours. The day tour costs AU$92 per person which includes the Featherdale Wildlife Park Entrance, the National Park Entrance, a river cruise ticket, pick up from the hotel and a tiny koala souvenir.

We cross the Harbour Bridge and I look around admiring the view while Mark goes on with the history lesson. He asks if anyone can guess what non-indigenous animal has its largest population in the world in Australia. I guess rabbits. It’s not the correct answer but I get a laugh from Mark. The correct answer is – I wouldn’t have guessed it – camels! They were imported into Australia in the 19th century to be used for transport and construction in the colonization of the central and western parts of Australia. Motorized transport in the 20th century made the use of camels obsolete so they were released into the wild where they thrived and voila … according to this article on wikipedia at the present time they are “estimated to number more than 1,000,000, with the capability of doubling in number every nine years”, Australia having “the largest population of feral camels and the only herd of dromedary (one-humped) camels exhibiting wild behavior in the world”. Also “Live camels are exported to Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, Brunei and Malaysia, where disease-free wild camels are prized as a delicacy. Australia’s camels are also exported as breeding stock for Arab camel racing stables and for use in tourist venues in places such as the United States”. After that we hear a story about the wild horses and a few tidbits about the history of the continent. The suburbs of Sydney look very similar to Californian suburbs; low houses with a front porch and a small yard in front; no fences. Someone asks if we’re gonna see anything in this weather. Worst for Blue Mountains says Mark is when there’s no visibility. But trust me, I’ve been going up there for the last 9 years and it rarely happens that it’s foggy. But that’s how it is today, so either we’re that lucky or he’s lying to make us feel better 🙂

To recap some of the stories the guide told us, Australia was first sighted by the Dutch navigator Willem Janszoon in 1606 who charted the whole western and northern coastlines but made no attempt at settlement. He was followed by James Cook in 1770 who mapped the east coast of Australia, named it New South Wales and claimed for Great Britain. It was decided that these new territories will be used for the establishment of a penal colony and the first boat carrying convicts arrived on 26 January 1788, date which became Australia’s national day. The idea was that the colony would be self sufficient because they were a long way from everything but in the beginning they were dependent on supplies brought by ship. Mark also talked a bit about our destination, Blue Mountains, a mountainous area located about 50 kilometers west of Sydney. Before the arrival of the Europeans, these were inhabited by the Aboriginal and traces of their habitation can be found in many places in the area. After many attempts at crossing the Blue Mountains the Europeans finally succeeded in mapping a road in 1813.

Our first stop for the day is Featherdale, a wildlife park where you can see and feed native Australian animals. Koalas were kept in pens without meshes, screens or bars so it was easy to see them and take pictures. Most of them were sleeping. There is always one koala on “show” for people to pet and take close pictures with. Unfortunately we got to the park at the same time with another tour bus, one of the big ones, so it’s a long line to pet the koala. It takes about 10 minutes wait but finally I get to touch the cute marsupial. Its fur feels like that of a sheep, surprisingly scratchy. Next we buy some food and step into a big pen – wallabies, kangaroos, emus, all vying for the same meal. The wallabies were the friendliest I think. All the animals seemed in good health and used to the visitors. We spent most of our time at the zoo in this petting and feeding area, saving only the last 15 minutes before we were supposed to go back to the bus to see the rest of the park. We also saw some birds, penguins, wombats, a few cassowaries, dingoes, a crocodile and a Tasmanian devil on his lunch time. After an hour or so in the company of Australia’s amazing animals we get back on the bus to go on to our next stop.

Mar 122012

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Destination USA, Episode 1

I’ve decided to take a short break from the Australian story but not to worry I’ll be back soon with more about the trip down under. The break is due to the fact that I wanted to write the first post of what I hope to become a series on American destinations. This idea was prompted by a posting on a Romanian blog, where the author asked the readers to name the popular destinations that don’t attract them. Among the places listed many of the readers mentioned United States as being unattactive for them. Having lived in USA for quite a few years and traveled around many parts of it, I think many people have the wrong impression about what’s to see in United States. Most have the idea, undoubtely promoted by the many movies and TV series, that America is made of NY and LA and maybe the Grand Canyon. While NY and LA are one facet of USA, there’s much more to see around the country, beautiful places that are truly unique.

For this first post of the series I picked a place that I really enjoyed, so much so that I went back three times to visit it again: Death Valley National Park.

Located in east-central California, on the border with Nevada, Death Valley is one of the most interesting places to visit in the southwest USA. This national park holds a number of records like being the lowest place in North America (282 feet below sea level), the driest and hottest place in the Western Hemisphere (highest temperature on record of 57.8 °C on June 10, 1913 is close to the world record of 57.8 °C registered in ‘Aziziya, Libya, on September 13, 1922).

After visiting for the first time in October 2001 I returned to the Death Valley three times. That first trip took me from San Francisco to Death Valley, Las Vegas, Grand Canyon and back. It was the first time that I discovered the beauty of the American southwest. The years that followed I explored it every time I had the chance. My last trip to the valley was in November 2009, when we drove to the park from Las Vegas. No matter what direction you’re coming from, when you enter the valley you’ll be struck by the spectacular terrain which changes from High Sierras to desert, a valley like a vast emptiness all around you, the mountains high, far away in the background. It feels like you’re leaving the rest of the world behind you, and all you can see except for the empty landscape is the straight road up ahead, disappearing into the horizon. You might as well be on an alien planet, in some undiscovered solar system. And still … Despite the apparent starkness there’s plenty to see. You have canyons, craters, bright colors, sand dunes, good looking ruins, grand views, even rocks that move. For those seeking solitude this is the perfect place. Even if some attraction points might seem a bit crowded, if you leave those behind within a few minutes you’ll find yourself completely alone, nobody driving either way, wind blowing in your ears, thousands of acres of land without a human soul in sight.

Even though at first the valley might appear featureless that impression is false as there’s plenty to see. My must see sites in Death Valley include:

Zabriskie Point

Made famous by Antonioni’s film with the same name (1970) Zabriskie Point offers some beautiful views of the Golden Canyon badlands. The yellow and beige colored hills were once lake bottom sediments. The point is named after Christian Zabriskie, an important figure in Death Valley borax mining.

Artist’s Drive and Artist’s Palette

This is a one-way nine miles scenic drive through hills splashed with colors from mineral deposits. There are reds, yellows and pinks from the iron salts, green from decomposing mica, and purples from manganese. About halfway through the drive is Artist’s Palette a remarkable spot which is worth a stop.

Stovepipe Wells Sand Dunes

Located very close to Stovepipe Wells are the undulating sand dunes. They are being continually recreated by the winds which carry sand from the mountains and then deposit it here. The dunes can be explored by foot (park on the side of the road). There is no trail, but that is part of the fun, you can create your own trail.

Devil’s Golf Course

A field of salt pinnacles today, this used to be a lake more than 2000 years ago. When the lake evaporated, it left behind the layers of crystallized salt. This is constantly recreated as salty water is brought to the surface through capillary actions and then it evaporates resulting in new salt crystals. You can hear the noises made by the salt as it expands and contracts with the changes in temperature.


Badwater is the lowest point in the western hemisphere, 282 ft (85m) below sea level and also the hottest spot in the park. There’s a small pool of water which surprisingly hosts life (if we were to believe the signs that mark the spot). Turn around and look up the rocky wall to find the sign that marks the sea level.

Dante’s View

Dante’s View is situated at 5475 ft (1650m) on a peak of the Armagosa Range. It offers a spectacular view of the Valley below surrounded by ranges of mountains. This is where you experience the “big picture” of Death Valley. Pools of Badwater lie below; across the valley is the Panamint Range, with its highest point Telescope Peak.

Ubehebe Crater

The Ubehebe Crater is located in the north of the Valley and it’s quite a drive to get there. But if you plan to see Scotty’s Castle then Ubehebe is only 8 miles away from the castle. The crater was formed by a massive volcanic steam explosion a few thousand years ago. There is a trail to the bottom of the cone.

And the list doesn’t stop here. If you have the time to explore more of the park you can also visit Scotty’s Castle, Twenty Mule Team Canyon, the Natural Bridge, Harmony Borax Mines, Devil’s Cornfield, Titus Canyon etc. There’s even a spot where one can look at the tracks of some mysterious sliding rocks at, a place called the Racetrack which I have yet to visit (the road is in really bad shape and we’ve been warned that many cars have lost all 4 tires trying to access it so we didn’t dare to try it in our rental car). The biggest hurdle for all these visits is time, since the park is huge and it takes time getting from one point to another. I recommend that you give the park two days, spending the night here, this way
you’ll have more time to see all the park has to offer.

I hope I convinced you to visit and that if you ever find yourself in the American southwest you’ll take a detour and see Death Valley. In my next post I’ll talk a bit about the planning needed to visit Death Valley.

Mar 082012

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Sydney Day Two

For the second day we planned to explore Sydney’s other harbour by its name Darling Harbour. Not as beautiful or famous as Sydney Harbour, I think that Darling Harbour can be even more interesting than Sydney Harbour for people who have kids because of all the activities that one can do there. Darling Habour is home to Sydney Aquarium, to the Sydney Wildlife World, to the National Maritime Museum, the world’s largest IMAX screen and a lot more. The harbour extends north from Chinatown and then along both sides of a bay called Cockle Bay. Since our hotel was located in Chinatown, Darling Habour was literaly a 5 minutes walk from our room. Our plan for the morning was to visit the Sydney Acquarium and maybe the Wildlife World if we weren’t tired or hungry afterwards. I thought the admission price to the aquarium to be a bit steep ($35/person if I remember correctly). Right when you go in there’s the platypus exhibit but the platypus was nowhere to be seen (bummer!). But I did get to see something I didn’t see before: a dugong which is a large aquatic mammal similar to the manatee. The most impressive exhibit of the aquarium is a series of underwater see-through glass tunnels where sharks, turtles, all sorts of fish, manta rays and the above mentioned dugong swim all around the visitors. Walking through these tunnels was a nice experience.

After having a drink at one of the cafes lining the quays we decided we’re too tired for the Wildlife World and so we went to lunch. Cris wanted to try kangaroo meat and searching on the web I have found one restaurant that was serving it. It was called Belgian Beer Cafe, located in the area known as The Rocks. So we walked to the cafe, thus becoming even hungrier and more tired. Cris got his kangaroo meat but was a bit dissapointed. It tasted like beef he said. I was in a “kangaroos are so cute I couldn’t bear to eat one” mode so I didn’t try it. Living up to their name, the cafe has quite a few Belgian beers so we sampled a few. Which coupled with the big meal and the jet lag sent us back to the hotel for some afternoon sleep. On the way back to the hotel we decided to try the monorail which connects Darling Harbour, Chinatown and the CBD (Central Business District). At AU$5 for a single ride I thought it to be a bit steep for what it offers (8 stations on 3.5km) but we decided to try it once. The track runs about 5.5 meters above the ground so you get some views of the city from high up but they’re really not that great.

After getting some sleep we started toward King Cross, walking along Oxford Street, Sydney’s gay neighborhood, in all appearance a nice street lined with bars, restaurants and clubs. Then we followed Darlinghurst Rd. arriving at the big Coca Cola sign which is considered to be another Sydney icon. King Cross is Sydney’s red light district. I don’t know how it might have looked in the past but nowadays it looks like a mixuture of strip joints and sex shops and trendy cafes and restaurants. It didn’t seem dangerous but we only hanged around until 11 in the evening or so. This area is also backpacker central, with a few hostels and budget accommodation available, especially along Victoria St.

To be continued …

Darling Harbour

Sydney Acquarium

The dugong

Belgian Beer Cafe

The Monorail

Oxford Street

Coca cola sign

King Cross

Feb 292012

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Sydney Day One, last part

There isn’t much left to say about the first day. After resting for a few hours we went out of our hotel which was located in Chinatown and headed again for Sydney Harbour with the intention of seeing the Opera House at night. This time we followed George Street all the way to the water. The Opera House was beautifully lit, looking like it captured all the light in the world and was now sailing quietly into the night. We stopped for a drink at the Opera Bar and then headed back to the hotel to call it a night.

To be continued …

Feb 262012

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Sydney Day One

As we exit Hyde Park I stop to take a few shots of the Sydney Tower before continuing on Macquarie Street on our way to the Royal Botanic Gardens and Sydney’s Harbour. Macquarie Street is lined with what looks like old public buildings, from the Hyde Park Barracks Museum and Mint Museum to Sydney Hospital and the State Library. In front of the Sydney Hospital we run into a copy of the Porcellino, a gift of the people of Florence to Sydney (later I read on wikipedia that there are several copies of the famed boar around the world).

The Royal Botanic Gardens were established in 1816. I liked the sign at the entrance that read “Please walk on the grass. We also invite you to smell the roses, hug the trees, talk to the birds and picnic on the lawn”. This was so different from the attitude in my home city of Bucharest where until two years ago you weren’t allowed to step on the grass in public parks. The Gardens seemed very lovely and I would have enjoyed them more if not for the light rain, stopping and starting every few minutes. At some point Cris pointed to some large black fruits hanging from branches and a moment later we realized that they were in fact huge bats, sleeping upside down, clinging to a branch with their feet, with their wings wrapped around them. The Royal Botanic Gardens are home to a colony of over 22,000 flying-foxes, a species of large bats, weighing up to 1 kg, with a wing span which may exceed one meter. These have settled in the garden some years ago, possibly in response to the loss of their native habitat.

The rain had eased back and it was slowly clearing by now so we walked along the waterfront and got our first glimpse of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. If I were to ask people from all over to name a famous building from Sydney I’m willing to bet that 99.99% would name the Opera House. Sydney Opera House is to the city what the Eiffel Tower is to Paris, the Colloseum to Rome or the Empire State Building is to New York City. In my opinion what makes the building so unforgettable is without doubt its distinct and innovating architecture along with its great location on the tip of one of the world’s pretties harbours. The Opera House is the design of the Danish architect Jørn Utzon who won the competition design in 1957. Construction of the building started in 1959 and ended in 1973 and was not without controversy. The original cost estimate was $7 million while the completion date was set by the government to be 26 January 1963; in reality the building was finished 10 years later in 1973 at a cost of $102 million. Jørn Utzon ultimately resigned the project and the interior was completed by an Australian design team. The most striking architectural element is the roof, which is made of precast concrete covered in granite tiles imported from Sweden. And finally, one last piece of information and I promise to move on, Sydney’s Opera House was made a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2007.

Having circled the building we moved on to explore Circular Quay. Our intention was to find a place to eat in the area known as “The Rocks”, which was just a short walk away. Circular Quay is the hub of the city’s ferry system, from where all ferries depart to travel to various Sydney suburbs. Buses and trains also connect here. The area around the actual ferry terminal and piers is full of cafes, restaurants, kiosks selling everything from magazines to snack foods. The crowd of tourists is entertained by various street performers. We walked along the water taking pictures and headed to “The Rocks”, which is the site of Australia’s oldest settlement. The area was established shortly after the colony’s formation in 1788. The original buildings were made of sandstone, from which the area derives its rocky name. These days “The Rocks” is home to hotels, boutiques, bars and restaurants, a draw for tourists and locals alike. We went from door to door reading menus and finally picked a restaurant called “bel mondo”. Not much of an atmosphere at lunchtime, but the food was excellent. The delicious food came with a price though as this was an expensive place, costing as much as the same dining experience in NY. After lunch we decided it was time to check in at the hotel so we made our way back. I couldn’t wait to unpack, take a shower and to rest up for few hours.

To be continued …

Sydney Tower

Il Porcellino

Sydney Library

Royal Botanic Gardens


Opera House

Circular Quay

Harbour Bridge

Opera House

Feb 222012

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Sydney Day One, Arrival

Growing up in communist Romania, where average people weren’t allowed to have a passport and getting out of the country was heavily restricted, I never imagined myself visiting Australia. My wildest dreams took me only as far as Paris and even that I didn’t dare to hope. And yet, after a long layover in London, on a cold February day of year 2011 I took off in a plane bound for Bangkok where I was to change planes and continue on to Sydney. London was visible low below us, like a carpet of lights. The first part of the flight was 10h and a half out of which I managed to sleep for 7h. I’m pretty good at sleeping in planes, always have been. Then followed the 2h layover in Bangkok and a pleasant surprise: we have been upgraded to business class for the next leg of the flight. After sleeping for another 3h – I told you I’m good 🙂 – I spent the rest of my time reading from the LP East Coast Australia guide, fine-tunning the planning for the next few days. Before leaving Bucharest I have followed the news about the flooding of the East Coast changing the itinerary accordingly, such that we won’t run into any problems. But now the flights and hotels were booked so all we could do was hope for the best.

Right before landing I was witness to one of the most exquisite sunrises. The colors were a mixture of oranges and pinks bordered in the lower part by the dark grey clouds. Here and there were spots of a glorious blue sky, a promise of a clear day (an unkept promised as the day didn’t turn out that way). Passing through customs we had to line our luggage in a row and wait for the sniffing dog to do its job. The custome’s officer asked us where are we coming from and when he heard Romania he asked: “Bucharest? Timisoara?” Bucharest we said but I was quite impressed that he had heard of Timisoara. We took a taxi to the hotel. Driving in Australia is on the left like most of the Commonwealth and that in itself was interesting enough to watch on our way to the city center. It was 7.30 in the morning and Sydney was slowly coming alive. I saw many biciclists riding in the middle of the traffic and I wondered if the laws are similar to San Francisco where byciclists can ride the car lanes and have the right of way. At the hotel we were informed that our room will be ready at 2.00 PM so we left the luggage, took the camera and a map and headed out to explore the city. In front of the hotel I took out the map and tried to orient myself and 20 second later a young guy stopped and helped us with directions to Hyde Park. Wow. I was impressed. The locals must indeed be as friendly as everyone says. We walked to Hyde Park and as soon as we hit the corner of the park we decided to take a break (after all we have walked for a total of … four blocks! 🙂 ). So we stopped at the Hyde Park Cafe and started to try all the Australian beers on the menu: Victoria Bitter, Toohey’s, Crown Lager, Hahn Premium Light. All around us people were serving breakfast and drinking coffee but being on a different time zone we didn’t feel bad drinking beer at 8.00 in the morning. And soon we were happy that we stopped for a break because as soon as the beer arrived it started to rain. A light rain looking like it materialized from the humidity. At times it would stop and then it would restart going from nothing to a light spray and then back to nothing in a second like someone was playing with a faucet. After getting refills for beers we waited for a break in the curtain of rain and headed along to explore Hyde Park. We passed the Anzac War Memorial, a design of C. Bruce Dellit, built in 1934 to commemorate the Australian Imperial Force of World War I. To its north side there’s a rectangular “Lake of Reflections” pool flanked by rows of poplars. We spent some time watching the birds around the pool and then followed a tree lined avenue to the Archibald Fountain designed by François-Léon Sicard and donated by J.F. Archibald in 1932 in honour of Australia’s contribution to World War I in France.

To be continued …

Corner of Hyde Park

Australian beers

Hyde Park Cafe

Yours truly tired after the long flight

Anzac Memorial

Anzac Memorial and the “Lake of Reflections”

The Archibald Fountain

St. Mary’s Cathedral

Mar 162010

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Back in San Francisco for a two weeks trip. We’re waiting for friends from Romania to join us and together we’ll take a trip to Las Vegas, Grand Canyon, and a tiny bit of Los Angeles thrown in on the way back. A tight schedule to say the least. But as long as I get to travel I’m not complaining, even if it’s travel to places I’ve been before.

San Francisco, my city by the bay. It still feels like home even though I don’t live here anymore. As soon as I step out of the airplane I feel a familiar smell, a mixture of salty waters and probably the smell of some local plants. I have a big confession to make, I didn’t like San Francisco at first. I didn’t like it for what it wasn’t, if that makes any sense, specifically, it wasn’t New York, the city were I dreamed to be living back when I was a graduate student at Rutgers, in New Jersey. But Cris got a job offer in California and instead of New York, we moved to San Francisco. The city was too quiet and subdued for my taste (compared to New York that is) and because I was adding another 2500 miles (4000 kilometers) between me and Romania I had a feeling of being at the end of the world. I’ve heard my American friends saying that San Francisco looks European but to me it looked alien and unfamiliar. The city where it never snows, where there’s an ocean but you can’t swim in it. Where August is cold and foggy and palm trees grow next to fir trees. The city with the highest percentage of same sex households in US. Also, on a sadder note, the city with the highest number of homeless inhabitants per capita of any major U.S. city. As I started work a week after moving to California, I didn’t have a lot of time to explore the city. I just started living there and discovered it little by little. And thinking about this a year or so later, I realized I’ve been feeling at home in San Francisco for some time. Come to think of it, it did happen like the song said, I left my heart in San Francisco! 🙂

According to the San Francisco page on wikipedia, tourism is the backbone of the city’s economy. No wonder, since San Francisco has been frequently portrayed in music, film and books. The city has some tourist attractions that are checked out by all visitors, but in my opinion what makes gives this city its reputation and make it one of the most romantic looking cities in the world is the landscape. The steep, famous San Francisco streets, the ocean, the bay, the rolling fog. The hills and its location between the bay and the Pacific ocean give out an awesome view from almost anywhere in the city.

Jul 222009

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At the beginning of July I went to Paris for a six days vacation. I’ve been to Paris two times before, in the summer of 1999 and in December 2004, not counting the 7 hours I spent there last summer on a layover, when Cris and I were flying from San Francisco to Bucharest. We took the RER to St. Michel, downed some coffee (myself) and beer (Cris) and strolled through the Luxembourg Gardens before returning to Charles de Gaulle airport to catch the flight to Bucharest. In a way Paris was my first trip, the one that opened me to the world of travel. It was in the summer of 1999 when we were already studying in New Jersey at Rutgers University. You could argue that I was already traveling outside of Romania but the truth is that we used to spend all of our vacations in Romania so all I knew of the world was New Jersey, Bucharest and back. That prompted me to ask Cris in the summer of 1999 to go and see other places and I proposed that we go to Paris. It took me a long time to convince him but I eventually did and he agreed to go with the condition that I take care of visas and planning – back in 1999 Romanians needed a visa to travel to France. Passports in hand I went to the French consulate in NY and applied for a visa. Everyone told me I’m not going to get the visa but I didn’t see a reason why I won’t get it. I was in a PhD program in US, I thought that was sufficient evidence that I don’t plan to stay in France illegaly. We got the visa and I took care of the rest of the planning: plane tickets, hotel. It was probably my most researched trip – for months I read about Paris on the Internet, what to see, where to go, what to do. At some point I got tired. Everyone was raving about how great, how marvelous, how charming it is. Give me a break! I said to myself; it’s only a city, how great can it be? I arrived in Paris and I was caught into exploring the city and didn’t think about this at all. A few days later while I was drinking coffe at a small cafe on a side street I realized that I’m already caught in its charm. I love Paris. It’s great and marvelous and charming and I just love it. Paris is for me the quintessential Western European city, the glory of the French and European civilizations. It has everything I want in a city, architecturally, gastronomically, artistically & socially. It’s full of life and culture. In my three trips there I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface. There are still dozens of places I’ve yet to discover. Whatever makes you happy in the end, and that’s what this city does for me. I’ll never tire of going to Paris, a city I could easily go back to endlessly, roaming around, revisiting the Notre Dame and the Louvre, looking in windows, going into cafes, tasting the food, laughing at the miniscule rooms and feeling at home because it feels so familiar.

A few Paris images:

Notre Dame church:

Eiffel Tower:

Coffee time:

Place des Vosges:

Paris skyline:

Louvre Museum:

Skyline with Eiffel Tower

Cote d’agneau:

Champs Elysee:

River Seine:

Parisian cafe:

Jul 212009

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I’m back in Bucharest, as you probably guessed. I didn’t get to write about the last 5 days of the New York trip. This “write as you go” experiment gave me a good perspective about what it means to be a travel blog writer. I wanted to post daily but found out that it was difficult. The time it took me to write, correct and post the text was significant, especially considering the fact that I had to do it in two languages. It was also the first time that I travelled carrying a notebook in my bag. Over the course of the day I tried to make notes of everything I saw and did. In the beginning it was a bit of a nuisance to write down everything I found noteworthy but I got the hang of it quickly. And it proved to be very useful. I think I will continue to keep a diary when I travel.

I spent the whole month of June in Bucharest except for a few days at the beginning of the month when I went to the Romanian seaside, more precisely to Năvodari. The occasion was the invitation from a good friend to accompany her to the “Catamarans National Championship” at Marina Surf. It was sunny and we had good weather for the entire five days we were there. I had a great time, my only regret being that the water was too cold for swimming. I think I’m starting to like these “lie in the sun” type of vacations which I didn’t care for before.

Marina Surf beach, Năvodari:

Trying to escape the sun:

The catamarans are ready for the ride:

On Your Marks, Get Set, Ready, Go:

The winners: