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.



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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Bullet train to Okayama

Shinkansen 700 Series
Okayama probably isn't somewhere that figures on the list for every traveller to Japan, and there is no reason why it should do, but it is a relatively untouristy, normal town, and we like to include a few of those in the places we visit; they help us see the 'real' side of the country.


Shinkansen N700 Series
Up to now, we had been using the local trains to get around. They offer a cheap, reliable, frequent service, and the trains are perfectly comfortable and have space for bags, so they are great. But you can't go to Japan and not try out the famous Shinkansen, or bullet train. So as our next stops were a little further afield, we decided to splash out; tickets aren't cheap.

Shinkansen 500 Series
For any train enthusiasts out there, there are, or have been, about fourteen different styles of shinkansen, of which we saw three, the grey coloured shark nosed 500 series and the white 700 and N700 series. We were on the 500 which, like the N700, has a maximum speed of 300km/186m per hour. There are a couple that go a little faster; the E5 and E6 versions can go to 320km/200m per hour.

Of course, while these were the fastest trains in the world, the Eurostar has caught up, with the 373/e300 hitting 300kmph and the 373/e320 reaching 320kmph.

Okayama
But all of this will pale into slow insignificance if the LO series that is scheduled for completion in 2025 comes into being. It is so fast, they are having to build special new tracks for its planned route between Tokyo and Nagoya. How fast? Well, the current expectation is a breathtakingly speedy 500km/310m per hour.

Korakuen Gardens, Okayama
So anyway, Okayama. The rise of the city dates back to the Edo Period (1603-1867) and it is most well known for its Korakuen gardens, ranked as one of the top three landscaped gardens in Japan.


Korakuen Gardens, Okayama
It is certainly a lovely garden to walk around, with a lake, bridges, and even a mini tea plantation. Originally created in 1687 for the sole benefit of the ruling family, they were opened to the public in 1884.
Korakuen Gardens, Okayama

Korakuen Gardens, Okayama
Korakuen Gardens, Okayama



Korakuen Gardens, Okayama
Korakuen Gardens, Okayama




Crow Castle, Okayama


The gardens also give a good view of the strikingly black Okayama castle, known as the Crow Castle because of its colour. The original 1597 structure was sadly destroyed in the last year of World War II, and only rebuilt in 1966, but there is one small part, the Tsukimi Yagura, or moonviewing tower, that survived and dates back to 1620.

Crow Castle, Okayama

Momotaro (Peach Boy), Okayama

Okayama's other claim to fame is as the setting for one of Japan's most famous fairy-tale, the story of Momotaro, the Peach Boy. Momotaro was found by an old couple in a giant peach, and when he was fifteen he united a motley band of a spotted dog, a monkey and a pheasant (which would usually be enemies), to go off and fight the nasty ogres. Of course by working together they were successful, defeating the ogres and winning their treasure. You will see a number of references to him here, such as this statue. 

Okayama
And of course when you visit a place that not that many tourists bother with, you are more likely to interest the locals. We found a nice bar in town, with a friendly couple that run it, where we not only sampled more of the local drinks, we also managed to make friends with a Japanese businessman.

Okayama
He was great to talk to, but there was something slightly sad that he felt the need, after all these years, still to apologise to us for the war. He was very happy when we said that, while of course some of what happened was awful, we all recognise that time has passed and that we, and most people in the UK, bear no ongoing grudge against today's Japanese for what happened then. But it was an interesting conversation, the more so given that our next stop was Hiroshima, which our businessman friend was incredibly pleased to hear we were going to visit.


Okayama

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Bangkok

Our final destination with Dragoman was Bangkok. We had one night here with the group, and then we stayed extra nights to meet up with some friends from our South America trip, who were en route to Myanmar themselves.


We didn't do much sightseeing here, this was predominantly a social interlude, but we did get as far as the Grand Palace and the Reclining Buddha. Having seen so many Buddha figures in Myanmar, we found it hard to get excited about the Reclining Buddha, but the palace was quite impressive.


A couple of practical points. Don't be put off by tuk tuk drivers or 'helpful passers by' telling you the palace is closed, as this is just a ruse to get you to go somewhere else. You will need to bear in mind the dress code here. On our visit, and from other accounts, it seems the rules are not always consistently applied, but generally, trousers or skirts must be below the knee, (they may insist on full length,) and shoulders must be covered.

It says that if you wear flip flops then you must have socks on to cover bare feet, but this wasn't enforced on our visit, so perhaps have some in your bag just in case. It does seem a silly requirement when you then have to take shoes and socks off to go inside the buildings. They do have trousers etc to borrow near the gate, but that means more queuing and leaving a deposit.

The Grand Palace was built by King Rama in 1782 and the site covers over 218,000 square metres. The grounds would be very pleasant to walk around, but for the intense heat and general lack of shady places to sit and get a refreshing drink - on which point it is a good idea to bring your own water.

The buildings are varied and some of them quite stunning, but the crowds are huge. The main attraction is Wat Phra Kaew, or the Temple of the Emerald Buddha. The Buddha was discovered in a Stupa in Chang Rai in 1434. At the time, it was covered in plaster, but someone noticed that the plastic had flaked off on the tip of the nose, showing the green stone beneath. Believing it to be emerald, the plaster was removed; it turned out to be carved from jade, but the name stuck.

The Emerald Buddha has a costume for each of the three seasons, and it changed by the King himself in a special ceremony. as is often the case, photos were not permitted inside, but we got a sneaky one through the window.

Aside from that though, we largely spent time eating and drinking with people from the group or the friends we were meeting. We stayed close to the Khao San Road, so it was easy to get there when we wanted to, but a lot of the time we went out just a few streets away in Sansom, which was a little less frenetic, a bit cheaper, and nicer. And you can get a litre of beer in a can.

Thailand has never been high on our list, partly because it is such an established backpacker and beaches place. Whilst I have no doubt that there will be some beautiful places, (and we are going to have a quick stop in northern Thailand later in the trip,) we have no interest in doing the beach resorts.

Khao San Road really is the backpacker hub, and is filled with people heading to or from exactly those resorts we are avoiding.

It is full of just about every cliche you can imagine, from the teenaged 'first holiday with friend's clan who scream excitedly at everything, through the late twenties/early thirties 'I'm too young to settle down and want to prove I can still party' mobs, to the aging hippies still pretending to be dropouts, despite this being their fortnight holiday before going back to their 9-5 job and their mortgage.

Everywhere you look people are wearing the Thailand uniform of shorts (skimpy for the girls, big and baggy for the guys) or the wide leg elephant print elasticated trousers, and bikini tops or T-shirts - usually tie dyed or with deep meaningful slogans. In most cases, these clothes will never see the light of day again once they get home, but for now, they show just how freespirited and individual their wearers think are.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I am disapproving of the people here, I just find it amusing, and at the same time slightly sad, that all of these 'free spirits' are doing and wearing the same things.

The main street and those nearby are full of western food options, bars and souvenir stalls, so you can have the taste of Thailand without stepping too far out of your comfort zone.

But if you do want a culinary challenge, you can also pick up your fill of fried bugs, such as crickets, cockroaches and scorpions; of course most people just want to take a selfie with these delicacies rather than actually buying and eating them - a fact that the stall holders have cottoned on to, so most now charge a fee for the photo.

This is also the place to get yourself into one of the ping pong shows. Don't mistakenly go to one of these expecting to see people playing table tennis. How can I put this delicately? The ping pong balls here can only be fired by ladies with their legs spread wide. It is apparently quite entertaining, but as many of the women doing these shows have been forced into this and others aspects of the sex trade, and are often treated terribly, it was not something we were willing to condone by going to see.










Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Mandalay - a walk through the back streets

On our way back from Inwa, we decided to get off the truck downtown and walk back to the hotel, to get a bit more of a feel for the city. Being on the truck is great, but with quick turnarounds and a packed itinerary, you can end up isolating yourself away from the general life of the place. So after grabbing some lunch, and passing by one side of the huge old fortress that used to house the palace, we decided to just wander our way back through some of the non touristy bits.

What we rather liked about Mandalay is that it seems to be an unpretentious city that is just getting on with its own business. Yes, we had earlier driven past some newer shopping areas, but most of the city was still low level buildings where people live simply, often over the top of their workplace if they have a business.

As was usual here, we noticed that it was the men who had time to spare sitting around in tea shops, whereas all of the women we saw were constantly busy.

 The areas we passed through were not exciting or photogenic, but they showed us a slice of life.  We had been wondering whether any recycling happened here, and found our answer when we chanced upon a road that was dedicated to the sorting and recycling of rubbish.  Each place was collecting together a particular product - plastic bottles, cardboard, tins, scrap metal, glass, old tyres - each each type of thing was being collected together and packaged up.

As we passed through, we got some surprised looks - obviously this is not usually where the tourists end up, even the dogs looked confused. We said a few mingalabars (hellos) as we went and most people smiled and said hello back. Some of the children ran alongside us practising their English, albeit just hello and goodbye.

We also found ourselves in a tiny alleyway that was just lots of small homes crammed in. The women here found it most amusing to see western tourists in their little lane.  At one point the street became so narrow that we thought we might have reached a deadend, but the ladies waved us, on through.

When we emerged onto a road again, a man helpfully pointed us down the street we should take to get back to the hotel. I'm not sure whether there is only the one hotel nearby, or whether he was one of the crowd that watched our arrival in the truck and he actually remembered us; neither would surprise me.

So we arrived back safely at our hotel, having enjoyed our wander through the streets, and looking forward to sampling some of the £1.50 bottle of local dark rum that we had picked up along the way.