We loved the food and the atmosphere of Rosie’s Cafe so much that we returned there for breakfast this morning. The French Toast with jackfruit, strawberries, pineapple and banana was delicious.
As the sun was shining, we took an hour long boat ride up the river. It was a largely uneventful trip with minimal birdlife. Some local fisherman were doing anything but fishing, as we discovered, when they cast their net and suggested that they would do it again for a small fee.
There are a number of not-for-profit organisations working to promote the training of youth in the hospitality industry. Today we had lunch at Streets and enjoyed summer rolls, Cao Lau and a Banh Mi.
The Chua Phap Bao Pagoda was our next stop.
Tonight is the Lantern Festival for the full moon. We’re looking forward to heading out to join the festivities.
We’re in Porto. This post skips a couple of detours (Cascais and Sintra) we took along the way. Catch up posts will follow as and when time allows.
For now, here are some of the highlights of Porto thus far.
The Douro River
Port (of course)
The Luiz I Bridge
The Lello Bookstore
It’s not often that you get charged to enter a bookshop. The 3 Euro entry fee was instigated in July of this year to control the numbers of people who are there only to see and photograph the amazing Art Nouveau features of this interior. Guilty as charged. (Your fee comes off the price of any books you buy).
The Majestic Cafe
We baulked at the 30 Euro per person breakfast and managed to get away with just over half that for two of us – coffee, tea, French toast and custard tarts.
Tile art at Sao Bento Railway Station
The Theatre District
Art and decoration on signs and walls and shopfronts
A Nutella dessert restaurant attracting the crowds
It was a gorgeous autumn afternoon in Morro Bay and we took a stroll around town before having a meal with sunset views.
This memorial seat is pretty impressive. Nick must have been a rev-head extraordinaire to warrant a bench like this.
This morning, we faced towards the east and took (roughly) the direction of Route 58 to Mojave before heading north on 14 towards Ridgecrest where we’re staying the night before going to Death Valley tomorrow.
Today was solar farms and squirrels and even drier landscape than yesterday. We passed by place names like Pumpkin Center and Weed Patch Highway and saw our first Joshua Trees. Where irrigation is possible during the drought, we saw dairy cattle, grapevines and peach trees. Wind turbines are working well in these wide open spaces.
We stopped off near Mojave to eat some lunch and watched this long freight train pass through. Behind us was the Mojave graveyard of 747 planes.
Red Rock Canyon gave us a taste of what we might see tomorrow as we venture north and further inland.
When you board the USS Bowfin at Pearl Harbour, you understand how well the crew needed to get along. Can’t help wondering if one of the selection criteria for submariners is to not be very tall.
We took the boat out to view the USS Arizona Memorial. Due to recent storms and flash flooding, the water was very murky, making it impossible to view the sunken vessel. This view is taken from the USS Missouri mooring site, looking down Battleship Row where so much damage was done when the Japanese bombed the harbour in 1941.
The USS Missouri is out of commission these days. The Japanese Instrument of Surrender was signed on the Missouri in Tokyo Bay on 2 September 1941.
This statue is one by Seward Johnson, also famous for his Forever Marilyn piece.
We’re off again, this time circumnavigating the planet over a couple of months with some amazing destinations ahead of us. Our first stop is Honolulu for a few days. We’re staying a couple of blocks away from Waikiki Beach which favoured us with some sunshine on our first day, in between pretty consistent rain showers and the odd storm.
This Buddhist Temple in the centre of Colombo houses the most eclectic collection with a surprise around every corner.
The pieces for our next leg of travel (getting to Colombo) weren’t fitting together. The internet wasn’t helpful as we couldn’t access the Sri Lankan rail timetable. There was conflicting advice from travel blogs about the availability of first class tickets and our hotel wasn’t set up to assist with travel advice.
In the hopes that another place might be more helpful, we moved to a hotel further south on the lake. As we walked in that direction, a tuk-tuk driver named Bandula sought our custom.
Where are you from? Where are you going? What are you doing today? We mentioned that we wanted to go to Colombo on Monday.
No. First class hasn’t been available for 18 months. Second class is very comfortable. You will have your own seats.
He then called the railway station and ascertained that we could pre-book them. After we dropped our bags, we were off to the Railway Station at Polonnaruwa in search of tickets.
Come this way.
Before we knew it, we were behind the counter getting individual attention.
Seats booked, we headed back to our new digs with tickets in hand and a tuk-tuk booking for the next morning.
There’s a poem developing about our return trip to Bago today. It will have to wait though as I’m too tired to do anything but post photographs. We took pot luck on departure times and wandered around a bit before boarding the 11.00 am train. It was a two hour ride, with a whistle-stop pillion-riding tour of the major sites in Bago before heading back to the station to buy a ticket for the 3.15 pm train to Yangon.
No seats! Our motorcycle driver took us to a local cafe for cold drinks and samosas while he negotiated a taxi ride for us to get back to the city.