Welcome to our travel blog. We are Tabitha and Nic. In 2011 we 'retired' in our early 40s and set off to travel the world. We spent our first year in South America and have been lucky enough to make two trips to Antarctica.

Our blog is a record of our travels, thoughts and experiences. It is not a guide book, but we do include some tips and information, so we hope that you may find it useful if you are planning to visit somewhere we have been. Or you may just find it interesting as a bit of armchair travel.



Showing posts with label UNESCO. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UNESCO. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

An introduction to Haida Gwaii

Before we get into what we did here, let me start by telling you a bit about where we are and what we are doing here. It is a bit long, but we found the place quite fascinating, and it really helps to understand a bit about the history here.

The Islands

Haida Gwaii, or the Queen Charlotte Islands as it used to be known, is an archipelago off the northern coast of British Columbia, reaching almost up to the edge of Alaska. There are around 150 islands in total, but the two main and largest are Graham Island and Moresby Island; we were staying in Queen Charlotte on Graham Island.

The islands are sometimes referred to as the northern Galapagos, because they have quite a diversity of flora and fauna, including various sub species, like the black bear here that is somewhat larger than those found elsewhere, or the type of stoat that is smaller than all of the rest. However, it was not the wildlife we were here to see – which is just as well, as we hardly saw any. It may be similar to the Galapagos scientifically, but I think you’d be disappointed if you came here expecting to have the kind of plentiful and fantastic wildlife experiences that you get in the real thing!

The Haida People

Unusually for us, we were more interested in the people here, than the wildlife. These islands have for centuries, been home to the Haida clans of First Nations People. It has been suggested that they may have arrived here around 13,000 years ago.

The Haida were a pretty fearsome bunch, known for their aggression in battle, and carrying out raiding parties against other First Nation tribes, including abducting people to be used as slaves in their villages.

We had read about these abductions of slaves before arriving, and we had wondered whether this would be discussed, or just glossed over. We were pleased to find that the Haida guides that we had were quite open about it. They did make a point of trying to differentiate between their actions and that of the Black African Slave Trade, by saying that, whilst people were taken against their will, and made to work, they were treated considerably better than slavery suggests.

We were told that, similar to the need to be seen to be generous at a potlatch, it was important that you were seen to treat your slaves well. Indeed, there are tales of them being taken back to their home villages so that they can be shown off for how well they are cared for. There are also stories that, with the need to try to avoid too much intermarriage, some slaves even married into the tribes, although of course being cynical as I am, I have to wonder just how much choice they had in that matter.

With having slaves to do most of their chores, the Haida had more time on their hands, and one by product of that is that they spent more time on artistic pursuits, meaning that their artwork and carvings are some of the most celebrated amongst First Nations people.

The Haida have two clan groups, The Ravens and The Eagles, and they lived in around one hundred settlements scattered about the islands. When the Europeans arrived, the Haida numbered around 3,000. The initial interaction was not too bad, focussed on trade and largely leaving the Haida in peace. However, in time, the British Colony started to encroach on their land, and began programmes of mining their resources.

And with increased contact, the Haida, like so many of the indigenous population, were devastated by outbreaks disease, mostly smallpox, brought over by the white settlers. By 1900, the Haida population had dwindled to only around 350 people, a loss of 90% of lives. Eventually, the individual villages were no longer sustainable, and those that were left moved to new communities in either Old Masset or Skidegate, on Graham Island, the largest island.

The islands here are a mixed community now. There are around 2,000 Haida people, with about a third living in Skidegate, a third in Old Masset, and the rest in other locations. The remaining 2,500 residents are other Canadians and some foreign settlers.
 
The fight for control of the islands

In 1974, whilst the islands were still under the authority of the Canadian Government, the Haida people set up the Council of the Haida Nations, to try to establish some degree of control for themselves and to make a claim for the title of the land. These title claims are a complex issue for the Canadian Government and Courts, and the issue has still yet to be resolved.

For once though, the old Indian Act came may well come to the aid of the Haida people. In the simplest of terms, it contained a clause that enforced any land agreements made between the white settlers and the First Nations people; this is often a bad thing, as those ‘agreements’ were often unfair and forced, but it does mean that an agreement was necessary. In the case of the Haida though, they never signed such a treaty, and so it seems that they have a considerably better chance of arguing that their lands had been taken incorrectly.

In the meantime, they have already made significant progress towards gaining control over their lives and lands. This came about after the small-scale logging on the islands was massively increased in scale in the 1980s. The Haida people had already been trying to protect the southern part of the islands since 1974, but as the logging escalated, so did their protests. The most important of them was the Lyell Islands protest, and they succeeded in stopping the logging.

The subsequent South Moresby Agreement in 1988 provided safeguards to protect the southern part of the islands, with the creation of the Gwaii Haanas National Park Reserve and Haida Heritage Site, and placed the lands under a shared stewardship with the Haida people.

This was further improved in 1993, with the signing of the Gwaii Haanas Agreement, which created the Archipelago Management Board, which has equal membership from the Council of Haida Nations and, at the time Parks Canada, but now more widely from the Government of Canada. Then in 2010, the Haida Gwaii Reconciliation Act created a marine reserve in the area, and also changed the name of the islands to Haida Gwaii (Islands of the People).

This joint decision making was reinforced by a court ruling in 2004, which specifically prevents the Canadian authorities from making decisions that may have a negative impact on their lives and lands, without consulting with the Haida people.

What's so special here?

One advantage of the islands being remote and hard to each, is that, unlike many old First Nations villages on the mainland, many of the settlements here were not taken over by white settlers. Instead, the villages were simply abandoned and, whilst a combination of time, weathering and the scavenging of collectors, means that there is not all that much to see, it is possible to visit some of them, to get a glimpse of how they used to live.

Anthony Island is home to a particularly good example, the old Haida village of SGang Gwaay. This village remains here are sufficiently impressive that, in 1981, the site was granted UNESCO World Heritage Site status. It is this that we have come to see.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Luang Prabang - Town, temples and a bit of a disappointment

Royal Palace Museum, Luang Prabang
From Chiang Rai, we took an overnight bus to Luang Prabang. The nice thing about the journey is that you arrive at the Thai/Laos border, in this case the International Border Control Friendship Bridge IV, fairly soon, so none of that nasty 'middle of the night border crossing' disruption.

On the subject of the border crossing, we got our visa on arrival, at a cost (at that time) of US$35 each.



Royal Palace Museum, Luang Prabang
That is for UK passport holders, but it does vary by country, (a) whether you can get a visa on arrival, and (b) how much it is, so do check first. Be aware that the fee has to be paid in cash in dollars; you might be able to pay in Thai Baht, but it will cost you significantly more, and if you are there any time other than 8am to 4pm on a normal (non-holiday) weekday, there will be an extra out-of-hours charge of US$1. There was also a 10,000 Laos Kip entry fee.

The not so nice thing about the journey, other than a distinct lack of sleep, was the time and place that we arrived in Luang Prabang. We got there at around 6am, but the bus didn't drop us in town, it dropped us at the main bus station, some distance out, just as it was starting to rain. The jumbos - the mini trucks that are the common form of transport here - soon arrived to take us in to town; we thought the price was far more expensive than seemed reasonable, but of course they rather have you over a barrel.

Wat Mai Souvannaphummaham, Luang Prabang
At least the hotel were had booked had a night duty guy on, who let us in to the reception area, where we could sit and have a hot drink while we waited for the day to start. We did consider that, as we were actually up before sunrise, we might take the opportunity to go along to see the famous gathering of alms by the local monks.

Wat Mai Souvannaphummaham, Luang Prabang

However, this was another one of those times where we feel that tourists are in danger of ruining a local tradition, as we have seen video of tourists getting in the way, interrupting, and generally being totally obnoxious. Obviously we would not have behaved that way, but we took the view that we didn't want to add to, or encourage, this being viewed as a sightseeing opportunity. So we gave it a miss.

Luckily the hotel had a room ready for us nice and early, so we were able to get a bit of sleep before heading out for the day.

Wat Mai Souvannaphummaham, Luang Prabang
Now, Laos is a country that I have been looking forward to visiting for a while, because it appealed as a place that might still be relatively unspoiled by large scale tourism. It is also somewhere that we have only ever heard positive things about - everyone who has been here seems to love it, and they often return.

But we didn't love it and I'll explain why in this and some of the other Laos posts to come. That doesn't mean we didn't enjoy any of it - there were some good aspects - but overall, we felt that Laos was the country where we most felt like we were being treated as a cash cow, to be ripped of if possible. It also felt like there was a real split between the local people and the tourists here, with we tourists being corralled into our own areas.
Luang Prabang

Here in Luang Prabang, the peninsula of the city, which is a UNESCO world heritage site, is effectively entirely given over to tourism, with locals living further inland. Aside from the temples, almost everything here was a hotel, tour group agent, souvenir shop or a western style restaurant or bar.

Now don't get me wrong, as an easy place to chill out, to take a break from any Asia overload, or to have a holiday somewhere in Asia without having to immerse yourself too much into the food and culture, it is probably perfect.


Night Market, Luang Prabang
And we enjoyed our time here as a relaxing break. But it really doesn't feel like you are engaging with the country. I suspect that you need to go to less well known areas, probably in the south of the country, to do that.

And then there are the prices. We were genuinely surprised at how much things cost here, be it tours, meals or souvenirs. Given the low price of groceries, and what we learned about wages in the country, there is absolutely no way that the prices we were being charged were anything other than extortionate.
Morning Market, Luang Prabang

I know that they have to import some many things, making base prices a little higher than Thailand, and I don't mind that they put prices a bit higher for tourists, but the amounts here felt unreasonable. Even worse, we got the distinct impression that those people working directly with tourists, and those that own the factories where the souvenirs are made, and various officials, all make a very nice profit, while those working for them or in the rest of the country, are left in poverty.

It also seems that most of the tours are not very ethical. The hill tribe tours sounded like they are of the 'human zoo' variety, and the elephant ones all seem to involve riding.

Garavek storytelling, Luang Prabang
So anyway, what about what we did like here. You can quite see why the whole of the old town here on the peninsula is a UNESCO site. It is full of lovely old buildings, from temples to French Colonial. You can very easily imagine the streets devoid of any kind of motorised vehicle, and you will still see the odd handcart being pushed now.

There were some nice places to eat and drink. The Coconut Garden was a reliable and reasonably priced place. If you want to spend a bit more L'Elephant is supposed to be good, though we didn't try it, the 3 Nagas was OK, and Blue Lagoon was excellent.

There were some good cafes - Saffron Coffee and Le Café Ban Wat Sene - which were also by far the best place to get wifi and aircon. Another café, Le Banneton, is known for its croissants.


Wat Sensoukaram, Luang Prabang

We also rather liked a nice little bar and tapas place called Opera House, which also had good wifi. There are other, livelier bars like Utopia, Hive etc, but we didn't bother with them.


Wat Sensoukaram, Luang Prabang
And bear in mind that Luang Prabang has a curfew; I can't remember the exact time, but it was about 11:30pm, and many of the smaller hotels do actually close their doors then, because the staff go to bed.




One evening here, we went along to Garavek, which is a little company that holds story telling shows, in a little room with about thirty seats. It isn't a totally authentic experience - realistically, nothing for tourists ever is - but it is enjoyable and sufficiently informative to be worthwhile. You can buy a drink there to take in with you if you want to.

But perhaps the most interesting thing that we did in town, was a couple of hours spent at Big Brother Mouse. BBM is part of an aim to get Lao people reading. Sasha, Khamla and Siphone have worked together to provide childrens' story books that are written in the Lao language and English, so that children can learn to read, learn English and learn enjoy reading. In addition, in Luang Prabang, they run two sessions a day where tourists come in to help local youths with their English. That can be reading to them, listening to them read, helping them with their homework, or even just having a conversation with them.
Wat Sensoukaram, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang


Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang
Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang



Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang


Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang


Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang
Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang
Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Wat Xieng Thong, Luang Prabang

Mekong River, Luang Prabang

Mekong River, Luang Prabang

Mekong River, Luang Prabang




Thursday, January 24, 2013

Havana - cars, cigars, chocolates and crafts

For our remaining three days in Havana, we reverted to wandering the streets and sitting in cafes.  For us, the charm of Havana is not in the museums, but rather in walking along and seeing the crumbling but still beautiful buildings, the falling apart but fabulous cars and the times-gone-by but still trading counter shops.


Vintage they may be, but most at least are still vibrant in their way.



The evidence of a once very wealthy society is all around, and it is fascinating, sad and yet oddly reassuring to see how little those symbols of wealth have  been so little cared for over time.

I am very glad that they are now working to preserve the architecture that is here but the reality is, had the country continued to develop and build during these post revolution years, many of these lovely building would be long since gone.

Similarly had there not been restrictions on the import and sale of vehicles, Cuba would not have the many Cadillacs, Pontiacs and other vintage cars that we see today.  We were concerned that with restrictions being relaxed, these old cars would be sold to dealers from the States and Europe and replaced by the more efficient but soulless new cars.

Happily, we heard that the UNESCO status recognises that these cars are a part of Cuba's heritage now, and protects them as well as the buildings.

But even we couldn't resist one museum - the museum of chocolate!  Not that it is really a museum.  It is really a cafe and shop,  where you can watch them make the chocolates and see a few cabinets with old chocolate moulds and other paraphanalia.  But the chocolate was quite tasty, so we weren't complaining.

Then of course even as non smokers like us, you can't come to Cuba without visiting a cigar factory.  We had tried the one in Santa Clara, but that was no longer doing tours, so we figured we'd go to the one here.  Except that was closed too.

But at least here there was a lady sat at a workstation in the corner of the shop making the cigars for the benefit of we tourists.  So we did get to see the process and it didn't cost us anything.

We also made it to the Almacenes de San Jose craft market where we spent some hours looking around at the multitude of paintings of old cars.  These are of course slightly kitsch, but I do like them, and we spent some time considering them before finally deciding we don't currently have any walls, and by the time we do again, we will have far too many pictures and photos for this one to get put up.  So instead, I bought a colorful paper mâché boot and Nic bought a Che Guevara wallet, partly because he needed a wallet, and partly because he liked the irony of it.
 
Beyond that we spent some time in a few bars and restaurants, often with a few rum based drinks and some (usually welcome) musical entertainment. Three places that didn't have any live music, but which we rather liked were La Imprenta, Palador Doña Blanquita and El Chanchullero.

The first, La Imprenta, was a state run restaurant, which was something of a surprise as unlike most, it was really rather slick.  The food was great, they had some good wines, it was good value and the service was impeccable, but the more remarkable thing was the design.  It was an old print works building, and the decor was built around that.  The seats and tables were all carved wooden typeset letters, there were old bits of printing machinery, and many other interesting, slightly unusual, and yet still tasteful touches.  Something of a surprise really.

The second , Palador Doña Blanquita, was not state run, but rather a small restaurant on the second floor of an anonymous looking building.  The food was good, and there was a nice view across the Prado, but what amused us here was that this is so clearly  a place that someone has opened where they live.  We could tell this because at the room at the back we could clearly see the old mum asleep on the sofa.

And the last, El Chanchullero, was a lovely but tiny little bar on Plaza del Christo.  It made great cocktails and although we didn't eat here the food did look good.  But the interesting element for us was that it was very different to what we had come to expect in Cuba.  It had excellent quirky decoration, including a tiny shrine inside and was very simple and cosy.  It was the sort of place that would have gone into whatever city we were in.

Perhaps it seems wrong that some of the places that appeal to us are those that are less traditional.  We do like to go to the traditional places, but we quite like to see what is new about a place as well.

Sometimes as a tourist it can feel like all of the traditional things are a bit false - done for the tourist market rather than because it is what they would still choose to do.

They are still interesting and can tell you a lot about a place's past, but we like to mix in a bit of the more modern culture too, and perhaps get to learn a bit about where the country and it's people are going rather than just where they have already been.