Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Life recently...
The past 4 years since my last blog post in list form (not in order of importance or time sequence):
1. Married that man of mine and had one of the most fun weddings I've ever been to (Seriously - people still talk about it almost 3 years later. We had 'Dam Moonshine' for God's sake).
2. Became the proud (reluctant?) owners of a gorgeous 3 year old 120lb potbellied pig named BeBe.
3. Became a vegetarian.
4. Adopted 2 cats - one having been birthed from the other (aka one of the most horrifying days of my life).
5. Adopted 3 beautiful chickens.
6. Found said chickens dead with no heads one morning when I went to let them out (aka the most horrifying day of my life). RIP Chuck, Cluck, And CooBaby.
7. Moved to Atlanta, GA.
8. Continue to have a love/hate relationship with Atlanta.
9. Kayaked the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon for 2 weeks.
10. Bought a brand new car.
11. Got paid by being a waitress, restaurant administrator, sales manager, pearl pusher, wedding planner, voiceover artist, video editor, bank teller, Sarah Palin impersonator, talent wrangler, and concrete estimator (not all at the same time).
12. (I still have no clue what I want to be when I grow up.)
13. Road tripped to a beautiful wedding in Maine (a close 2nd), and stopped in NYC for an anniversary celebration.
14. Saw Newsies on Broadway and cried afterwards because it was so wonderful and I was so happy at that moment in time.
15. Traveled to China twice.
16. Traveled to Belize once.
17. Have seriously improved my cooking skills.
18. Moved twice.
19. Celebrated multiple weddings and babies (from other people).
20. Played nurse to the hubs during an emergency appendectomy.
There were many more adventures/trials/tribulations between all those lines, but... For wondering minds...
Friday, November 19, 2010
Brace yourselves for a long one - what I've been up to so far.
Instead of uploading my posts of our Ports of Call each time I finished them, I procrastinated until I racked up 7 pages worth of info... So, enjoy the following with a glass of wine (or 2), sit back and enjoy (if you can make it all the way through!)...
Haifa, Israel – Bethlehem and Jerusalem
For the first time in 3 contracts, I went on a crew tour. They're great in theory... That's all I'll say about that. But the bright sides are, all your transportation is taken care of, you're given a packed lunch, and they even provide a tour guide. It's not a bad deal. So, I found myself on a bus in Israel headed to the Holy Land. On the way there, I learned so much more about this passionate country. Our tour guide was able to simplify very complicated histories and present affairs. I had no idea just how complex their struggles were/are.... Definitely was an eye-opening moment, and that was before we even arrived to the Old City of Jerusalem!
Once at the Old City walls, we were greeted by a chorus of enthusiastic people cheering, singing, celebrating and taking pictures of what looked like a 15-year old Israeli pop star. It was, however, a Bah Mitzvah party complete with drums, these horn instruments made of what looked like actual animal horns, and a tent that was covering the boy who was entering adulthood. It was a pretty exciting way to start a tour of Jerusalem. We entered through Dung Gate, making our way towards the Jewish section of the Old City. Within these walls, Muslim, Jewish, Christian, and Armenian people live in their designated sections. It's amazing how in just a couple blocks, the look and feel of the environment transitions to suit the customs and traditions of the people that are now in the occupying area. We saw the Wailing Wall (the most sacred Jewish site in the world). Men and women have their own sides, but it doesn't keep people from all celebrating together – women stand on stools to look over the dividing wall so that they're right by their male counterparts as they celebrate a boy's Bah Mitzvah. Then we wound through the city's narrow streets, following in the path believed by many to be Jesus' tortured walk to be crucified. This was a moment I regretted being in a 'tour group.' Having traveled extensively on my own, I would take opportunities like this one to really let the history of a place sink in. With 35 other people scrambling over each other to take a picture at every sacred site ('this is where Jesus laid his hand on the wall,' 'this is where he took a wet rag,' this is where he began to bear the cross....'), I couldn't fully apprectiate what was to be a sacred experience. But nonetheless, it was still a cool thing to see. We visited the Church of the Holy Sepulchre (one of the most sacred Christian sites in the world). In that one church was the supposed tomb of Jesus, as well as the hill where the crucifixion took place. Call me ignorant, but I was expecting an actual outdoor hill, as well as an actual cave. But years and years and years ago, to preserve these holy places, the powers that be constructed a church to sit atop both. Once inside, you go upstairs to see what marked the spot of the crosses, and downstairs around a corner to see Jesus' tomb. Totally interesting, although completely overcrowded. After this we had 20 minutes of free time in which a couple guys and I went on a mad search for some hummus. Boy did we find some! It was delicious and fresh and YUM-MY! Not to self: I want a food processor so I can make my own! Then we boarded the bus again to head to Bethlehem.
Since Bethlehem is under Palestinian control, not only did we pass through a security gate, but we had to switch tour guides since ours was Israeli and wasn't allowed. Again – this country is covered in complexity. The one and basically only thing to see in Bethlehem is the Church of Nativity. And again, a building was placed atop of a sacred spot – this one to mark where Jesus was born. So the main entrance of the church is through a door that's only 3 feet tall. They say they designed it this way to not only discourage animals from entering, but to force every person that walks through that door to bow – showing their humility and respect. It started out alright... We were standing in a line that covered the length of the church with hundreds of other tourists, but it seemed to be moving fairly easily. Then Mass started, the line came to a standstill for over an hour, and our group started to be infiltrated by Italian and Chinese tourists. We put up a barricade and eventually were able to block off their advances, but those Chinese have NO concept of space, so they would push and shuffle and just annoy the crap out of us that were bringing in the end of the group. This went on for another hour... So 2.5 hours later we were FINALLY at the stairs that led to the underground grotto where Mary gave birth. Now imagine 100 people standing around a set of stairs that went down to a door that was large enough for only one person to enter through at a time. Now factor in the pushy Italians and shoving Chinese. Imagine stuffy, hot air and guards that keep giving you dirty looks every time you talk louder than a whisper. You've just about got how that whole event was. I tell you, by the time I finally made my way to the spot on the ground that's officially marked, I didn't even get a picture of it. Sad part was, I didn't even care! I was SO ready to be out of the church. And what an UN-Holy way to experience something that was supposed to be Holy! Apparently, it's always pretty bad, but I'm SURE there has to be times better than when we hit it. If I hadn't had my friends there to keep me company and provide humor through the whole situation, I don't think I would have even made it an hour in there. But I can say I've 'been there done that' and now I'm moving on!
Port Said, Egypt – CAIRO AND THE PYRAMIDS
A day after Jerusalem and Bethlehem, I took my 2nd (and probably last) crew tour to the Pyramids. The bus ride this time was a little longer at 3 hours one way. Luckily, pillows were brought, so napping was done. Once we started to hit traffic from Cairo, I was wide awake to stare out onto this 'whole new world' (hehehe). Most every person around was male. But you could find the occasional female covered from head to toe in her burka. They had warned the female crew members to dress as conservatively as possible considering the predicted 100F weather we were supposed to have. First impression of Cairo, besides the men and their fully clothed women – it's crowded and dirty. Not that I mind the dirtiness, I think it gave the city character. Another thing I thought was interesting in Cairo considering the dress of the day, all the billboards that were selling one thing or another, had pictures of families dressed in 'western-style' clothes! It was odd – they didn't reflect the customs and culture of the people they were trying to sell to. Anyway, once we passed over the Nile, the pyramids started to appear in the distance. How amazing to see these massive structures through the city skyline. And they look HUGE from a distance! Of course, the closer we got the more awestruck I became. Finally, once at the base of the Great Pyramid, we were outside taking pictures from every angle. I opted to take the tour inside of one to see the burial chamber. Having been to the Cholula Pyramid in Mexico, I halfway expected it to be dark and dingy, but tall enough to walk upright. Not the case. You descend into a 3.5 foot tall ramp-style stairwell. So not only are you crouched the entire way, you're going downhill (and sometimes uphill) AND passing people going the opposite direction! It was AWESOME! I loved every second of it. You're not allowed to bring your camera, but I snuck mine in anyway and took a couple videos to document the process. The journey ends in a large room, that you can only imagine was filled to the brim with gold and riches and knickknacks. The stone tomb was still inside with a dimly lit spotlight behind it, casting the entire room in an eerie darkness. Just too cool. After a couple more photoshoots at the base of the Pyramids we traveled to a little 'overlook' that put all 3 in the distance for more cool picture ops. What I never realized, was just how close the Pyramids are to Cairo... I mean, Cairo is RIGHT there to one side of them. When you see them in movies, they purposely only film them from one direction to make it seem like they're in the middle of nowhere... Nope. The Sphinx was our next stop, only being a 5 minute bus ride to its main parking lot. I actually imagined the Sphinx to be a lot bigger than what it was... The downside of all these places are the hundreds and hundreds of Egyptians trying to sell you stuff – I mean you get hassled from every corner! I know how to handle them (complete and total ignorance) but when you're traveling in a group, one of you always gets bombarded. Couldn't put a damper on my mood though, it was a great day! The final stop was to a souvenir shop that specializes in kartouches and papyrus paper. Kartouches are jewelry made of gold or silver that has your name in Epytian characters on it. They're pretty nifty and a definite must-have kind of souvenir once you've been to Egypt.
Safaga, Egypt – ie The Port That Shall Not Be Mentioned
Was hoping for a fun day at the beach when we arrived here, but instead received poor treatment, hot weather, and food that upset my stomach! It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit when we arrived. Fortunately there was a shuttle bus service available to everyone on the ship that was to go to the Holiday Inn Resort – offering beach front access, drinks by a pool, and free WiFi. The guys and I went out however, and wanted real food (not commercial food that every Western hotel would offer). We asked a local where a close restaurant would be and he said “just passed the pharmacy”. It seemed like only a couple blocks away from where we were. An hour later, sweat dripping down every inch of my body, and having countless men in cars honk numerous times as they drove by (a woman as white as me should NEVER be alone in this country – luckily I had 4 dudes with me), we finally found a 'hole in the wall' kind of place. The good news was that they had hummus and other such delicious local cuisine. The bad news is that they didn't serve alcohol (we couldn't be too disappointed because we heard in Muslim countries that alcohol is prohibited except in hotels and resort areas). We had to wait 45 minutes for our food to be delivered to the table, to our chagrin because we were hot and starving. But the food was worth it (I was sick for the next 3 days...). Afterwards, we begrudgingly walked back to the resort where we were originally dropped off with the intention of cooling ourselves in the Red Sea waters. Again, disappointment set in – when we arrived we learned it would be $15 just to use their facilities – not to mention how much a drink would cost. Over it all, we decided just to pop into the bar that was around the corner inside the hotel and have A drink while waiting for the shuttle bus back. All 5 of us walked up to the bar, told the man there we wanted 5 beers, sat down and anxiously awaited. He came moments later carrying FOUR beers on his tray, sat all 4 in front of all the males, and then walked away without a word... I yelled after him, he ignored me. It took one of the guys to ask the man for another beer so that I could have one! I was beyond being in this port at this moment... How frustrating! Eventually I got my beer and 2 others, we politetly paid, then got the Hell out of Safaga. I'm beside myself that I got to experience the pyramids, but I won't be upset if I never come to this country again!
Aqaba, Jordan – Petra or a Magical Carpet Ride
Unfortunately, the day I could have experienced one of the 7 ancient wonders of the world was my once-in-a-blue-moon duty days. Duty days for us entertainers on the ship means we set up a board game in the morning, straighten the library, then come back around 3 to host a game, then show up to socialize at Tea Time. It's not a big deal, but it sucks that Petra was something I was going to be missing. At first, I wasn't too bothered. In fact, I could have very well gotten someone to cover for me that day – but at that time I didn't really know what I was missing. To be honest, I'm still not that sure, and I don't ever want to know! It's better that way! So instead, I did my duties then took off into Aqaba (the actual port we sailed into), for a short walk around. I had heard of a virtual magic carpet ride attraction that was at one of the various malls in the city. The simulated ride was supposed to start in the bottom of the Dead Sea, take you through Petra, and then on to some other Middle Eastern wonders. It would have been a GREAT alternative thing to do since I wouldn't be seeing Petra firsthand. But I couldn't find the mall it was happening in, and I didn't have the time or energy to really be bothered! It's a good thing too, because some passengers on the ship happened to go and instead of the actual carpet that I assumed you'd be standing on, it was like an out-of-date IMAX movie where you sat in theater chairs and watched a large screen. I bought my souvenirs, then headed back to the ship – I was ready to hit Dubai, anyway.
Dubai, United Arab Emirates – The Richest City I've Ever Seen
To get to Dubai from Jordan, we had 4 consecutive sea days and 2 days in port in the country of Oman (I didn't get off because unless you were on tour, there was really no point). I didn't really know what to expect in Dubai. I had heard of its richness (and to some extent its bankruptcy!), fantastic shopping, and awe-inducing architecture. So luckily, a group of us decided to get a deeper look into Dubai by taking the ever so touristy Hop-On Hop-Off Bus Tour. And although long (6.5 hours), it was fabulous! We saw the Burj Arab Al, the only self-boasting 7-star hotel in the world (we heard rooms started at something like $35,000 a night... What?!), we drove out onto the man-made Isle of Palms towards the Atlantis Resort, and it took us by all the malls and major buildings (including the tallest one constructed at its time – the Burj Khalifa – it is HUGE). Because we were starving at one point, a few of us decided to have a meal at the first mall we stopped at – The Mall of Emirates. I've been to the Mall of America and it has NOTHING on this place. It was 3 stories of incredibleness.... Every store you've ever visited in a mall was here, it was a state of the art fancy shopping center with a TON of American food chains as well. I took a picture of one of the mall directory signs that hung overhead because it had directions to the Prayer Room (and indeed we were there when the Muslim chanting came on the overhead speakers... talk about culture shock), the East AND West food courts, and of course, the Indoor Ski Slope – Ski Dubai... (again, what?!?). Yes, the Mall of Emirates has within its walls the largest indoor ski hill in the world. We headed straight for it once we were there, and actually ended up dining in a restaurant that was right at the base of the slopes. So our table was pressed against the window and as we ate we watched the skiers come down the hills (it was like we were at a ski lodge.... in the middle of the desert!). It was awesome! And our meal was fantastic – I had an appetizer plate that included all sorts of various Middle Eastern dips (baba ghanoush, hummus, and a spicy artichoke-y style dip… to name a few). At this point, I was with all my guy friends again, so luckily the desire to shop was thwarted. Otherwise, a girl could be in this place for DAYS (literally! And for future reference, there is a hotel conveniently located in the heart of the mall...). We caught the last Hop-On Hop-Off bus back to the port and prepared ourselves for a night on the town. Once we all freshed up, regrouped, and pre-gamed at the crew bar, we took a caravan of taxis to the first bar. Called the 360 degree Bar because it was located on the water and had multilevel wraparound decks, it was a great first stop. It was just across a small bay area from the Burj Al Arab – the fancy 7-star hotel. So we got awesome pictures with its nighttime lights. Unfortunately, drinking in Dubai is NOT cheap. I paid $12 for a 12-ounce bottle of Stella Artois... I don't even like Stella that much! So after one round, most of us were ready to see where else we could wind up. Another bar later (with a name that escapes me), we had one more round before they closed up for the night (after all, it was around 2am at this point). Deciding that I didn't want to spend another $20 on drinks that virtually come free from the ship, myself and a few others hailed Taxis back to port. We had to make a slight detour though on the way back to hit up the McDonald's... I know, I know.. try new things, not American chains... So I DID... I got the #7... The McArabia and it was DELICIOUS... Like a gyro but with chicken and a creamier sauce, I relished and enjoyed it all! When we got back to the ship I decided to take advantage of the super nice port terminal where we were docked and enjoy the free fast WiFi until the early hours of the morn. We were in Dubai the next day as well, but I had to work on the ship all day doing Embarkation duties (blast!). I vow to return though, and do all the things I didn't get a chance to. Just a taste of Dubai is enough to make me love it, and want to come back!
From One 'Bai' to the Next – Mumbai, India
Yes... Everything you've ever heard about India is true. I'm not even sure what it may have been that you've heard, but so much is happening (good and/or bad), that I'm certain it's based on fact. I was told Mumbai was nasty, overcrowded, and impoverished but with an impeccable culinary scene. And although these descriptions were all completely accurate, Mumbai (and India as a whole) opened my eyes to a whole new world of sights, sounds, smells, and tastes – and I loved every minute of it! As soon as I came out of the cruise ship terminal (which wasn't the most luxurious by any means – especially coming fresh from Dubai), I knew I was in for an adventure. The air was different. It was hot, muggy, thick air but it was alive with an edge of excitement. After succumbing to the dozens of taxi drivers that flock you as soon as you exit the terminal, we headed into town. My main goal for the day was to eat some delicious food and go Christmas shopping for various knickknacks. Our taxi driver kept trying to take us to some store (no doubt somewhere he was being commissioned to bring naïve Western tourists), but I kept firmly refusing until we had arrived at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel (the one that was bombed just last year...). Right across from the hotel is a giant stoned courtyard leading up to the Gateway of India that sits right on the bay. As we walked towards it, people were staring at us, taking pictures of us, and vendors had surrounded us with their various goods. I wanted a picture of myself in front of the monument, and as I was posing, two women in their traditional Indian garb, came up behind me and had the gentleman they were with take pictures of us all. It was very bizarre. Then as Cody and I (one of the male singers who ventured out with me the first day) stood there soaking it all in, a man came up to us with his 3 or 4-year-old daughter. He placed the daughter in between us, motioning that we be still... The young girl didn't want any of it, so she quickly ran back to her father. I'm not sure if he wanted us to take a picture of his small child and then give him money, or if he wanted a picture of his daughter with two white people – the world may never know. We walked back towards the hotel then, playing a dangerous game of 'Frogger' every time we crossed the trafficked streets. We walked along the sidewalk of the Taj Mahal Hotel before a guard quickly told us we weren't allowed... So we had to edge our way along the side of the road. Organized chaos is definitely the right set of words to describe was it's like to walk around. Eventually we made it to a street that had everything we were looking for, as far as Indian trinkets go. I found some amazing Bridal magazines (in English through and through and VERY interesting...) to add to my growing collection. Just as we were about to pass by a McDonald's, discussing whether or not they'd serve hamburgers (the cow is a holy animal here, they wouldn't dare eat them... In fact, you see cows as if they were dogs – wondering around aimlessly on the streets, eating what they can along the way), I smelled the most amazing smell. Cody wasn't the least bit curious to try any local cuisine, but I followed my nose to a little hole in the wall place, and he followed me. Dad had JUST been in India only 3 weeks prior to my trip, and he had suggested all these foods he liked. So I sat down in a tiny 2 person booth that was wedged right beside another booth (everyone sits together, even if you're strangers), pulled out my list of food and gave it to the waiter who looked puzzled as hell. Eventually, I realized we were in a vegetarian only restaurant (Whoops! They're very common, since it's part of their culture, I just hope I didn't offend with all my meat-related options). Anyhow, I asked the waiter just to bring me what he thought was the best thing they served. Boy did he deliver! I wish, I wish, I WISH I could remember what it was that I ate, but I have no clue! Basically it was like a crispy soft wrap tortilla shell stuffed with vegetables that were tossed in a yogurt-y, spicy sauce (unlike any curry I had ever tasted). It was so amazing that Cody even tried a bit and liked it! I would have easily paid $10 for this plate, but no... It was 35 rupees.... So LESS than $1. What?! Happy as a clam with my belly full and my shopping bags heavy, we headed back to the ship and thus concluded my first day in Mumbai.
Normally during overnights, my friends and I make it a point to go out and experience nightlife wherever we are. Thankfully, we didn't. The next day we heard horror stories about those brave enough to go. They drove around in their taxi cabs forever trying to even find places . When they finally did find some clubs, everywhere charged at least a $30 cover charge. Makes you realize just how complex the city of Mumbai is. There were slums on every corner with people living off of just $1 a day, and yet there are nightclubs that charge as much as they do just to get in. Crazy.
So after a restful night on the tranquility of the ship, it was time to join the mayhem once more. With a group of 4, we set out looking for some amazing food. We asked our taxi driver (Who was amazing – most speak various levels of English. He spoke fairly well, and charged us $10 an hour), to take us to a place with some great food that served beer (it's always a goal of mine to have a beer in every country I visit). 2 hours later, we were fat kids in heaven. I can say now, without a doubt, that was the BEST meal I had in India – and definitely in the top 5 of meals I've ever eaten. Jeremy, trombone player and a dear friend of mine, was with us and having dated an Indian girl for a few years, he knew exactly what to order. And the beer! It's called Kingsfisher and it is delicious! Even though we all ordered something different, it's served family style, so we each had a little bit of everyone's. And the garlic naan bread was to die for! I could go on and on, but my mouth is watering, so I'll stop now. Our taxi driver was there the whole time with us, answering any questions we had about the food, and once finished, helping to motivate us out of our food coma. He quickly shuffled us out of the restaurant and into a random building down a side street, up some rickety stairs, around a narrow hallway, and into a fabric shop that was selling scarves and saris. The men there were hilarious trying to get us to buy something. When you asked one man how much something was, he kept saying in his broken English, Indian accent, “Cheap as chickenshit ma friend... Cheap as chickenshit!” After another quick round of market shopping, we headed back to the ship and said goodbye to Mumbai.
New Mangalore and Cochin – The Rest of India
The rest of the ports of India were devoted to eating... And although my stomach was thankful to finally be leaving this country and their spices behind, I relished every morsel I put in my body! New Mangalore was a small port city. The shuttle took us to a fairly contemporary, but small mall that had a Pizza Hut on the first level. Determined to find a local 'hole in the wall' kind of place, a group of us set out in search for a restaurant that would serve beer (I needed more Kingsfisher before I left!). 20 minutes later and in a hot, humid heat, we decided we could put the beer hunt aside for now and just eat in the food court at the top of the mall. Later, I found out that at most places in India (especially in smaller establishments), you don't ask for beer... You ask for tea – that's code! Anyhow, the food court proved to be a huge success! Not only was the food extremely inexpensive (I spent a little under 100 Rupees on everything I ate – about $3), but it was AMAZING! Definitely the best mall food I've ever had! Again, I had the trusty advice of Jeremy and with his suggestions I ate like an Indian king! First, we split a Chaat – a bowl made of potatoes (looks like a waffle cone) that's stuffed with all sorts of various things. It was so complex in flavors and textures – I can't even describe. Jeremy says a lot of Indian places in NYC will serve these (although he said that nothing compares to the food he's had here – obviously!). Then I got this dome of bread... It has air inside it. And with most curries, it's eaten not with a fork, but you break a piece of bread off, fold it, then dip it in the curry. AND... never eat with your left had – only your right (and always shake with your right hand). The left hand is used for other non-sanitary purposes... So, another successful day of eating!
Finally - Cochin – It was absolutely amazing. I believe, after reflection, it was my favorite Indian port. I just wish we could have had more time there. Again, a group of us set out and hired 2 taxis for the day (that's how it's done – you don't just pay to go one place and get another taxi back). We were taken to some winding streets that could barely fit one car through them (although at times they seemed to fit 2...). We were en route to an amazing restaurant, as per our taxi driver's advice. The streets in themselves were cleaner than what we'd seen in previous ports, and instead of the underlying smell of manure, blend of spices filled the air. As we continued to walk, I understood why. Every other store down this winding street was a spice store where you could buy any spice imaginable – in bulk. The barefoot store keepers would sit in the doorway of their open-aired shop and pleasantly smile at all these white people strolling along. There were a ton of goats everywhere, too. Apparently, they're kept as pets around here. During the day, they roam around and eat and – hang out with other goats, I guess before making their way back home. It's incredibly bizarre. Our taxi drivers ended up leading us to a hotel that by Indian standards looked pretty fancy. We weren't too thrilled, however, because we're the type of group that wants to eat where the locals eat, but thought we'd oblige our driver's suggestion anyway and take a look at the menu. As soon as we walked in, and up the stairs to the back porch dining patio that overlooked the bay, I was already sold. It was like an old English-style bed and breakfast, filled with charm and character. Jeremy once again took the lead and looked at the menu. I asked if they served beer: yes – that was a definite plus. The menu was filled with local cuisine, and we all agreed to stay. Jeremy ordered for the whole table an array of food, that (I'm sure you're sick of hearing this) was amazing!!! And I got my Kingsfisher beer! There were 6 of us, and we each ordered one, so after we got towards the end of the first round (you drink beer rather fast here because of all the spicy food you're consuming), are attending waiter (who I'll talk about in a sec) asked if we'd like another round, because they'd have to go to the store to by more. I should mention that we were the only table on this back dining patio and we were attending to like nobles! One shy young man in particular, who spoke English very well, stayed upstairs with us the whole time. He asked what we did, and when I said I was a singer, he said that he liked to sing as well. One of the guys jokingly asked him to sing his favorite song... His reply, “If it pleases you, I will sing to you my favorite song.” I was so embarrassed! I didn't want him to think he HAD to!! But he launched in (and he had a very nice voice!), and we all clapped and cheered after he finished. He got me back though, because after he finished, he asked me to sing one for him! I HATE singing like that – I've never been one to be comfortable in front of only a tableful of people. Give me a thousand, and I'm way more at ease! But I had to, so I asked if he knew the Beatles. He said he didn't! Surely if he heard more of their songs he would have recognized them. Anyway, I sang a Beatles tune and he loved it. Another round of beers later with our bellies full, the 4 boys in our group decided to have a 'Man Challenge'. The first one to finish one of the hot peppers that they give you (to eat one tiny slice at a time), would be the winner. Now, understand – these peppers are EXTREMELY hot. The type of hot to give you hiccups and sear off a couple taste buds. But drunk off food and beer, and maybe the warm air, they all went for it downing the pepper in its entirety! I've never seen 4 grown men cry like that. It was hilarious! I have it all on video... They started screaming like girls, sweating profusely, and talking about how fast their hearts were racing! Oh man... Good times! After they'd gotten their mouths back to functioning level, we said our goodbyes to the amazing servers and chef, then headed to the Chinese fishing net harbor area. These fishing nets are very famous – and Cochin is the only place in the world that has them. Crafted by Chinese sailors some 400 years ago, they're still in use today! Although, after the tsunami that hit a couple years ago, the fish population has dramatically decreased. But they were fascinating structures nonetheless. By this point it was already time to head back to the ship. I'd love to come back to Cochin though, because there is so much more to see and do!
After leaving India, it's 3 sea days until the Seychelles – supposedly some of the most beautiful islands in the world. My life is truly hard...
Haifa, Israel – Bethlehem and Jerusalem
For the first time in 3 contracts, I went on a crew tour. They're great in theory... That's all I'll say about that. But the bright sides are, all your transportation is taken care of, you're given a packed lunch, and they even provide a tour guide. It's not a bad deal. So, I found myself on a bus in Israel headed to the Holy Land. On the way there, I learned so much more about this passionate country. Our tour guide was able to simplify very complicated histories and present affairs. I had no idea just how complex their struggles were/are.... Definitely was an eye-opening moment, and that was before we even arrived to the Old City of Jerusalem!
Once at the Old City walls, we were greeted by a chorus of enthusiastic people cheering, singing, celebrating and taking pictures of what looked like a 15-year old Israeli pop star. It was, however, a Bah Mitzvah party complete with drums, these horn instruments made of what looked like actual animal horns, and a tent that was covering the boy who was entering adulthood. It was a pretty exciting way to start a tour of Jerusalem. We entered through Dung Gate, making our way towards the Jewish section of the Old City. Within these walls, Muslim, Jewish, Christian, and Armenian people live in their designated sections. It's amazing how in just a couple blocks, the look and feel of the environment transitions to suit the customs and traditions of the people that are now in the occupying area. We saw the Wailing Wall (the most sacred Jewish site in the world). Men and women have their own sides, but it doesn't keep people from all celebrating together – women stand on stools to look over the dividing wall so that they're right by their male counterparts as they celebrate a boy's Bah Mitzvah. Then we wound through the city's narrow streets, following in the path believed by many to be Jesus' tortured walk to be crucified. This was a moment I regretted being in a 'tour group.' Having traveled extensively on my own, I would take opportunities like this one to really let the history of a place sink in. With 35 other people scrambling over each other to take a picture at every sacred site ('this is where Jesus laid his hand on the wall,' 'this is where he took a wet rag,' this is where he began to bear the cross....'), I couldn't fully apprectiate what was to be a sacred experience. But nonetheless, it was still a cool thing to see. We visited the Church of the Holy Sepulchre (one of the most sacred Christian sites in the world). In that one church was the supposed tomb of Jesus, as well as the hill where the crucifixion took place. Call me ignorant, but I was expecting an actual outdoor hill, as well as an actual cave. But years and years and years ago, to preserve these holy places, the powers that be constructed a church to sit atop both. Once inside, you go upstairs to see what marked the spot of the crosses, and downstairs around a corner to see Jesus' tomb. Totally interesting, although completely overcrowded. After this we had 20 minutes of free time in which a couple guys and I went on a mad search for some hummus. Boy did we find some! It was delicious and fresh and YUM-MY! Not to self: I want a food processor so I can make my own! Then we boarded the bus again to head to Bethlehem.
Since Bethlehem is under Palestinian control, not only did we pass through a security gate, but we had to switch tour guides since ours was Israeli and wasn't allowed. Again – this country is covered in complexity. The one and basically only thing to see in Bethlehem is the Church of Nativity. And again, a building was placed atop of a sacred spot – this one to mark where Jesus was born. So the main entrance of the church is through a door that's only 3 feet tall. They say they designed it this way to not only discourage animals from entering, but to force every person that walks through that door to bow – showing their humility and respect. It started out alright... We were standing in a line that covered the length of the church with hundreds of other tourists, but it seemed to be moving fairly easily. Then Mass started, the line came to a standstill for over an hour, and our group started to be infiltrated by Italian and Chinese tourists. We put up a barricade and eventually were able to block off their advances, but those Chinese have NO concept of space, so they would push and shuffle and just annoy the crap out of us that were bringing in the end of the group. This went on for another hour... So 2.5 hours later we were FINALLY at the stairs that led to the underground grotto where Mary gave birth. Now imagine 100 people standing around a set of stairs that went down to a door that was large enough for only one person to enter through at a time. Now factor in the pushy Italians and shoving Chinese. Imagine stuffy, hot air and guards that keep giving you dirty looks every time you talk louder than a whisper. You've just about got how that whole event was. I tell you, by the time I finally made my way to the spot on the ground that's officially marked, I didn't even get a picture of it. Sad part was, I didn't even care! I was SO ready to be out of the church. And what an UN-Holy way to experience something that was supposed to be Holy! Apparently, it's always pretty bad, but I'm SURE there has to be times better than when we hit it. If I hadn't had my friends there to keep me company and provide humor through the whole situation, I don't think I would have even made it an hour in there. But I can say I've 'been there done that' and now I'm moving on!
Port Said, Egypt – CAIRO AND THE PYRAMIDS
A day after Jerusalem and Bethlehem, I took my 2nd (and probably last) crew tour to the Pyramids. The bus ride this time was a little longer at 3 hours one way. Luckily, pillows were brought, so napping was done. Once we started to hit traffic from Cairo, I was wide awake to stare out onto this 'whole new world' (hehehe). Most every person around was male. But you could find the occasional female covered from head to toe in her burka. They had warned the female crew members to dress as conservatively as possible considering the predicted 100F weather we were supposed to have. First impression of Cairo, besides the men and their fully clothed women – it's crowded and dirty. Not that I mind the dirtiness, I think it gave the city character. Another thing I thought was interesting in Cairo considering the dress of the day, all the billboards that were selling one thing or another, had pictures of families dressed in 'western-style' clothes! It was odd – they didn't reflect the customs and culture of the people they were trying to sell to. Anyway, once we passed over the Nile, the pyramids started to appear in the distance. How amazing to see these massive structures through the city skyline. And they look HUGE from a distance! Of course, the closer we got the more awestruck I became. Finally, once at the base of the Great Pyramid, we were outside taking pictures from every angle. I opted to take the tour inside of one to see the burial chamber. Having been to the Cholula Pyramid in Mexico, I halfway expected it to be dark and dingy, but tall enough to walk upright. Not the case. You descend into a 3.5 foot tall ramp-style stairwell. So not only are you crouched the entire way, you're going downhill (and sometimes uphill) AND passing people going the opposite direction! It was AWESOME! I loved every second of it. You're not allowed to bring your camera, but I snuck mine in anyway and took a couple videos to document the process. The journey ends in a large room, that you can only imagine was filled to the brim with gold and riches and knickknacks. The stone tomb was still inside with a dimly lit spotlight behind it, casting the entire room in an eerie darkness. Just too cool. After a couple more photoshoots at the base of the Pyramids we traveled to a little 'overlook' that put all 3 in the distance for more cool picture ops. What I never realized, was just how close the Pyramids are to Cairo... I mean, Cairo is RIGHT there to one side of them. When you see them in movies, they purposely only film them from one direction to make it seem like they're in the middle of nowhere... Nope. The Sphinx was our next stop, only being a 5 minute bus ride to its main parking lot. I actually imagined the Sphinx to be a lot bigger than what it was... The downside of all these places are the hundreds and hundreds of Egyptians trying to sell you stuff – I mean you get hassled from every corner! I know how to handle them (complete and total ignorance) but when you're traveling in a group, one of you always gets bombarded. Couldn't put a damper on my mood though, it was a great day! The final stop was to a souvenir shop that specializes in kartouches and papyrus paper. Kartouches are jewelry made of gold or silver that has your name in Epytian characters on it. They're pretty nifty and a definite must-have kind of souvenir once you've been to Egypt.
Safaga, Egypt – ie The Port That Shall Not Be Mentioned
Was hoping for a fun day at the beach when we arrived here, but instead received poor treatment, hot weather, and food that upset my stomach! It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit when we arrived. Fortunately there was a shuttle bus service available to everyone on the ship that was to go to the Holiday Inn Resort – offering beach front access, drinks by a pool, and free WiFi. The guys and I went out however, and wanted real food (not commercial food that every Western hotel would offer). We asked a local where a close restaurant would be and he said “just passed the pharmacy”. It seemed like only a couple blocks away from where we were. An hour later, sweat dripping down every inch of my body, and having countless men in cars honk numerous times as they drove by (a woman as white as me should NEVER be alone in this country – luckily I had 4 dudes with me), we finally found a 'hole in the wall' kind of place. The good news was that they had hummus and other such delicious local cuisine. The bad news is that they didn't serve alcohol (we couldn't be too disappointed because we heard in Muslim countries that alcohol is prohibited except in hotels and resort areas). We had to wait 45 minutes for our food to be delivered to the table, to our chagrin because we were hot and starving. But the food was worth it (I was sick for the next 3 days...). Afterwards, we begrudgingly walked back to the resort where we were originally dropped off with the intention of cooling ourselves in the Red Sea waters. Again, disappointment set in – when we arrived we learned it would be $15 just to use their facilities – not to mention how much a drink would cost. Over it all, we decided just to pop into the bar that was around the corner inside the hotel and have A drink while waiting for the shuttle bus back. All 5 of us walked up to the bar, told the man there we wanted 5 beers, sat down and anxiously awaited. He came moments later carrying FOUR beers on his tray, sat all 4 in front of all the males, and then walked away without a word... I yelled after him, he ignored me. It took one of the guys to ask the man for another beer so that I could have one! I was beyond being in this port at this moment... How frustrating! Eventually I got my beer and 2 others, we politetly paid, then got the Hell out of Safaga. I'm beside myself that I got to experience the pyramids, but I won't be upset if I never come to this country again!
Aqaba, Jordan – Petra or a Magical Carpet Ride
Unfortunately, the day I could have experienced one of the 7 ancient wonders of the world was my once-in-a-blue-moon duty days. Duty days for us entertainers on the ship means we set up a board game in the morning, straighten the library, then come back around 3 to host a game, then show up to socialize at Tea Time. It's not a big deal, but it sucks that Petra was something I was going to be missing. At first, I wasn't too bothered. In fact, I could have very well gotten someone to cover for me that day – but at that time I didn't really know what I was missing. To be honest, I'm still not that sure, and I don't ever want to know! It's better that way! So instead, I did my duties then took off into Aqaba (the actual port we sailed into), for a short walk around. I had heard of a virtual magic carpet ride attraction that was at one of the various malls in the city. The simulated ride was supposed to start in the bottom of the Dead Sea, take you through Petra, and then on to some other Middle Eastern wonders. It would have been a GREAT alternative thing to do since I wouldn't be seeing Petra firsthand. But I couldn't find the mall it was happening in, and I didn't have the time or energy to really be bothered! It's a good thing too, because some passengers on the ship happened to go and instead of the actual carpet that I assumed you'd be standing on, it was like an out-of-date IMAX movie where you sat in theater chairs and watched a large screen. I bought my souvenirs, then headed back to the ship – I was ready to hit Dubai, anyway.
Dubai, United Arab Emirates – The Richest City I've Ever Seen
To get to Dubai from Jordan, we had 4 consecutive sea days and 2 days in port in the country of Oman (I didn't get off because unless you were on tour, there was really no point). I didn't really know what to expect in Dubai. I had heard of its richness (and to some extent its bankruptcy!), fantastic shopping, and awe-inducing architecture. So luckily, a group of us decided to get a deeper look into Dubai by taking the ever so touristy Hop-On Hop-Off Bus Tour. And although long (6.5 hours), it was fabulous! We saw the Burj Arab Al, the only self-boasting 7-star hotel in the world (we heard rooms started at something like $35,000 a night... What?!), we drove out onto the man-made Isle of Palms towards the Atlantis Resort, and it took us by all the malls and major buildings (including the tallest one constructed at its time – the Burj Khalifa – it is HUGE). Because we were starving at one point, a few of us decided to have a meal at the first mall we stopped at – The Mall of Emirates. I've been to the Mall of America and it has NOTHING on this place. It was 3 stories of incredibleness.... Every store you've ever visited in a mall was here, it was a state of the art fancy shopping center with a TON of American food chains as well. I took a picture of one of the mall directory signs that hung overhead because it had directions to the Prayer Room (and indeed we were there when the Muslim chanting came on the overhead speakers... talk about culture shock), the East AND West food courts, and of course, the Indoor Ski Slope – Ski Dubai... (again, what?!?). Yes, the Mall of Emirates has within its walls the largest indoor ski hill in the world. We headed straight for it once we were there, and actually ended up dining in a restaurant that was right at the base of the slopes. So our table was pressed against the window and as we ate we watched the skiers come down the hills (it was like we were at a ski lodge.... in the middle of the desert!). It was awesome! And our meal was fantastic – I had an appetizer plate that included all sorts of various Middle Eastern dips (baba ghanoush, hummus, and a spicy artichoke-y style dip… to name a few). At this point, I was with all my guy friends again, so luckily the desire to shop was thwarted. Otherwise, a girl could be in this place for DAYS (literally! And for future reference, there is a hotel conveniently located in the heart of the mall...). We caught the last Hop-On Hop-Off bus back to the port and prepared ourselves for a night on the town. Once we all freshed up, regrouped, and pre-gamed at the crew bar, we took a caravan of taxis to the first bar. Called the 360 degree Bar because it was located on the water and had multilevel wraparound decks, it was a great first stop. It was just across a small bay area from the Burj Al Arab – the fancy 7-star hotel. So we got awesome pictures with its nighttime lights. Unfortunately, drinking in Dubai is NOT cheap. I paid $12 for a 12-ounce bottle of Stella Artois... I don't even like Stella that much! So after one round, most of us were ready to see where else we could wind up. Another bar later (with a name that escapes me), we had one more round before they closed up for the night (after all, it was around 2am at this point). Deciding that I didn't want to spend another $20 on drinks that virtually come free from the ship, myself and a few others hailed Taxis back to port. We had to make a slight detour though on the way back to hit up the McDonald's... I know, I know.. try new things, not American chains... So I DID... I got the #7... The McArabia and it was DELICIOUS... Like a gyro but with chicken and a creamier sauce, I relished and enjoyed it all! When we got back to the ship I decided to take advantage of the super nice port terminal where we were docked and enjoy the free fast WiFi until the early hours of the morn. We were in Dubai the next day as well, but I had to work on the ship all day doing Embarkation duties (blast!). I vow to return though, and do all the things I didn't get a chance to. Just a taste of Dubai is enough to make me love it, and want to come back!
From One 'Bai' to the Next – Mumbai, India
Yes... Everything you've ever heard about India is true. I'm not even sure what it may have been that you've heard, but so much is happening (good and/or bad), that I'm certain it's based on fact. I was told Mumbai was nasty, overcrowded, and impoverished but with an impeccable culinary scene. And although these descriptions were all completely accurate, Mumbai (and India as a whole) opened my eyes to a whole new world of sights, sounds, smells, and tastes – and I loved every minute of it! As soon as I came out of the cruise ship terminal (which wasn't the most luxurious by any means – especially coming fresh from Dubai), I knew I was in for an adventure. The air was different. It was hot, muggy, thick air but it was alive with an edge of excitement. After succumbing to the dozens of taxi drivers that flock you as soon as you exit the terminal, we headed into town. My main goal for the day was to eat some delicious food and go Christmas shopping for various knickknacks. Our taxi driver kept trying to take us to some store (no doubt somewhere he was being commissioned to bring naïve Western tourists), but I kept firmly refusing until we had arrived at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel (the one that was bombed just last year...). Right across from the hotel is a giant stoned courtyard leading up to the Gateway of India that sits right on the bay. As we walked towards it, people were staring at us, taking pictures of us, and vendors had surrounded us with their various goods. I wanted a picture of myself in front of the monument, and as I was posing, two women in their traditional Indian garb, came up behind me and had the gentleman they were with take pictures of us all. It was very bizarre. Then as Cody and I (one of the male singers who ventured out with me the first day) stood there soaking it all in, a man came up to us with his 3 or 4-year-old daughter. He placed the daughter in between us, motioning that we be still... The young girl didn't want any of it, so she quickly ran back to her father. I'm not sure if he wanted us to take a picture of his small child and then give him money, or if he wanted a picture of his daughter with two white people – the world may never know. We walked back towards the hotel then, playing a dangerous game of 'Frogger' every time we crossed the trafficked streets. We walked along the sidewalk of the Taj Mahal Hotel before a guard quickly told us we weren't allowed... So we had to edge our way along the side of the road. Organized chaos is definitely the right set of words to describe was it's like to walk around. Eventually we made it to a street that had everything we were looking for, as far as Indian trinkets go. I found some amazing Bridal magazines (in English through and through and VERY interesting...) to add to my growing collection. Just as we were about to pass by a McDonald's, discussing whether or not they'd serve hamburgers (the cow is a holy animal here, they wouldn't dare eat them... In fact, you see cows as if they were dogs – wondering around aimlessly on the streets, eating what they can along the way), I smelled the most amazing smell. Cody wasn't the least bit curious to try any local cuisine, but I followed my nose to a little hole in the wall place, and he followed me. Dad had JUST been in India only 3 weeks prior to my trip, and he had suggested all these foods he liked. So I sat down in a tiny 2 person booth that was wedged right beside another booth (everyone sits together, even if you're strangers), pulled out my list of food and gave it to the waiter who looked puzzled as hell. Eventually, I realized we were in a vegetarian only restaurant (Whoops! They're very common, since it's part of their culture, I just hope I didn't offend with all my meat-related options). Anyhow, I asked the waiter just to bring me what he thought was the best thing they served. Boy did he deliver! I wish, I wish, I WISH I could remember what it was that I ate, but I have no clue! Basically it was like a crispy soft wrap tortilla shell stuffed with vegetables that were tossed in a yogurt-y, spicy sauce (unlike any curry I had ever tasted). It was so amazing that Cody even tried a bit and liked it! I would have easily paid $10 for this plate, but no... It was 35 rupees.... So LESS than $1. What?! Happy as a clam with my belly full and my shopping bags heavy, we headed back to the ship and thus concluded my first day in Mumbai.
Normally during overnights, my friends and I make it a point to go out and experience nightlife wherever we are. Thankfully, we didn't. The next day we heard horror stories about those brave enough to go. They drove around in their taxi cabs forever trying to even find places . When they finally did find some clubs, everywhere charged at least a $30 cover charge. Makes you realize just how complex the city of Mumbai is. There were slums on every corner with people living off of just $1 a day, and yet there are nightclubs that charge as much as they do just to get in. Crazy.
So after a restful night on the tranquility of the ship, it was time to join the mayhem once more. With a group of 4, we set out looking for some amazing food. We asked our taxi driver (Who was amazing – most speak various levels of English. He spoke fairly well, and charged us $10 an hour), to take us to a place with some great food that served beer (it's always a goal of mine to have a beer in every country I visit). 2 hours later, we were fat kids in heaven. I can say now, without a doubt, that was the BEST meal I had in India – and definitely in the top 5 of meals I've ever eaten. Jeremy, trombone player and a dear friend of mine, was with us and having dated an Indian girl for a few years, he knew exactly what to order. And the beer! It's called Kingsfisher and it is delicious! Even though we all ordered something different, it's served family style, so we each had a little bit of everyone's. And the garlic naan bread was to die for! I could go on and on, but my mouth is watering, so I'll stop now. Our taxi driver was there the whole time with us, answering any questions we had about the food, and once finished, helping to motivate us out of our food coma. He quickly shuffled us out of the restaurant and into a random building down a side street, up some rickety stairs, around a narrow hallway, and into a fabric shop that was selling scarves and saris. The men there were hilarious trying to get us to buy something. When you asked one man how much something was, he kept saying in his broken English, Indian accent, “Cheap as chickenshit ma friend... Cheap as chickenshit!” After another quick round of market shopping, we headed back to the ship and said goodbye to Mumbai.
New Mangalore and Cochin – The Rest of India
The rest of the ports of India were devoted to eating... And although my stomach was thankful to finally be leaving this country and their spices behind, I relished every morsel I put in my body! New Mangalore was a small port city. The shuttle took us to a fairly contemporary, but small mall that had a Pizza Hut on the first level. Determined to find a local 'hole in the wall' kind of place, a group of us set out in search for a restaurant that would serve beer (I needed more Kingsfisher before I left!). 20 minutes later and in a hot, humid heat, we decided we could put the beer hunt aside for now and just eat in the food court at the top of the mall. Later, I found out that at most places in India (especially in smaller establishments), you don't ask for beer... You ask for tea – that's code! Anyhow, the food court proved to be a huge success! Not only was the food extremely inexpensive (I spent a little under 100 Rupees on everything I ate – about $3), but it was AMAZING! Definitely the best mall food I've ever had! Again, I had the trusty advice of Jeremy and with his suggestions I ate like an Indian king! First, we split a Chaat – a bowl made of potatoes (looks like a waffle cone) that's stuffed with all sorts of various things. It was so complex in flavors and textures – I can't even describe. Jeremy says a lot of Indian places in NYC will serve these (although he said that nothing compares to the food he's had here – obviously!). Then I got this dome of bread... It has air inside it. And with most curries, it's eaten not with a fork, but you break a piece of bread off, fold it, then dip it in the curry. AND... never eat with your left had – only your right (and always shake with your right hand). The left hand is used for other non-sanitary purposes... So, another successful day of eating!
Finally - Cochin – It was absolutely amazing. I believe, after reflection, it was my favorite Indian port. I just wish we could have had more time there. Again, a group of us set out and hired 2 taxis for the day (that's how it's done – you don't just pay to go one place and get another taxi back). We were taken to some winding streets that could barely fit one car through them (although at times they seemed to fit 2...). We were en route to an amazing restaurant, as per our taxi driver's advice. The streets in themselves were cleaner than what we'd seen in previous ports, and instead of the underlying smell of manure, blend of spices filled the air. As we continued to walk, I understood why. Every other store down this winding street was a spice store where you could buy any spice imaginable – in bulk. The barefoot store keepers would sit in the doorway of their open-aired shop and pleasantly smile at all these white people strolling along. There were a ton of goats everywhere, too. Apparently, they're kept as pets around here. During the day, they roam around and eat and – hang out with other goats, I guess before making their way back home. It's incredibly bizarre. Our taxi drivers ended up leading us to a hotel that by Indian standards looked pretty fancy. We weren't too thrilled, however, because we're the type of group that wants to eat where the locals eat, but thought we'd oblige our driver's suggestion anyway and take a look at the menu. As soon as we walked in, and up the stairs to the back porch dining patio that overlooked the bay, I was already sold. It was like an old English-style bed and breakfast, filled with charm and character. Jeremy once again took the lead and looked at the menu. I asked if they served beer: yes – that was a definite plus. The menu was filled with local cuisine, and we all agreed to stay. Jeremy ordered for the whole table an array of food, that (I'm sure you're sick of hearing this) was amazing!!! And I got my Kingsfisher beer! There were 6 of us, and we each ordered one, so after we got towards the end of the first round (you drink beer rather fast here because of all the spicy food you're consuming), are attending waiter (who I'll talk about in a sec) asked if we'd like another round, because they'd have to go to the store to by more. I should mention that we were the only table on this back dining patio and we were attending to like nobles! One shy young man in particular, who spoke English very well, stayed upstairs with us the whole time. He asked what we did, and when I said I was a singer, he said that he liked to sing as well. One of the guys jokingly asked him to sing his favorite song... His reply, “If it pleases you, I will sing to you my favorite song.” I was so embarrassed! I didn't want him to think he HAD to!! But he launched in (and he had a very nice voice!), and we all clapped and cheered after he finished. He got me back though, because after he finished, he asked me to sing one for him! I HATE singing like that – I've never been one to be comfortable in front of only a tableful of people. Give me a thousand, and I'm way more at ease! But I had to, so I asked if he knew the Beatles. He said he didn't! Surely if he heard more of their songs he would have recognized them. Anyway, I sang a Beatles tune and he loved it. Another round of beers later with our bellies full, the 4 boys in our group decided to have a 'Man Challenge'. The first one to finish one of the hot peppers that they give you (to eat one tiny slice at a time), would be the winner. Now, understand – these peppers are EXTREMELY hot. The type of hot to give you hiccups and sear off a couple taste buds. But drunk off food and beer, and maybe the warm air, they all went for it downing the pepper in its entirety! I've never seen 4 grown men cry like that. It was hilarious! I have it all on video... They started screaming like girls, sweating profusely, and talking about how fast their hearts were racing! Oh man... Good times! After they'd gotten their mouths back to functioning level, we said our goodbyes to the amazing servers and chef, then headed to the Chinese fishing net harbor area. These fishing nets are very famous – and Cochin is the only place in the world that has them. Crafted by Chinese sailors some 400 years ago, they're still in use today! Although, after the tsunami that hit a couple years ago, the fish population has dramatically decreased. But they were fascinating structures nonetheless. By this point it was already time to head back to the ship. I'd love to come back to Cochin though, because there is so much more to see and do!
After leaving India, it's 3 sea days until the Seychelles – supposedly some of the most beautiful islands in the world. My life is truly hard...
Saturday, October 23, 2010
The First 2 Weeks: Back to ShipLife
So I'm finally settled in enough to write my first blog while being back on board. These past couple weeks have been filled with staff training, costume re-fitting, name learning, and of course – rehearsing, rehearsing, rehearsing! And now that those undesirable tasks are (mostly) behind me, I can finally start to enjoy being here!
I should begin by saying how absolutely incredible my cast is. They've been on board 9 months already (the longest of long contracts), and still have 6 weeks till they're all home again. However, they haven't lost their energy, enthusiasm, or minds!! Even though they've been doing these shows for what may seem like forever I'm sure, each one of them made it a point to be sure I was comfortable - calling extra rehearsal time, working individually through the numbers, and helping me acclimate back to ship life in general. Simply, I couldn't have had a better 'new' cast!!
Since I spent my last 6-month contract doing the same shows this new cast has been doing, I came in knowing most of everything. But of course, each cast has their own idiosyncrasies, so more than a few times I had to get what I did before out of my head/body, and re-learn a new step. Again, everyone's patience was endless! And I must say, the majority of all the shows went off without a hitch! A couple step touches there, or the wrong arm here were the only minor problems I encountered – and done without the knowledge of the audience. All the shows were really well received. I was constantly stopped by guests who had to express their sheer delight in the past night's entertainment! I forgot how wonderful it is to hear how amazing you are everyday! Hahaha...
Speaking of, two of my favorite cruisers actually surprised me by joining the ship the same day I did, and not telling me! They knew I'd be starting my contract, but they kept that they were coming a secret, so when I saw them the first day I thought I had just hallucinated from severe jet lag!! It's just wonderful to have two familiar faces in the crowd every night, almost like having a set of parents out there cheering you on! Today started a new cruise - I've still got my 2 favs here till Dubai, but they've been joined by a whole slew of guests that I've cruised with before and whom I love love love!! It was an exciting day indeed, to see so many people that I've gotten to know and had good times with! If it were even possible, I'm looking forward to this next cruise now more than ever!
The cruise we started today begins what they call 'The Discovery Selection.' It's fully booked, and if you read all the ports we'll be hitting you'd know why. Basically a major reason for why I'm here happens in 2 days... EGYPTIAN PYRAMIDS (I've been dreaming of this moment since I wrote an 8th grade paper on Giza)!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!! I am BESIDE myself with excitement! I can't friggin' wait! And the next day I'm taking a tour to Bethlehem stopping at other biblical hot spots along the way. Am I really this lucky!? The rest of the ports are guiding us down to Dubai (our next embarkation day – and final cruise of the contract). I can say it's definitely felt like I've been here two weeks but I have a sneaky suspicion that the next few weeks will FLY by! (I'll be back in Kevin's arms tomorrow practically!)
Last night was my first overnight since being on board. Overnights among the crew are highly desirable since we never really get a night off if we leave port every day at 5 or 6pm. So needless to say, it was an epic night in Istanbul that started with an incredible Thai meal (yes... Thai in Turkey...) with 7 or so of us. Having been to Thailand, it's my favorite type of food, so I sat there salivating (as I am now) over the menu and narrowing down which 2 (or 3) things I wanted. As soon as the last plate was cleared from our table, the power of the restaurant went out so we finished digesting over candlelit drinks. Then the rowdy bunch of us went to an amazing dive bar right off Taxim Square (a major shopping/eating district). All night long this AWESOME jazz/rock/bluesy band with horns played Stevie Wonder, James Taylor, disco, etc etc etc... After a few rounds, some guys in our group thought it would be fun to practically throw Ellery (the other female singer on the ship – and a complete JOY to be around) and I onstage with these guys to get us to sing Proud Mary!! I've seen the video and I'm not sure I'll ever make it public, but it was such a COOL experience! Hahhaa... Then after a few kebabs at 5 in the morning, we made it back to the ship.... Ahhh.... Istanbul.
I've settled quite nicely back into my napping routine, and I've already converted myself back to being a night owl (I never fully convinced myself I was a morning person anyhow). I forgot how dark my room gets (really a cave... since I have no window BUT it's private), which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Bad thing is that you could literally sleep half the day away – Good thing is that you could literally sleep half the day away!! I've already had the pleasure (twice) of dining with passengers in the 6-star 'fancy-schmancy' restaurants, and I'm back to enjoying fine wine and extra dirty vodka martinis for free! And it just plum feels good to be back onstage again! More than once during the shows as I was milking that last note, I had an overwhelming feeling of pure joy and thankfulness. I'll never take for granted what I have.
Sorrento, Italy was my first time off the ship since joining. There's a pizza place that we always went to when I first started visiting Sorrento, so that was a must stop for the day. My oh my how amazing is their pizza, let me count the ways. It's always crowded with locals, making it a good indication of its caliber on the Italian scale. This place is located right across the street from a lemon and lime grove/garden. So we frolicked through there and had a free limoncello tasting (I always think I'm going to like it, but I never do...). Gelato was next on the list, of course (hello limone flavor!). And we enjoyed that while walking around and eventually settling into this cute cafe that overlooked the bay. All in all a perfect day, and a great reunion with a fabulous city. Santorini was the next fun day I had. We went on a 'Gyro-Crawl' hitting up a couple stands and washing them down with cold Efes beer. I did a little shopping here and there, and then took some pictures (as if I don't have enough pictures of Santorini from the countless times I've been there – but it's just soooo beautiful you can't help yourself!). Love love love Santorini – it's defintely my favorite Greek port...
Internet has been a frustrating slap back to reality, however. If we even get a connection, more often than not it's at an irritatingly slow speed. It's made for some tough communication between my love and I. But we make it work, and he couldn't be any more supportive and proud of me right now. Since we don't have internet at our cabin in Montana, he'll drive to McDonald's everyday before work to talk for a few minutes. A few times, he's been left there alone for 45 minutes before (correctly) assuming I'm having connection problems. When he's in NC he'll have free WiFi at any time, so hopefully the seas in this part of the world will cooperate better!
Have to share a cute Kevin story… We were in Kusadasi, Turkey for my birthday. Unless you're there to see Ephesus, which is amazing, or to shop for a rug or cheap knickknacks that you're generally overcharged for, the only real redeeming thing about Kusadasi is that the port terminal has a Starbucks with free internet! So of course, that's where I headed to get online for a few hours. Kevin and I Skyped (thank God for Skype and video chat). There in the McDonald's parking lot in his truck, he had brought a large muffin (the store was out of cupcakes apparently), stuck a candle in it, sang Happy Birthday to me, then told me to 'blow out the candle' while he discreetly did the deed. How adorable is he!?!? Oh my goodness... I know everyone's rolling their eyes, but these are the little things in life that support just how lucky I am! It made my day since I had been bumming a little that I wouldn't get to spend the day with him in person. I also finally got to call my mom after what felt like forever since I'd last spoken with her! We mostly talked wedding stuff, which I love. I've been collecting Bridal Magazines from some the countries I've visited so far – Italy and Turkey – with plans to hit the shops to look for more in Egypt, India, and South Africa.
Well, I must bid adieu for now. With as many sea days as there are coming up, I should get plenty of downtime to continue to write of my adventures. Egypt here I come!! WOO HOO!
I should begin by saying how absolutely incredible my cast is. They've been on board 9 months already (the longest of long contracts), and still have 6 weeks till they're all home again. However, they haven't lost their energy, enthusiasm, or minds!! Even though they've been doing these shows for what may seem like forever I'm sure, each one of them made it a point to be sure I was comfortable - calling extra rehearsal time, working individually through the numbers, and helping me acclimate back to ship life in general. Simply, I couldn't have had a better 'new' cast!!
Since I spent my last 6-month contract doing the same shows this new cast has been doing, I came in knowing most of everything. But of course, each cast has their own idiosyncrasies, so more than a few times I had to get what I did before out of my head/body, and re-learn a new step. Again, everyone's patience was endless! And I must say, the majority of all the shows went off without a hitch! A couple step touches there, or the wrong arm here were the only minor problems I encountered – and done without the knowledge of the audience. All the shows were really well received. I was constantly stopped by guests who had to express their sheer delight in the past night's entertainment! I forgot how wonderful it is to hear how amazing you are everyday! Hahaha...
Speaking of, two of my favorite cruisers actually surprised me by joining the ship the same day I did, and not telling me! They knew I'd be starting my contract, but they kept that they were coming a secret, so when I saw them the first day I thought I had just hallucinated from severe jet lag!! It's just wonderful to have two familiar faces in the crowd every night, almost like having a set of parents out there cheering you on! Today started a new cruise - I've still got my 2 favs here till Dubai, but they've been joined by a whole slew of guests that I've cruised with before and whom I love love love!! It was an exciting day indeed, to see so many people that I've gotten to know and had good times with! If it were even possible, I'm looking forward to this next cruise now more than ever!
The cruise we started today begins what they call 'The Discovery Selection.' It's fully booked, and if you read all the ports we'll be hitting you'd know why. Basically a major reason for why I'm here happens in 2 days... EGYPTIAN PYRAMIDS (I've been dreaming of this moment since I wrote an 8th grade paper on Giza)!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!! I am BESIDE myself with excitement! I can't friggin' wait! And the next day I'm taking a tour to Bethlehem stopping at other biblical hot spots along the way. Am I really this lucky!? The rest of the ports are guiding us down to Dubai (our next embarkation day – and final cruise of the contract). I can say it's definitely felt like I've been here two weeks but I have a sneaky suspicion that the next few weeks will FLY by! (I'll be back in Kevin's arms tomorrow practically!)
Last night was my first overnight since being on board. Overnights among the crew are highly desirable since we never really get a night off if we leave port every day at 5 or 6pm. So needless to say, it was an epic night in Istanbul that started with an incredible Thai meal (yes... Thai in Turkey...) with 7 or so of us. Having been to Thailand, it's my favorite type of food, so I sat there salivating (as I am now) over the menu and narrowing down which 2 (or 3) things I wanted. As soon as the last plate was cleared from our table, the power of the restaurant went out so we finished digesting over candlelit drinks. Then the rowdy bunch of us went to an amazing dive bar right off Taxim Square (a major shopping/eating district). All night long this AWESOME jazz/rock/bluesy band with horns played Stevie Wonder, James Taylor, disco, etc etc etc... After a few rounds, some guys in our group thought it would be fun to practically throw Ellery (the other female singer on the ship – and a complete JOY to be around) and I onstage with these guys to get us to sing Proud Mary!! I've seen the video and I'm not sure I'll ever make it public, but it was such a COOL experience! Hahhaa... Then after a few kebabs at 5 in the morning, we made it back to the ship.... Ahhh.... Istanbul.
I've settled quite nicely back into my napping routine, and I've already converted myself back to being a night owl (I never fully convinced myself I was a morning person anyhow). I forgot how dark my room gets (really a cave... since I have no window BUT it's private), which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Bad thing is that you could literally sleep half the day away – Good thing is that you could literally sleep half the day away!! I've already had the pleasure (twice) of dining with passengers in the 6-star 'fancy-schmancy' restaurants, and I'm back to enjoying fine wine and extra dirty vodka martinis for free! And it just plum feels good to be back onstage again! More than once during the shows as I was milking that last note, I had an overwhelming feeling of pure joy and thankfulness. I'll never take for granted what I have.
Sorrento, Italy was my first time off the ship since joining. There's a pizza place that we always went to when I first started visiting Sorrento, so that was a must stop for the day. My oh my how amazing is their pizza, let me count the ways. It's always crowded with locals, making it a good indication of its caliber on the Italian scale. This place is located right across the street from a lemon and lime grove/garden. So we frolicked through there and had a free limoncello tasting (I always think I'm going to like it, but I never do...). Gelato was next on the list, of course (hello limone flavor!). And we enjoyed that while walking around and eventually settling into this cute cafe that overlooked the bay. All in all a perfect day, and a great reunion with a fabulous city. Santorini was the next fun day I had. We went on a 'Gyro-Crawl' hitting up a couple stands and washing them down with cold Efes beer. I did a little shopping here and there, and then took some pictures (as if I don't have enough pictures of Santorini from the countless times I've been there – but it's just soooo beautiful you can't help yourself!). Love love love Santorini – it's defintely my favorite Greek port...
Internet has been a frustrating slap back to reality, however. If we even get a connection, more often than not it's at an irritatingly slow speed. It's made for some tough communication between my love and I. But we make it work, and he couldn't be any more supportive and proud of me right now. Since we don't have internet at our cabin in Montana, he'll drive to McDonald's everyday before work to talk for a few minutes. A few times, he's been left there alone for 45 minutes before (correctly) assuming I'm having connection problems. When he's in NC he'll have free WiFi at any time, so hopefully the seas in this part of the world will cooperate better!
Have to share a cute Kevin story… We were in Kusadasi, Turkey for my birthday. Unless you're there to see Ephesus, which is amazing, or to shop for a rug or cheap knickknacks that you're generally overcharged for, the only real redeeming thing about Kusadasi is that the port terminal has a Starbucks with free internet! So of course, that's where I headed to get online for a few hours. Kevin and I Skyped (thank God for Skype and video chat). There in the McDonald's parking lot in his truck, he had brought a large muffin (the store was out of cupcakes apparently), stuck a candle in it, sang Happy Birthday to me, then told me to 'blow out the candle' while he discreetly did the deed. How adorable is he!?!? Oh my goodness... I know everyone's rolling their eyes, but these are the little things in life that support just how lucky I am! It made my day since I had been bumming a little that I wouldn't get to spend the day with him in person. I also finally got to call my mom after what felt like forever since I'd last spoken with her! We mostly talked wedding stuff, which I love. I've been collecting Bridal Magazines from some the countries I've visited so far – Italy and Turkey – with plans to hit the shops to look for more in Egypt, India, and South Africa.
Well, I must bid adieu for now. With as many sea days as there are coming up, I should get plenty of downtime to continue to write of my adventures. Egypt here I come!! WOO HOO!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The End of an Adventure, Beginning of Another
Writing my first blog since becoming ENGAGED! I won't bore you with all the details partly because it would take most of my time, and mostly because we've already bought a domain name (www.kevinandmk.com) to fill with ALL of our engagement/wedding information (updates coming soon...). All I'll really say about it, is that we are STOKED!! To be honest, we both knew it would happen soon. After everything fell into place with my engagement ring (family diamonds were involved), Kevin felt it was the right moment. AND he wanted to have me spoken for before I went on my cruise contract... Speaking of...
Ok... So, it's Wednesday. I'm supposed to be ON the ship on SATURDAY... IN ROME... The kicker? I don't have my flight info yet!!! Having called my entertainment company yesterday to see if there were any leads as to when I was leaving, we both came to the conclusion that more than likely I'd fly out Friday. When on Friday – I have no clue. Unfortunately, if it's really early in the morning, Kevin and I will have to drive to Bozeman (the nearest airport I'm flying out of, 2 hours away) tomorrow and get a hotel room to stay in. I love staying in hotels, but it being my last night in town, I'd rather stay in our quaint little cabin that we've grown to love so much. But 'gotta do what you gotta do.'
I haven't started packing yet. I've thrown a couple dresses into a stuff sack, but the majority of my things haven't been touched. Oy vey. I've been working full-time up until yesterday and I need to do laundry... And it just doesn't really feel like I'm going. Maybe once I have my flight schedule I'll be more motivated. I think, too, that a part of me hasn't started packing yet because I don't want to leave Kevin. We haven't spent more than 5 hours apart since he came up to New York City to get me (I know – you're rolling your eyes). We live together, work together, play together, eat together... everything. And I know, I know, I KNOW this time apart will do us good ('distance makes the heart grow fonder') and I KNOW in 3 weeks once I'm settled on the ship and into 'world traveler' mode I'll be fine. It's the whole 2 or so weeks leading up to me leaving that's the hardest. It's like there's a weight on my shoulders... An inevitability just looming around the corner. But I have to tell myself that it's JUST 8 weeks... As far as standard contracts go, this is a fraction of the time I'd normally be away. So every time a lump forms in my throat, I think of these things: 8 weeks, MONEY, the Pyramids, Indian food, and being on stage (not necessarily in the that order!).
As much as I've enjoyed my summer in West, I'm looking forward to indulging my travel bug (egypt, Egypt, EGYPT!!!!), and being in the spotlight once again. Once the contract is over, I fly home for the Holidays! I've already packed my winter schedule out. I haven't had near the time I'd like to devote to wedding planning (though we do have a date... September 24th, 2011), so that'll be on the top of my list as soon as I'm home. Also, I contacted an awesome (and involved) musical director friend of mine who gave me a heads up about a production of RENT that's coming to the Asheville Community Theatre in February. Auditions would be 2 days after I've landed in December, but I'll be fresh from a contract, and ready to be in one of my favorite shows! I plan on a trip to China the end of February (I'm having my wedding dress custom made for me by my dad's Chinese tailer), and then a tentative vacation to Belize with Kevin's family in March. April will then be spent on the road, as Kevin and I take a month to hit some of our favorite cities (new and old) to visit with friends and family on our way back to Montana for next summer. Whew. Excitement GALORE! I LOVE IT!
On the agenda for the rest of the day – laundry, the dreaded packing, dying hair (nothing extreme...), and a fun night out compliments of my boss. Since my birthday (the 18th) will be spent on the ship, Kevin decided that today is my 'fake' birthday (I haven't spent a birthday 'home' in 4 years). He baked me a cake last night that I'm not allowed to touch until dinner tonight, complete with sprinkles and candles! It was his first EVER cake, and I must say the boy did pretty good! We're also going shopping for my 'tacky t-shirt.' It's a new obsession I have that all started with a glow-in-the-dark tee I bought at a Wal-Mart in Alaska that has wolves on it (it's so awesome). My other presents included an assortment of music CDs Kevin has been laboring over AND a Moose Drool hoodie that I've had my eye on all summer! It's been a great 'fake' birthday so far!
Now I'm off to cook Kevin some lunch (Chickpea burgers with slaw and pringles... So gourmet. So yum.). I will try my very best to keep an up-to-date blog while cruising the seas so you can follow along in my adventures! Hope everyone is having a vibrant and fragrant Fall! And wish for peace in Europe!
Ok... So, it's Wednesday. I'm supposed to be ON the ship on SATURDAY... IN ROME... The kicker? I don't have my flight info yet!!! Having called my entertainment company yesterday to see if there were any leads as to when I was leaving, we both came to the conclusion that more than likely I'd fly out Friday. When on Friday – I have no clue. Unfortunately, if it's really early in the morning, Kevin and I will have to drive to Bozeman (the nearest airport I'm flying out of, 2 hours away) tomorrow and get a hotel room to stay in. I love staying in hotels, but it being my last night in town, I'd rather stay in our quaint little cabin that we've grown to love so much. But 'gotta do what you gotta do.'
I haven't started packing yet. I've thrown a couple dresses into a stuff sack, but the majority of my things haven't been touched. Oy vey. I've been working full-time up until yesterday and I need to do laundry... And it just doesn't really feel like I'm going. Maybe once I have my flight schedule I'll be more motivated. I think, too, that a part of me hasn't started packing yet because I don't want to leave Kevin. We haven't spent more than 5 hours apart since he came up to New York City to get me (I know – you're rolling your eyes). We live together, work together, play together, eat together... everything. And I know, I know, I KNOW this time apart will do us good ('distance makes the heart grow fonder') and I KNOW in 3 weeks once I'm settled on the ship and into 'world traveler' mode I'll be fine. It's the whole 2 or so weeks leading up to me leaving that's the hardest. It's like there's a weight on my shoulders... An inevitability just looming around the corner. But I have to tell myself that it's JUST 8 weeks... As far as standard contracts go, this is a fraction of the time I'd normally be away. So every time a lump forms in my throat, I think of these things: 8 weeks, MONEY, the Pyramids, Indian food, and being on stage (not necessarily in the that order!).
As much as I've enjoyed my summer in West, I'm looking forward to indulging my travel bug (egypt, Egypt, EGYPT!!!!), and being in the spotlight once again. Once the contract is over, I fly home for the Holidays! I've already packed my winter schedule out. I haven't had near the time I'd like to devote to wedding planning (though we do have a date... September 24th, 2011), so that'll be on the top of my list as soon as I'm home. Also, I contacted an awesome (and involved) musical director friend of mine who gave me a heads up about a production of RENT that's coming to the Asheville Community Theatre in February. Auditions would be 2 days after I've landed in December, but I'll be fresh from a contract, and ready to be in one of my favorite shows! I plan on a trip to China the end of February (I'm having my wedding dress custom made for me by my dad's Chinese tailer), and then a tentative vacation to Belize with Kevin's family in March. April will then be spent on the road, as Kevin and I take a month to hit some of our favorite cities (new and old) to visit with friends and family on our way back to Montana for next summer. Whew. Excitement GALORE! I LOVE IT!
On the agenda for the rest of the day – laundry, the dreaded packing, dying hair (nothing extreme...), and a fun night out compliments of my boss. Since my birthday (the 18th) will be spent on the ship, Kevin decided that today is my 'fake' birthday (I haven't spent a birthday 'home' in 4 years). He baked me a cake last night that I'm not allowed to touch until dinner tonight, complete with sprinkles and candles! It was his first EVER cake, and I must say the boy did pretty good! We're also going shopping for my 'tacky t-shirt.' It's a new obsession I have that all started with a glow-in-the-dark tee I bought at a Wal-Mart in Alaska that has wolves on it (it's so awesome). My other presents included an assortment of music CDs Kevin has been laboring over AND a Moose Drool hoodie that I've had my eye on all summer! It's been a great 'fake' birthday so far!
Now I'm off to cook Kevin some lunch (Chickpea burgers with slaw and pringles... So gourmet. So yum.). I will try my very best to keep an up-to-date blog while cruising the seas so you can follow along in my adventures! Hope everyone is having a vibrant and fragrant Fall! And wish for peace in Europe!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Summer So Far
Amongst the mountains, rivers, wildlife and people, Kevin and I find ourselves in the midst of a bustling summer life. It's been truly wonderful. It hasn't rained in 4 weeks, so every morning we wake up to the not so distant Rocky Mountains set against a bright blue sky. With hardly any humidity, a light breeze floating through the air, and the amazing background of the Park, we feel like we're in Paradise. Then, every night, around 7pm or so, 4 large coaches come charging through town to let out 1/10th of the Asian population and we're smacked back down to reality.
Tourists. We surely appreciate their business, but boy do they make 'living the easy life' hard. Kevin has had to learn to be patient with their apparent lack of common sense. We assume they forget to pack that sort of thing. I have a more open-minded approach. I realize that they're here to enjoy themselves. They've worked hard for their vacation, and they expect to see and do certain things when visiting Yellowstone. I get that. And Kevin, to his credit, is getting that as well. I understand his frustrations, however, and can admit to 'going off' on a certain woman. We were driving in the park on a day off, enjoying the weather and our new set of binoculars. Cars began to go slower and slower until eventually we had come to a complete standstill. Never an uncommon thing (locals call them 'Buffalo Jams' or 'Moose Jams' etc..), Kevin got increasingly annoyed by the situation and I got increasingly annoyed by his annoyance. After 10 minutes and countless folks walking past our car on foot, I decided to see what the fuss was about since we were at least 100 cars or so behind around the bend. Before I even got to the scene of the crime, word of mouth had traveled that there were 2 baby coyotes 200 or so yards off the road. Of course, once I got to the front of the line, they were but mere dots in the field, undistinguishable by even my fancy new binoculars. What WAS apparent - the car that was causing the enormous traffic jam: A red van, parked ON THE ROAD, all four doors open, all passengers gazing out at the field on the bank. I calmly approached one of the guilty, a seemingly nice old lady, and politely told her that "it was actually illegal to park on a federal road, so if [they] could please keep driving or pull off." WELL... That B!^$% looked at me with every foul bone in her body and smartly said, "Um... Aaaand you are!?" Wooooo... There went all my patience for people enjoying the park. I yelled at the woman that I was from the state of Montana where I know it's ILLEGAL to park on any road maintained within park boundaries and that if she didn't move her vehicle RIGHT THEN I would report her license plate number to the nearest park official I came across. She continued to foul mouth me back saying I was being ridiculous, and as I walked away (still yelling), people inside their cars who had heard the whole argument began to clap their support for me. Sooo... I got back into the truck, relayed the story to Kev, who was ever so proud, and within seconds traffic began to go forward again.
Fortunately, we haven't had a run-in since then. At least, not one bad enough to rile us up too much. Either we're becoming more adept at accepting asinine people, or more adept at avoiding them. Anyway... I digress... :)
We've really found a niche here, and have already made plans to return for another summer. Kevin's ultimate goals of becoming a fly fishing guide mean at least one more grunt year as a shop boy before any promotion. I have learned that full-time retail is not my thing. Although highly proficient at it ("Why, yes, let me show you which fly to throw on the Madison..."), previous employment as a cruise ship singer has spoiled me. In that life, working 3 hours was a lot. And the pay isn't even comparable. So, while the summer season is in the early stages of wrapping up, I plan to contact the local radio station for possible voiceover work (which has been a side job of mine for quite sometime now... In fact, those in the Florida network of grocer Piggly Wiggly have heard my 'weekly specials' a few weeks at a time). There ARE two local theatres in town. However, one is heavily Mormon influenced, and the other dress in red cowboy shirts, jeans, boots, and hats prance around town every night at 6:30 singing "Home on the Range." I wouldn't want to be a diva by saying there's no way in Hell I'd do that. So, hopefully with a lighter schedule next year, I'll be able to express my art by writing more music and performing the local venues here. To be honest, Kevin makes me happier than anyone or anything I've ever done, so any silly thing to pay our modest bills will suffice.
On that note, I am excited to say I have a short 2 month contract on the ships this fall. I will be replacing the soprano that actually replaced ME back in January (she's been on for a LONG time!). I'll be heading out October 9th flying to Rome (one of my favorite European cities - or cities in general!). For the first month, I'll see welcomed familiar sites in the Mediterranean (Greek food and Turkish hookahs here I come), but then head to the unfamiliar with a trip through the Suez Canal to Egypt, India, and the Seychelles finally flying back December 2nd out of Cape Town, South Africa. I am certainly looking forward to my spoiled lifestyle AND the traveling. I have been blessed with the bug, and I'm just itching to get around the world some more. Kevin plans to finish the month of October here, then move us back to NC so he can start at REI in Asheville again. We originally planned to go to Colorado for the winter, but for multiple reasons decided it best to head towards home for the Holidays. I couldn't be happier being closer to family for Christmas and it'll give Kevin and I a chance to visit with everyone we love.
So as we enjoy the rest of our blissful summer, I hope those reading are finding joy in their summers as well!
p.s. I love how many of my friends have started blogs! As if Facebook stalking weren't enough, now I get the inside scoop! Keep it up my blogging buds!
Tourists. We surely appreciate their business, but boy do they make 'living the easy life' hard. Kevin has had to learn to be patient with their apparent lack of common sense. We assume they forget to pack that sort of thing. I have a more open-minded approach. I realize that they're here to enjoy themselves. They've worked hard for their vacation, and they expect to see and do certain things when visiting Yellowstone. I get that. And Kevin, to his credit, is getting that as well. I understand his frustrations, however, and can admit to 'going off' on a certain woman. We were driving in the park on a day off, enjoying the weather and our new set of binoculars. Cars began to go slower and slower until eventually we had come to a complete standstill. Never an uncommon thing (locals call them 'Buffalo Jams' or 'Moose Jams' etc..), Kevin got increasingly annoyed by the situation and I got increasingly annoyed by his annoyance. After 10 minutes and countless folks walking past our car on foot, I decided to see what the fuss was about since we were at least 100 cars or so behind around the bend. Before I even got to the scene of the crime, word of mouth had traveled that there were 2 baby coyotes 200 or so yards off the road. Of course, once I got to the front of the line, they were but mere dots in the field, undistinguishable by even my fancy new binoculars. What WAS apparent - the car that was causing the enormous traffic jam: A red van, parked ON THE ROAD, all four doors open, all passengers gazing out at the field on the bank. I calmly approached one of the guilty, a seemingly nice old lady, and politely told her that "it was actually illegal to park on a federal road, so if [they] could please keep driving or pull off." WELL... That B!^$% looked at me with every foul bone in her body and smartly said, "Um... Aaaand you are!?" Wooooo... There went all my patience for people enjoying the park. I yelled at the woman that I was from the state of Montana where I know it's ILLEGAL to park on any road maintained within park boundaries and that if she didn't move her vehicle RIGHT THEN I would report her license plate number to the nearest park official I came across. She continued to foul mouth me back saying I was being ridiculous, and as I walked away (still yelling), people inside their cars who had heard the whole argument began to clap their support for me. Sooo... I got back into the truck, relayed the story to Kev, who was ever so proud, and within seconds traffic began to go forward again.
Fortunately, we haven't had a run-in since then. At least, not one bad enough to rile us up too much. Either we're becoming more adept at accepting asinine people, or more adept at avoiding them. Anyway... I digress... :)
We've really found a niche here, and have already made plans to return for another summer. Kevin's ultimate goals of becoming a fly fishing guide mean at least one more grunt year as a shop boy before any promotion. I have learned that full-time retail is not my thing. Although highly proficient at it ("Why, yes, let me show you which fly to throw on the Madison..."), previous employment as a cruise ship singer has spoiled me. In that life, working 3 hours was a lot. And the pay isn't even comparable. So, while the summer season is in the early stages of wrapping up, I plan to contact the local radio station for possible voiceover work (which has been a side job of mine for quite sometime now... In fact, those in the Florida network of grocer Piggly Wiggly have heard my 'weekly specials' a few weeks at a time). There ARE two local theatres in town. However, one is heavily Mormon influenced, and the other dress in red cowboy shirts, jeans, boots, and hats prance around town every night at 6:30 singing "Home on the Range." I wouldn't want to be a diva by saying there's no way in Hell I'd do that. So, hopefully with a lighter schedule next year, I'll be able to express my art by writing more music and performing the local venues here. To be honest, Kevin makes me happier than anyone or anything I've ever done, so any silly thing to pay our modest bills will suffice.
On that note, I am excited to say I have a short 2 month contract on the ships this fall. I will be replacing the soprano that actually replaced ME back in January (she's been on for a LONG time!). I'll be heading out October 9th flying to Rome (one of my favorite European cities - or cities in general!). For the first month, I'll see welcomed familiar sites in the Mediterranean (Greek food and Turkish hookahs here I come), but then head to the unfamiliar with a trip through the Suez Canal to Egypt, India, and the Seychelles finally flying back December 2nd out of Cape Town, South Africa. I am certainly looking forward to my spoiled lifestyle AND the traveling. I have been blessed with the bug, and I'm just itching to get around the world some more. Kevin plans to finish the month of October here, then move us back to NC so he can start at REI in Asheville again. We originally planned to go to Colorado for the winter, but for multiple reasons decided it best to head towards home for the Holidays. I couldn't be happier being closer to family for Christmas and it'll give Kevin and I a chance to visit with everyone we love.
So as we enjoy the rest of our blissful summer, I hope those reading are finding joy in their summers as well!
p.s. I love how many of my friends have started blogs! As if Facebook stalking weren't enough, now I get the inside scoop! Keep it up my blogging buds!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
A Sort of Rant. Sorta.
I never realized that when you work a conventional 9-5 job, you're busy... all the time... I've been meaning to update my blog for weeks now, but I've hardly had the time or energy to devote to writing it. Our precious days off are spent playing all over the park, or doing mindless chores that didn't get taken care of the previous week. Of course (let's be honest) time management plays a big factor concerning my weekly schedule. So I'm hoping, since we've now struck our daily work routine, I'll be able to get more things done. Indeed, it seems I work better in completing projects the busier I am. On the other hand, give me 5 months to be unemployed and I will hardly have had anything to show for all that time off – besides some weight gain due to inactivity!
Work, for the most part, is a joy. Kevin and I work for Bud Lilly's Fly and Trout Shop. On a totally unbiased front, we work for the most popular and well known fly store in Montana, if not nationally, if not the world. We have people come in and just stand in the doorway taking everything in before snapping some pictures, and then buying a souvenier tee shirt or ballcap. It's pretty cool being part of a location that's been around for years, having been started by a forefather of the sport of fly fishing – Mr. Bud Lilly himself (no, we haven't met him yet – he sold the store almost 25 years ago and only every so often steps in). However, being a woman in a completely male-dominated world has its disadvantages (besides the co-owner of the store, I'm the only woman, and by far the youngest of the group). For one, I'm the only one with the desire to keep the place well organized, cleaned, and straightened. That includes doing restock every morning, refolding clothes, zipping up jackets, cleaning the bathroom, washing windows, retagging items, dusting shevles, etc, etc, etc. Being OCD, I enjoy every aspect of it, but it can be frustrating when the rest of the shop boys stand around the counter shooting the shit trading fish stories with all the customers while I'm working away.
Then there's the fact that I'll never be taken seriously as a valid source of fishing information. For example, a man came into the store the other night. Kevin and I were the only ones working at the time, and he was already preoccupied with another customer. I asked the man if he had any questions, and he politely smiled and said no. As I continued to watch him, the man started to move closer and closer to Kevin and his customer. The second Kevin finished his sale, the waiting man asked HIM where the best fishing waters were. I had to shake my head and laugh at the fact that that man thought I knew nothing. Granted, I'm still new to the whole fly fishing world, but I'm a quick learner, hard worker, and a damn good listener. I could have told the man verbatim what Kevin spouted out as good fishing in the area. Barbara (the aforementioned female boss) assured me it wouldn't be the last time, and already I can say she was right. I get men on the phone all the time asking if there's 'someone else there' that could answer some fishing questions for them. I'm surprised myself that I know so much information about something I never even knew was a big thing 6 months ago. But it's always fun and challenging getting into new things and trying to be the best at it. I've already caught a huge 21"/5 lbs. rainbow trout that was the envy of Kevin, and is turning out to be the bane of his existence. He hasn't gotten that lucky yet and the other shop boys make sure he knows he's being out-fished by his novice girlfriend! hehe....
My last sore spot, shall we say, at the store is a coworker named Bob. Now, Bob is 84-years old. I have to keep telling myself this in order to get beyond frustrated. Bob has been working at Bud Lilly's for over 20 years. He's a stubborn old man, completely set in his ways. He has the same schedule every day; coffee and a hashbrown at McDonald's, work at the store for a couple hours, coffee at Ernie's (our delicious local deli), work for a few more hours, lunch of a grilled chicken salad and coffee at Arby's (for $4.56 because he gets the senior discount) with sometimes a splurge of an apple turnover, work for just a few more hours, home for a nap, dinner that his wife cooks (who never leaves the house and hasn't been into the Park since the fire.... of 1988), nap, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, bedtime, etc ad naseum. Bob has taken to picking on me. Our boss' keep using the excuse that he doesn't know better nor realize he's using a condescending tone with me. I would love to believe them, other than the fact that he always choses to pick on me when no one else is around. I've been yelled at for practicing my knots (for fishing lines - a task that I was assigned to do by my boss), for interrupting one of his sales (he was trying to convince a 23-year old guy that he needed a pair of $219 binoculars when I politely offered to show the guy a far less expensive brand), and the kicker - for selling Bear Spray wrong. I was using the manufacturer's spill on how to correctly use the spray once a bear was in sight. Well, apparently, according to Bob, that's not the right way to use it. I had had it by this point, so I yelled at the old man saying that neither of us had experience during the real thing, and the only valid information I felt correctly disclosing was the trial and tested directions given by the inventors of the product. He's an old salesman of the '50's who still has that exact mentality. He hounds customers as soon as they come into the store, stalking them, and standing over their shoulders - he's THAT guy. Our boss' deal with him because he's been around for so long, but since Bob isn't very familiar with computers he costs the shop a lot of money every season. The other day he forgot to ring up a few things, totaling $50 or so. Apparently, it happens all the time. Anyway... I'm a completely competent, organized, and hard working individual. For Bob to talk down to me in so many instances, frustrates me to no end. Especially since he NEVER picks on Kevin or anyone else at the shop for that matter. He was raised in a time when women weren't all that important to society - I get that. But that doesn't excuse his tone towards me. So every morning, I breathe a deep breath and enter the store, smile and say good morning to the old dude, and try to keep myself as busy as possible to avoid having any confrontations. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a great time at the shop, feeling like one of the guys, and getting into this new world. I just wish our days off weren't the EXACT same as old Bob... ho hum...
Our days off are in the middle of the week - Wednesday and Thursday. At first, I was bummed that we'd be giving up our true weekends to work. But now, having had a few 'mid weekends' off, I like the fact that we'll spend our two days with less traffic, tourists, and crowds. Every chance we get, we're in the park ready to see and experience something new.
Every kid that enters the Yellowstone gates gets a 'Ranger Check List' or something, that has a list of all the animals you're liable seeing. I want one. I'd be able to vouch for almost every being on there; black and brown bear, elk, wolves, coyotes, bald eagle, female moose, buffalo, GRIZZLY... The one animal we've yet to come across - a male moose. That's about it. Grizzly bear was checked off just a few days ago when Kevin and I took a sight seeing day of the park. We were in the northwest corner near Lamar Valley when we hit a huge line of traffic. According to some passerbys, there was a large grizzly walking on the road a half mile up. Surely enough, once enough cars as slowly passed by, we were 4 feet from a full grown grizzly bear. It was on Kevin's side, so as he drove and prayed, I snapped pictures through the open window. It was exhilarating. The only downside to the whole experience, was the fact that there were people outside their cars, walking along, taking pictures. People are idiots - but more on that later...
Just thought I'd give a little update since I felt like I haven't kept the greatest contact with most of those who read this! You have no idea how much you use internet until you don't have it... :(
Sending all my love from out West!
Work, for the most part, is a joy. Kevin and I work for Bud Lilly's Fly and Trout Shop. On a totally unbiased front, we work for the most popular and well known fly store in Montana, if not nationally, if not the world. We have people come in and just stand in the doorway taking everything in before snapping some pictures, and then buying a souvenier tee shirt or ballcap. It's pretty cool being part of a location that's been around for years, having been started by a forefather of the sport of fly fishing – Mr. Bud Lilly himself (no, we haven't met him yet – he sold the store almost 25 years ago and only every so often steps in). However, being a woman in a completely male-dominated world has its disadvantages (besides the co-owner of the store, I'm the only woman, and by far the youngest of the group). For one, I'm the only one with the desire to keep the place well organized, cleaned, and straightened. That includes doing restock every morning, refolding clothes, zipping up jackets, cleaning the bathroom, washing windows, retagging items, dusting shevles, etc, etc, etc. Being OCD, I enjoy every aspect of it, but it can be frustrating when the rest of the shop boys stand around the counter shooting the shit trading fish stories with all the customers while I'm working away.
Then there's the fact that I'll never be taken seriously as a valid source of fishing information. For example, a man came into the store the other night. Kevin and I were the only ones working at the time, and he was already preoccupied with another customer. I asked the man if he had any questions, and he politely smiled and said no. As I continued to watch him, the man started to move closer and closer to Kevin and his customer. The second Kevin finished his sale, the waiting man asked HIM where the best fishing waters were. I had to shake my head and laugh at the fact that that man thought I knew nothing. Granted, I'm still new to the whole fly fishing world, but I'm a quick learner, hard worker, and a damn good listener. I could have told the man verbatim what Kevin spouted out as good fishing in the area. Barbara (the aforementioned female boss) assured me it wouldn't be the last time, and already I can say she was right. I get men on the phone all the time asking if there's 'someone else there' that could answer some fishing questions for them. I'm surprised myself that I know so much information about something I never even knew was a big thing 6 months ago. But it's always fun and challenging getting into new things and trying to be the best at it. I've already caught a huge 21"/5 lbs. rainbow trout that was the envy of Kevin, and is turning out to be the bane of his existence. He hasn't gotten that lucky yet and the other shop boys make sure he knows he's being out-fished by his novice girlfriend! hehe....
My last sore spot, shall we say, at the store is a coworker named Bob. Now, Bob is 84-years old. I have to keep telling myself this in order to get beyond frustrated. Bob has been working at Bud Lilly's for over 20 years. He's a stubborn old man, completely set in his ways. He has the same schedule every day; coffee and a hashbrown at McDonald's, work at the store for a couple hours, coffee at Ernie's (our delicious local deli), work for a few more hours, lunch of a grilled chicken salad and coffee at Arby's (for $4.56 because he gets the senior discount) with sometimes a splurge of an apple turnover, work for just a few more hours, home for a nap, dinner that his wife cooks (who never leaves the house and hasn't been into the Park since the fire.... of 1988), nap, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, bedtime, etc ad naseum. Bob has taken to picking on me. Our boss' keep using the excuse that he doesn't know better nor realize he's using a condescending tone with me. I would love to believe them, other than the fact that he always choses to pick on me when no one else is around. I've been yelled at for practicing my knots (for fishing lines - a task that I was assigned to do by my boss), for interrupting one of his sales (he was trying to convince a 23-year old guy that he needed a pair of $219 binoculars when I politely offered to show the guy a far less expensive brand), and the kicker - for selling Bear Spray wrong. I was using the manufacturer's spill on how to correctly use the spray once a bear was in sight. Well, apparently, according to Bob, that's not the right way to use it. I had had it by this point, so I yelled at the old man saying that neither of us had experience during the real thing, and the only valid information I felt correctly disclosing was the trial and tested directions given by the inventors of the product. He's an old salesman of the '50's who still has that exact mentality. He hounds customers as soon as they come into the store, stalking them, and standing over their shoulders - he's THAT guy. Our boss' deal with him because he's been around for so long, but since Bob isn't very familiar with computers he costs the shop a lot of money every season. The other day he forgot to ring up a few things, totaling $50 or so. Apparently, it happens all the time. Anyway... I'm a completely competent, organized, and hard working individual. For Bob to talk down to me in so many instances, frustrates me to no end. Especially since he NEVER picks on Kevin or anyone else at the shop for that matter. He was raised in a time when women weren't all that important to society - I get that. But that doesn't excuse his tone towards me. So every morning, I breathe a deep breath and enter the store, smile and say good morning to the old dude, and try to keep myself as busy as possible to avoid having any confrontations. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a great time at the shop, feeling like one of the guys, and getting into this new world. I just wish our days off weren't the EXACT same as old Bob... ho hum...
Our days off are in the middle of the week - Wednesday and Thursday. At first, I was bummed that we'd be giving up our true weekends to work. But now, having had a few 'mid weekends' off, I like the fact that we'll spend our two days with less traffic, tourists, and crowds. Every chance we get, we're in the park ready to see and experience something new.
Every kid that enters the Yellowstone gates gets a 'Ranger Check List' or something, that has a list of all the animals you're liable seeing. I want one. I'd be able to vouch for almost every being on there; black and brown bear, elk, wolves, coyotes, bald eagle, female moose, buffalo, GRIZZLY... The one animal we've yet to come across - a male moose. That's about it. Grizzly bear was checked off just a few days ago when Kevin and I took a sight seeing day of the park. We were in the northwest corner near Lamar Valley when we hit a huge line of traffic. According to some passerbys, there was a large grizzly walking on the road a half mile up. Surely enough, once enough cars as slowly passed by, we were 4 feet from a full grown grizzly bear. It was on Kevin's side, so as he drove and prayed, I snapped pictures through the open window. It was exhilarating. The only downside to the whole experience, was the fact that there were people outside their cars, walking along, taking pictures. People are idiots - but more on that later...
Just thought I'd give a little update since I felt like I haven't kept the greatest contact with most of those who read this! You have no idea how much you use internet until you don't have it... :(
Sending all my love from out West!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
W. Yellowstone
West Yellowstone
State: Montana
County: Gallatin
Population: 1200
Elevation: 6,663 feet
Time Zone: Mountain (MST)
Zip/Area code: 59758/408
Summer high/low: 78°F/41°F
Winter high/low: 24°F/1°F
Fun facts we've discovered so far:
Can snow at any moment, any time (including middle of summer).
Largest gateway to the park, catering to thousands upon thousands of visitors during the high season summer months every year.
There's 2 averagely small grocery stores as compared to 7 fly shops.
Because of the limited (but sufficient) selection of food items, all locals make lists for their big trip into the city of Bozeman (where gas is $0.30 cheaper per gallon) about once or twice a month.
The McDonald's here (one of 5 chains: Dairy Queen, KFC, Arbys, and Subway), is the nation's most expensive, serving value meals that are $2-$3 more expensive than most others. And also, we are told it's the highest paying service job at $12.50/hour... A wage that would fair very well out here! ALSO we discovered their free wifi that works perfectly from the truck in the parking lot... Thank you Mr. McDonald!
Everyone in town limits has a post office box – no mailboxes.
Most restaurants/shops close during the winter months.
Kevin and I are the youngest people working at Bud Lily's.
Bud Lily's is a legendary shop among fly fishermen, whose namesake was one of the forefathers of the sport. We already have seen tourists taking pictures of our sign, and buying the namesake t-shirts.
The water coming from our kitchen faucet is the cleanest, freshest tasting water I have ever had the pleasure of drinking.
Buffalo are more abundant than any other animal out here, and there are HOT PINK road signs to warn drivers.
There is a world class/world-renowned cross-country ski trail system in walking distance from downtown (olympic athletes train here).
Loads of famous people come through here on their way to camping, fishing, or any other outdoor activity. , the Tennessee Titans coach and family, Yvonne Choinard (spelling? The founder of Patagonia),
The Dairy Queen, which opened 2 days ago and is located right across the street from our store, apparently has the best business in town! Already we've seen crowds of people that have virtually come from nowhere lining the block to get their dipped cones.
More people (read: tourists) die from buffalo-related accidents than bear attacks every year.
A couple years ago, a tourist dad put his small boy on top of a buffalo in order to get a 'kodak' moment... The bull took off with the kid toppling over the backside, hitting the pavement, but fortunately surviving: these are the stories the locals get amused over!
The trash cans that are on every block are animal proof: which means their tourist proof as well, since they have a hard time determining how to open them. Before the town decided to put TRASH on the outside of the green metal structures, people thought they were mailboxes, and unknowingly trashed their souvenir postcards and letters.
The state of Montana does not have a sales tax (woo hoo!), but the town of West Yellowstone does, labeled a 'Resort Tax.' Even still, it's only 3% and we can get the local discount that pretty much covers it.
I'm sure there'll be many more fun facts to come. The town may be small, but there's lot's to learn of this little place – its history, importance, local businesses, and local legends.
We're both acclimating well, having settled into a work routine and having set up our cute little cabin. Since the season hasn't officially started (Memorial Day weekend being the beginning), we're still getting to enjoy the town without the hassle of (too many) visitors. As the weather improves (the past few days having been GLORIOUS), more of the towns people are out and about walking the sidewalks and enjoying the cool mountain air and crisp sunshine. But we're looking forward to seeing the town bustling with more people.
Kevin bought his Montana fishing license the other day for the season and since, he's been out every day on the waters. It's quite adorable really. Having an extra set of everything fly fishing (including waders, boots, rods, fleece pants, etc), I've been following along and learning. The first time I got in the freezing waters of the Madison, wading around and NOT getting wet, I was quite exhilarated and excited about the prospect of what we'll be doing this summer. Set against an absolutely breath-taking background, I look forward to relaxing, drinking a beer, and being in the river. I can say, I never thought I'd be in this lifestyle, but you never know how much you might enjoy something until you try! Kevin is an excellent and patient teacher, whom I'm pretty sure secretly relishes in the fact that he gets to school me on all things fish: oh Obi wan!
We also made a trip into Yellowstone last week, visiting Old Faithful and the Canyon. I was in awe of the landscape my own country has to offer, and thankful that I get to explore more of the area over the next few months! I'm an avid picture taker, even capturing a charging buffalo. He was going after a lady that was literally 3 feet away from him, out of her car, taking pictures herself (we were in the car, driving past). Luckily for the lady the bull relinquished, but succeeded in scaring not only her, but both of us as well! It's sad and stupid how some people can't wrap their brains around the wildness and danger of roaming (very large) animals. Our day trip was excellent though, and a great precursor to more adventures to come in the park!
That's life so far! More to come of our adventures, tourist watching, work stories, and else, etc, etc, etc...
State: Montana
County: Gallatin
Population: 1200
Elevation: 6,663 feet
Time Zone: Mountain (MST)
Zip/Area code: 59758/408
Summer high/low: 78°F/41°F
Winter high/low: 24°F/1°F
Fun facts we've discovered so far:
Can snow at any moment, any time (including middle of summer).
Largest gateway to the park, catering to thousands upon thousands of visitors during the high season summer months every year.
There's 2 averagely small grocery stores as compared to 7 fly shops.
Because of the limited (but sufficient) selection of food items, all locals make lists for their big trip into the city of Bozeman (where gas is $0.30 cheaper per gallon) about once or twice a month.
The McDonald's here (one of 5 chains: Dairy Queen, KFC, Arbys, and Subway), is the nation's most expensive, serving value meals that are $2-$3 more expensive than most others. And also, we are told it's the highest paying service job at $12.50/hour... A wage that would fair very well out here! ALSO we discovered their free wifi that works perfectly from the truck in the parking lot... Thank you Mr. McDonald!
Everyone in town limits has a post office box – no mailboxes.
Most restaurants/shops close during the winter months.
Kevin and I are the youngest people working at Bud Lily's.
Bud Lily's is a legendary shop among fly fishermen, whose namesake was one of the forefathers of the sport. We already have seen tourists taking pictures of our sign, and buying the namesake t-shirts.
The water coming from our kitchen faucet is the cleanest, freshest tasting water I have ever had the pleasure of drinking.
Buffalo are more abundant than any other animal out here, and there are HOT PINK road signs to warn drivers.
There is a world class/world-renowned cross-country ski trail system in walking distance from downtown (olympic athletes train here).
Loads of famous people come through here on their way to camping, fishing, or any other outdoor activity. , the Tennessee Titans coach and family, Yvonne Choinard (spelling? The founder of Patagonia),
The Dairy Queen, which opened 2 days ago and is located right across the street from our store, apparently has the best business in town! Already we've seen crowds of people that have virtually come from nowhere lining the block to get their dipped cones.
More people (read: tourists) die from buffalo-related accidents than bear attacks every year.
A couple years ago, a tourist dad put his small boy on top of a buffalo in order to get a 'kodak' moment... The bull took off with the kid toppling over the backside, hitting the pavement, but fortunately surviving: these are the stories the locals get amused over!
The trash cans that are on every block are animal proof: which means their tourist proof as well, since they have a hard time determining how to open them. Before the town decided to put TRASH on the outside of the green metal structures, people thought they were mailboxes, and unknowingly trashed their souvenir postcards and letters.
The state of Montana does not have a sales tax (woo hoo!), but the town of West Yellowstone does, labeled a 'Resort Tax.' Even still, it's only 3% and we can get the local discount that pretty much covers it.
I'm sure there'll be many more fun facts to come. The town may be small, but there's lot's to learn of this little place – its history, importance, local businesses, and local legends.
We're both acclimating well, having settled into a work routine and having set up our cute little cabin. Since the season hasn't officially started (Memorial Day weekend being the beginning), we're still getting to enjoy the town without the hassle of (too many) visitors. As the weather improves (the past few days having been GLORIOUS), more of the towns people are out and about walking the sidewalks and enjoying the cool mountain air and crisp sunshine. But we're looking forward to seeing the town bustling with more people.
Kevin bought his Montana fishing license the other day for the season and since, he's been out every day on the waters. It's quite adorable really. Having an extra set of everything fly fishing (including waders, boots, rods, fleece pants, etc), I've been following along and learning. The first time I got in the freezing waters of the Madison, wading around and NOT getting wet, I was quite exhilarated and excited about the prospect of what we'll be doing this summer. Set against an absolutely breath-taking background, I look forward to relaxing, drinking a beer, and being in the river. I can say, I never thought I'd be in this lifestyle, but you never know how much you might enjoy something until you try! Kevin is an excellent and patient teacher, whom I'm pretty sure secretly relishes in the fact that he gets to school me on all things fish: oh Obi wan!
We also made a trip into Yellowstone last week, visiting Old Faithful and the Canyon. I was in awe of the landscape my own country has to offer, and thankful that I get to explore more of the area over the next few months! I'm an avid picture taker, even capturing a charging buffalo. He was going after a lady that was literally 3 feet away from him, out of her car, taking pictures herself (we were in the car, driving past). Luckily for the lady the bull relinquished, but succeeded in scaring not only her, but both of us as well! It's sad and stupid how some people can't wrap their brains around the wildness and danger of roaming (very large) animals. Our day trip was excellent though, and a great precursor to more adventures to come in the park!
That's life so far! More to come of our adventures, tourist watching, work stories, and else, etc, etc, etc...
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