2015
ADVENTURE – PART 9
After four days at sea, we arrived in Italy, glad
to be on solid ground after having spent 11 of 13 days at sea between Mumbai
and Naples. Along the way, we met Bob
and Lana Waugh who’d started their journey in Singapore. Bob is an Islander, born and raised in
Summerside; Lana a Newfoundlander from St. John’s. They spend most of the year in Venice,
Florida, and summer in Stanley Bridge.
First on the agenda was a visit to Herculaneum, a
city that disappeared when nearby Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79 A.D. I’d been to Pompeii, destroyed by the same
eruption, and wanted to compare the two.
Volcanic material traveled down the mountain and hit the ancient city at
high speeds and very high temperatures. Many
of its 4,000 inhabitants were buried alive.
The present shoreline is 400 metres out to sea from where it was before
the eruption. The photo below shows
Herculaneum’s waterfront, covered by at least 20 metres of volcanic
material.
Skeletons of some of the victims have been left in
place as a reminder of the tragedy. The
streets and many of the buildings are very well preserved.
Naples is Italy’s second-largest city, made famous
as the home of pizza. Elva made us each
a good one for lunch!
The next morning found us docked in Civitavecchia,
the port city that serves Rome. Since
we’d been to Rome before, we opted to stroll around the port and make the most
of the day. We lucked out! A crisp and clear day, with few tourists and
an abundance of locals enjoying a Sunday walk.
We attended Palm Sunday mass in the packed Cathedral, had pizza at a
sidewalk café, and strolled the handsome seafront promenade. I watched enviously as a cyclist wheeled past
on a high-end Colnago, followed not
long after by an ear-splitting convoy of fifty or so Harley riders. The best days
are those that just happen!
Before arriving at our next port of call, Ajaccio,
Corsica, we sailed through a pretty rough patch. Our first time in Corsica, in the fall of
2013, we’d opted for an excursion and hadn’t had time to visit the city. This time, we made the most of a short stay
and explored on foot. Besides the many
statues and public spaces honouring Ajaccio’s favourite son, Napoleon Bonaparte,
there’s much to see and do there. It’s
been added to our list of ‘keepers’, places we’d like to come back to some
day.
We hadn’t forgotten how beautiful Barcelona is,
but it was nice to reconnect. We walked
all day, visiting as many of our favourite places as time and our tired feet
permitted: La Rambla, Plaça de Catalunya, Paseig de Gracia, Boqueria Market,
Plaça d’Espanya, the Monjuic Fountains, the Gothic Quarter, Port Vell, and the
beaches. What a magnificent city!
Gibraltar is a British Overseas Territory, one of
the few remaining vestiges of a once-vast Empire. It’s actually a peninsula connected to the
Spanish mainland by a narrow isthmus -
6 sq. km. or so of solid limestone that rises to a little over 400 metres and
is home to 30,000 people. The old saying
“Solid as the Rock of Gibraltar” is quite appropriate.
Elva and I decided we’d climb to the top instead
of riding the cable car or taking a taxi.
It turned out to be the right decision.
On the way up, we crossed paths with the ubiquitous Barbary apes,
semi-wild macaques believed to have been brought here from North Africa by the
Moors. The view from the top was
incredible! On the way down, we visited
the magnificent St. Michael’s Cave, which features the most impressive
‘cathedral’ we’ve ever seen. This
picture hardly does it justice.
Our last port of call was Cadiz, a small city in
the south of Spain on the Atlantic coast.
It being Good Friday, we didn’t expect much action. But, as has often happened on this trip, we were
surprised. Around 9:30, we came across
the beginnings of a procession, and figured it must be going to the
Cathedral. We parked ourselves as close
as we could to the route and watched in amazement as a huge ornately carved
platform was hefted through the narrow streets.
We were told that as many as sixty men were required to carry it; all we
could see were their feet.
They were accompanied by people wearing these
strange-looking costumes. No, they’re
not Ku Klux Klan! In the Catholic context,
the head coverings symbolize confession and repentance, and they’re probably
the origin of the ‘dunce cap’.
Cadiz turned out to be yet another pleasant
surprise. A beautiful, clean, historic
and interesting city we wouldn’t hesitate to visit again.
As is my habit, I’ll end my description of this
adventure with a few concluding thoughts:
·
Elva and I have learned more about the
world in the twenty months since I retired than we did in the previous twenty
years. I’m not arguing that travel is a
pre-requisite to understanding, but to truly appreciate what’s going on in the
world, you have to see for yourself.
·
We’re gradually being transformed from
‘tourists’ to ‘travelers’. We’ve learned
very little from the ‘tourists’ on the ship but a great deal from the
‘travelers’. There’s an important
distinction between the two. The latter
are true students; the former, just along for the ride. Being a traveler means stepping out of your
comfort zone to see and experience things that tourists are afraid to. It also means being smart with your money and
learning from others who know better.
·
My impressions of Southeast Asia were
dead wrong. Economically, it’s much more
advanced than I’d thought. Singapore is
the most impressive city I’ve visited, and Kuala Lumpur is not far behind. In Indonesia, Surabaya is well on its way to
becoming an important city. The days of
European and North American dominance are over.
·
Countries like Morocco, India,
Myanmar, Sri Lanka and Thailand need to get their acts together politically
before ordinary people see a meaningful difference in the way they live. The poverty we saw, especially in India and
Myanmar, tells me it will be a very long time before this can happen.
·
Despite what we’ve been taught, a
democratic form of government is not the only way to achieve economic
development and a better standard of living.
Of the countries we visited, Oman, the United Arab Emirates, and Singapore
are or were governed by autocrats. Yet,
their people enjoy a very high standard of living. Compare India, a democracy, to China, an
autocracy: there’s no question who’s better off.
·
Ninety percent of the world’s goods
are transported by sea. The largest container
ships can carry 9,000 forty-foot tractor-trailer-sized containers. Think about that! The concept of shipping lanes was new to me
and I saw with my own eyes that the oceans are more than just huge empty
spaces. For example, every year, 60,000
ships pass through the Strait of Malacca.
It’s busier than Cavendish on a Sunday afternoon in August, for goodness
sakes!
·
“The longer the cruise, the older the
crowd.” On this cruise, virtually every
passenger is retired. While many of them
are hobbled by one affliction or another, a good number are in very good
health, even into their early eighties.
·
We’ve directly experienced four of the
world’s five dominant religions on this trip: Christianity, Islam, Hinduism and
Buddhism. Naturally, we’re more
comfortable among our own kind. We felt
entirely at ease in countries where Hinduism and Buddhism are the dominant
religions, but not so where Muslims form the majority. That may change in my lifetime, but I’m not
hopeful.
·
The MS Rotterdam is a community of 1,800 people, two-thirds passengers
and one-third crew; from all over the world and from all backgrounds. As with any community, you get to know some
better than others. The ship has
everything you’d expect to see and experience in a community of this size. Three people died while we were onboard: one,
a crew member, while surfing during his day off; the other two, passengers, passed
away before reaching the end of the voyage.
The young son of one of the officers learned to walk and is now into
everything. Couples celebrated wedding
anniversaries; one their 55th.
Couples ‘hooked up’; others ‘broke up’.
·
Looking back to the places we’ve
visited, seven are definite ‘keepers’; places to go back to: London, Malaga,
Singapore, Bali, Langkawi, Ajaccio and Barcelona.
·
Spending 88 days in a 200-square-foot
windowless cabin on a ship that doesn’t always sail on calm waters is a true
test of a relationship. I’m happy to say
we passed, and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again!
It’s
time to go home now and break out the bike and the fishing rod. Elva and I look forward to planning our next
adventure.
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