Saturday, 11 February 2012

Jordan - Spring 2012

My Week with Jordan
Sunday, 12 February 2012

It has to be said, Jordan isn't really a place that initially comes to mind when one considers holiday destinations and had it not been recommended to me as a top scuba diving site it would have never crossed my mind.  Though it took some persuading i managed to convince a colleague that Jordan was the trip for them and soon our flights were booked and excitement grew.  We arrived late Saturday night to our first hotel called "The Mariam" in Madaba.  I picked this particular hotel as it sorted us out with an airport pickup and organised a jam packed day of exploration as soon as we rose.  I was sat next to a local Jordanian on the plane and spent the flight, i am sure rather annoyingly, enquiring about all the local dishes.  My mouth was watering just talking about them and so breakfast couldn't come soon enough.  This is my first time in the middle east!  A completely new cuisine that has never come in contact with my taste buds.  Labaneh was the dish mentioned for breakfast by my in flight buddy but as a typical hotel buffet breakfast goes i couldn't help myself but to sample a bit a of everything that was on offer.  Hummus, a sort of bean stew and flat bread with a herb blend spread over it (later learnt that this is called Zataar which is a mix of thyme, sesame seed and olive oil).  Labaneh was a kind of yogurt, mixed with some herbs and olive oil, but thick enough to spread on your flat bread.  Olive oil seems massive here!?  I always thought of Italy as the don of Olive oil but it is quite clearly just as big (if not bigger) here.  Anyway, typical Jordanian breakfast... Check!

The Hotel restaurant is on the top floor giving a great panoramic view of Madaba.  Buildings here all tend to look like they are from a Picasso Cubic painting with blocky flat roofs and no curves.  Though it is a reasonably chilled 7 degrees at the moment, the landscape looks baked by an unforgiving sun.  It seems, however, that the clothes i travelled in (my only jacket and trousers) will be seeing more light than the shorts and t-shirts that take up the bulk of my luggage.  
The days itinerary included a visit to a Mosaic School, a climb up Mt Nebo, a tour around Bethany and a splash in the dead sea (all driven by our private driver for 30JD).  It was genuinely interesting to watch them make the Mosaics and learn how it is all done.  A complimentary Arabic tea went down lovely whilst we nosed through massively expensive mosaics and painted ostrich eggs before we subtly left without purchasing a thing.  Mount Nebo (described to us by our taxi driver in broken English as "big name, small place") is the supposed resting place of Moses and the point at which God showed him the promised land.  I am a practising Catholic and completely overlooked the massive religious significance of Jordan.  Jesus was baptised in the river Jordan, Moses's spring is just around the corner and if you're going to walk on water then the dead sea is probably your best shot!  As vulnerable tourists we paid 8 JD (plus 2JD entrance) for a tour guide of Mt Nebo.  I wouldn't recommend it as anything we learnt from him was pretty much written on signs around the place.  And in hindsight we were very clearly ripped off.  Live and learn.  Bethany was the baptism place of Jesus where the river Jordan works as the boundary between Jordan and Israil.  It is literally a stones throw away (though you would probably get shot if you tried) and it was fascinating to watch tourists in Israil doing exactly what we were doing but in another country.  Due to the river Jordan's great significance in the bible there are churches of all denominations being built here.  Well worth the visit.
The final leg of our day tour was easily the most anticipated.  The weather got warmer the closer we got and was a toasty 22 degrees (though it doesn't look like it) by the time we reached the lowest point on the entire planet... the Dead Sea!  We paid 16JD each (i know...) to get into a resort where we got changed and made our way down to the crystallised shore.  Though the air temperature was pleasant, the water was pretty cold.  Or at least cold enough to require a count down to dive under.  3....2... i brace myself for the chill...and 1! This was our first mistake.  NEVER dunk your head under in the dead sea.  "it buuuurns!!" wails Jane as she emerges rubbing her eyes.  My chapped lips felt like a well used pin cushion and my eyes were clearly on fire.  With blurred vision the beautiful "crystallised shore" became a gauntlet of jagged rocks as we tried to make our way out of the acid bath and to the comfort of our sodium free towels.  God forbid if we had stubbed our toe on a salt encrusted rock.  Here came my second mistake; i licked my lips... @%*!£#?.  I kid you not, it is definitely saltier than salt itself!  With a flush of fresh water and lots of blinking and rubbing the drama was over.  Despite what we just felt, the minerals in the water and mud here are supposedly very good for you.  Some of the best quality mud scrubs, which women spend ridiculous amounts on in shops/spas, come from here.  I used this thought to justify spending more money (3JD) to cover ourselves head to toe in the local mineral rich mud.  This was followed by the instructions to wash our bodies in the silky sea and our faces in the fresh water showers.  Go figure. Obviously you wouldn't wash your face in the sea.  Who would be stupid enough to do that.
This evening we ate our first local dinner.  Such a busy day we didn't even notice that we hadn't eaten lunch.  That is big for me!  So after a quick scrub down and a chat with our hotel man we went out on foot to explore the town and find dinner.  We were recommended to eat a "Shawarma" at a "Darna restaurant" in the city centre and then to hang out in Ayola Cafe afterwards with a shisha.  We couldn't have planned a better evening.  No more than a 10 minute walk we arrived at Darna which at first glance just looked like a typical kebab shop with its great towering logs of revolving meat and flickering doner sign.  They had two spits (chicken and lamb), an oven and a few trays of salad.  They clearly specialised in serving Shawarma and nothing else.  I would like to describe it as a doner wrap which you would usually experience in the early hours of a Saturday morning.  But no it is much more than that.  These still taste great when you've had absolutely nothing to drink!  In a Muslim country that's an important factor.  The meat is actual slices of real animal unlike the processed mush of our regular doner.  It is then wrapped, along with salad and sauce, in a paper thin flat bread and toasted.  I had two (one chicken and one lamb obviously) and have decided that i will be eating a large number of these over the next few days.  Fantastic fast food!  Roaming around we got a feel of Madaba city life; visiting shops and entertaining street vendors.  Street food doesn't seem that great here.  A lot of boiled corn and variations on different beans.  Taste pretty standard and nothing to really get excited about.  I am sure we will come across some amazing Falafel stall at some point.  Ayola Cafe was the perfect end to this eventful day.  Tourists and locals seemed to roost here once the moons out and with an Arabic tea in one hand and an apple flavoured shisha pipe in the other i can see why.  All stresses of all kinds had dissolved in a single night.  I'm chilled, i'm relaxed and i'm ready for the rest of what already is an awesome holiday. 

"That's not a knife..."
Tuesday, 14 February 2012

I thought of this title a while ago and have now realised that it is the wrong film... Indiana Jones/Crocodile Dundee.  Much the same i'm keeping it anyway!  We have spent the last two days visiting Petra.  One of the wonders of the world and home to the entrance of the "temple of the holy grail" in Indiana Jones (below left).  We caught a taxi at 9am from Madaba for 54JD and arrived 4 hours later.  At a toilet stop the taxi driver bought me a local coffee which is made very differently to our usual.  I watched as the man held a metal pot on the end of stick over a flame which contained the ground coffee.  He then proceeded to pour in what seemed to be an endless waterfall of sugar and then transferred it straight into a little cup.  No straining i thought?  Must be a form a instant coffee that dissolves.  It was too hot to drink straight away so i took it with me in the taxi.  Keeping my eye on the road for bumps, i took my first sip.  It is very sweet (and this apparently was a "medium sugar"), very strong and has a noticeable cardamom flavour.  All these things i like! Until i get about half way down.  The consistency of my coffee was gradually getting thicker with each sip leaving me with half a cup of ground up coffee sludge.  So no it wasn't special dissolving coffee.  Maybe they like it like this?! With the intention to not offend the taxi driver I closed my eyes and downed it like a shot of tequila.  Blurgh!  Instant rubber mouth.  In hindsight it was obvious, and a glance at the taxi drivers half cup of gunk confirmed that you do not drink the sludge.  I'm still finding bits of coffee in my mouth. 

We arrived at our Hostel called "Petra Gate" for 8JD (yup the same price as our Mt Nebo "tour guide") a night.  It was a quick stop as we wanted to do as much of Petra as we could today.  It was just a 10 minute downhill walk to the entrance of Petra with a brief stop for a Shawarma.  The first thing to take our breath away in Petra was the entrance fee.  55JD each!?!?! About £50!  This was for 2 days and we decided that we couldn't come all this way and not see Petra so we gritted our teeth and handed over the dough.  We didn't regret it.  This was a ticket into an entire lost city completely carved into the rock faces!  With our lonely planet guide book (replacing a possible further 50JD for a tour guide) we made our way pretty much through the entire place.  Well all the main parts.  On entering we were hounded by locals (whom i'm guessing didn't pay the 55JD entrance fee) trying their best to persuade us to take their horse around Petra.  Our response was that we would prefer to go around by foot today and then maybe tomorrow we would go by horse.  This was purely to get them off our back but it was actually a brilliant idea!  On foot we really felt we could stand in awe over the towering rose red scenery's and wonder about the life and history of Petra.  It was built over 3000 years ago and people actually lived there for a very long time!! 

The main site seemed to be the monastery which was quoted to be a 1200 step hike by a man trying to flog his decrepit donkey to take us up.  I'm not kidding, people were riding donkeys up the steps to the monestry.  The book said 800 steps and so, as pointed out by Jane, techniquely we had already covered 400.  With this as motivation we felt happy (and safer) to do the climb ourselves.  If you are relatively fit then its actually quite a nice trek without the need of a donkey.  If you are relatively fat... well... don't put the poor donkey through that.  The climb is worth it in itself with beautiful views and tea stops along the way (above - drinking a freshly squeezed lime and mint juice).  The monastery (Above) is a great end point and is an iconic and essential image of Petra.

We spent a good 5 hours wondering Petra and by the evening my feet were sore and blistered.  Back at our hostel we asked the owner for a good place to eat Mansaf; the Jordanian national dish.  We stated that we wanted real Mansaf and that we wanted to eat it with our hands (not because we are weird.  We read that this is how they eat it here).  He looked impressed but then saddened to tell us that it is very difficult to find real local Mansaf.  He left us saying that he will see what he can do.  In the time it took us to wash away the orange dust from our tired bodies Yusuf (our new friend) rang around and found a friend that would make it specially for us in his restaurant.  What a lovely man.  I was a little rusty with my hand to mouth skills but good enough to teach Jane.  Well attempt to teach Jane (above video)...  Mansaf is a bed of rice with a lamb or chicken kind of stew on top with a side of a yogurt based gravy.  It was served on a big plate and placed in the middle of the table for us to tuck straight in.  We looked great!  The Waiter was clearly amused by us and pointed us out to any local that happened to step into his restaurant.  We filled our face and then finished the night like any other night.  Shisha cafe!

This morning we were woken up by the chants from the local Mosque.  Though it was annoying trying to sleep through it at 5am, part of me couldn't help but be engrossed by it as you could hear the entire town responding to each prayer.  Somewhat eerie but fascinating none the less.  Today we had our second day visiting Petra and true to our word we went by horse this time.  We decided to reject the first few offers until we could get a decent deal.  Or at least what we would perceive as a decent deal.  The horses took us around the back and on top of everything we saw the day before.  We adored absolutely stunning cliff views gazing over the sculptures and carvings of Petra.  I could not recommend a better way of seeing Petra.  The first day on foot followed by the second by horse could not have panned out finer.  We paid 20JD each for a two hour tour and left feeling extremely satisfied.  Whether or not we got ripped off we don't know.  Ignorance is bliss.

Officially cool
Thursday, 16 February 2012

I can now tell people, without lying, that i am an advanced scuba diver!  How cool does that sound.  I am sure images of me wrestling sharks and fighting conga eels come to the minds of anyone i tell.  Which will be everyone!  We left Petra late afternoon a couple of days back and travelled south for 4 hours to Aqaba where i had prebooked us 2 days of diving.  Aqaba is to Jordan what Blackpool is to England; packed with hotels and completely kitted out for a high tourist season. 
It was valentines day and though me and Jane are just friends, we have been in a fake marriage for a good few days now.  Everything just seems a lot easier this way as local men don't shy away from staring, papping or whistling at Jane.  A simple finger switch of a ring (right - the ring and the acquired taste of Arabic Coffee) has eased any questions or problems.  In a relatively strict Muslim country, this is best.  We went out to track down another Jordanian dish called Maklouba which is a rice dish cooked upside down and turned out onto the plate.  We ate a fish Maklouba that didn't really look a lot like i imagined or read.  There was nothing upside down about? It was essentially just a very big plate of rice and fish.  Sorry, two very big plates of rice and fish.  If it was a Maklouba then i don't think it was a proper one.  It wasn't great.   A brief walk around Aqaba we came across another number on the list.  A local drink called Sahlab which is a thick creamy hot drink flavoured with pistachio, cinnamon and rose water.  Sounds amazing but it is very heavy and i presume sells like mad over Ramadan to break fast.  I wasn't keen.  Lets have Shisha instead...

Yesterday we began our first day of diving with "Dive Aqaba" and the plan to complete my advanced scuba certification (which i started in Croatia) whilst Jane gained her PADI.  Timed perfectly i finished my advanced in the first day whilst Jane did all her skill tests leaving the second day to dive together.  The red sea is arguably the best sea to scuba as it has got an unbeaten high visibility and an absolute bounty of fish.  For my advanced i needed to do 5 specialist dives and in Croatia i had done Navigation, Boat Dive and Fish Identification.  This left 2 more to do and i chose to go for a Deep Dive and a Wreck Dive.  Both of these dives passed the depths and capabilities of my camera and so all the beauty that i saw is secretly locked away in my head.  We went out on boat with about 40 minutes to our diving site.  The wreck dive was simply amazing.  A massive purposely sunk boat was thriving with coral and fish of all colours.  Thousands of them!  Just minding their own business with little care of me swimming through them.  The star of the show was the butt ugly yet all so stunning frog fish that looked like a fat piece of coral with hands.  We swam inside the wreck and found a little pocket of stale air where we took our masks off and discussed life; 27m under water.  Back on the boat for a quick rest and a hot cup of sweet tea we went through the debrief of my deep dive.  As we descended the fish gradually got fewer, the water quickly got colder and the once colourful, flowery surroundings turned into a dull, lifeless grey.  I had to do a timed maths calculation of 4 + 2 x 6 (for times sake i didn't question whether this was with BODMAS and painfully gave the wrong answer of 36) during the debrief on the boat and then another one down at 30m (on a plastic slate with a pencil).  Interestingly it took me a lot longer underwater.   This was the point to prove as the brain functions a lot slower at such pressures.  Further to this, he showed me a red tomato on the boat, put it in his pocket and then magically pulled out a green tomato on the sea bed! It is a strange and lonely world way down there and i have no plans to return anytime soon. 
Last night we shared a gorgeous mixed grill and some starter dips of Hummus and Mutabel.  Mutabel is made from blended aubergine and is traditionally middle eastern (Lebanon to be precise i think).  It had a smooth, creamy texture with kind of smokey taste.  Should be a pretty easy dish to make at home too so i'll need to badger someone for the recipe at some point.  Ordering too much seems to be a recurring theme now as every night since the Mansaf we have struggled and failed to clear our plates.  It's not that the food doesn't taste good; i just get too excited with a menu in my hand.
Diving today was once again amazing.  I don't think scuba diving can ever stop blowing you away.  One of my buddies on the boat celebrated his 100th dive today and came out of the water buzzing as if it was his first!  I managed to tag along with a guy who paid to do an underwater photography course and the dive was a maximum of 12 meters.  Score! A free (kind of) photography dive and depths just within (kind of) my cameras capabilities!  The debrief talked about lighting, angles, backgrounds, filters, etc, etc.  The most important, however, he said was being patient.  Finding a possible photo opportunity and waiting for it to occur.  So approaching Nemo hidden inside an anemone and waiting for him to peak out.  Unfortunately out of the photos above i can only claim ownage over the hermit crab as the other two were taken by the dive master who borrowed my camera for five minutes.  Either way i am well impressed with my Mr Hermit and it took a lot of patience lying on the sea bed waiting for him to come out of his shell.  The lion fish photo was  actually taken underneath a purposely sunk army tank.   A hunk of war metal covered in delicate coral and fish gives a bazaarly beautiful structure looking like a metaphor for peace.  Like roses in the barrel of a gun. 

 
Being Bedouin
Saturday, 18 February 2012



Our hotel in Aqaba (Al Qidra) was slightly more expensive than our usual but completely worth it.  Coming back from a day of diving a nice bed and hot shower goes a long way.  The manager was more than welcoming and bent over backwards to do whatever we asked for.  This included organising our final activity in Jordan before flying back to the UK - camping in Wadi Rum dessert.  We said our goodbyes to the great people at Dive Aqaba and caught a taxi out to Wadi Rum.  We arrived just after sunset and transferred from the taxi to a jeep where our Bedouin driver navigated the baron pitch black dessert to our camp site.  Step out of the jeep and look up and your jaw just drops to the floor.  I have never seen stars like that.  We were told at Dive Aqaba that the stars were impressive but i just thought seriously how good can stars get!?  Not in a million years did i expect this.  There were more stars than sky! It was like being inside a giant cave encrusted with diamonds.  As if you could fly up there and hit a ceiling of stars.  My camera, as amazing as it is, could not do the starry sky justice.  Or even come close to it.  I like to think of it as natures way of keeping it a hidden secret so it can surprise and blow the minds of anyone who steps into Wadi Rum at night.
After being shown to our tent we were taken to the smokey communal tent where other tourists and Bedouins were conversing around a fire, drinking sweet mint tea.  We had a standard Bedouin dinner of stewed beans, chicken and rice and it was nice to swap stories/tips with the others.  One of the Bedouin people then cracked out a stringed instrument and we all joined in singing local songs (well, as far as we were aware) and dancing.  This coupled with lying in the sand and star gazing melted away any last remnants of work related stress and set us up for our final day on holiday.  The dessert is pretty damn cold at night so i just slept in what i was wearing and carried on wearing it throughout the next day.  A campers breakfast was had and some more sweet tea before we hopped into a jeep again and began our tour of Wadi Rum. 

We started our tour by camel; riding to various sites such as great big sand dunes (above middle) and rocks to climb up for the panoramic views.  An hour on a camel gets a bit achy and certain things get crushed if you don't sit properly.  I seemed to have drawn the short straw as i got the camel with the hump (as in it was in a bad mood...) as it moaned a lot and kept trying to bite the other camels.  Mode of transport was then switched to jeep where our guide took us to sites such as the rock bridge (left) and Lawrence of Arabia's house.  Little Bedouin shacks were set up at each site to sell you little trinkets and give you mint tea or "real Bedouin coffee" (above right).  The coffee didn't taste very nice.  Like a very weak coffee with no milk or sugar.  At one point the guide started making a small pile of sticks that he gathered from nearby as we tried to work out what he was doing.  For a minute i thought that maybe it was his time to pray but then he set fire to the sticks and pulled out an old, tin can kettle.  What a fantastic idea!?  So we sat around the little fire and watched him make the tea with a couple of tea bags, half a kilo of sugar and some mint leaves.  He then continued by toasting some flat bread on the coals and handing us each a cheesy triangle and some ham... Perfect.  What a way to finish our day in Wadi Rum. 

It was sad to leave as this signified the end of our trip as a whole.  The only activity left to do was to get to Amman and fly home.  Nothing overly exiting.  Taxi to Aqaba followed by a 4 hour coach to Amman.  We decided that we must enjoy one more shisha before we left. This plan was looking unlikely as our taxi on arrival to Amman had no idea where our hostel was (Riviera hotel).  It was our least favourite hostel of our trip with a strange stench in the rooms and an awful shared bathroom.  This just made us more adamant to get out to a shisha cafe and so we headed to a Jafra Cafe.  A wonderful little find with a wide range of shisha flavours and a good menu.  We went for the "Jafra Special" shisha and ordered a selection of foods to pick at (including Kibbeh; another middle eastern delight).  After a week in Jordan i still don't know where my taste buds stand on the food front.  Flavours are much more subtle than i expected with few strong herbs or spices being used.  We never had a bad meal but on the other hand nothing really jumped out and made me think "OMG this is amazing".  It is all very satisfying food but, for me, not much else.  We spent the night munching, smoking and talking over how unexpectedly perfect this trip had been and the amount of amazing things that we managed to fit in.  Jordan is full of surprises.  There is so much to do here and i have no idea why it is not a more popular holiday destination.  It has a ton of history, a load of fascinating sites, a wonder of the world and some beautiful beach resorts.  As far as one week holidays go, this is well up there with the best it can get.  When you fancy a trip that is a little different, think of Jordan.  :o)


Monday, 2 January 2012

And where to now?

It feels like absolutely ages since i have been able to sun myself on foreign sands.  Any summer plans are on hold at the moment as i am still waiting to hear back from a number of jobs i have applied for.  Two jobs in Singapore, three in Malasia, one in Vietnam and still applying for whatever comes up.  Their School year starts at the beginning of August which just so happens to be pretty much when the school year here finishes!  So no official summer for me this year if things go to plan.


An opportunity to spend Easter in Australia with a friend had come up but i am struggling to justify the expense for just 2 weeks.  Less than 2 weeks if i were to include travel time.  Anyway, though the cogs are still turning over the land down under, i have decided on my plans for half term; finish off my Advance Diving in the red sea.  With advice from friends and the need to avoid Egypt at all costs right now, I am going to Jordan for the week.  The itinerary that i have put together is something along the lines of:

Day 1: Arrive -> Taxi to Madaba (Mariam Hotel)
Day 2: Dead sea and Mount Debu trip with hotel
Day 3: One way to Petra with hotel
Day 4: Petra to Aqaba by bus
Day 5: Aqaba diving
Day 6: Aqaba diving
Day 7: Aqaba to Madaba
Day 8: Flight home

Unfortunately i am yet to convince anyone to join me on this and it is not really a trip that i fancy doing on my own.  We'll see...  :o)

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

My Recipe Book


Like most foodies, i am also a keen cook and for the past 5 years i have been filling my recipe book with real home recipes from my travels.  These recipes are all from people that i have met.  Whether its from the house maid in Indonesia or the cook from a roadside cafe in India; if you don't ask, you don't get!  Not all recipes may come from my travels as thrown into the mix will be recipes that have been buried in families for years.   

A reasonable knowledge in cooking is probably required to follow these as proportions and amounts are extremely rough in my recipes.  Though this represented most foreign delights, I have avoided those that required obscure ingredients for reasons that i am sure are obvious.  These are genuinly some of the best recipes i have ever tasted.  They won't be found anywhere else on the internet or in any books.  Tried and tested many many times, these are my world family recipes.

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

France, Montpellier - Autumn 2011

French Kissing
Wednesday, 26 October 2011

For a short few days i am in the South of France staying with my old French housemate, Romain, who is currently studying in Montpellier.  He has been boasting for a while how beautifully sunny the weather is here in the heights of Autumn and how last week he went bathing in the sea with temperatures peaking at 35C.  I arrived to high winds and it thrashing down with rain.  Either he is a liar or i have terribly bad luck.  Anyway, that was yesterday.  Today, as a weatherman would say, was relatively warm with sunny spells and a few patches of rain.  Breakfast was my first taste of the french culture.  I always love staying with somebody local whenever i get the opportunity to as straight away you are in with the local life.  It was a typical french (student?) breakfast.  Brioche and/or what would seem like extremely stale toast with jam dipped in a bowl of tea or coffee.  I do recall being amused by Romains surprise to the more usual savoury breakfasts in England (though he was completely converted by our signature Full English) but in hindsight, considering we're just across the pond, it is very different!
As Romain had classes today i was left to my own devices in the city of Monpellier.  He walked me to the city centre and pointed out the tourist information before catching the tram to University.  Now i can speak a very small amount of french to the point that i can make myself understood quite well but the problem is that i cannot really understand any response.  So i can convincingly say "bonjour Monsieur, ou est l'office de tourism?" at which they reply in French at a rate of 50 words a second whereby i have to look blankly at them and say "sorry i can't speak french".  Why bother even trying!?  Because their general response after that is "oh ok you go straight ahead, turn left at the post office and..." whilst thinking i'm some kind of weirdo that pretends to speak french.  Anyway, this happened a couple of times at which point i decided i might as well be a tourist and stick to English.

Using my map and new found knowledge from 'l'office de tourism' i made my way to the 2nd largest greenhouse in France, situated a tram and bus ride away.  I always enjoy these kind of things and spent a good few hours ambling around taking in the scenes whilst trying my best to avoid squelching my foot in dog doo.  Yup, this stuff is everywhere...  It's ridiculous, i can guarantee that before i leave France my shoe is going to sink into at least one steamy one.  I don't know if this is France or Montpellier or just a bad season for dogs but it is an impression of France that may stick to me (no pun intended).  It didn't effect my trip to the zoo though and i fully recommend the rainforest greenhouse thing. 

On my way out a restaurant menu caught my eye as i read "Steak Hache a Cheval".  Cheval i know means horse and i definitely recall reading somewhere that the French are fond of eating horse.  The prospect of eating horse in France excited me and so you can imagine my disappointment when they told me that they had stopped serving food now (i asked in English and they responded in English, so much easier...).  I later learnt, after speaking with Romain, that had they been serving still my disappointment would have been far greater.  "Steak Hache a Cheval" does not translate to 'Steak a la horse' as i my brain read.  For some reason it translates to beef burger with a fried egg on top!?  Dis-a-pointing...

Still on the hunt to find the word Cheval on any other restaurant menu (prior speaking to Romain) i found the dish of Tartare de Boeuf coming up on most menus.  Now my only knowledge of this dish is from childhood watching Mr Bean attempting to eat it and forever wondering whether it is really that bad.  Today was my day to find out.  It came accompanied with a raw egg yolk on top, keeping with this whole raw theme it's got going on, with a side of roast potatoes.  Almost a french take on the American steak and eggs with chips except raw and already chewed for you.  Looking like posh dog food it was a surprise to taste rather pleasant.  The minced beef was dressed with chopped onion and pickled gherkin and had a texture of post-masticated smoked salmon.  Ok so i'm not selling it well.  I enjoyed it.  Enough said. 

The next french delicacy was the Macaron (I haven't spelt it wrong, this is how they spelt it!).  Now i have eaten Macarons in England and i have eaten them in Amsterdam and could not for the life of me understand why they are always so expensive and why people like them so much.  So i decided to part with half my wages to give the macaron one last chance to convince me.  I realise now that the only place to eat a proper Macaron is here.  Wow, they are amazing.  I only bought 5 from a variety of 20 different types that were laid out like diamond rings in a jewelry shop.  I will be sure to go back for 15 more.  I don't even know how to describe them.  Like the best cookies you have ever eaten that will make your mouth dance and your heart sing.  They look like a work of art and must take absolutely ages to prepare properly.  I am 100% converted.  Macaron's are the don.

Soon after eating i had arranged to meet up with one of Romains friends.  Now when greeting someone in England it is usually the pretty standard and safe hand shake with the occasional confusion over whether you should go in for the hug.  In France it is cheek touching whilst making fake kissing sounds.  I don't get this and i am sure it is just me but i have always found this extremely awkward.  Precision is key as if you go in to fast you could knock them out with a head butt but go in to slow and there's that awkward moment of "wait are our cheeks even touching?".  And then which side do you go in for first?!  You don't want to collide on the same side cause you might as well just make out.   And then as if that was not enough, once you pass all those hurdles, you have to decide how many times you got to do it!  So on meeting his friend i went in for two and rejected her last kiss.  That's how i roll...  3 kisses?! That's 3 chances of looking a fool every time you greet a lady.  Like i need help on that front.  Anyway it has been noted, in Montpellier (yup, i am informed that it is different in other parts of France...), it is 3 kisses.  None the less she took me to see some great sites of the area before meeting up with Romain to finish the night drinking French wine in a local bar. 

Tour de France
Friday, 28 October 2011

Wednesday was Romains Birthday, his day off university and about 25 degrees of pure sunshine.  Brilliant!  We drove to a place called Aigues-Mortes where there is a small city surrounded by medieval walls.  Apparently like a mini Dubrovnic.  Everything here is in place to cater for the tourist with a number of souvenir shops and overpriced Boucheries, Charcuteries, Boulangeries and Patisseries.  In fact these are not unique to Aigues-Mortes as they are peppered all over the place (Though normal priced verging on cheap) and are always busy with customers.  Its great popping into one of these and buying something i haven't seen before.  The charcuterie dedicates itself to prepared meats such as sausages, hams, bacons, pates, etc where as the Patisseries are full of pastries and sweets.  My favourites to nose around and buy something to eat straight away.  Among other delites, I had a sweet orange fougasse which is a soft fluffy bread founded in Aigues-Mortes.

Yesterday morning Romain left Montpellier for Brittany so for the rest of my time here i was on my own. Well not really as his housemates were amazingly welcoming and i ended up spending the day with one of them and her parents on a day trip to Sete.  Sete is a thriving port and the hometown to the famous french postwar musician; Georges Brassens.  Of course i had never heard of him but he was clearly a big part of French history and his Museum was a welcomed activity on a rainy day.  Yup the weather didn't hold out for us completely but it wasn't awful enough to ruin our day.   I managed to tick another dish off the list with Beef Bourguignon in a local cafe.   A proper homely, wintry stew with great chunks of beef fat and slow cooked gooey gristly beef.  Nom...

Back in Montpellier you can't help but notice that it is always busy. In the day the cafes are overflowing with people and their small cups of coffee and pastries and by night the bars are fully loaded with wine drinkers. Does nobody work here?  My final day was lent to Romains other housemate who, i kid you not, is training to be a tour guide.  You couldn't plan a better trip!?  So we and two couch surfers from Canada spent the afternoon learning the history and life of Montpellier.  Low and behold, my last day in Montpellier, i slid my foot through a perfectly positioned pile of dog shit.  After a brief moment of vexation i realised that it wasn't to much of problem at all as today i was wearing Romains shoes.  Mine were at home drying from yesterdays rainy day in Sete.  So everything really does happen for a reason!  And hey, i feel it wouldn't have been a proper trip to France if i hadn't sacrificed a shoe to the depths of the fecal abyss.  Though i have been to France a number of times this really is the first time i have been and really experienced France for what it is.  From Croissants to Wine and dog food to dog shit it was a half term very well spent.  :o)


Thursday, 13 October 2011

New job?

My dream job has come up and i am currently in the process of applying.  The job is for a mathematics teacher in.... wait for it... Singapore!  I did say when i blogged about Singapore that it was the only place i could really see myself living and now here is my chance.  In terms of travelling this would be ideal as it takes me so much closer to that side of the world.  A few years spent here and i can eat the whole of the east.  In terms of career, again it would be ideal.  International schools are where i want to be as the diversity of people alone fascinates me.  I can't begin to imagine how it would be to teach a class where every second child is from a different country but united by whatever it happens to be i'm teaching!?  It's a no brainer, I just need to go ahead and actually get the job!  I am excited about the prospects but i don't want to get my hopes up just yet...  Fingers and toes crossed.   :o)

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

PADI course in Korcula - Summer 2011

Tutor becomes the tutee
Tuesday, 23 August 2011

I have decided to write this as a completely separate blog entry as in a sense it feels like a completely different trip.  I said goodbye to my friends yesterday and from here on i am on my own to fend for myself and not get lost.  Luckily i am not entirely on my own and to be fair i have very little time to myself to get in a situation to become lost.  My company is being spent in a hostel (left) with other divers and my time is being spent on an Open Water PADI course starting at 7:30 every morning and finishing at 6:30 every night.  Today was my first day and first impressions... there is soooooo much to learn! I did about 4 hours of solid theory where i had to sit on the less familiar side of a classroom and fill in a booklet of questions using a text book and a DVD as my guide.  This was followed by a closed book test to ensure that things were genuinely learnt and then a lecture from a dive master.  To be fair it is all quite easy as any questions that i answered incorrectly (or too vaguely in my case) were simply explained and signed off as now understood.  But damn it is long and tedious.  Like most good things in life you have to go through the ball ache first before you can reap the pleasures. 
The afternoon was where theory went into practice as my instructor taught me how to set up all the gear and put it on.  It weighs a ton and from the short walk to the water my wet suit already held an insulating layer of moisture to keep me warm in the already warm sea.  Carrying what felt like a baby elephant on my back i was sure to sink like a rock the second i hit the water.  But, thanks to what is called a BCD (Buoyancy Control Device), i floated, uncontrollably... slowly drifting away into the blue.  Quickly anchored by my instructor i gained my bearings and readied myself for the first set of my shallow water skills.  The BCD is a jacket that works like inflatable arm bands which you inflate or deflate with the press of a button.  An ingenious idea allowing you to sink or float when you wish.  The first skills were getting the brain used to the fact that despite what it has learnt the past few million years, you can actually breath underwater.  Other skills included removing the mouth piece, losing your mask and using the hand signals learnt in the theory. 
My instructor is great but it is amazing how much fonder and closer you get to them when underwater.  I am pretty sure it's not just me that finds this but it really is a very strange feeling.  I am not entirely sure why this is either.  Maybe it is the thought that they are very much in control of your life when you are down there.  Or maybe it is the constant signing of "are you ok", using the thumb and index finger to make a ring, at which you respond with the same sign back.  Or it is simply the sense of security felt from just having another human being with you in a world that human beings don't belong.  I think that there is a great sense of solitude underwater and it very much feels like you and your buddy are the only people around for miles.  Maybe i am just going mad!? Anyway, day 1 of my PADI is over and it has been fascinating so far.  Tomorrow i do my deep water skills and the dreaded swim test.  Wish me luck! 

In the deep
Thursday, 25 August 2011

Ladies and gentlemen you are now reading the blog of a fully qualified and PADI certified scuba diver.  So yesterday, somehow or other, i managed to pass the all so scary swim test.  I was genuinely worried about this test as it was the one thing that could potentially stop me from gaining my full open water PADI.  My worries are 100% valid as they stem from the plain and simple fact that i can't swim.  Ok i can splash and splutter a short distance and in practice i managed about 75 meters before going down like half a battle ship.  But the test asks for 200m!? 200! I can't even do half of that in the controlled environment of an indoor swimming pool.  So how on earth did i do it?  Well it turns out that swimming in the Croatian sea has one big difference to swimming in a pool.  I love it on my chips and in most of my food but never did i think i would love it in such a way.  Salt makes me float!!  I have always blamed my Indian genes for the fact that i sink like a lead weight but this added salty bonus meant that i could swim until i was tired, lie down on a metaphoric lilo for a bit and then carry on.  In a little over 3 hours i finished the 200 meters.
My skills tests had to be taken from the shallows and into the deep.  5 meters down i did skills like removing the BCD and practiced 'out of air' procedures.  Going deep aches the ears due to the extra pressure and i had always wondered how divers managed to overcome this.  A small part of the several hours of theory taught us the method of "Equalising" which is simply holding your nose and very gently blowing out of it whenever you feel the squeeze in your drum.  It can take some time (and at times not work at all if your sinuses are blocked!) and shouldn't be rushed as a ruptured ear drum is a common consequence if it is.  We also practised a technique called hovering where you make yourself perfectly buoyant with just the right amount of air in your BCD.  This is my first experience of complete weightlessness just lying there using my breathing to go up or down.  An amazing but surreal experience. 
Today was the grand finale where i finished my remaining skill tests, sat a 50 question exam and did two deep water (well 10 meters) dives.  My buddy this time was a 10 year old girl that spoke 3 different languages (English, German and Italian). 3!? how greedy is that!  I struggle with one.  Anyway she was brilliant and underwater it felt like she was my little sister.  Seriously the water does strange things.  In fact there is a thing called nitrogen narcosis which is a condition caused by being in deep water and has foolish behaviour as a symptom.  Maybe it is that.  My deep dives were actually amazing and as it was no more than 10m my camera came with me!  We went out to the dive site by boat and learnt the Hollywood style backwards roll into the water.  It took me some time to get down as i was struggling to equalise but once i was down i was free to explore a whole new universe much brighter and colourful than ours.  Though me and my buddy were more than capable of looking after each other we had 2 fully trained instructors to guide us.  Armed with an underwater rattle and hand signals that represented various fish they took us around and introduced us to sea cucumbers, rock fish and octopuses.  Completion of these dives was the completion of my PADI.  Congratulations to me!

Furthering my studies
Friday, 26 August 2011
So i passed my PADI yesterday and i don't leave Korcula until tomorrow.  What should i do in my spare day?  Diving of course!  In fact i decided to do 3 "adventure dives" and go for my advanced diver certification (which i need to complete 5 all together to get).  This means that i will be able to dive much deeper and visit ship wrecks.  More importantly it means i can tell people that i am an advanced diver and seem extra cool.  Today i did Fish Identification, Boat Dive and Navigation.  The first dive was at a site called the blue hole; a beautiful cave with holes in the top allowing beams of sky to slice through the darkness.  This kind of diving plays out like your most typical dream.  Floating around with flashing stars around you as the thousand fish catch the sunlight and fluorescent colours of the coral drift underneath whilst all your stresses just seem to dissolve into the blue.  We observed creatures that i never even knew existed like fire worms that looked like they could melt your skin if you touched them and beautiful slugs far superior to our on land slimeys.  The fish identification part of this dive meant that i had to take a white slate down with me and draw 5 different species i saw on it (using an ordinary pencil!) and then identify them on land with the use of a book on Mediterranean fish.  The boat dive was pretty much a normal dive off a boat (though slightly shallower due to the rule that you should never dive deeper than your previous dive) but with a briefing about various types of boats and ways of entering the water.
My Navigational dive didn't amount to much. It was a shallow dive with no more than a 20cm visibility and i had to use a compass to get around.   I suppose i can imagine it being a little useful but it did just feel like a hoop that i simply had to jump through to get my advanced.  My camera, being the best camera in the world, survived (though struggled) both of these dives.  At depths of 13m and 11m this was a little risky as the specs on my camera say 10m.  During the blue hole dive the screen was very clearly caving inwards and at one point switched itself off and refused to come back on until i went a little shallower.  Nonetheless, it is in full working order still and gave me some beautiful, priceless shots.

A phenomenon that i shared with many others was the fact that diving makes you hungry.  Like starving even if you ate just before (not recommended).  I have easily munched my way through more than 5 Bureks to satisfy my post diving hunger and i take back whatever i said about Bureks in the past.  Bureks are perfect post dive hole fillers.  In fact the meat ones taste exactly the same as a big english samosa.  Other Korcula delights consumed were Adriatic squids grilled to perfection and an octopus stew which i had to order the day before i wanted to eat it.  I can confidently say that the squid was the best i have ever had.  The octopus however, was a disappointment.  Maybe this was down to the fact that i was looking forward to it from the moment i ordered it and right through the day.  Diving only made it worse seeing supper swimming by every now and then.  The octopus dish in St Lucia still remains way in front. 
It is a shame that i did not get to see Korcula town but my first trip on my own has been just lovely.  I shared a dorm with diving interns and so got to meet and hang out with some genuinely interesting people.  The dive centre is already rated 5 stars and i am definitely not about to take any of those away.  I felt completely safe and at home during my entire stay and thrived off the chilled and relaxed pace of Vera Luka.  Here's to the end of a great experience and to the start of many more diving adventures.  :o)