Where Fairies Must Live

When I was planning my trip to Croatia I was a little surprised to read that the most beautiful national park in Europe was in Croatia called the Plitvice Lakes. I thought this sounded a bit hard to believe. I didn’t think anywhere could beat the pristine views I’ve enjoyed in the Swiss alps or my hike around Mount Blanc. So I viewed this comment with great skepticism, but also with curiosity.

When planning the trip I read that the park could become very crowed by mid-day when tour buses form Zagreb arrived. So my travel companion and I chose to spend the night near the park so we could enter early in the morning. We found a lovely cottage on Airbnb near Parking 3. This way we could easily buy tickets away from the crowd and take the boat into the park once it opened.

Upon our arrival, the inn keeper recommend that we take a one mile walk down the road in the opposite direction of the park entrance to get small taste of what we would see the next day. Her directions were to to climb under the wooden fence near the bridge. This would put us at the top of the Big Waterfall. From there we could easily find the path that would take us to the bottom of the Big Waterfall if we desired. All this could be done in an hour or less. We only had a few hours before sunset and thought this would be a great way to kill some time before our other travel partners arrived.

It was cool with a heavy overcast much like a spring day back home in Seattle. We grabbed our lightweight jackets and headed on our way. We easily found the bridge and fence, but we only needed to follow the roaring sound coming from the Big Falls. After snapping a few guarded pictures on the slippery rocks  we headed down the path. As we slowly descended, each step took us deeper into a new world surrounded by the sound of falling water, misty clouds and fresh sweet air. Within a few minutes we were admiring the cascading water coming from 47 meters above. At the top we could only see a small piece, but the bottom the Big Waterfall is actually many falls all plunging into a crystal clear pool.

Originally we had planned to only see the Big Waterfall and return, but it was as though fairies or the Sirens from Greek mythology were calling us to enter their mystical world. We began to wander down the long twisting wooden paths surrounded by beautiful turquoise water. Each turn brought us to new specular views with more waterfalls falling into another pond that must be the bath for beautiful maidens. My mind returned to the book I had read back in high school called Lost Horizon by the British author James Hilton. Even though I hadn’t been in a plane crash in the Himalayas, it did feel as though we had entered the Shangri-La mentioned in the book that was mystical and harmonious. I felt that if fairies existed, this must be where they lived. My companion turned to me and said, “Is this real?” Indeed, the Plitvice Lakes are real, but you might feel for one short moment that you have passed into utopia.

The following day we arose early enough to be on the first boat across Kozjak Lake. Even though we still shared the park with many other tourists. It was still magical, and I must now agree, Plitvice Lakes is indeed one of the best national parks in Europe.


Travel Advice

  • Enter as early as possible.
  • Don’t miss seeing the area around the Big Waterfall. It is outside the park down from P3 or ST1. It requires some walking, but worth the time.
  • Wear comfortable walking shoes that work well on wet surfaces.
  • Bring a light jacket and umbrella if you plan to go in the summer and especially in June.
  • If possible, stay nearby. We stayed in an area near the Lower Lakes called Etno Garden, but  I’m sure the hotels near Entrance 2 would also be nice.



Getting Around Provence on 2 Wheels

For years I have longed to see the lavender fields of Provence. When I discovered that the lavender usually blooms in early July, I thought a bicycle trip seemed like the perfect way to go. Even though the lavender was almost finished when we arrived, the trip was still quite romantic and charming.

During the trip I shared our daily adventures with family and friends by email.  Below are the emails I sent out during our 6 day bike ride through Provence.

Day 1 – Avignon to St. Paul – 44 miles (71 km)

Our first day was very enjoyable in spite of the 20 mph head or side wind that we had to deal with ALL DAY. Once we were coming down a hill and it felt like we were barely moving! At the end of the day we rode pass many lavender fields. The air smelled like lavender for miles. The hardest part today was getting use to using a touring bike. It is a bit like being on a tight rope with wheels. All I have to do is adjust my hands on the handlebars, and I there I go wobbling back and forth. 


Day 2 – St. Paul to Mazan – 43 miles (69 km)

We were happy to leave our hotel this morning with no wind, but by 2:00 in the afternoon the temperature was close to 90 giving us a new challenge. We also passed by more lavender fields and stopped to watch some being harvested. 

Since it was Sunday there were many bicyclist on the road. Before 11:00am we had seen more bikes on the road than cars. We are guessing we saw over 250 bikers, but only about 10% were women. When I thought I couldn’t ride any further because of the heat, we came into a small village and stopped for some cold drinks. We found a bike shop where Jim got me some new bike shorts hoping they would help with my very hard bike seat. (Answer: a little.) While in the shop Jim saw bikes that cost over 6000 euros (around $6700.) But bicycling is King in Provence. The Tour De France comes through here each year. We saw more than one serious rider yelling at vehicle drivers if they thought they came too close. Believe me, I’m passed frequently as if I’m standing still by these avid bicyclist. On our last hill of the day we learned that the Tour De France racers had followed the same route just 3 days earlier. 


Day 3 – Mont Vetoux Loop – 24 miles (38.6 km)

We both started out happy this morning knowing that we would be doing 10 less miles than the 2 previous days, but that enthusiasm was quickly dissolved by all the hills on the route. I have no idea of the elevation that went up and down, but it was significant enough to fatigue my legs by 2:00pm. On the last big hill I was forced to walk my bike up the last quarter mile. If it hadn’t been for the 90+ temp. I might have made it. Jim hung in there, but was sweating profusely once he reached the top. Everything that goes up must come down. Not sure of my speed but I’m sure we reached 35 mph on many downhills. Along the route we saw the mountain called Mt. Ventoux that is always included on the Tour De France. Wisely we chose to avoid this.

Provence is very lovely. Each little village we ride through is just plain cute. Then the vineyards, miles and miles of grapes. I’m sure we have passed 100’s of wineries by now. On this touring bike I didn’t trust myself to stop for a wine tasting. 

Another great day. We are both exhausted but loving the trip.

Day 4 – Mazan to Gordes – 25 miles (40 km)

After 2 days in Mazan we rode to a lovely hillside village called Gordes. We started as early as possible hoping to get to our destination before the hottest part of the day. We continued to ride past many vineyards and a few sunflower fields. We had one hard climb in the morning but the best was saved for last. The last hour was a very long and hot steady climb. The temp. took its toll on my energy making the climb take twice as long.  But no worries, once we arrived in lovely Gordes we treated ourselves to 2 scoops of lavender gelato. Not a bad way to end a day.

Day 5 – Gordes to St. Remey de Provence – 30.5 miles (49 km)

After our French breakfast on the terrace of our hotel we were off to St. Remy. This was our first day without hills to climb. Can we all shout at once “Yippee!” My body was thanking me the whole day. We made one long stop at the lavender museum along the way and learned a great deal about types of lavender and how the oil is extracted from the flower. I was surprised to learn that lavender oil isn’t just for perfume, but has many medicinal purposes. 
Once we arrived in St Remy our 1st stop was the Saint Paul Asylum where Vincent Van Gogh lived for a year recovering from his mental condition. It is where he painted some of his most famous pictures such as Starry Night, Iris, and Sunflowers. The asylum is still used today but the area where Van Gogh lived is kept as a museum. A visitor can easily visualize where he got his inspirations. 

Day 6 – St. Remey to Avignon – 26 miles (42 km)

We finished our ride around 1:00pm. It was a fun and easy day even though we got a little lost the last hour. Both of us have very sore bums, but other than that we are feeling great. I even grew to really like my high speed touring bike which was far from true on the 1st day.


In Conclusion

I’m happy to say that we did survive our 6 day journey with only a few bumps and scratches. Along the way I learned to pay close attention to those tiny stop lights the size of 2 coke cans. On the first day I ignored one and had a wreck that sent me over my handlebars. Check out the video to get a small taste of our adventure.





Paris the 2nd, 3rd, 4th….. Time

If you’re really lucky in life, you will get to visit great destinations in the world more than once. But, how do you retain the magic that you felt on that first trip? Years ago when I lived in Berlin I had a friend who visited the same small art museum several times each year. I asked her how she always came back with fresh eyes. Her answer was simple, she focused on something different on each visit. One time it might be the hair, the next time the jewelry.

So this summer when I returned to Paris I chose to keep the tradition of having a Crouque Monsieur Sandwich at a sidewalk cafe, but also doing things I had never done before. With search engines such as Google and Trip Advisor this was very easy to accomplish. I quickly found new places to explore and even wished I had more time.

New Place #1Shakespeare and Company

On any trip to Paris it is hard to miss the Bouquinistes booksellers selling books and magazines out of large green wooden boxes near Notre-Dame on the Left Bank. As the story goes, a boat full of books was sinking into the Seine River during the Middle-Ages. The sailors on board grabbed what they could and sold the books to Parisians along the Left Bank. Viola,  a Paris tradition was born.

But if you are looking for an English book, then head for Shakespeare & Company located a block away on the Rue St. Julien le Pauvre. It seams like everyone in the world knows about this small English bookstore, but it has avoided my knowledge until now. The store was opened in 1951 by the American George Whitman. The original name was Le Mistral, but George renamed it on William Shakespeare’s 400th birthday. He renamed it after Syliva Beach’s former Paris bookstore which was frequented by famous American authors such as Hemingway, Joyce and Fitzgerald.

The store is a bibliophile’s paradise.  The words charming, cute, rustic, old, squeaky, crowded, mysterious all came to my mind when I entered through the green doorway. It feels more like someone’s home than a bookstore. WARNING: if you love books, you might have trouble leaving. The store left me with one thought as I walked out the door, “I wonder where the other great bookstores in the world might be?” Time to do a Google search.

New Place #2The Rue Mouffetard Market

Like many women, I love to shop and want a bargain, but please no crowds. In London I love the Portobello Road Market, and I wanted to find something similar in Paris. With a quick search on Sunday morning I discovered the Rue Mouffetard Market in the Latin Quarter. If Ernest Hemmingway could mention the street in A Moveable Feast, then it was worth my time.

The market is advertised as a place to meet, eat, drink, shop, sing and dance. It holds true to this promise. You can wander down the cobblestone Rue Mouffetard gazing in the old shops while you enjoy some fresh fruit, one of the 200 varieties of cheese or a pastry. The tourist crowds are far away allowing you to imagine what it might be like to live in this neighborhood. If you go on the weekend, bring along a dancer partner. At the southern end you can enjoy some lovely French accordion music as the locals dance and sing along. My Video: Sunday at the Rue Mouffetard Market.


New Place #3Sainte-Chapelle

As many Americans, I’m a fan of Rick Steves’ European travel books. I have found his advise to be usually helpful. I highly recommend downloading the free Rick Steves’smartphone app for the audio walking tours. I have found these walking tours to be both fun and extremely informative. The Paris walking tour took us to Sainte-Chapelle. I’m very puzzled on why we have never been here, but I’m so glad we stood in line for 30 min. to visit this exquisite cathedral. It was built by Louis IX, king of France, to be the home for Jesus’ Crown of Thorns and a fragment of the True Cross. You won’t find them at Sainte-Chapelle, but you will be surrounded by stunning stained glass windows.

New Experience #4 – The Top of the Eiffel Tower

Back in the early 1980’s I went to the first floor of the Eiffel Tower, but never to the very top. The top floor is a nice way to put the city into perspective. I quickly realized why my feet were so tired from walking everywhere. I also enjoyed reading the facts posted at the top and seeing Gustave Eiffel’s restored office that he shared with his daughter. If this sounds like something you would like to do, BOOK EARLY (1-3 months) unless you like to wait in very long lines.  Then if you have the time and your knees are willing, take the stairs down. There is also an Eiffel Tower app available to download.

Even though I’ve been to Paris many times, I hope this article lets you realize that you can return to any destination many times and always find something new. You can even embellish on your favorites. Remember the Croquet Monsieur traditional? A part of our time in Paris was spent tracking down restaurants known for this popular French sandwich.

So what will I find to do the next time I am in Paris? I already have my eye on taking a cooking class at Alain Ducasse Cooking School and for a summer trip a bike tour posted on Trip Advisor that goes around Versailles . Then at the top of the list,  I really want to visit Monet’s Garden of Giverny. It is always nice to save a little for the next time.

Additional Articles on this subject:

I recently read an article in the NY Times Magazine about using Instagram and other apps that offer geolocation to help with finding new places to explore. I think this could also be helpful for telling you where the photographer stood to take that awesome picture of the Eiffel Tower. Check out the article Turning Instagram Into a Radically Unfiltered Travel Guide. 

Let Me Entertain You, Kind Of

Ok, by now most of us who travel to popular destinations have come to expect and enjoy street entertainers. Their talents put a smile on our face, give us a reason to pause and provide a chance to take a fun selfie. Here are my highlights from this summer.

If you love street entertainers, then go to Avignon, France in July. During the Festival d’Avignon the city becomes a hotspot for performers. I’ll be honest, some are fantastic and some needed a little more preparation, but it is still great fun. Starting around noon the walled city looks like a giant costume party. The likes of Snow White and SpongeBob mingle among the tourists while dancers and musician groove to the music. Many are their to promote their local plays or movies, while others are entertainers passing the hat. Its a wonderful way to enjoy an ancient city. My Video: Avignon Street Entertainers


In Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina the talent was more physical than creative. Every summer day starting around 10 in the morning until sunset, you will find young men in their swimming trunks around the Stari Most bridge asking for money. Once they feel they have collected enough money, one of them will jump from the 25 meter (82ft.) bridge. (Keep in mind the Olympic high dive platform is only 10 meters high.) This beautiful old bridge was completed in 1566 during the Ottoman Empire. It was destroyed during the Bosnian War in 1993, but thankfully rebuilt with the original stones and finished in 2004. Young men have been jumping from this bridge for centuries and taking part in an annual competition at the end of July. My Video: Mostar Bridge Jumpers


My #1 favorite street performer from this summer had no real talent other than just being itself. Along the waterfront in Thessaloniki, Greece I happened upon the a lone elephant. It stood quiet still not saying a word next to a small cardboard box. I looked around to find its owner, but to no avail. Not even a simple sign giving us a name. The elephant came dressed as though it was ready for a parade, but none was scheduled for the day. But it had the best talent of all, it caused me to stop and wonder.


The next evening as the sun was setting I walked again next to the waterfront wondering if I would once again see the lone elephant. Just as I thought it was a one night occurrence, there was the elephant again. It had found a new spot closer to the statue of Alexander the Great. I must not have been the only person who thought this little elephant was very talented because its box was full of coins!


Eyes on Syria

Syria continues to be a hot topic as the civil war continues to intensify. Over the past three years as stories about this crisis continued to be covered by news reports, my thoughts always ran back to the people I met in 2010.  This started in October of 2011 when the Syrian military began bombing Homs. With each report I thought about my driver. Even though he lived in Damascus, most of his family still lived in Homs. Then in July of 2012 the Syrian army began bombing the ancient city of Aleppo. I worried about what must have happened to all the shop owners  I met inside the souk when I read that it had been destroyed by bombs. Now as the war moves into Damascus I remember the friendly street vendors and the warm welcomed hugs from women at the Umayyad Mosque.

In 2010 very few tourist were putting Syria on their places to visit. A few European tourist were enjoying cheap flights into Damascus for a long weekend of shopping in the bazaar, but few came to see the 6 Syrian UNESCO sites. When people think of tourism in the Middle East, they think about Egypt, Jordan and Israel, but not Syria. At that time it really was the best kept secret in the Middle East.

When I planned my trip I had friends ask how I could be brave enough to journey to Syria without knowing anyone who had gone before. My reply was simple, I knew about Arab hospitality. Ahmad Azban, author of Dianwan Baladna, Arab Culture from the Arab Perspective puts it this way, “To the Arabs, extending good hospitality is more than just an admirable thing to do–it is a matter of honor and also a sacred duty.” With this knowledge I talked a close friend into coming along.  We both think of it as one of those lucky decisions that one makes not knowing how precisions it will be one day.

Everywhere we went we were given a warm welcome from both the women and men. Not once did we receive an angry slur or a feeling that we were not welcomed. In fact, it was often difficult to find the opportunity to end a conversation. To help you understand the Syria I experienced in 2010 I have added images of the people I met and the story that went with each. 

The People of Syria: Our Driver

This very kind man was our driver for 12 days. He always made sure we were safe by telling us areas to avoid.  His little girl called him everyday on the phone. We quickly learned the ring tone of her calls.Restaurant Owner in Aleppo

The city of Aleppo is one of the most fascinating places I have ever visited. Before the war is was one of the last walled cities in the Middle East with a medieval souk. Deliveries were still done by donkey. One morning after taking pictures I was returning to my hotel for breakfast. While passing through the ancient souk I stopped to  take a picture of this man preparing for his daily customers. He ran a small restaurant that seated no more than 10 people.  With the click of the shutter he looked up surprised to see a Western woman standing beside him. He then insisted that I sit down. Not speaking a single word of English, he pulled out a stool and motioned for me to sit. How could I refuse?Father and his two sons

Once seated, he directed one of his sons to make me some tea. The aroma was wonderful with the smell of  cinnamon boiling in the water. Using my phrase book and the little English his sons spoke, we had a very lovely time together having tea and watching the local shops open for the day. 

You can’t seem to avoid them, there is always a”used car salesman or snake charmer” on every street corner, or in this case, every souk. This man tried his very best to charm us into buying something in his store for an outragous price. He even tried a marriage proposal to get us to buy.

Then if charm doesn’t work, give humor a try as the this man did with his sign. Shopping in Syria was always fun.

T. E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia), Agatha Christie and Charles Lindbergh once roamed the streets of  Aleppo for good reason. The Eastern extension of the Orient Express used to end in Aleppo making it a popular city for both traders and opulent travelers. This explains why Agatha Christie wrote the first chapter of her book Murder on the Orient Express while staying at the Baron Hotel in Aleppo.  I’m sure one of the delights they enjoyed was the delicious Aleppo cuisine; a mixture of Turkish, Jewish and Armenian food. If you have a sweet tooth, there are many tasty pastry shops to satisfy your appetite.

But I will never forget the evening meal we had in the Al-Jdeida section of Aleppo. Up on a rooftop overlooking the Saahat-al-Hatab square we watched the evening turn into night while we enjoyed cherry kebabs, Muhamarra dip and the whirling dervish dancers.

One day after touring the Marquab Castle we stopped for a bite to eat at a lovely outdoor restaurant with grapevines shading us from the hot summer sun.  While there one of the locals came over to say hello to our driver. He was immediately smitten with my friend. Once we finished with our lunch he insisted that we visit his garden where he pulled up some radishes to give us. My friend also got a lovely bouquet of flowers from his garden. We both wonder what his wife thought of this? 

Near Saladin’s Castle, known for battles during the crusades, we decided to enjoy a roadside stop for our lunch. This mother and daughter were busy making various Syrian meat and vegetable pies.

Near the ancient ruins of Rasafa we met delightful people who still use donkeys as their main means for transporting daily water supplies. 

We visited Syria in the middle of the summer. A little crazy, but the only time I could fit the trip into my schedule. I found the desert to be tolerable since there was usually a gentle breeze or the shade of a tree to rest under, but neither of these were available in the large city of Damascus. We found the coolest place to go was the Umayyad Mosque. We went there on more than one occasion. Sometimes to just sit in the shaded arched arcade and watch the children play in the courtyard. This incredible structure dates back 3000 years to the 9th century BC serving as a place of worship for many. In the beginning it was a worship place for the god Hadad, the Romans then turned it into a temple to the god Jupiter, but later made it a church when Constantine embraced Christianity. There have even been claims that the head of John the Baptist rests in a casket inside the mosque. When Muslims entered Damascus in 636 AD they allowed Christians to continue to worship on the western side while they worshipped on the eastern side. This arrangement lasted for 70 years.  On our visits we were always embraced by the women and children curious to know who we were.

The old city of Damascus is full of tiny side streets. Parts of the old city are Christian while other areas are Muslim. Up and down the street you can find shops of all kinds selling paintings, copper pots as shiny as a new penny,  or even a shoe cobbler. I couldn’t resist buying three pairs of handmade leather sandals from this man. Because of the intense heat in Damascus my face was covered with many small red bumps. He was deeply worried about me and asked if he could put some olive oil on my skin to help. 

One morning we arose early to check out the streets of Damascus before it became too hot and noisy with braying donkeys and honking vehicles.  While wandering up and down small streets we saw this man inside his home busy at work. He was making candy to sell to the local vendors in the souk. With two big smiles on our faces and a few hand motions we were invited inside. Little conversation took place, but sometimes words are not needed. I still have the small bag of candy he gave me in my freezer. Some keepsakes are too precious to ever eat. 

On one of our visits to the Umayyad Mosque we met this sweet young woman as she was entering through the gate. She was shy but allowed us to snap a few pictures of her. We later saw her again with her parents near the Roman arch in Damascus. We smiled and waved, then she approached me. She took off the necklace from around her neck and gave it to me. I was too touched to know what to say. Thankfully I was wearing the endless knot charm that I had bought in Ethiopia and offered it to her. To this day I wear her necklace and wonder what her life is like today. This happens when you travel, you meet wonderful people for brief moments, yet you connect in the most human way possible.

I cherish the time I spent in Syria and the people I met. They blessed me with their hospitality and kindness. Today I wish each of them peace and a quick end to the suffering of their homeland.

To see more images from my 2010 trip to Syria: http://ginalrodgers.com/images/syria/index.html

Can’t Agree More

In the last week I have read two articles in the New York Times that caught my attention. The first was called, “Traveling Without Seeing.” This article talks about the attachment we have for the electronic devices we bring along on our travels. The author, Frank Bruni, spoke about our need to download movies, games and music in preparation for a trip. Then once we are safely tucked away in our hotel room we choose to cocoon ourselves in our room instead of adventuring out into the unknown.  When we do this, we miss opportunities to interact with others and learn about the world.

I often travel alone, and believe me, it is tempting to stay in the hotel, but then I say to myself, “What am I missing out there?” So I close my laptop or iPad, grab my camera and take off to see the sights.

This attitude has provided me with a wealth of rewarding experiences. Even eating alone in a small foreign restaurant can be adventurous.   I use to think  that eating alone would be lonely, but you wouldn’t believe how many people will start a conversation with someone who is by themself. On one occasion in Greece the waiter came over to practice his English. I learned he was from Syria and had been working in Greece for more than a year. I told him I had plans to go to Syria in the near future. He then offered tips on places I should not miss. An hour later a plate of watermelon and a small glass of ouzo came to my table free of charge. How’s that for having a friendly conversation with a stranger.  On a recent trip to  New Delhi I found myself alone in my hotel room on my last day in India. My bags were packed, I had snack food to eat, and enough entertainment options on my iPad to last for a few hours, but I didn’t come to India to stare at a small screen. Instead I spent a few hours strolling the streets taking pictures along the way. The sights I saw on the street were much better than any movie I had downloaded on my iPad.

I recommend reading Frank Bruni’s article for more insight into this topic: New York Times, Traveling without Seeing

The streets of India outside my hotel room. 

The second article called, “Tour Iran? Operators Hope So,”  spoke about traveling to Iran. Only a few weeks after the contested election in 2009, I traveled to Iran with my husband. Even though most of the protests had stopped once we arrived, a few were still continuing in Tehran.  I was fearful of how we would be treated at this turbulent time, but it turned out to be one of our most memorable vacations.  While there my husband and I toured Shiraz, Yazd, Esfahan, and the ancient site of  Persepolis. Everywhere we went, we were treated like treasured guests.  I can’t begin to guess how many times my husband was asked to pose for a picture. I made friendships that I still have today. For this reason, I highly recommend reading the New York Times article about traveling to Iran. Even though the US State Dept. still doesn’t recommend traveling to Iran, I must kindly disagree.

Take the time to read this short article about traveling to Iran: New York Times, Tour Iran? Operators Hope So

Here are 2 links to my images from Iran: http://ginalrodgers.com/images/iran/index.html  and http://ginalrodgers.com/images/persiandesigns/index.html

Just a few of the wonderful  and gracious Persians we met in Iran. 

Enjoying watermelon with our woman guide and tour operator.

Enjoying watermelon with our woman guide and tour operator Cyrus Etemadi.

Our very knowledgeable    guide for most of the trip.

Our very knowledgeable guide for most of the trip.

One of the families we met and stayed in their home. When you said "cheese" for a picture they giggled and giggled.

One of the families we met and stayed in their home. When you said “cheese” for a picture they giggled and giggled.

Another family I met near Abyaneh. The women were dressed in native dress for a family celebration.

Another family I met near Abyaneh. The women were dressed in native dress for a family celebration.

I was able to spend 3 days with this family who lived in the Zagros Mountains. One day the sisters dressed me in their traditional clothes.

I was able to spend 3 days with this family who lived in the Zagros Mountains. One day the sisters dressed me in their traditional clothes.

One of the many pictures my husband was asked to pose for.

One of the many pictures my husband was asked to pose for.

For more information about Iran contact Cyrus Etemadi. He operates the tour company used by Asian Pacific Adventures.

Few Expectations but High Rewards in Madagascar

Once in a while, you just pack your bags and go on a whim that it will be a great trip. It’s a bit like going to the movie theater knowing little more than the title of the movie. The advantage to this strategy, is that you have few expectations; therefore, few disappointments.  The disadvantage, you will miss out on something great or not be fully prepared. But hey, this was Africa, there is only so much planning and preparing that you can do once the proper clothes are packed and all valuable camera & electronic equipment is secured in the carry-on bag.   I am happy to report, another African country has proven its worthiness as a great travel destination.

We were greeted at the airport by our courteous driver-guide who would be with us for most of the next 17 days. Madagascar is the fourth largest island in the world and the best way to see it is with a 4WD vehicle. Our itinerary included visiting the four national parks, Andasibe, Ranomafana, Isalo, and Kirindy with a few relaxing days on the white sandy beaches of Morondava and Ifaty.

For me,  the acme of the trip was seeing the lemurs. From my first sighting I could not get enough of their cleaver antics and big marble size eyes. The ancient authors Virgil & Ovid mentioned the Festival of Lemuria during which “ghosts” referred to as “lemures” were exorcised. As an analogy to these ghosts from Roman mythology, the name “Lemur” was given to the entire species due to their nocturnal habits & noiseless movement at night, reflective eyes, and ghostly cries. Scientists believe there are over  80 lemur species, new species are still being discovered by primatologist.  [Check out this NG video of a new discovery.] Lemurs vary in size, the smallest being the mouse lemur and the largest being the Indri which looks like a very large black and white teddy bear. The Indri are considered to be sacred with folktales adding to their enchantment. One story told to us by our guide was about  a boy who went into the forest to collect honey, was stung by bees, and fell from a tree.  An Indri caught him and carried him to safety. From what I have learned about animals, I tend to believe this is true and not a myth.  To see the Indri you need to visit Andasibe National Park. Once there you will hear their haunting, yet beautiful whale cry. [Watch this video to see the Indri and hear their cry.] Each national park we visited had lemurs to observe. When visiting a national park we were always accompanied by a park guide, this is very important since they know how to find the lemurs and sometimes carry bananas that the lemurs love. Our park guides also provided night walks at Andasibe and Ranomafana and were excellent chameleon spotters during the day and night. If seeing a lemur is on your “must see and do” list, then Madagascar is the only place where you can see them in the wild. [Read here to learn why.]

At one time almost every inch of the African continent was a European colony. Madagascar was a french colony from 1890-1960. Today French is still widely spoken by the educated Malagasy.  French food, including the bread, is widely served. You can also see the French influence in the housing architecture. In the highlands you will see many brick houses containing columns and west-facing verandas. Train stations and churches look as though they were taken from a French countryside.

Traveling around the country it felt like a large melting-pot of cultures. Indeed this is true because today’s population  is a mixture of Austronesian (origins from Borneo), North Indian, Arab, Somali and Bantu settlers. I enjoyed looking at the various hair styles and clothing worn by the women in the regions we visited.  The most interesting tradition practiced all over the country was the ritual of washing laundry by a river then stringing it among the rocks and plants to dry. Our guide told us that many believe that washing clothes by the river washes away their sins.

Madagascar has an incredible diverse landscape. Each travel day I enjoyed watching the terrain change from cultivated fields, to dense rainforest, and into a sandy desert. In the highlands many of the hills are terraced like those in southeast Asia to support the number one grown crop, rice. The south contains large grassy plateaus with the occasional granite domes to complete a Georgia O’Keeffe setting. For most tourist, the Avenue of the Baobabs near Morondave is an incredible sight in the morning and evening. Then when you need a little relaxation, there are long white sandy beaches with lovely bungalows next to the Mozambique Strait.

Madagascar is still off the beaten path for most travelers, but well worth the trouble. Because we missed seeing the lemurs do a dance, we just might have to go again. To see what I mean check out the following video, then I think you will agree, Madagacar is a ‘Must See’ destination. [Dancing lemurs video.]

To see images from my trip to Madagascar, visit my photography website: http://ginalrodgers.com/ginalrodgerswebsite/images/madagascar/index.html

Travel Tips:

  • For photographing lemurs, a small island at Andasibe was ideal for photographing and feeding the Brown and Ruffed Lemurs. The best opportunity for photographing the Ring-tailed lemur was at the Anja Reserve and a camp ground in Isalo National Park.  Remember to always focus first on the eyes and make sure you are using a fast shutter speed. I believe they move too quickly to use a tripod.
  • If you don’t speak French, a French phrase book or a French translation app will come in handy.
  • Make sure to bring along your favorite hiking shoes. The national parks can be wet and dusty.
  • For charging your electronics, bring along your plug adapters used in France and most of Europe. [Madagascar plug outlets.]
  • Madagascar is a very poor country. Our guide highly recommend not carrying our good cameras when we left our hotel in the capital, Antananarivo. A cheap disposal camera that you can buy in any grocery store is one way to take pictures worry free. (We never had a problem in the rest of the country.)
  • I’m a vegetarian, and never had any trouble finding food to eat. Pizzerias are in abundance in Antananarivo and Antsirabe. Sometimes hotels have a set menu. If I told them I was a vegetarian they were happy to substitute the meat on the menu.
  • We did not drink water from the tap, but always felt that the food was safe in the restaurants. Try and buy your bottle water from the small shops on the street. They are half the price of those sold at the hotel.
  • Many hotels provide free wi-fi.
  • On our last day in the country, I decide I must have one of those unique Madagascar folding wooden chairs. No problem, our driver took us to the craft market in Antananarivo. Everything from vanilla to wooden chairs could be found in this open market. Don’t forget to barter, I was able to get most items that we bought at one-third of the original asking price.
  • Do you like gems, over 50% of the world’s sapphires come from Madagascar.  Ask your guide for the best place to buy. I bought my gems from Chez Joseph in Antsirabe.

Our tour operator:

Jenman Tours – I would highly recommend this company. We had an excellent driver-guide. He spoke very good English, always kept us safe, and was able to answer all of our questions. He kept his Toyota Land Cruiser in perfect condition for the entire trip.  The company also arranged very comfortable and nice accommodations.

Ruffed lemur in Andasibe National Park

Ruffed lemur in Andasibe National Park

Bamboo lemur Bamboo lemur

Verreaux’s Sifaka in Kirindy National Park



Typical styled home in Madagascar containing columns and west-facing verandas.

Georgia O’Keeffe setting

Church in Ambositra

Church in Ambositra

Avenue of the Baobobs

Avenue of the Baobobs

Sunset at Avenue of the Baobabs

Sunset at Avenue of the Baobabs

Drying clothes near the river.

Drying clothes near the river.

The author with the lemurs in Andasibe National Park

The author with the lemurs in Andasibe National Park