Mountaintops and Icicles The views over the Mont Blanc massif from the Aiguille du Midi in the French Alps are just jaw-dropping.
Mont Blanc is more than just a mountain.
As the highest mountain in the Alps and Western Europe, it lends its name to a range of peaks – the Mont Blanc massif – which straddle France, Italy, and Switzerland.
I had taken the train from Paris (see: On and Around the Seine) to Geneva, Switzerland, where I was spending a few days catching up with friends in the evenings, and amusing myself in the daytime. I booked myself onto self-guided day trip to Chamonix-Mont-Blanc, the famous site of the first Winter Olympics, back in 1924.
I had to remember to pack my passport: Chamonix, as the little mountain-resort at the base of Mont Blanc is more commonly known, is close to Geneva – but is back across the border in France.
My trip included a trip up the mountain from Chamonix; not up Mont Blanc as I had thought, but up L’Aiguille du Midi (The Southern Needle), a neighbouring peak in the massif. From the top of this 3,842-metre-tall (12,605 ft) mountain, there are stunning views over a range of peaks, including Mont Blanc (4,808–meter-tall (15,774 ft)) itself.
Access to the top of the Aiguille du Midi is via cable car (see: Aiguille du Midi). Opened in 1955, this gondola held the title of world’s highest for about two decades. It still has the record for the highest vertical ascent, gaining over 2,800 m (9,200 ft) in its 20 minute trip from Chamonix to the peak.
Most of my trip up the mountain was shrouded in cloud, and I was starting to despair. But, as we approached the summit of Aiguille du Midi, we broke through into blue skies. The jagged, snow-dusted peaks of the Alps stretched out all around in breath-taking beauty.
View From The Bus My day starts on a bus, travelling south east from Geneva. The names on the highway signs thrill me as we head towards the Mont Blanc Tunnel under the Alps.
Chamonix Gondola It is noon, and the autumn sun sneaks over the top of Aiguille du Midi as we wait for the cars on the lower portion of our journey.
Waiting for the Second Cable Car Clouds have descended and there is not much of a view as we wait at the middle station of Plan de l’Aiguille.
View from the Cabin Via the curved perspex of the gondola car, blue sky and a first glimpse of snow appear.
View Interrupted Through the front of the cabin, we can see the top station on Aiguille du Midi.
Impossibly Steep The side of the mountain has an almost perpendicular drop as we climb to the top.
Almost Abstract : Portrait of a Gondola Operator
Just Wow! No Editing Required!! A couple of days later, a friend of mine living in Geneva asked me if the trip was worth it. I sent him a few shots – straight off the iPhone. The pictures speak for themselves.
Jagged Mountaintops Of course, photos from the mirrorless cameras have more depth – but, either way, the views are unbeatable!
Mont Blanc Massif and Icicles
Jagged Peaks and Climbers We can see the tracks of the climbers who are traversing the snow before dropping down over the ridge.
Perched over the Boulders The complex at the top of the Aiguille du Midi comprises several levels and accommodates 360° views. I certainly got my steps in!
Aiguille du Geant and Grand Jorasses These granite peaks are popular for high-altitude climbing – though I don’t see anyone there.
Now THAT is a Team Building Exercise! Closer to our peak, another group of climbers sets off.
Close Up of Climbers One of the attendants told me this was a pre-booked work group.
Master of the Climb An instructor puts alpine climbers through their rappelling / abseiling paces. They can then climb back up from the Cosmiques Ridge using a metal ladder.
Le Tube An enclosed tubular walkway completely circles the summit of the Aiguille du Midi. It is long enough that I didn’t feel as if I was going in spirals.
More Peaks But, I got so confused, I had no idea where I was or which way I was facing most of the time!
The Palier Hypoxie Exhibition We are at high altitude here, and therefore at risk of lightheadedness, dizziness, and even possibly serious altitude sickness.
Round Rock and Jagged Peaks
Like an Aerie or a Fortress
Through the Windows The views go on in all directions.
Nature’s Tapestry Having gone full-circle – at least twice – I head back to the gondola platform.
Hikers I ride back down in comfort – feeling a bit sorry for the hikers in the mist with their full packs!
What a truly magnificent place!
I was so glad to have had the experience – and I still had the town and nearby glacier to explore.
Where the Jungle Meets the Tea The bare stone of Anamudi Peak, the tallest mountain in the Western Ghats of South India, rises up from the jungles of Eravikulam National Park and the surrounding tea plantations.
When you think of India, what do you think of first?
I think of colour and culture and chaos and crowds.
Kerala, in the southwest is all that. But, it is also impossibly green hill stations in the foothills, countless rivers and waterways in the valleys, and the rugged mountains of the Western Ghats higher up.
Many of these wild landscapes are protected – even when people live within them, or next to them. Eravikulam National Park, home to leopards, tigers, and countless birds and other animals, was the first national park established in Kerala. The contiguous Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary helps in the conservation and protection of forests and wildlife in the mountains. The town of Marayoor sits on the road that links the parks, and 11 traditional ethnic tribal settlements are scattered inside the boundaries of Chinnar.
I didn’t see any of the cats, elephants, or gaur that the region is known for on my park-ranger supervised trek through the grasslands, shrublands, and forests of Eravikulam National Park, or on my foray into the Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary. I did find deer, chital, and monkeys around the settlements outside the park.
I was staying near the town of Munnar, in Kerala, South India, and – with the help of GoogleMaps and TripAdvisor – had lined up various excursions for myself and my driver (see: Water in the Valleys; Tea in the Mountains). On this particular day, we headed north out of the foothills and higher into the mountains, where every shade of green was represented in the sprawling vistas.
View over the Adjacent Tea Plantation It was only a short drive from my resort, which was surrounded by tea plantations, to the entry to Eravikulam National Park. There, more tea bushes stand between us and Anamudi: India’s tallest peak (2,695 metres – 8,842 ft) outside the Himalaya.
Orange Cymbidium Orchid Above the car park, a glasshouse contains a huge variety of beautiful orchids.
Pink Cymbidium Orchid I spend some time admiring the flowers before we set off into the park itself.
Nilgiri Tahr Statues Eravikulam National Park is a haven for Nilgiri tahr (Nilgiritragus hylocrius), a mountain goat endemic to the Western Ghats. The statues at the park entry were the only trace we saw of these endangered animals.
Trekking Route One is not allowed to set out into the park alone. For a small fee (plus extra for the cameras), I went on a walk with a forest ranger and a couple of young Indian newlyweds. We started on a path that follows the boundary between the park and the bordering Kallar Estate tea plantation.
Rocky Pool Before long, we turn in towards a pond, which was complete with a small waterfall.
Rocky Creekside Upstream from the rockpool, a trickle of water works its way through a tangle of trees in the moist deciduous forests.
Blue Corn-Lilies – Aristea Ecklonii Originally from Africa, these small evergreen perennials are now common in South India.
Anamudi Peak Rising from the Tea Anamudi means “elephant head,” which the bare peak sometimes resembles – although it looks different from every angle.
Slipper Flower – Calceolaria Two types of yellow slippers grow here; I can’t tell them apart.
Waterfall of Uncertain Name A short walk away, we come to a steep rock face. One name I’ve been given for this falls is Anamudi Peak Waterfall; another is Eravikulam National Park Waterfalls. My phone told me it was Nyayamakad Waterfall – but that is on the other side of the road.
Rocks and Reflections It is a dry season: there is not much water tumbling down the drop into the pond below.
People Along The Way The newlyweds dip their feet and pose on the rocks.
Park Guard Our guide is happy to face the camera in the bright sunshine.
Over the Hills of Munnar The views from the trekking path stretch out over the tea gardens of Munnar and the foothills of the Western Ghats.
Path through the Tea
Anamudi Peak behind the Tea
Rocky Creek through the Tea Textures are everywhere …
Munnar Tea and Mountains … and every shade of green is represented.
Indian Jungle Back in the car, we drive north through the Marayoor Sandalwood Forest …
Sambar Deer – Rusa Unicolor … where deer can be seen foraging behind the fence that keeps us out, and them off the road.
Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary We continue north into the montane rain forest, where we fail to catch sight of any of the 28 mammal species that make their homes here. We did have nice views over the Western Ghats and Toovanam Waterfall.
Park Attendants Back in the town of Marayoor, we stop into the Rahjiv Gandhi Nature Park, where there are plenty of cheeky monkeys, and families with small children. I have a chat with the young women at the entry.
Tall Tree Trunks Starting from the original natural forest here, the State Forest Department runs a ‘Sandalwood Regeneration Experimental Plot’ in Marayoor. Sandalwood trees rely on other plants for nutrients during their first ten years, which might explain why there appear to be banyans in the grove.
Cooking Lunch Finally! My driver takes pity on me and finds a local restaurant for a very late lunch.
Food on a Banana Leaf Although lunch is whatever happens to be cooking on the day and is served on a banana leaf, they did take pity on me and find me a spoon.
Axis Deer – Axis Axis Daylight is falling. Finally some wildlife comes out! A number of chital – small spotted deer – cross the road skittishly in front of us.
Bonnet Macaque – Macaca Radiata The monkeys are far less timid, and go about their business.
Raising the Boom Gate Late in the afternoon, an attendant raises the barrier to let us out of the contiguous parks and villages within them.
I’m always amazed by the amount of bird and other wildlife to be found in India’s urban spaces.
I am equally impressed by the great swathes of land the country has managed to set aside and protect – even when that means most of the wildlife there stays hidden!
Born Together Clan Pole All around Haida Gwaii – a collection of islands in the North Pacific waters off the coast of British Columbia, Canada – tall, carved, and painted cedar poles tell the stories of the local people. This one in a waterfront park in Skidegate features an eagle – a symbol of one of the two primary matrilineal moieties (clans) – and is topped by three Watchmen: symbolic guardians of the land, sea, and sky.
After the trees arrived in Haida Gwaii, SGaanuwee (Supernatural Beings) showed Haidakuuníisi (ancestors) how to carve gyaa’ang (monumental poles). The Haida word for monumental pole is related to the word gyaa’aa: “stand up”. After Haida carve, dance, and raise them, gyaaGang or gyaa’aang become living community members.
Gyaagan.Ngaay – Monumental Poles of Haida Gwaii
Kaats’ii Hla | Ḵaats’a Hláa | This Is Haida Gwaii : Issue Five
(Click to start Have a Light Heart on Your New Journey by Terri-Lynn Williams-Davidson.)
Haida Gwaii is a magical place – abounding in natural beauty and creative talent. This remote archipelago of about 150 islands sits off the northern coast of British Columbia (BC) Canada. To reach it, long drives from the closest urban centres need to be augmented by plane, ferry, or other boat trips. On a clear day, you can see Alaska.
Somehow the Haida people who have lived on these islands and the waters around them for at least 13,000 years have managed to reclaim and revive their culture and some of their language. This is in spite of being almost completely wiped out by introduced illnesses in the 1800s, and in spite of losing the rights to customary traditions – like the Potlatch – until as late as 1951.
Fortunately, the Haida are fighters and willing to stand up for themselves.
For many years, the BC provincial and Canadian federal governments allowed the lands and waters to be plundered by mining, logging, and excessive fishing. In spite of their low numbers, the Haida pushed back: in 1985, dozens gathered on Athlii Gwaii(Lyell Island) to blockade against the heavy logging machinery. After years of tense negotiations between the Haida and the Canadian government, the Gwaii Haanas Agreement was formalised in 1993.
Carving massive cedar logs into monumental poles is part of this customary practice.
Although they are often all referred to as ‘totem poles’, these ubiquitous examples of Haida art and skill are often crest, potlatch, or memorial poles. The stylised creatures carved and painted on the red cedar poles tell stories of a person, a clan, or a particular event (eg: Gwaii Hanaas; Stories in the Rocks and Trees).
As beautiful and artistic as they are, the poles are an expression of shared cultural experience – not ‘art’ for consumption. Many poles are on private property and listed as “not intended for public viewing”. Naturally, I have not included them here.
Let’s have a final look around Graham Island, Haida Gwaii:
Isabel Creek Store My accommodation – like much of the Haida Gwaii tourist accommodation – was in Daajing Giids, formerly known as Queen Charlotte. Its narrow streets and charming buildings make it a pleasure to walk around.
Islands in Skidegate Inlet The air is clean and the views are magic. One is never far from the ever-changing waterways.
Haida Gwaii Hospital The Skidegate Inlet Healing House Pole was raised in front of the hospital and health centre in 2018.
Pink Hawthorn Blossoms Around town the salmonberries are starting and the hawthorn is in full bloom.
Hummingbird Mural Art is everywhere – like this colourful mural by Thomas Arnatt on Funk It, the Daajing Giids furniture and home decor store.
View from my Room This far north, the spring daylight stretches well into the evening. I have a beautiful view over the Queen Charlotte Small Craft Harbour, Skidegate Inlet, and typical British Columbia wooden buildings with cedar-shake roofs on the street below.
Official Flag of the Council of the Haida Nation In Skidegate, the next village along Skidegate Inlet, the Haida flag flies. The stylized raven and eagle depicted on the flag represent the two principle matrilineal clans of the Haida people.
Still Life Found : a Rusty Planter
Look Up! The Born Together Clan Pole stands tall in the Skidegate waterfront park.
The Eyes of the Beaver Beaver were introduced to Haida Gwaii in the mid-20th century; even though they are not native, they often feature in Haida art.
Beaver at the Base
Living Culture A young child and his grandfather run around the green where the Born Together Clan Pole stands tall.
The Haida Gwaii Museum and Haida Heritage Centre Historically, this was the site of a major village known for its many poles and longhouses. The cultural center is designed to resemble that village, with its many totem poles facing the ocean. Front and centre is the T’aanuu pole by Gitkinjuuwas Ronald Wilson, which depicts a killer whale, a raven, a wolf, a dogfish, and an eagle.
Inside the Haida Gwaii Museum The centrepiece in the lobby in the Haida Heritage Centre is a beautiful carving – about which I could find no information.
Traditional Haida Dugout Canoes In a shelter outside the Haida Gwaii Museum, three long, dugout canoes are housed. These boats are traditionally constructed by carving and steaming a single large cedar log into shape.
Traditional Haida Dugout Canoe These canoes are central to the cultural identity of the Haida. Used for fishing, war, and trade, they feature stylized art, often representing sea creatures.
Nature’s Artworks: Driftwood Inspiration for Haida art is all around.
Beach at Halibut Bite Rest Area Days ebb and flow with the tides; life moves with the seasons.
Nature’s Sculpture : Seaweed on a Boulder
Almost Abstract : Stones on the Beach Beauty and patterns are everywhere.
Haida House at Tllaal After a planned walk to the Pesuta Shipwreck (see: Pesuta Shipwreck Trail), I had a dinner reservation at the dining room in Haida House at Tllaal.
The Wonderful Terri Lynn Davidson I arrived early, so I wandered the halls of the building. One of the many paintings adorning the walls was this beautiful piece by Chris Hopkins. Terri Lynn Davidson is the voice behind the music attached to this post.
Duck & Blackberry My tide- and farm-to-table dinner was – as I expected – fresh and fabulous. It was a fitting finale to my Haida Gwaii stay.
Another Day – Another Ferry Far too soon I was on the ferry and crossing the Hecate Strait back to Prince Rupert on the mainland.
At least this time I didn’t have to drive onto the ferry backwards!
Haida Gwaii made a real impression on me, and I was sad to leave this magical and beautiful place behind.
In from the Surf Off the east coast of Australia, just 30 kilometres (19 mi) southeast of central Brisbane, North Stradbroke Island (Minjerribah), attracts surfers to the consistent waves coming off the Coral Sea. Nature-loving visitors are drawn to the pristine beaches, dramatic landscapes, and abundant wildlife.
I love an excuse to explore my own backyard!
I had driven up to Brisbane to participate in a friend’s birthday party, and decided to stay an extra day to visit nearby North Stradbroke Island (Minjerribah). This had been on my “list” for a while. To keep life simple and take advantage of local knowledge, I decided to book a day trip.
This turned out to be a good plan, in spite of the very early start. Although North Stradbroke Island – or “Straddie” as locals call it – is only 30km (18.6mi) southeast of Brisbane, the ferry terminal is a 45 minute drive, and the SeaLink ferry only runs every hour or less. So, you want to be at the Cleveland terminal on time!
I made my trip-choice based on the itinerary, which promised a scenic walk and the possibility of koalas in the wild. Although seeing kangaroos (and even wombats and echidnas) are regular occurrences, I’ve only seen koalas outside reserves or zoos once before, in Cape Otway National Park (see: The Great Ocean Road).
The sub-tropical North Stradbroke is the world’s second-largest sand island; a fact which is not necessarily apparent when you are on it! Unlike the much larger UNESCO-listedFraser Island (see: Weekly Wanders: Fraser Island) which requires a suitable 4WD, most of the more residential Straddie is accessible by normal passenger vehicle and paved roads. Except for the beautiful beaches, I kept forgetting we were on sand!
Come for a visit:
Cleveland : North Stradbroke Ferry After collecting all our guests from around Brisbane, we arrived at Toondah Harbour in time for a coffee and a rest stop before boarding the vehicle ferry.
Mangrove in the Harbour Mangroves fascinate me! A vital part of the coastal ecosystem, these trees are uniquely adapted to thrive in saline or brackish water. Moreton Bay is a relatively shallow tidal lagoon with the kind of sandbanks and mudflats mangroves love; we are utilising one of the deeper shipping channels.
Into the Woods Our first stop once we reach the island is at the southern start of Point Lookout Gorge Walk.
Through the Casuarinas Australian pine – also known as she-oaks – are a beautiful native trees whose needles ‘sing’ in gentle winds.
Main Beach from the Boardwalk As we walk around the point the views are stunning – and the colours change every minute.
The Colour of Water Although the island is predominantly sand, there are a couple of notable rock outcrops – including the volcanic rhyolite here around Point Lookout.
Westpac Lifesaver Rescue Helicopter Service If swimmers get into difficulty, or if sharks are spotted, there is help in the sky …
Surf Lifesaving Jet Ski … and on the water.
Watchful Osprey Meanwhile, a couple of eastern osprey (Pandion cristatus) keep a keen lookout for fish.
Pandanus over the Gorge The colours change and deepen again as we reach a sharp gorge. All of the water and some of the land here is protected under the zones established within the Moreton Bay Marine Park.
Parasol Leaf Tree – Macaranga Tanarius
Rocks Under Water Far below in the gorge, water rushes over partially submerged volcanic rock.
That Coastline!
Into the Mists Looking north over Frenchman’s Beach and the rocky headland separating it from Deadman’s Beach, the colours are completely different.
Dolphins A small pod of dolphins – probably Indo-Pacific bottlenose dolphins (Tursiops aduncus) race through the waters below.
South Gorge Beach After a lunch break, we drive back to the beaches for a chance to swim or sun or just people-watch. South Gorge Beach is directly under the path we walked before lunch. This protected cove is popular for swimming and snorkeling.
Watching Water on Main Beach We head to the other side of the Main Beach Headland Reserve, to where Main Beach starts. This popular beach runs 32 kilometres (20 mi) down the east coast of the island, and offers powerful and consistent swells suitable for competent surfers.
Surf Rescue Main Beach is patrolled, making it safer for swimmers. The volunteer surf lifesavers, in their distinctive red and yellow uniforms, are happy to pose for the camera.
Surf Rescue into the Waves With their reflections shimmering in the sun, the lifesavers launch their Inflatable Rescue Boat (IRB) into the water.
Incoming Waves
Silver Gull – Chroicocephalus Novaehollandiae
At Water’s Edge It’s hot, and watching the reflections play on the shallow waters is soporific.
Childlike Focus
Laughing Kookaburra – Dacelo Novaeguineae The next portion of our day is a visit to Amity Point – one of the island’s three small townships – in search of wildlife. I never tire of seeing our iconic Australian kingfisher: the laughing kookaburra.
Koala up a Tree Koalas (Phascolarctos cinereus) typically live in open eucalyptus woodland, spending up to twenty hours a day sleeping.
Check the Claws! A koala’s curved, sharp claws are well adapted for climbing and sleeping in trees.
Watching Us – Watching Them A large eastern grey kangaroo (Macropus giganteus) stands at the side of the road through town, just watching us.
Sunset from the Ferry While we are on the ferry back to the mainland, the sun sets over the mangrove trees in Moreton Bay.
It was a perfect day in a gorgeous environment – I’m so glad I finally made it there.
“Straddie” is just beautiful – truly an easily accessible paradise!
A Family on the Fort Fort Belgica was built on Banda Neira by the Dutch from 1611 to protect their colonial interests in rare endemic spices. The volcanic mountain, Gunung Api, rises up behind an Indonesian family who have made the long ferry trip from Jakarta to visit the island.
Naturally, I complied – although it meant ordering a used copy of Giles Milton’s book online.
I’m not big on non-fiction, and I found the book slow-going, regardless what the breathless writers of the jacket reviews suggested.
But, I was in the very region – the Maluku Islands of Indonesia – where the endemic presence of nutmeg, mace, and cloves lead to hundreds of years of European interests and atrocities. I hadn’t yet finished the book when we anchored in Banda Neira, the centre of this bloody history (see: In and On the Banda Sea). Fortunately, lectures aboard our small ship, the Coral Geographer, helped fill in the blanks.
Since as early as 1400 BCE, nutmeg and other spices from the Banda Islands were known for their antimicrobial features, their ability to preserve food, and and their health benefits. In 10th century Venice, a pound of nutmeg was worth more than a pound of gold.
For hundred of years, the Banda Islands were ruled by a local oligarchy known as the Orang Kaya (Rich People). They made their money selling spice and other precious goods to Chinese and Arab traders, who sold them on to European markets while closely guarding the secret of the source. The Portuguese were the first known Europeans to visit these islands – in the early 1500s – but while they conquered much of Malacca, they were distracted away from the Banda Islands by difficulties in the rest of the archipelago.
Then came the Dutch – who took control.
The Dutch formed an uneasy partnership with the Bandanese until the Orang Kaya on Banda Neira rebelled in 1609. The Dutch retaliated with a brutal campaign against the local people. In the course of this long campaign, the Dutch built Fort Belgica on Banda Neira in 1611. This was to intimidate the Orang Kaya who were unhappy with their dealings with the Dutch, and to ward off the English who had established themselves on the nearby island of Run. Ultimately, the Dutch won; their 1621 conquest culminated in the Banda Massacre.
In order to maintain spice production after the almost-complete genocide of the local people, the Dutch imported slaves from other parts of modern-day Indonesia, India, and the coast of China.
Today, the wealth is gone. The English succeeded in transplanting nutmeg trees to their other tropical colonies in the 1700s, effectively breaking the Dutch monopoly on trade.
Life today is quiet: focusing on fishing, spice cultivation, and a fledgeling tourism industry. Most of the residents of the Banda Islands are descended from those forcibly-imported plantation labourers and the few remaining indigenous Bandanese. This has lead to a distinctive local cultural identity, with ritual practices and elements of language distinguishing it from the neighbouring Ambonese Malay.
Join me as I explore Banda Neira:
Banda Neira Village Our tenders transfer us the short distance from our ship. The buildings on the island cling to the shoreline below the steep jungle-clad hillside.
Steps to Banda Neira Village The dock we use is rather informal: a set of concrete steps leading up to a grass reception area surrounded by Dutch colonial buildings.
Girls on the Dock The local children are amused by our presence and horse around on a nearby pontoon for our entertainment.
The Band A traditional percussion gamelan quartet plays music to welcome us.
Cutting the Beans Out in the village streets, everyday life goes on.
Local Store These little shops, packed to the rafters with goods for sale, are common all across Asia.
History on the Walls This well-worn mural depicts four national Indonesian figures: the country’s first Vice President Mohammad Hatta, the first Prime Minister Sutan Syahrir, historian, diplomat, and Banda Neira native Des Alwi, and Hamad B. Husain, another local figure from the Banda Islands.
Young Child Children are everywhere – and full of life and mischief.
Hen and Chick
A Municipal Park The central boulevard through town is green and tree-shaded, and dotted with monuments.
Gereja Tua – Old Church This historic church was built in 1852 by the Dutch East India Company(VOC). It was renovated in 2005 and is still in use.
Inside the Dutch Church The simple interior features wooden pews and ancient flagstones marking the resting places of former Dutch governors of the island.
Benteng Belgica The town’s centrepiece is Fort Belgica, …
Doorway to Benteng Belgica … a modest square fort commenced by the Dutch in 1611.
Man on the Fort The fort itself is not much to look at …
Gunung Api – Mount Api … but the views over the volcanic island next door are great.
Ketapang (Terminalia Catappa) Leaves Overhead I walk down from the fort through the spice groves, …
On the Path through the Spice Trees … pausing to chat to some local children on the way.
Fiddle-Leaf Frangipani – Plumeria Pudica The streets on the other side of the fort are tidy and full of greenery.
Selling Fish There were surprises around every corner!
Lapas Banda – Banda Prison The Dutch ruled over the Banda Neira until 1949, and Dutch colonial architecture is everywhere.
Nutmeg and Other Local Spices This is what all the fuss was about! In the 1700 and 1800s, the British transplanted nutmeg trees into Ceylon and other British colonies – effectively breaking the Dutch monopoly over nutmeg and mace.
Kids on the Green A couple of hours later, after a shower and change of clothes on the ship, I was back on the island for evening festivities at the fort.
On the Battlements At Benteng Belgica, our ship’s passengers and locals are gathered around for the early evening festivities.
Warriors Two young men perform a local sword dance.
Picking Nutmeg Another local dance shows young couples collecting nutmeg kernels from the endemic Myristica fragrans trees.
Harvesting Nutmeg
Woman on the Battlements
Woman and Child
Our Ship in the Twilight From Fort Belgica, we can watch the light falling over our ship in the harbour; it’s time to return for dinner.
The smiling welcome I was treated to by all the locals I met certainly belies their unfortunate and bloody history.
Here’s hoping they can successfully carry their own hopes and dreams into the future.
- Performing the Ganga Aarti from Dasaswamedh Ghat, Varanasi
- Buddha Head from Shwedagon Pagoda, Myanmar
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Here’s hoping they can successfully carry their own hopes and dreams into the future.
