 Follow the “Walking Man”… An Old Irish Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
If you walk Ireland’s Dingle Way, many a road will rise up to meet you. If you walk it during the wettest June in recorded history, much rain will fall soft upon your face and much rain will pound upon your head. Some winds will, indeed, be at your back – but many more will whip the plastic raincoat around your ears and impede your progress. And, you may despair of the sun shining ever again!
Or so it was for us, as we walked the 167 or 179 kilometres (depending on whom you believe) from Tralee to Camp and back again, around the Dingle Way. It was ten days of rain, wind and occasional sun – and it was marvellous. It must be VERY special in good weather!
Day 1: Travel to Tralee
Tralee is Ireland’s newest visitor destination; better known as the capital of Kerry and the Gateway to the Dingle Peninsula.
We had booked our walk well ahead of time with “Footfalls”, who manage Irish walking tours: both guided and self-guided, which is what we were doing. They sent us travel notes and maps, booked our hotels, suggested places to eat, and got our bags from A to B. Once we got ourselves to Tralee, making use of the rather excellent Irish buses (Bus Éireann), we just had to walk the planned route, along mostly well-marked (albeit muddy, rocky and narrow) trails, to get ourselves to our nightly destinations.
 “Follow the canal…” Day 2: Tralee to Camp
An excellent start to your holiday, the way offers some superb views of Tralee and coastline. Traverses along the flanks of the Slieve Mish Mountains. Takes you through an old deserted village and ruined church.
Distance: 17.5 km/11 miles, Ascent: 200 m/600 ft
Our first day of walking – “Day 2” – lured us into a false sense of security. The sun was shining and the birds were singing as we set off along the canal and across the River Lee to find the path around Slieve Mish Mountains, overlooking Tralee Bay.
 The trail following the canal leading out of Tralee is well used by walkers and runners, and lined with modern buildings.  Life on the canal: a family of swans Foothills of the Slieve Mish Mountains provide a backdrop to a modern thatched resort-complex. A boat tied up on the River Lee – we think it might have been there a while! Mudflats and clouds on the River Lee, at the mouth of Tralee Bay. Once we cross the River Lee, we are into quiet country roads ~ ~ and before long, we are passing bucolic fields. Fuchsia grows wild all along the country lanes. For a short while, we are amongst fields and farms ~ ~ following roads bordered by hedges of honeysuckle, brambles, fuchsia and wild roses. After what seemed like a long climb up a dwindling road, we carefully crossed a gateway onto the rocky paths and boggy grasslands of the Slieve Mish Mountain foothills.
The Tonavane Walk into the Slieve Mish Mountains. Bog Cotton The creeks are just marginally wetter than the bog-lands surrounding them. Shire horses and sturdy ponies use the foundations of a ruined house to keep their feet dry on the bog. The patch of lilies growing within the frame of the ruined house was a surprise! One of the ponies was curious about what I was up to. Tralee Bay and the North Atlantic can be seen behind. We saw more than a few sheep as we picked our way over the rocks and through the boggy patches; most, however, turned tail and scrambled away as soon as we were near. I was happy to catch this lamb with its mother. The wet, black bog reminded me of The Beverly Hillbillies and their “black gold”. We crossed numerous creeks… … and countless styles. Rocky piles formed partial fences. All around the foothills, we had views of the North Atlantic, and parts of the Dingle Peninsula ahead. Eventually, we worked our way out of the open bog and into forested paths, to find ancient ruins: this one of an old house. Killelton Church, built in the 10th or 11th century with thick walls… … made of piled rocks. Outside the ancient church grounds, we find more fuchsia ~ ~ and wild strawberries. Finally! We come around a bend over Camp, our stop for the night.
We had no rain this day (the first and last day without rain for the whole of our walk – indeed for the whole of our stay in Ireland), but our boots were muddy and our pants were wet to the knees from the bogs we had sloshed across.
“I’ve seen worse!” our hostess laughed as we hobbled into our night’s accommodation.
So, we knew we were in good hands – and ready for the challenge of the next day’s adventure.
Sláinte – Good health!
Photos: 18June2012
Posted in Ireland,Nature,Rural,TravelTags: blog,Dingle Peninsula,Photo Blog,rural,The Dingle Way,travel,Travel Blog,Ursula Wall,walk
The Phra Achana Buddha of Wat Si Chum Sukhothai, the UNESCO listed collection of Thai ruins that was, in the 13th and 14th centuries, the capital of the Sukhothai kingdom, is a remarkable place. Inside the ancient walls are the remains of the old royal palace and twenty-six temples. What is even more remarkable, however, is the beauty to be found outside the walls.
Beyond the northern walls of the ancient city of Sukhothai, but still part of the official “Historic Town of Sukhothai and Associated Historic Towns”, are further treasures. When we saw the beautifully crafted marionettes and other carved products at the shops lining the quiet packed-dirt car-park outside Wat Si Chum, we knew we were in for a treat.
Delicate and elaborate marionettes welcome us to the parking lot of the Sukhothai North temples. Lucky fish mobiles, woven from colourful bamboo, are also for sale. The Mondop (small square temple building) of 13th Century Wat Si Chum lies at the end of a path across and expanse of grass. As you get closer, the magnificent “Phra Achana” Buddha statue of Wat Si Chum comes into view behind the three-meter thick walls. Phra Achana, the 15 meter Buddha seated in the Subduing Mara (Maravijayan: Calling the Earth to Witness) pose, is possibly one of the most beautiful Buddhas I’ve seen. The lap of the Phra Achana Buddha is 11.5 meters wide. The fingers of the right hand are covered with gold leaf, applied by visitors paying their respects. The roof of the mondop (mandapa: pavilion for religious ritual) has long-since fallen in, allowing a wonderful view of the sky above. Close to the Phra Achana mondop is a smaller one built of laterite bricks, housing a smaller seated Buddha. Bits of gold leaf are pressed to the Buddha’s upturned fingers. Also north of the ancient city walls is the Khmer style Wat Phra Phai Luang, which pre-dates Sukhothai and was probably built during the reign of the Khmer king, Jayavarman VII (between 1181 and 1219). Worn and weathered: Buddha head at Wat Phra Phai Luang. The building was originally a Khmer Mahayana Buddhist temple, built on a site with evidence of earlier Hindu worship. It was later converted to a Theravada Buddhist temple, and today shows the signs of modern Thai worship. The remains of a giant standing Buddha at Wat Phra Phai Luang. Even the ruins of these ancient Buddhas have a timeless elegance. Near the old Wat Phra Phai Luang is the modern Wat Phra Phai Luang, where a new hall is being build. Inside the unfinished building, a Thai woman lovingly sands the new wooden baseboards. It reminded me of “The Karate Kid”: “Wax on, wax off.” The building of temples is a timeless way of creating calm and making merit. Meanwhile, in the field outside, a young lad was determined so show me how he could chase the cattle. Although the cattle are unmoved, I found his joy infectious as he ran around with his slingshot.  And so, life in all its aspects continues around these ancient temples built by long-dead kings – and we can continue to find joy and beauty in them.
Pictures: 22May2012
Posted in Architecture,Craft,Culture,Fine Arts,Thailand,TravelTags: architecture,arts and crafts,blog,buddhism,Photo Blog,religion,ruins,sculpture,Sukhothai,temple,travel,Travel Blog,UNESCO,Ursula Wall,worship
Masks and Marionettes Feathers and glitter. Florentine masks. Masks and marionettes…
In the street stalls and in the shops: elaborately sequinned and feathered masks of all sizes and shapes, and Pinocchio marionettes, pencils, pictures and paraphernalia.
Pinocchio marionettes and Florentine masks. Pinocchios on strings. Apparently, Florence was the birth- and resting-place of Carlo Lorenzini (1826 – 1890), who (as Carlo Collodi) wrote the original stories of the woodcarver Geppetto and the marionette he crafted and named Pinocchio.
This is one of the many facts about Florence or Firenze that I didn’t know before visiting that fabled city last week.
My daughter and I were taking advantage of a cheap deal: one of those last-minute-specials that are available in Europe if you are willing to weekend with no more than you can carry in one small bag. Whatever I learned about the birthplace of the Renaissance in art history I had long-since forgotten, and my knowledge of the Medici family and the religious and political struggles in Italy is negligible.
So, before going, I looked Florence up on the web, and found a Top 10 Things to Do list, which I scanned and emailed to my daughter. But, we’ve been busy. By the time I was on the plane, I couldn’t remember anything about the art and the museums; all I could remember was the instruction to eat two scoops of gelato a day. I can do that!
My daughter wanted to see David, who (for reasons of modesty?) declined to be photographed. So, we had three days and two tasks: David and gelato. Lots and lots of gelato.
Fresh fruit, chocolate and coconut ~ all in gelato form. Colourful gelatos are an integral part of the Florentine streets. It didn’t take long, walking through the streets and markets, to realise that while Florence is the home of masks (which I had thought of as Venetian) and marionettes (which I hadn’t thought about at all), it is also home to all kinds of beauty, in leather, glass, ceramics, paper and jewels.
The street markets are full of colourful leather coats, bags and gloves. Shops sport shoes and boots in gelato shades. The magnificent churches aren’t the only place to find stained glass in all forms and styles. Ceramics are everywhere: from ornately gilded and painted vases, jugs and containers ~ ~ to Renaissance figurines ~ ~ and “Tuscan” glazed pottery. Beautiful paper-products are hand-made on site. Deep, dark shops sell life’s staples: wines and cold-cuts. Breakfast at Tiffany’s? The beauty of Florence is in its streets; in its world-renowned architecture.
Florentine rooftops. Beauty on the pavements: A chalk Mona Lisa. Cheerful carousels. Violent struggles. Conquest. The magnificent Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral (Duomo) is a work of art in and of itself. The Ponte Vecchio, now home to expensive jewellery shops, is a glorious reminder of Florence’s equally decadent past. Of course, people-watching is much more fun than architecture, and Italy is always a treat.
The modern Italian family – dressed for a special occasion. A street musician, with his adoring fan, plays chill music. And as a Florentine finale: newlyweds on a bicycle – what could be more Italian? 
The city was bathed in heat and light – a wonderful change from the rain and overcast I’d been enduring for the previous five weeks in England, Ireland and Wales. I fully understand why people love the city – I’d go back any day, and not just for the gelato.
But, I’d be sure to have my two scoops a day!
Bon appétit!
Photos: 10-13July2012
Posted in Architecture,Craft,Fine Arts,Italy,TravelTags: architecture,arts and crafts,blog,Italy,market,Photo Blog,sculpture,travel,Travel Blog,Ursula Wall
Karen Girl in Pigtails Late into our last visit to Thailand, I made another trip “up-country” to visit schools deep in the hills of Mae Hong Son. I’ve talked about previous trips (Budding Potentials, Building Better Futures, Schools at the end of the Road, and True Colours) in several previous posts, but I never tire of accompanying the indomitable Susan Race on her visits north to interview study-scholarship recipients and to inspect building projects.
I’m a little slow on posting about this particular trip for a number of reasons: early into day two my brand new camera decided to stop working (this sort of thing happens to me a lot!), so I was limited in the pictures I took; I’ve been on the road constantly since then, and so am distracted by other things; and most importantly, about two years ago, I promised Susan a website, which I still haven’t finished.
Fortunately, Susan is a very patient woman, which explains how, brick-by-brick and student-by-student, she has succeeded, over the last 20+ years, in improving school retention rates for children living in remote Hilltribe villages in several districts within the Mae Hong Son area of Chiang Mai. You can read more about that when I get the website finished! In my defence, I didn’t know the first thing about web-design or web-construction when I made that rash promise, and it has been a long, slow learning process.
There is a small teaser to the site on the sidebar at the right. At the moment, the link effectively goes to a “bookmark” and no further; the rest will happen in the next month or so… Watch this space!
When I have some free time, I do plan to write more about that particular trip and the various projects we visited and the students we met, but in the meantime I will share a few pictures from the first school we visited: Ban Huay Sa Paet School in Chom Thong district, Chiang Mai Province.
When we arrived at the school, the children were all sitting outdoors, on the wide bench around the bodhi tree, practicing their reading.
Under the bodhi tree in the school yard, Karen children practice their reading together. On Fridays, children come to school in traditional dress. Thai is a second language for these children, as they all speak Karen at home. Two Karen girls in their beautifully embroidered hand-woven dresses smile for the visitor. The boys have that impish sparkle in their eyes that says: “Here’s trouble!” Two girls work on their maths problems in the classroom. A young teacher at the school. Behind the school, there is a weaving area – one of the Queen’s projects – where Karen women weave cloth for export to the city. Weaving requires co-ordinating foot pedals with the shuttle on the weft thread. The weaver is pleased to pause for a picture. The children are happy to take time away from their reading to show the visitors around. Boys join us in the weaving room. Before we can leave, Susan Race (centre) has to have her photo taken with other Expat visitors from Bangkok, men from the District Education office, and the students. While gathering sponsorship money to build auxiliary buildings and support children’s educations, Susan has also been building relationships. Everybody in the area knows her – and knows her energy and staying-power. Neither she, nor the teachers she works with, like Kru Apichart, whose new school this is and who is pictured in Schools at the end of the Road, are ‘fly by nights’. All have demonstrated a longterm commitment to improving educational access for Hilltribe children in the remotest of Thai communities.
The perfect man for the job of official photographer: Khru Sunthorn, another of the dedicated teachers who has been part of helping make Susan’s THEP projects work for more than twenty years.  These faces certainly make me feel better on a gloomy day in London!
As does the knowledge that these children, at least, are getting the educational opportunities they deserve.
Enjoy.
Pictures: 25May2012
Posted in Culture,Education,Thailand,TravelTags: blog,children,education,Mae Hong Son,people,Photo Blog,portrait,portraits,rural,thai,Thailand,Thailand Hilltribe Education Projects,THEP,travel,Travel Blog,Ursula Wall
Blarney Castle grounds and entry tower. “Did you kiss the stone?” my daughter asked me by phone from London.
“No, but I kissed someone who did,” I replied, laughing. “They say that that is the next best thing.”
Now, I could tell you that I didn’t kiss the Blarney Stone because, as I end my second year of Weekly Wanders, I don’t want to add more gab to my postings, but that would be blarney.
Truth is, after exploring the gardens in the pouring rain and working my way around the castle and up the wet and narrow stairways, I couldn’t cope with the idea of removing my hat, glasses, raincoat, umbrella, two cameras and camera bag – all while standing exposed to the wind and rain at the top of the battlements – in order to be suspended upside-down by a gruff man in a raincoat so that I could kiss a rock. My husband, however, was more amenable, and I reckon that was enough for both of us!
I didn’t mind missing out, because – to my mind – the real joy of a visit to Blarney Castle is a walk through the extensive gardens, and taking in the charm of the castle itself. It rained on the day of our visit (as it has just about every day of our stay – Ireland has just finished the wettest June on record), but this only added to my sense that there might just be faeries around the next corner…
It may be summer, but the visitors in the grounds of Blarney Castle, across the River Martin are rugged up in raincoats or huddled under umbrellas. Fir boughs, laden with rain, hang low over a pathway. Rain drops and spider webs cling to delicate plants. Water falls over the Wishing Steps. According to the story, if you walk down the Wishing Steps then backwards up them with your eyes closed, thinking of nothing but your wish, it will be granted. It is easy to imagine flower-fairies living here. This stone is said to be the likeness of the Blarney Witch, who wanders the woods looking for fire wood. The Druid Stones are mossy and over-grown. All that rain is how the island stays “Emerald.” What is left of Blarney Castle (built in 1446) is rather plain on the exterior. Without the benefit of a roof, it is as wet inside Blarney Castle as outside. Moss and ivy grows where the kitchen once operated. On the ramparts, people gather for their kisses. The formal gardens from the ramparts. Hanging from the wet Blarney ramparts to kiss the ancient stone – the ground is far below. Every castle needs a back entry. The paths wind around the castle and back through more gardens. In the still-wet gardens outside the castle, trees from around the world are on show. Tower beside the Blarney River. In the “Poison Garden” there are examples of medicinal plants, including foxglove (digitalis). Ivy grows everywhere. A simple rose climbs the old iron fence.  I didn’t notice any improvement in eloquence from my husband – or indeed myself – but I was entranced by the castle site and left it with pink cheeks and a happy heart.
That is its true gift.
Sláinte! Good health!
Photos: 2012June18
Posted in Architecture,History,Ireland,Nature,TravelTags: architecture,blog,flowers,nature,Photo Blog,ruins,Travel Blog,Ursula Wall
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Ursula, great post.. May I ask what photographic gear did you bring on this trip..did you carry both cameras? Lenses? How did you protect them from the rain/weather?
It looks like a walk I would love to do. I may just have to follow you around on your adventures..
Catherine
Catherine, thanks for your visit. 😀
You know me! I carried the lot: the 5D I got in exchange for my 7D, which I mostly use with the 16-24, but occasionally with the 70-300; my old 400D which generally sports the 24-70; my iPhone and my IXUS – all of which I used. 🙂 I was also carrying a little macro which I don’t think I used at all. We even carried the tripod one day, but with the rain, my enthusiasm for standing in one place was a little low, and so it never left its case. As for rain protection: two sleeves I bought from a nice lady in Cambodia, plastic ponchos from Australia and a couple of umbrellas from England; sometimes all of the above!
Looks like fun! Looking forward to the following days . . .
Hi Ursula, I’m sure those rocky roads played havoc with your hip.. however what a magnificent countryside. Looking forward to the next instalment
Hey, Lisa and Signe!
Glad to have you both back. The walk was indeed “challenging”, but ultimately worth it. I hope to get back to the photos from the other days soon. 😀
Urusla, ik heb een prachtige wandeling met je samen gemaakt. Prachtige landschap. Ik wens je een fijn weekend, Dietmut
Beautiful photography – thanks for taking me on your journey.
Anna :o]
Anna :o] and Dietmut,
Thanks so much for joining us on our long road. It is always a pleasure to have your company! 😀
Dear Ursula I would like to use in a privately printed family history two of your pictures from your walk called the Dingle way to illustrate the countryside The farmland i am looking for was half way between Camp and Annascaul and I would appreciate a boggy way and a view across farmland in that area. the farm itself was called Lougherbegg and was near a village called Lougher Hoping to hear Elsie Ritchie
Thanks for your interest, Elsie. I’ll email you.
Dear Ursula I live in Sydney and would welcome a visit from you if you should be in the area if you felt it necessary to see what i do regards Elsie
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