Travel writer & photographer
(Waypoints Global, April 2017) – As a tea lover, I dislike making tea using in-room coffee makers. It’s essential for my sanity and those around me that I am able to make tea before I face the public. My favourite …
(The Canadian Jewish News) – Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia transports you back to a simpler time, one when family holidays were spent carefree, splashing in the sea, eating fish suppers at long tables complete with homemade pie and ice cream.
Arizona is full of contrasts, with spectacular scenery amid arid deserts, and an art and food scene packed with surprises at every corner. Temperatures are generally good for exploring and dining al fresco in the many eclectic cafés and restaurants.
A dizzying drive through the winding mountainous roads led us to the ocean side cottages we were staying in. With 365 rivers, one for every day, navigating this small island of only 740 square kilometres takes time.
Tourists are a rare sight in the villages of rural Cuba. Locals ran out of their houses, waving, trying out their English, shouting the carefully enunciated “How are you?” The few vehicles were primarily horse drawn carts, farmers plowed fields with horses and I was surprised to see a number of cowboys on horseback.
… you see moose.
After a 2-hour drive through rural mountain villages in a decommissioned Russian army truck, we arrived at El Nicho conservation area, deep rural Cuba, a nature lover’s dream with hiking trails and a panoramic backdrop of the Escambray mountains. We hiked a steep rugged trail passing dozens of waterfalls.
History reveals itself gently in the many sugar plantations dotted throughout the 93 sq.-km. island (which has a popula- tion of 12,000), and in the 17th-century Jewish synagogue and cemetery.
The traditionally dressed Samburu guide greeted me in Swahili “Jambo (hello), my name is Lewya, think of Halleluiah,” he said with an enormous grin. He met our small plane after a brief 45 minute flight crossing the equator, the landing a smooth one on the short Muridjo airstrip at Ol Malo Conservancy in Kenya.
Dry smoky air, pounding hooves and the constant snorting of wildebeests welcomed us as we loaded our gear into the waiting safari jeep and drove on rough pothole-filled gravel roads (our driver referred to the journey as the “Kenyan massage”) towards our lodge for the next couple of days.