The white water rafting Bali Experience

The world is a beautiful place in which to have fun with white water rafting, activity is rightly named “The white water rafting Bali Experience”. White water rafting offers you an opportunity to enjoy a lot of the locales around the world in which you can spend a short period of time with the people. Being in the water and participating in a white water rafting adventure offers you the chance to relish the essence of the things that you feel, and what’s more these are the things that you will get to feel again if you make a short break in the region. It is possible to create a shortcut in the joyous life of a sea traveler, by enjoying the locales of the world through white water rafting and also the beauty of the places that you come across in the actual white water experience. Just like that the activity can also be a way to save time when you are out on the water, while at the same time you are absorbing the fresh air from the sea and the air of the land. To create the perfect The white water rafting Bali Experience, the effort of planning a trip to the most amazing places in the world is best, and white water rafting is a good way to do this.

The white water rafting in Bali is best for those who have the adventurous spirit and want to get a short journey by the river to the land, whether to enjoy the beauty of the land or get to explore the white water of the river. The power of white water rafting is available to the small boat paddlers. There are places, however, that are really not suitable for this. You have to spend a certain amount of time before making the journey, as you will also have to fill up the rafts with the required gear for the white water rafting adventure. This is not so very bad, as there are rafting equipment available from the riverside to the first cabin where you spend a few hours. Then you can simply hike up to the …

The Sunrise That Had Been Evading Us All Week

Unfortunately it was our last day at Rannoch Moor and most groups left early to get to Glasgow Airport on time for all their flights. I had a little flexibility when I was in the car, so I decided to start early and return to Kilchurn Castle, which seemed to be the right location for sunrise and, according to estimates, there was actually a strong possibility that there was sunrise.

There is no. When I was driving there, across the moor, it was snowing very hard. I arrived at the castle and was disappointed. Apart from that, it also meant that I missed my last chance to have a full English breakfast.

But all is not lost. I had to go back to the hotel because I couldn’t check out and pay the bar bill the night before and no one was there when I left in the morning. It was annoying because it meant going back in the wrong direction, but once I returned to the moor, I was greeted with a sunrise that was so difficult to understand all week. It was extraordinary, but it meant that I kept stopping every few hundred meters to try and catch another amazing sight.

It’s nice to see Rannoch Moor in all its rough beauty, because it’s hard to see in the rain and clouds the last few days. How embarrassing to have waited until the day we all returned for sunny weather.

I heard beeps from the others as they passed the minibus, while I took some photos near Loch Ba.

After I checked out, then returned across the moor, for the third time today. The morning light was gone, but it was still amazing, even though it was very difficult to translate that beauty into photographs.

Everywhere is much busier than what happened all week, obviously with the weekend now. In fact there are many tourists who become coaches in most of the places. Not only that, but people who own Blackrock Cottage have the courage to actually use it. There are cars and vans parked outside, which is somewhat an eyesore.

I stopped at The Green Welly Stop …

A day in Seville

I missed writing this post because the days are so full that I am too tired at night to write. That’s the brief summary of our trip to Seville, which was fine too because I didn’t like it. We had a half day walking tour arranged to see the Alcazar Royal, a place / fortress built in the 10th century by the Moors and rebuilt by Peter 1 and later on. This is a copy of the Alhambra which was built by 5000 workers. The thought that ran through my head was why would anyone need all this? Then we walked through what was once a Jewish crossroad, home to 5,000 Jews in the 1300s but now called the Barrio Santa Cruz or the Holy Cross (not a subtle change) and heard the story of the Jews who lived there so that the religious leaders can protect them. but were killed in the pogrom because they did not die because of the Bubonic plague and that was all before the Inquisition. There are no synagogues in Seville now and the guide thinks maybe 50 Jews live here. This guide is quite important in telling the story. That bothered me a lot. Then we went to the … the cathedral

Check the gardens in the Alcazar. Check the gardens in the Alcazar
Look around the park at the Alcazar
the largest gothic church in the world, built in 1192 as a mosque but converted into a church. It was an extraordinary decoration and even housed 20% of the remains of Christopher Columbus and 100% of his sons. Now that’s a claim of fame to be proud of. The guide seemed to go on and about minute details from the cathedral and we were all cold and tired. It was a relief to get out of there and into the sun.
From there we walked to Plaza de Toros … yes, bullfights are still happening here, fortunately not all this year but we heard about the history of this ‘sport’ and walked out into the ring itself.…

Day Nine- Skiing the Canadian Rockies

Alright, beautiful day. We initially set the alarm for 6 am, take a nap until 7 in the morning, take a nap until 8 in the morning, realize that the sun will not appear until 8:50 in the morning, so then officially wake up at 9 in the morning.

We got off the plane to the village (also I asked how we got the plane back and they actually just got off, so every time we went to the village we had to make a tiring and cold return journey) and headed straight to the rental shop. We were charged, paid (which by the way, holy MOLY skiing is not cheap), and made a tiring and cold return journey, but this time brought skis, poles, boots, helmets, and pants. Once again, in freezing weather, -16 degrees, too hot.

We had to arrange some things before we left, like the right pass and the right gloves, etc., and finally headed for the free shuttle to the mountains at 11:35. As it turned out, the last shuttle to one of the three mountains that we could access departed at 11:30.

11:30 !!!!!!!

So our two choices are to stay at a hotel and spend the day skiing, or pay a $ 60 taxi to the nearest mountain. There’s no way I can’t ski today, so we took a taxi. At first I was very disappointed, it felt like the worst start to the day, but our taxi driver was really funny and honestly made the whole day better. The conversation takes place as follows.

Driver, after loading our skis in the trunk: okay so I only have one functioning seat belt next to the driver’s seat so one of you has to ski. Who is the smallest?
I: oh, uh, okay, I guess I’ll be the smallest one. But there?
Driver: yes
I: in the trunk?
Driver: yes
I: really?
Driver: Of course not, what is this?

We all laughed, then I fell in love again a few moments later.

Driver: So why did you decide to go to Mount Norquay, not Mount Sunshine?
Adam: Well, we just want to go to …

Shanhaiguan China

Breakfast is served in the hotel restaurant until 9 am, so I go there around 8:30. There were several other tables taken, but not too busy. I was shown to the table and after waiting for a while my breakfast arrived. I was given a large wooden box which was divided into 9 boxes of the same size. Each contains a small taster of a different dish. It really is beautifully presented and imaginative. The box contained: corn and pumpkin, beef soup, potatoes and carrots, sausage and onion dishes, onions and peppers, celery, lotus root, green vegetables and peanuts, Chinese pickles with chili paste, and watermelon. I was also given a bowl of millet porridge, boiled eggs, mantou (Chinese steamed bread rolls), and baozi filled with meat (bread dumpling bread). There is also lots of hot tea. The breakfast is delicious and I like variety, it’s great to eat so many different dishes. The breakthrough filled me well, and I didn’t feel too full.

After checking out, I headed to the ‘First Pass Under Heaven’, the main tourist attraction in the city which is located right next to my hotel. is 40 RMB. There are several tour groups around, but nothing is too crazy. Since most people were heading to the main road to look around, I decided to explore the land a little earlier. I am headed to what is a subdivision of the Ministry of War. Shanhaiguan Pass is located on the strategic road of Jieshi Ancient Street and guarding the Liaoxi Corridor. It was built in the early Ming Dynasty and the Subdivision of the Ministry of War was founded there in 1434. The original building was lost, but the replica that I saw was built around 2004. I looked around the Main Hall, where the administration of the problem was handled. I like to see calligraphy, not because I give a hint of what it says and I really like the pictures there. It was nice to roam around small buildings and courtyards because it was really peaceful. Poetry Corridor is a great place too. The corridor wall, which surrounds the courtyard, is covered with ten …

When the Great Raisin Chase Began

I have read about the history of water wars and land grabs in California. I recently read about the beginning of the raisin industry here.

A doctor named John Stentzel, farming in the Alhambra Valley (not far from where we used to live), was one of the fathers of California pomology. He planted plums and pears, as well as famous muscular grapes. Growing up in Budapest, Dr. Stentzel learns how to ferment and dry wine. Soon, he made some of the best grapes and of course the first raisins in California. He won the Blue Ribbon at the 1861 California State Fair with wine.

Interestingly, the Alhambra Valley is now filled with a revival of grapevines, mostly Zins in their hilly huts. One of our friends (a friend of a good friend) is now in the business of making wine in Martinez and the Alhambra Valley. We call him Big Al, because, he, Big, and Al.

But the story gets better. Back around this time, Dr. Stentzel’s son-in-law, John Muir took over the farm. The farm prospered with thirty-six apple varieties, thirty-five pear varieties, four quince varieties, five plum varieties, along with lemons, cherries, pomegranates, pecans, and walnuts. Muir made a number of changes with greater plant spacing between trees, and covered the ground with nuts, before his employer, Sierra, took over his life.

This is an “official” story, but you receive a REAL story here!

18th Century – Birth of the California Raisin State

The Queen of Spain Isabella sent missionaries to Mexico to teach natives about religion. While they preached and taught, the missionaries also conveyed their knowledge of viticulture. They use grapes for sacramental wine and also grow Muscat grapes for raisins.

By the 18th century, Franciscan fathers had settled north of Sonoma, California. However, when Spain handed over power to the Mexican colonial government in 1834, the mission system began to decline. Viticulture – and its strong influence on California agriculture – is one of the mission’s enduring legacies.

1851 – Muscat that can be sold for raisins, Muscat Egypt, is planted near San Diego. Because the area did not have an adequate water supply, the …

Sick in India. Such a Cliche.

It started with one sneeze at dinner last night. After that when I returned to my room without clothes I realized that my nose was starting to flow like a leaking tap. Hmm, maybe I’m coming down with something. I appeared in several Nyquil and hoped for the best. When I started sleeping, I began to feel how strong the air conditioner was. The previous days had barely managed to ripple, but now he felt the fridge roaring. I think it might not be good for someone with a disease that is starting to climb. I reject it. As I slowly slipped into sleep, I pulled the blanket tightly around me, but the cold remained. I guess it was just a random winter night.

Throughout the night there will be some urgent signs to the bathroom. In the morning, the only thing that came out of my body was a yellow liquid, then clear. Add some stomach aches with fever and it’s official. I am sick in India. How corny.

I stumbled into the bright sunshine and sat at my favorite table
and ordered my usual breakfast: vegan pancakes, yogurt, fruit, muesli and a pot of chai. I will summon all my strength and strength through food and compare how it feels with previous days. I bite the pancake. Unexpectedly, the pancake felt very chewy and clogged my mouth when I tried to swallow. I switched to muesli with fruit and yogurt. I managed to consume half of the entire plate. Thinking that if I eat at a steady pace, I might be able to lower it before my stomach protests. But the protest ensued, with disgust and waves. I had to stop and go back to the pancakes, springy but at least bland. Even my beloved chai didn’t go down well.

I began to sweat from the effort of preserving food. I decided that I was done with yogurt. With a plate of fermented milk sitting in the sun for that long, even I knew it wouldn’t be good. Sanjay walked with a worried expression on his face. “Why not eat?” I must look as bad as I feel. …

From Dortmund, Germany, to Macha, Zambia

In September 2018, Mizzi and I spent two and a half weeks in Zambia. Mizzi lives in Melbourne, Australia, so we will fly from our home and meet there. I flew to the Zambian capital Lusaka from Frankfurt via Addis Ababa. As soon as I checked my backpack in Frankfurt, I realized that my watch had stopped working. I will be “eternal” for the whole trip; this will be an interesting experience because I usually check quite a lot of time.

Stopover in Addis interesting. It seems that there are people from different countries, with all kinds of different clothing styles, far more colorful and varied than I normally do. The airport seems too small for a large number of passengers, with only a few seating areas. Some toilets are blocked, and I must say that I am happy to be on the plane again. Service on flights with Ethiopia was great, though. We have another stop in Harare, Zimbabwe, but there we don’t need to leave the plane. Finally, we landed in Lusaka, the capital of Zambia. When the plane stops close to the terminal, I can. Not the laundry that they dry there …
look at the Emirates plane through my window. This is most likely the flight that Mizzi has arrived from Melbourne. I had to take a picture and send a message to Mizzi saying, ‘I parked next to you’.

another post to read Day Nine- Skiing the Canadian Rockies

When I arrived at the terminal, I was able to immediately see Mizzi in the immigration queue, and we were completely outside ourselves for joy. It’s amazing to spend time with him; we haven’t met for more than half a year. After we passed immigration, we were welcomed by Festus, a Zambian whom we had contacted through an acquaintance of mine, Arnold. Arnold started the initiative “Profession and the Future in Zambia”, a non-profit organization dedicated to promoting education in Zambia. They support local schools with funds so they can buy buildings, furniture, or other equipment such as computers, and they also provide school or university scholarships to talented students who otherwise would not be able …