Perfect moments in travel
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Right, I've just got back from a month in Argentina and am feeling thoroughly sentimental about past travels. This isn't intended to be a willy waving thread therefore, please, no posts about piloting your private jet onto Necker Island, just moments when you couldn't really believe how "right" it all was...
Mine probably remains an evening last year in Bolivia. I'd met a beautiful Turkish woman in Peru and decided to alter my plans to travel there with her. We got a ferry over to the Isla Del Sol on Lake Titicaca, in itself a completely bonkers location, 4000m ASL.
In the evening we walked to a restaurant at the top of the island, just beside a small wood and overlooking the bay with an incredible sunset.
This tiny restaurant "Las Velas" had no power, just an adobe building lit by candles, with a Bolivian husband and wife cooking, serving and greeting, both apparently classically trained chefs. Ordered our food and watched the sunset with glasses of Bolivian wine.
Food took ages, but was outstanding- Pejerrey (local fish) baked in foil with a wonderfully aromatic marinade and rosemary, and a home-made (including pasta) lasagne perfectly baked.
All the while, a very unusual but suitably atmospheric Bolivian radio station playing jazz in the background.
Not expensive, not fancy, not even planned, just a perfect few days in a location I'm privileged to have been.
Over to you...
Mine probably remains an evening last year in Bolivia. I'd met a beautiful Turkish woman in Peru and decided to alter my plans to travel there with her. We got a ferry over to the Isla Del Sol on Lake Titicaca, in itself a completely bonkers location, 4000m ASL.
In the evening we walked to a restaurant at the top of the island, just beside a small wood and overlooking the bay with an incredible sunset.
This tiny restaurant "Las Velas" had no power, just an adobe building lit by candles, with a Bolivian husband and wife cooking, serving and greeting, both apparently classically trained chefs. Ordered our food and watched the sunset with glasses of Bolivian wine.
Food took ages, but was outstanding- Pejerrey (local fish) baked in foil with a wonderfully aromatic marinade and rosemary, and a home-made (including pasta) lasagne perfectly baked.
All the while, a very unusual but suitably atmospheric Bolivian radio station playing jazz in the background.
Not expensive, not fancy, not even planned, just a perfect few days in a location I'm privileged to have been.
Over to you...
Interesting thread to come back to, idly flicking through PH as its about the only website the sloooow satellite broadband will load.
I left the UK exactly 10 months ago. Train through Europe, Russia, Mongolia, China, North Korea, China, HK then motorbike through Vietnam, bussed through Cambodia, Thailand. NZ for a fortnight then I've been in South America since early December...
Down to my last £500 of savings now, but by a stroke of luck landed a teaching job in the Galápagos Islands which pays me enough to live for a bit.
Magic moments? Well, swimming with 2 sealions last weekend might have done it!
I left the UK exactly 10 months ago. Train through Europe, Russia, Mongolia, China, North Korea, China, HK then motorbike through Vietnam, bussed through Cambodia, Thailand. NZ for a fortnight then I've been in South America since early December...
Down to my last £500 of savings now, but by a stroke of luck landed a teaching job in the Galápagos Islands which pays me enough to live for a bit.
Magic moments? Well, swimming with 2 sealions last weekend might have done it!
No, I fully understand, sometimes music makes a moment. I had similar at the end of a trip to Japan. It had been utterly fantastic and as I was walking out of the hotel to get to the airport Ryuchi Sakamoto's "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence" started playing. This was the song that got me really excited about Japan, and hearing it at that moment sent a shiver down my spine.
I am a big gayer, yes.
I am a big gayer, yes.
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