Wondrous Maine

Luminescent and welcoming, Acadia national park in north eastern Maine is perched on Mount Desert Island. Created in 1916 through the boundless vision and generosity of early 20th century luminaries including the Rockefeller’s, it protects the high rocky headlands along the Atlantic coastline and provides endless enjoyment and breathtaking views limited only by what the eye can see.

The path to Bar Island opens for four hours around the low tide mark in a slow tableau of discovery, and treasure hunters search for sea glass in shimmering shades of jade, cobalt, amber and crystal.

The 27 mile loop in primary Acadia provides access to many spectacular sights of which Jordan’s Pond and its 31/2 mile rugged hike was my favorite. The North and South Bubbles stand majestic at the mid point and climbing to the summit of the south bubble challenged my self vision of fitness, compensated only by fantastic vistas on all sides.

The towns of Bar Harbor, Southwest harbor, Northeast harbor and countless other quaint fishing villages hug the coast of Mount Desert Island and provide delicious fare. Thurstons lobster pound in the tiny town of Bernard was a favorite.

The quaint town of Wiscasset on the way to Acadia has one of the most famous lobster shacks in the state and the 11/2 hour wait was worth every bite of my fried scallops and lobster roll, both fresh off the boats that morning.

Portland, ME is the charming capitol of the state and eating is definitely the primary occupation along the waterfront.

The breakfast B in the B&B’s we stayed at became a favorite part of my day with delicious surprises every morning: poached pears in cream and raspberry sauce, eggs benedict in red pepper sauce, almond cake with whipped cream, pineapple with mascarpone filling, Frittata with sour cream and seasonal vegetables, local blueberries in a muffin, and a melt in your mouth omelette roll stuffed with gruyere and caramelized onions.

Lighthouses abound in Maine. My favorite: Owls Head light in Rockland, harking back to a time when keepers and their families kept lonely vigils through long winters braving the wrath of east coast blizzards and storms.

Owls Head Light

Portland Head light, Portland

Bass Head Light, Mount Desert Island

Curtis Lighthouse, Camden

Bickford Head Light, Kennebunkport

Mount Desert Light, Bar Harbor

Maine certainly grabbed my imagination imprinting it’s beauty forever in my memories.

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On our way back home, Boston provided a final thrill as we catamaran’d over to the Stellwagen marine sanctuary to see a pod of humpback whales cavorting in the ocean.

Another set of travel experiences made extra special with the companion accompanying me on the trip.

Adios amigos till next time!!!

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A whimper becomes a roar: Mighty Mississippi

In its own way, my stateside life for the past 38 years has followed the flow of the Mississippi. A first glimpse of its blue waters captured the imagination as I read of early pioneers navigating its swiftness in cattle drawn carts, to seeing its silt laden sluggish flow near New Orleans; as it slowed its long journey from tiny beginnings in northern Minnesota to its broad delta at the Gulf of Mexico. It’s waters have woven into the stories of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn and river boats still churn water wheels for tourists hoping to write themselves into its history.

Our adventure into the north land began with a delightful stay at a friends cabin high above Big Sand Lake and close to Lake Itasca, the source of the river.

Itasca State Park on a crisp azure 70 degree day fulfilled its promise, showcasing the headwaters discovered in1832 in a glorious light.

Lake Itasca flows over a natural dam of stones and rocks into a shallow pool, and the newborn Mississippi starts its long journey down to the Gulf.

As intrepid adventurers we forged the river. It was fun to believe that a part of us left behind that day would eventually spill into the Gulf of Mexico.

The lake life which is so beloved to Minnesotans and an integral part of growing up in this land of 10000 lakes consists of lazy summer days and nights. Eagles swoop overhead and Loons provide a musical constant in their calls to each other. The pink and white lady slippers, the Minnesota state flower were just beginning to bloom.

Eating and drinking: locally grown asparagus, freshly caught walleye, new potatoes and lamb, were essential pursuits of relaxed days and nights.

A special treat was homemade Mocassisns drawn and crafted to individual measurements in the charming town of Lake George. A visit highly recommended.

And when it came to saying goodbye it was with the secret wish that we would be up here again before summer gives way to fall.

Adios amigos till next time!!!

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Smoky Mountains, The Biltmore, Mouthwatering Food: Unexpected Asheville

After avidly collecting articles on the area and hoping to make a visit for many years, I finally experienced the vibrancy and natural splendors of Asheville, NC.

Asheville nestles in a bowl of the Smoky Mountains which are majestic and beautiful in their perpetual smokiness and blue haze. There is no better way to experience them than driving along the crests of the southern Appalachians on The Blue Ridge Parkway. The many entrances over its nearly 500 mile journey from Shenandoah Park in Virginia to Great Smoky Mountain Park in North Carolina make it easily accessible unless the fog and low lying clouds that give the mountains their name have other intentions.

The parkway allows for seemingly endless views of parallel ranges connected by cross ranges and scattered hills.

For us, they did not disappoint and provided a glorious spectacle on a cool rainy day for much of our 50 mile meander that weaved through the southern end of the massive black mountains named for the dark green spruce and fir that covers them.

A side trip to Tallulah Gorge rewards with vistas of cascading waterfalls, though the 1000 step journey down and then back up is not for the faint of heart.

Mount Pisgah, donated by the Vanderbilt’s to the US Forest service stands a lonely sentinel at close to 6000 feet.

My favorite treat and a great way to start the day was seeing Asheville rise from its smoked night time slumber from our top floor aerie at the Hotel Indigo.

The quaint downtown of winding streets, restaurants and boutique shopping has not fallen prey to the scourge of fast food and uninspired national brand stores that have ruined other towns of a like ilk.

The River Arts district along the French Broad River is where the old brick tobacco and textile warehouses are now filled with galleries, artist graffitied walls, art studios, glass and metal works and home to the famous 12 Bones Smokehouse, a foodies delight of all things smoked and barbecued. The beef brisket and sides of corn pudding, corn bread and green beans still have me licking my chops.

George Vanderbilt’s chateauesque Biltmore is the largest privately owned home in the U.S at 175,000 square feet. It is the most prominent remaining example of the gilded age. In his time, George was able to gaze at endless vistas of property that stretched for miles and included Mount Pisgah. Though the Vanderbilt’s gave much of the acreage away to the National Forest Service including the mountain, the house and 7000 or so remaining acres still belongs to them. Today, the magnificent house, it’s Renoirs, John Singer Sargents, furniture, a chess set belonging to Napoleon and many other treasures are open to the public.

We spent a delightful day at the Biltmore. Between the house, gardens, winery and views of the mountains under a cloudless blue sky, the day sped by.

Asheville’s burgeoning food scene is exciting to dive into. Five local chefs have been nominated for a James Beard award.

A reservation is definitely needed at Curate. Kate Button earned her stripes at the now closed El Bulli on Spain’s Costa Brava. Her long saffron painted dining room is carved out of a 1920’s bus terminal and the tapas are delicious. Her signature dish of fried eggplant drizzled in wild mountain bee honey and rosemary was exquisite

All Souls Pizza is unlike any pizza joint I have been too. The owners mill their own grains and pizza toppings are as local as can be.

An Asheville native converted an old gas station into the unlikeliest of restaurants, Gan Shan station. The Pan Asian food with a southern twist is delicious.

And for breakfast lovers like me, Early Girl eatery is a crash course in Appalachian cooking with dishes like biscuits in herb gravy

Waynesville, a picturesque town off the Blue Ridge Parkway served up a delicious repast of fried green tomatoes and southern fried chicken.

On our way to Asheville we enjoyed the home made Colombian delicacy ‘Frijoles Rojos’ that blends red beans, rice, ground beef and avocado and melt in your mouth shrimp spring rolls made by my dear friend Natalia, and the best arepas I have ever tasted at Las Margaritas in Atlanta.

It truly was an unexpectedly delightful vacation and Mango and Fiona’s exuberance remain with us

Adios amigos till next time!

Ruby’s Tips

> I would recommend a stay at the Hotel Indigo. It’s rooms are bright and spacious especially if you are lucky enough to snag one on the top floor aerie. The views especially at sunrise are stupendous and it’s a short walk to restaurants and nightlife.

> Most of the restaurants I have mentioned don’t need reservations but be prepared for lines in the height of the summer season

> I did not make it to Rhubarb, from star chef John Fleer, but I heard it’s in a league of it’s own when it comes to farm-to-table.

> Another one that we did not have time to take in is Buxton Hall Barbecue which serves pasture raised meat every which way.

> Make sure you get to the Biltmore’s gargoyled front door before 9am in season and during weekends otherwise you will be swallowed up by the crowd. There are great restaurants on the property including the Stable Cafe. As it’s name suggests it’s the original stables of the house and has an interesting ambiance. There is also the Bistro and winery at Antler Hills Village a few miles away on the property.

> The gardens designed by Frederick Law Olmsted are beautiful and so are the many walking trails.

> In Asheville, enter the Blue Ridge Parkway at Hwy 74. The magnificent folk art center/guild, about two miles from that entrance is well worth a visit and has a stunning display of mountain art, tapestry, jewelry, crafts and a variety of leather goods etc.

> Waynesville on Hwy 276 off the parkway is worth a lunch and browse of the quaint shops along its Main Street. The precipitous winding descent to the town from the parkway affords great views of the mountains.

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Turquoise lakes, Majestic mountains, Dazzling glaciers

I finally got to experience the Canadian Rockies in all their Fall splendor, a trip that ranks in the top 5 of the multitudes I have taken. Now I wonder why I waited so long!

Winding our way from the dull flat plains of Calgary, Banff National Park presented itself in a smoky haze from the fires that have ravaged British Columbia, Washington state and Montana. With all the natural calamities this summer, the devastating wildfires have received virtually no national attention. However, there was no escaping the stark reality of the devastation, in the haze that obscured the jagged edges of these behemoths whose magnificence could only be imagined.

Banff sits nestled in the mountains and saves itself from crass commercialization by virtue of its setting. An 1880’s railroad town hugging the Bow River it is dominated by the Banff Springs hotel, an imposing castle like structure built in 1928 for guests of the Canadian railroad.

The Icefields Parkway from Banff to Jasper is one of the most magnificent drives I have taken. It rushes through pine forested valleys, with stunning views of the Crowfoot Glacier, Peyto Lake, and Sunwapta and Athabasca Falls that have carved steep canyons by their rushing waters. A 31/2 hour drive based on mileage takes 8 hours or more based on constant stops with their accompanying ‘ooh’s and aah’s’.

The Columbia icefields sits atop a triple continental divide, its melt flowing into the Arctic, Atlantic and Pacific. Trapped by 13 of the highest peaks in the Rockies, the Icefields have retained a large part of its freshwater mass. An expedition onto the Athabasca Glacier in giant snow buses with 5ft tall tires, had us struggling to stay upright on the shiny icy blue surface of the glacier.

Wild life abounds and we saw lots of bull elk and a rare sighting of a carnivorous bear. Juniper berries are in short supply this year and the short video illustrates the bear’s relish of its unorthodox meal.

Autumnal colors were beginning to sweep the wild gorse and carpets of alpine forests.

The jewel of the area and its most famous landmark is Lake Louise with its white ice cream chateau at one end with a glacier cascading down Victoria mountain into aquamarine waters on the other.

Not as famous but just as breathtaking is Moraine Lake in the same area. Its turquoise blue waters caused by the non absorption of light by the silt and moraine swept down by its receding mass, was my favorite.

In the Jasper area, Lake Maligne is a narrow one mile wide gem and a 90 minute cruise takes visitors to Spirit Island, the staple of photographic recognition for Jasper State Park.

Such a wonderful seven days with sensory overloads of every one of my senses:

Great food.

Lots of laughter.

Re-connecting with new and now good friends from our Africa trip on a hike in Johnston Canyon and lunch at Lake Louise chateau.

Constant entertainment provided by noisy magpies, giant ravens and little birds.

Sulphuric hot pools bubbling to the surface at Cave and Basin in Banff.

Visiting the Hoodoos or bewitched mountain.

And above all, being with the only travel companion I wanted to be with.

Adios amigos till next time!!

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Kruger Loves!!

Early morning drives were a favorite in Kruger nestled amongst the Drakensberg mountains. Well before dawn the air was redolent with the earthy smells of the bush. The musky smell of buffalo intruded on the crisp, clean air and birds joyously called out. A pride of 17 lions crossed in front of us with a lioness going about her morning business oblivious to our presence.

The evening before we had encountered the pride as it lay satiated from a buffalo kill. The young ignored their parents in juvenile curiosity and hunger.

On a return visit after sunset, the pride was actively feasting as the cubs burrowed deep into the carcass.
The elemental law of the jungle provides for the side by side dwelling of multiple species. Lions at the top followed by leopard and cheetah as top predators. Equally dangerous are the hyena who move in on the remains and audibly crack juicy bones filled with tempting marrow, followed by jackals and vultures.

We were lucky to get a rare sighting of a black rhino and its baby, an extremely endangered species. Rhino horn sells for $600,000 and it is estimated that there are 60 poaching units operating on any one day in Kruger. The chances of seeing a black rhino in the wild after 2020 are considered to be slim to none. It is cruel and senseless, made lucrative to hungry tribesmen after a false cancer curing claim from an Asian country. Heartbreaking is the calf left behind with no chance of survival.

A cornucopia of the wild delighted our eyes every day.


And finally, the magnificent leopard. The big 5 were our reality now: elephant, rhinoceros, buffalo, lion and the leopard. But I also reveled in the sight of the mongoose, baboons, termites, kudu, wildebeest and gloriously plumaged birds.


It was sad to say goodbye to this heartland of ours. Photos are a poor substitute for the real thing, but keep the memories alive.

Adios amigos!

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Mosi-Oa-Tunya: The smoke that thunders

Words cannot capture the awe inspiring grandeur of the Victoria Falls. The ever present roar of the thundering waters, mist hanging over gorges rising off an arid landscape carved by the Zambezi river snatch breath, soul and mind away.

Walking along the Zimbabwe side of the falls, the river fell over us in soft rain and made walking treacherous on the slippery stone path. A month or so after the rainy season, the main falls cascade down in unabated splendor. In a month or so a large part of the falls will dry up, so great timing on our part!

Discovered by Dr. Livingstone in 1850 and named in patriotic fervor after the great white queen Victoria, current nationalistic fervor to rename the falls by the Zimbabweans gives way to the lure of desperately needed tourism dollars: what if the tourists don’t come if the familiar name of this wondrous sight does not exist and evoke tourism fervor. In other words don’t mess with a good thing.

Lunch at the Lookout cafe overlooking the Batoka Gorge was spectacular. Great food and an even better view. Zip lining and bungee jumping off the legendary Cecil Rhodes bridge connecting Zimbabwe and Zambia over the Zambezi river were pleasant backdrops to the water gushing below.


Memories of Chobe keep surfacing. A rare sighting of the African wild dog (an endangered species) killing an antelope, chased away by vultures, in turn chased away by jackals.

Edwin a beautiful two year old I met at a Namibian immigration post on Impalila island and tribal dancing in a tiny Namibian village where I encountered the sausage tree and it’s fruit for the first time.

Oh Africa!!

But the last memory as sleep claims me is of Mosi- oa- tunya, the smoke that thunders in my dreams.

Adios amigos till next time!

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Chobe dreams. Botswana and Namibia

I stepped into another reality four days ago when we arrived in Kasane in Botswana and spent the next few days crisscrossing the Chobe river from Botswana to Namibia on the Zambezi Queen. The African elephant, buffalo, hippopotamus, birds of exotic plumage, monitor lizards and crocodiles took their sustenance from the Chobe river as we woke up to their calls, grunts and song every morning.

Water and land safaris in Chobe National Park have ensured that I will never visit a zoo again. The joy of seeing these small and large creatures in their natural environment was a true joy to behold.



It was heartening to see the co-existence that is such a natural part of the eco system. Baboons play on the same sands as elephants, mongoose and antelope with birds dozing beside hippos, crocodiles and buffalo.

And the birds are amazing. Birding could become a permanent hobby for me. So many species can be spotted in a few minutes that it has left me with a permanent crick in the neck.



The crocodile is magnificent and ubiquitous. It dozes silently on the sands but moves with the flicker of the eye. One has to consciously not think of the consequences of taking a tumble off the boat.

Well life is an adventure but Oh how wonderful it is!

Adios amigos to the next time!

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