bodleing2: Ok, in the meantime, here's a pic of the crazy Kampala bus station. The bus I was about to catch was right in the middle and somehow, to my disbelief, the driver managed to get out...
lindsyjones: Wow Bod, what a very interesting, unique place.
I love that we steered this to a picture thread. I'm almost finished with my search. I lost two phones with 5 thousands of pictures Bod and it pretty much covered all my photos for five years. Didn't have any back ups.
The Dutch guesthouse owner in Jinja close to the source of the Nile. He had beaten the local Mayor to using the name 'Source of the Smile' much to the Mayor's annoyance as he intended to use it for his guesthouse.
bodleing2: The Dutch guesthouse owner in Jinja close to the source of the Nile. He had beaten the local Mayor to using the name 'Source of the Smile' much to the Mayor's annoyance as he intended to use it for his guesthouse.
Looks like a very good one for attracting attention Bod.
"Fancy meeting up in Panama City sometime?" asked my friend Gary. That was back in 2001 in Connecticut and it was over ten years later before we finally made it. Gary and his partner, Sarah had flown from Missouri to spend a month in Panama, something they do most years and I was going to join them for a couple of weeks for a quick tour of the country. He had a rented car and the idea was to spend as much time off the beaten track as possible. It was a great reunion at the airport as well as good to meet Sarah for the first time and before I knew it we were off on our little adventure. We had to drive through Panama City shortly after leaving the airport and I was amazed at the impressive skyline, I didn't expect it to be so modern, almost futuristic looking. Soon we were through the city and free of the insane traffic, plans were afoot to build a bypass across the bay, I think that is now complete. over the next day or two, we traveled around the Pacific side of the country and finally found a remote beach with small beach huts that could be rented by the day. This was heaven, right on the beach next to the ocean and almost deserted. To say the huts were a bit spartan would be an understatement, just a bed, not even a chair, or furniture of any description, but still heaven. we stayed there for five wonderful days before setting off for the Caribbean Sea on the other side of the country. Panama is a country of two contrasting sides. The Pacific side is very hot and dry, with little humidity. Separated by a range of mountains known as 'the divide' the Caribbean side is very warm and sticky with high humidity and usually quite cloudy. We headed up into the mountains and stopped overnight at Boquete, a mountain town that attracts a lot of visitors. The crisp mountain air was quite a relief after the hot dry plains of the Pacific side and I really would have liked to have stayed for longer. The next day we headed up to the top of the Divide before descending down through the low cloud and mist to the Caribbean. We headed for Almirante so we could catch a ferry to the popular Island of Bocas del Toras where we would spend a few days swimming and snorkeling in the Caribbean sea. Leaving the car at Almirante we boarded a ferry for the delightful trip to Bocas. We arrived just before sundown and ambled around the lively town to find a guest house for the night.. It was a total contrast to where we had stayed on the Pacific coast in so many ways, but just as wonderful. Sadly, we could only spend a couple of days there before we had to head back, across the Divide, down into David then after a couple of days touring around small remote villages it was back to Panama City for a night before heading back to the airport to say my goodbyes to Gary and Sarah.
"Fancy meeting up in Panama City sometime?" asked my friend Gary. That was back in 2001 in Connecticut and it was over ten years later before we finally made it. Gary and his partner, Sarah had flown from Missouri to spend a month in Panama, something they do most years and I was going to join them for a couple of weeks for a quick tour of the country. He had a rented car and the idea was to spend as much time off the beaten track as possible. It was a great reunion at the airport as well as good to meet Sarah for the first time and before I knew it we were off on our little adventure. We had to drive through Panama City shortly after leaving the airport and I was amazed at the impressive skyline, I didn't expect it to be so modern, almost futuristic looking. Soon we were through the city and free of the insane traffic, plans were afoot to build a bypass across the bay, I think that is now complete. over the next day or two, we traveled around the Pacific side of the country and finally found a remote beach with small beach huts that could be rented by the day. This was heaven, right on the beach next to the ocean and almost deserted. To say the huts were a bit spartan would be an understatement, just a bed, not even a chair, or furniture of any description, but still heaven. we stayed there for five wonderful days before setting off for the Caribbean Sea on the other side of the country. Panama is a country of two contrasting sides. The Pacific side is very hot and dry, with little humidity. Separated by a range of mountains known as 'the divide' the Caribbean side is very warm and sticky with high humidity and usually quite cloudy. We headed up into the mountains and stopped overnight at Boquete, a mountain town that attracts a lot of visitors. The crisp mountain air was quite a relief after the hot dry plains of the Pacific side and I really would have liked to have stayed for longer. The next day we headed up to the top of the Divide before descending down through the low cloud and mist to the Caribbean. We headed for Almirante so we could catch a ferry to the popular Island of Bocas del Toras where we would spend a few days swimming and snorkeling in the Caribbean sea. Leaving the car at Almirante we boarded a ferry for the delightful trip to Bocas. We arrived just before sundown and ambled around the lively town to find a guest house for the night.. It was a total contrast to where we had stayed on the Pacific coast in so many ways, but just as wonderful. Sadly, we could only spend a couple of days there before we had to head back, across the Divide, down into David then after a couple of days touring around small remote villages it was back to Panama City for a night before heading back to the airport to say my goodbyes to Gary and Sarah.
It really was a good trip.
Panama City
Inside the beach hut
My home for five days by the Pacific Ocean
Aproaching Bocas, the Caribbean.
Panama City from The Old Town
Bid. You should write a book on your travels. It's very very interesting.
You sure did travel a lot Rob. Been on some of your destinations like Cairns Queensland and some Asian countries you were into. What's your most memorable one?
The photos of the cows in the snow was taking by someone else years later. But that is the same barn daily I brushed every cow in, same barn cleaned the cow dung out of, fed the twenty seven cows in and milked a few by hand. Also most evening over a joint taught practical English to all the young folks in Gerinbad village. Those are Brown Swiss cows in the photo just like when i was there, are outside playing in the snow for an hour, rest of the time each one has a chain holding it in line with big tough full of hay in front of it, drinking cup, and a drain behind catching the stickstuff
robplum: The photos of the cows in the snow was taking by someone else years later. But that is the same barn daily I brushed every cow in, same barn cleaned the cow dung out of, fed the twenty seven cows in and milked a few by hand. Also most evening over a joint taught practical English to all the young folks in Gerinbad village. Those are Brown Swiss cows in the photo just like when i was there, are outside playing in the snow for an hour, rest of the time each one has a chain holding it in line with big tough full of hay in front of it, drinking cup, and a drain behind catching the stickstuff
My scariest moment of river rafting. This was taken at the Devil's Point of American River where it's taken more than five Guide's lives. My daughter Camille who was then 27 years old actually got thrown out off the raft here and I felt like I died that moment. She of course, attended the rafting class prior to this adventure and was taught how not to panic, relax and go with the flow of the water with your arms alongside your body. She emerged on the calm water after like two minutes but seemed eternity for me and the rest of us on that trip.
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