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Cyprus Cyprus Christmas trip 2024

Nicosia: the Divided City’s Southern (Greek) Side

I left Larnaca for Nicosia, the capital of Cyprus, was the reason for my trip. The last divided capital city in Europe, it is bisected between the Republic of Cyprus in the south and the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus. When Cyprus got its independence from the British in 1960, conflict simmered between the Greek Cypriots and the Turkish Cypriots. It boiled over in 1963 in the superbly named “Bloody Christmas” (not to be confused with the very entertaining horror movie Christmas Bloody Christmas) when Greek Cypriot policeman killed two Turkish Cypriots. Violence erupted and over about four days, and ending on Christmas Day. 538 people were killed, with the Turkish Cypriots taking a little more of the casualties. Following that, more conflict until 1974 when the Greek side tried to take over the Turkish side and the Turkish side in turn invaded the Greek side. So a proper demilitarized zone (officially the United Nations Buffer Zone in Cyprus) was set up between the two states and dividing Nicosia in half. And that is what I wanted to see.

Getting to Nicosia

Unless you’re driving, the easiest way to get from Larnaca to Nicosia is by bus. It’s just a regular city bus that runs between the two cities and costs about €7.00. They leave about every 30 to 60 minutes from a bus stop on the main road in Larnaca that runs parallel to the sea. You can’t pre book and I recommend getting there early because the day that I went there were so many people that the bus filled up with not everyone getting on board. Also being the first person there doesn’t necessarily guarantee a seat, so I recommend arriving early and having sharp elbows. The ride was pleasant and dropped me off right in the town, on the Greek side.

*bus stop in Larnaca & bus stop in Nicosia*

Where I stayed

I made my way to my hotel, Kipros Accommodation. It was an odd little place but with some charm. It was a good location, and I had a room with a private bathroom sort of upstairs from a tiny little reception area. It didn’t have much in the way of amenities, but it had everything that I needed and when I arrived until the room was ready they immediately offered me coffee which I appreciated. I had decided that I would spend my two days in Nicosia spending one night on the Greek side and one night on the Turkish side so I could have the best of both worlds.

Exploring Nicosia

I went out to explore.

The main attraction for me in Nicosia was really the border, but other than that it was a delightful town with attractive old streets and some old churches and occasionally a bit of street art. There were a couple of streets lined with busy restaurants and shops. (There was much more to the city outside of the more historical centre in which I spent most of my time but I didn’t venture into the other part of the city except to find the odd cigar store.) It doesn’t rank as one of the most charming European cities that I’ve been to, but I absolutely liked it and I think it was a good place to spend a day and a night. Also, I was happy to be there at Christmas as they were nice Christmas decorations and occasionally people playing live music and it had a good festive atmosphere.

I visited the Cyprus Museum, which was a small to medium sized museum of antiquities, which was excellent. Given the age and geography of Cyprus and the fact that Nicosia itself has been inhabited for 5500 years, the artifacts on display were impressive. The museum itself feels kind of old and rough around the edges, but the displays were wonderful.

I also visited the excellent Nicosia Municipal Arts Centre, better known as the NiMAC, which is the largest contemporary Art Museum in Cyprus. It was also enjoyable and filled with new and unusual art and installations.

I wandered around and explored the area, which was interesting because occasionally I would be walking down a street and then suddenly come to a dead end, not because the street ended but because it would be the green line border between the city’s halves. There were two places that had checkpoints, but other than that the streets would end with barrels stacked high and barbed wire with a patrolman on a little platform of above, or sometimes it would just be another wall cutting the street in half with video cameras on top monitoring activities. It was very peculiar. I was so curious to crossover but that would wait until the next morning.

*walls to block traffic before the border wall*

Smoking Cigars in Nicosia

One of the best surprises about Cyprus was that it is an excellent place for cigars and cigar smoking. There were several cigar stores on the Greek side, and I visited about three of them including a La Casa del Habano. All of the stores had wonderful selections and tremendous prices. I bought a box of Ramon Allones Specially Selected and it cost about the same as what you would pay in Cuba. (And, no, they weren’t counterfeits.) The first store that I went to (Cigar Haven) was a tiny store with a little humidor and a couple of chairs. It also had a lounge, but I opted to sit in the store and chat with the owner. A delightful guy we chatted about cigars and life in Cyprus, and he played Tom Jones music nonstop. Tom Jones actually became sort of the unofficial soundtrack of my time in Cyprus because people everywhere seem to be playing his music. I learned that he had recently performed there and lot of people had (re)discovered his music and were digging it. I can’t complain.

I enjoyed my visit to that cigar store, but I also smoked at the lounge at the La Casa del Habano, which was on a residential street in a yellow house and I went to another store with the lounge (Tobacco House Cyprus) and chatted with the guys there as well. The best thing was smoking cigars outside of the shops wasn’t really a problem. Occasionally a restaurant would have a no smoking sign on their patio but for the most part smoking on any patio was fine.

My greatest smoking experience there though was when I saw this adorable little cafe, and I wanted to go there for breakfast. They had a few seats outside and I thought it would be perfect to sit outside and have my morning cigar (a Davidoff); it was raining, but there was an awning over the patio. I went inside and asked the fellow if I could sit outside and he said “why don’t you sit inside?” And I said “Because I want to smoke.” Her replied, “You can smoke inside.” I said, “Can I smoke this?” And I held up the cigar, thinking that surely that would be a deal breaker, but he smiled and said, “It is no problem, you are in Cyprus.” I melted with warmth and happiness. I ordered to show my appreciation I ordered more food and coffees than I would have normally and I sat there enjoying my coffee and my cigar in this charming cafe, which had several cats in it by the way, and no one even looked at me sideways. How civilized.

All in all, I had about a day and a half on the Greek side of Nicosia. I was satisfied with that amount of time, but I also wouldn’t object to going back. I think I would like to see more of the country and I would certainly go back and avail myself of the hospitable cigar culture there.

But after a nice sleep, I awoke the next morning had my cigar breakfast and prepared to cross the border to the other side of the city. More on that in the next post.

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Layover in Freising

I was flying back to Vancouver from Bucharest and I had a five-hour five-minute layover in Munich. Whenever possible I like to go into the cities where I have the layovers, and if I had five hours in Frankfurt, I would have gone into the city, but Munich is a different story. Munich is a little too far from the airport for that length of a layover. I waited for a moment and thought I could go in have a coffee and immediately come back, but that seemed a bit stupid, so I looked at other options and I found one 15-minutes away: Freising, Germany.

Freising is a small medieval city, founded in 739AD, apparently the oldest in Bavaria, and it’s very near to Munich airport.

I landed at about 7:15 in the morning and immediately made my way to a bus stop just outside the airport. There is a train that goes from the airport to Freising, but on this particular day or this particular time the train wasn’t a convenient option. The bus was super convenient and quick. It was just before 8:00 when I arrived in the city. It was cold and it was misty and pretty much everything was closed. I saw only one or two other people out on the streets. It felt kind of magical. The city apparently has a population of close to 50,000 but arriving in the historic centre that seems hard to believe. The centre is very medieval and picturesque.

I did a little research later and found out that over the years Freising has been at the centre of all sorts of misfortune, from being sacked during the Thirty Years’ War, to being bombed during the Second World War, to inadvertently harbouring a key member of al-Qaida. Of course, my favourite historical tidbit was that it was a site of witch hunts, during which time they executed several witches. Between 1590 And 1722, at least 47 people were executed for witchcraft in the town of Freising, most by either burning or beheading. The batch of witch trials in the 1700s were primarily against beggar children who were accused of witchcraft, several of whom were ultimately beheaded. Children. Did you know that German has a word specifically for witch trials against children? It does and it is Kinderhexenprozesse. Excellent.

Of course, I didn’t know any of this when I was in Freising that day because I picked the town and went there spontaneously. All I knew is that it was a charming little town shrouded in mist. I had a very pleasant walk around and eventually a café opened up, and I had coffee before heading back to the airport by the bus.

I would be happy to have another layover in Munich just long enough for me to visit Freising, but hopefully a little later in the day so I could see what the town is like when things are actually open, and people are about. Plus, I believe there is a museum there that focuses on the witch trials, and I would like to visit that. It was a delightful end to a wonderful trip to Romania and Moldova, and which allowed me to be able to say that I have now visited every country in Europe.

Back at the airport in Munich, they had a proper Christmas market outside, which was delightful.

It was late November, but my travels for 2024 weren’t over. As I had a Christmas trip to Cyprus coming up next.

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Transporting to Transnistria

On my second day in Moldova I left Chișinău and took a tour to Transnistria.

The Unrecognized Country

One of the coolest things about visiting Moldova is that it gives you the opportunity to visit the territory most commonly known as Transnistria. When the Soviet Union broke up in 1990 and Moldova became its own country, Transnistria declared itself an independent state and it has remained that way, although it is technically part of Moldova it is not recognized as a sovereign country. So for those of us that are counting UN countries, we can’t include it in our country count, but it’s certainly a place worth visiting and is a bit of a political and geographic curiosity.

Throughout this post I’m going to refer to it as ‘Transnistria’ although its full name is the Pridnestrovian Moldavian Republic or PMR. About two months before I visited it became illegal to refer to it as Transnistria and the requirement is to refer to it by its full name or as Pridnestrovie, but It is still commonly known as Transnistria so that’s the name I’m going to use. (Although I do really enjoy pronouncing Pridnestrovie with a Russian-sounding accent.)

Getting There

You can absolutely visit on your own from Chișinău driving or on a bus, but I had only one day and I wanted to learn about the region, so I hired a guide for the day. I booked for a company called PMR Tours, and I would highly recommend them. They have a vast array of tours of Transnistria ranging from half a day to multiple days and the tours can focus on micro topics like mosaics or beer or Jewish history. I picked two half day tours and combined them. I did a general history tour and a Soviet tour.

I was picked up at my hostel by a driver, Zhenya, big and stern-looking (but nice) who spoke no English, and we drove across the border into Transnistria. You need to bring your passport with you to cross into Transnistria and they will stamp a piece of paper and put it in your passport. It feels a little bit intimidating crossing the border, as there are armed Russian soldiers and proper checkpoints, but I get the feeling that it’s just for show more than anything. The drive took about an hour and a half, maybe a little less.

Bender

We drove to a city called Bender, where I was joined by my English-speaking guide Valiery. Bender is an old town dating back to at least the beginning of the 15th century and was a great place to start our tour as it is a place of a lot of historical significance. It is home to the medieval fort called Tighina Fortress, which we toured, and I learned a lot of history about the region.

Also enjoyable was that the fort had a small museum of instruments of torture. While I will seldom pay anymore to go into a torture museum, I’m always happy when I get to look at the instruments of torture. I just can’t get over how cruel we are and the lengths to which we spent time and energy coming up with new and innovative ways to be cruel. It’s so awful that I can only find it amusing. There was one other fellow who was there as a tourist, and we were both in the torture museum at the same time. We hadn’t spoken to each other, so finally I just blurted out to him, “So, what’s your favorite form of medieval torture” And it turned out to be a great conversation starter. Since then, I have used it at two separate business networking events to start conversations with strangers when I was bored. Give it a try. People will think that you are a weirdo, but it really does get the conversation going.

*instruments of torture – and conversation starters*

From the fort we drove a little more into the city and made stops to visit tanks and monuments and memorials to battles, fallen soldiers, and Holocaust victims.

sights of Bender

Outside the Cities

The owner of PMR Tours (I think), Andrey, joined us and we drove through Bender to visit some churches outside of the city. On the way we passed and stopped at some excellent Soviet era monuments and a couple of mosaics. I love that in the Soviet times they would do these elaborate mosaics not just for government buildings or art galleries, but to commemorate industry. That was the case on this company that made electrical cables, and still does.

We visited a massive monument to the two World Wars, which also gave a wonderful view of the countryside, misty and green.

We stopped to visit another building, and I can’t recall what the significance of the building was historically, but it had an enormous Lenin head out front, and as some well-preserved Soviet paintings inside.

During the drive and all the stops, I got to ask lots of questions about Transnistria today. Transnistria in most ways does function like a sovereign territory. It has its own border controls and currency. It has its own police and soldiers and ambulances and government. It’s just that it’s under the umbrella of Moldova.

Tiraspol

We got to a river, with a car ferry. It was a very simple operation. We drove onto the ferry which crossed the river using some sort of chain under the surface. A man, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth used a large lever and winch to pull us across the river. He had a friendly dog as his companion.

A short drive later and we were into Tiraspol, the capital of Transnistria. The history continued, but much of the visit to Tiraspol was focused on taking me to Soviet era buildings and statues of Lenin. I thought Minsk had the most statues of Lenin, but Transnistria is a contender for the most Lenins I’ve seen in one country.

Tiraspol is a nice city. It had a beautiful park, lots of public statues, and the sort of broad streets and big buildings that you would expect from the Soviet Union. The public statues were particularly impressive, not only of Lenin, but of people who fought in the wars, of the celebrated cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin who died at 34 in a MIG crash, and of…Harry Potter. Yes, there is a statue of Harry Potter just outside of the local university. The reason for it, allegedly, is that Harry Potter stood up against the prevailing forces and was brave and fought for justice and freedom. I suppose this resonates with the people of Transnistria as they have been oppressed and fought for independence from the Soviet Union and from Moldova and that fight carries on. In 2024 this seems a little bizarre, but I can imagine that 50 or 100 years from now Harry Potter will just be a historical literary figure, and it will be less bizarre that he is depicted in marble.

A lot of accounts of Transnistria describe it as quirky or bizarre, and I think the Harry Potter statue is one example that could warrant that description, but I didn’t find Transnistria to be weird. It is just a small territory striving for independence with a strong connection to its history. There is a lot of pride there and I think it’s a bit demeaning to write it off as just a quirky roadside attraction.

*a monuments to students and faculty who fought in WWII*

We wrapped up the tour with lunch at a local restaurant, and I chatted with my two guides. This was one of my favorite things about the trip because unexpectedly, the conversation took a turn from the history and contemporary politics of Transnistria into semi-professional arm wrestling.

One of my guides is incredibly passionate about arm wrestling. I think it came up because I told him that I was from Canada and there was some arm wrestler from Canada, but I can’t quite recall the origins. But once he started telling me that he was involved in arm wrestling I could not stop asking questions. At first I thought it was just a group of guys that got together to arm wrestle in someone’s garage once a week, but he explained that it’s much more organized than that and that they have arm wrestling equipment and specific exercises, and they have matches, and it’s a whole community of people that are passionate about this activity. I’m not a documentary filmmaker, but I would like someone out there who is to make a documentary about the men of Transnistria and their experiences around semi-professional arm wrestling, because it sounds like a fascinating tale of masculinity, competition, and personal identity in state struggling for recognition. Seriously, somebody please make this movie.

I rejoined with my original driver and was taken back to Chișinău, Moldova. It was such a wonderful day. I really wish that I had spent or could have spent more time there, and I would absolutely consider going back to spend a few days in one of the villages of the countryside.

That evening, I went out for dinner at a surprisingly good Italian restaurant (Little Napoli) for pizza and a glass of local wine and then back to my new favourite Moldovan cocktail lounge, Marlene, and had another cigar and cocktail, shivering in the night air. It had been a great day.

I still had one more day in Moldova before I would return home. On to the next day…

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On the Dracula Trail in Romania

There was no question that I was going to do a day trip to visit Bran Castle (popularly known as ‘Dracula’s Castle”) from Bucharest. The question was how best to get there.

Setting Out

It is possible to get there by public transportation, but it seemed like a bit of a tight journey to do in a day. It would have involved taking a train and then a bus or taxi and it would have been a little bit too much to do in one day. So, I found a small tour where they take you to the castle for the day and back again; however, the night before I received an email from the small tour company saying they didn’t have enough people to run the tour, so they had moved me onto one of those big bus tours. I was disappointed. I didn’t want to be in one of those big buses, led around by a person with an umbrella, but at this late hour, I didn’t have a choice. So the next morning I got up early, grabbed a coffee, and went to the bus stop.

It was one of those big buses crammed full of people. I wanted to feel like I was too cool for that sort of tourist transportation, and maybe I am, but it actually turned out to be okay. This tour was little more than transportation. They shuttled us from stop to stop and as we approached they told us a few things about the place we were visiting and then they set us free to wander on our own. So it was fine.

*a couple of pictures i took from the bus window*

Magical Peleș Castle

The first stop was at Peleș Castle, just outside of Sinaia. The castle is closed Mondays and Tuesdays, so we would just be making a stop outside to wander around the grounds. The castle was built in the late 1800s by the then King of Romania, Carol I, in a neo Renaissance Gothic-Revival style. It is beautiful. It has the look of a castle that you might draw when you were a little kid, with tall, pointed turrets in a relatively small footprint but rising high in the mountains. It is surrounded by forests just outside of the town. What made the stop at the castle my favourite thing that I did in Romania though, was that it was snowing. This was in November, so it was chilly, but everywhere else on my trip the temperature stayed above zero and usually closer to 10°. But as we were a little higher in the mountains, the temperature dropped, and the snow began to fall. Even as we reached the town and castle, the trees were dusted with snow and flakes were falling. I was giddy. I love snow. As we walked around the castle, the snow was falling heavily and everything looked magical. I can’t imagine a prettier setting.

Bran Castle

From there we drove to Bran Castle. Dracula’s castle. Bran Castle is about 25 kilometres outside of Brașov, in the town of Bran. This castle was built from the late 1300s by the Saxons, so it has a more medieval kind of look to it. It is dramatic. it’s situated on top of a rocky hill looming over the town. It is famous for its association with Dracula and Vlad the Impaler, although the basis for these connections is tenuous at best. Bram Stoker never visited this castle and there’s nothing to suggest that he even based the castle in Dracula on Bran Castle. Vlad the Impaler is believed to have stayed there occasionally or at least once, but it was never his residence. The whole Dracula thing is largely just myth and marketing – but that doesn’t mean it isn’t cool.

Bran Castle is imposing and impressive, and Vlad the Impaler was a bloody and malicious ruler so, Dracula or not, it’s still a great place to visit. There are lots of Dracula representations around the castle, from the souvenirs sold in the town to the depictions of Dracula and Romanian spooky folklore figures like werewolves and ghosts in the castle. It’s a little bit cheesy, but I loved it I love anything monster and horror related so this was right up my alley. Plus, Vlad the Impaler? What a monster. What a badass. Impaling your enemies on stakes and a warning to others. That’s an impressive level of cruelty and drama.

I walked through the castle and then took a couple of moody selfies wearing my most goth sunglasses next to a gravestone at the bottom of the castle. Maybe I listened to a little Bauhaus on my headphones. I had a goth moment and high school me was proud. Who am I kidding? 48-year-old me was delighted.

Dale Raven North, elder Goth

I had a coffee and a pastry and we were back on the bus headed to Brașov.

Brașov

Brașov is a historical city with its own dark history. The pretty town square was once used to burn witches. Really.

We had an hour or two in Brașov. It was getting dark, and it was cold as a little snowy. I visited the Black Church (paid entrance; it was only ok), enjoyed a coffee at a cute café, wandered around. My favorite things (apart from the witch history) were the narrow alley way that was covered in graffiti and the town’s emblem, which was a crown with the roots of an oak tree.

Back on the bus, we headed back to Bucharest. I had a small cigar and headed back to my hostel for the night. I had an early flight to a new destination: Moldova.

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Finding Train Street in Hanoi

The number one thing that I wanted to do in Hanoi (see my main post about Hanoi here), was visit “Train Street.” If you’re the sort of person who is reading this post, you probably already know what Train Street is, but just in case you don’t, it is a section of train tracks in the Old Quarter of Hanoi where trains pass through multiple times a day just inches from the businesses along the tracks. It has been this way for as there were businesses there, but has become kind of a phenomenon since Instagram where people can see the exciting videos of trains zipping by inches from packed cafes.

I don’t know when I became aware of Train Street but as soon as I did, I had to go. I love trains and I like weird things, so this seemed perfect for me. The difficulty is figuring out how to do it. I had an old Lonely Planet this showed me roughly where the Train Street access was, but it was an old book and since about 2019, the police have really clamped down on tourists visiting Train Street. I’m not aware of anyone actually being killed, but you could see that there’s a possibility if someone would not fall the rules. And there are stories of close calls, usually from tourists trying to take the perfect shot and waiting too long to leave the tracks. The other difficulty in visiting Train Street was figuring out when the trains pass and on which day. This is something that changes, so I scoured the Internet looking for a recent post from someone who had been and I just hoped that their information was accurate.

I walked along the train tracks by “224 Lê Duẩn Street” (this is the small street along the tracks; not the larger Lê Duẩn Street running parallel) until I found an access point up onto them. This was a part of the tracks where there were businesses only on one side of the tracks. I sat down and had a coffee trackside. But there were two problems: one there was a policeman who yelled at me anytime I attempted to take a picture of the train tracks; and two, the tracks only had businesses on one side, so it didn’t give that atmosphere that I was looking for. I decided to abandon my post and walk further down. (The header image on this post if of this side of the tracks.)

I did walk further down, and I found another access point, however when I tried to walk up the hill and across the tracks I was stopped by police officers. One woman grabbed my arm trying to pull me up onto the tracks to take me to her cafe, while the policeman grabbed my other arm and tried to pull me back down. I shook them off and yelled “get the fuck away from me” before walking away.

At this point, I was feeling dejected. Maybe it wasn’t possible to visit Train Street anymore. Or maybe the whole experience was just too unpleasant. I was walking along, and I turned a corner, and I saw what looked like a little repair shop, but I saw a picture of a train and an arrow and some little steps and I decided to follow it. I walked through the repair shop and up the stairs and found myself in a cafe along the train tracks at a perfect spot. It looked just like how I imagined with two-story rows of businesses on either side of the tracks just a foot or two away. And lots of hustle and bustle. This was near where “224 Lê Duẩn Street” meets “P. Khâm Thiên” street. Right about where the yellow star is on this map.

*map detail showing where i eventually and successfully accessed train street*

The proprietor of the cafe was happy for business, and I was happy to have found a good spot for the train. He also had a train schedule posted on the wall and I could see that I was only about 45 minutes away from the next passing. I sat down and ordered several coffees and enjoy this car. Other tourists came and sat at the tables, and we chatted a bit which was fun. Also fun was just watching all the people on the tracks posing for pictures, shopping for souvenirs, and enjoying the atmosphere. It felt very festive. If I had had to sit there for an hour or more waiting for the train, it wouldn’t have been a hardship.

At a certain point, a siren went off and people began herding the tourists off of the tracks. Everyone obeyed. Then we heard it coming. The train snaked around the corner and came close. I mean it really came close. It was less than a foot away from my head as it zoomed by. It was really cool. This was not one of these things that you do and you kind of think “OK well that’s something that I’ve done.” I loved this I thought it was exciting and different and while normally I would be irritated that there were so many tourists there, in this case I didn’t, it just added to the fun.

I actually ended up going back to Train Street (although a different quieter part of it) the next day as part of the motorcycle tour that I went on, but this time where I had to find it myself was much more fun.

So many of my very memorable travel experiences involve trains, whether it’s overnighting on former Soviet trains, or riding on top of the iron ore train in Mauritania, or smoking cigars with locals on an overnight train in Myanmar. There’s just something romantic and exciting about them. And so this was another experience to add to the list.

I’m not going to bother posting the train schedule, because I’m sure that changes. If you want to visit Train Street I think the best thing to do is find the access points on a map, but then try to find the most recent information that you can from social media or blogs about what time the trains go by. Obviously, I can’t speak to what the security situation will be. The police seemed pretty set on keeping tourists out, but the business owners keep finding ways to let them in. But I think it is definitely worth doing for as long as they allow it.

The next day, my final one in Hanoi, i would go on an excellent motorcycle tour.

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Weird and Wonderful Buddha Park

Thing I had most looked forward to in visiting Vientiane was Buddha Park, a tourist attraction that is basically exactly what it sounds like, a park full of Buddhas, but it much cooler than it sounds. But first I had to figure out how to get there.

Buddha Park is located about 25 kilometres outside of Vientiane. It is possible to get there by a bus and I consider doing that, but everywhere I went in Vientiane I kept seeing these little signs attached to trees offering a day tour to Buddha Park and a few other sites in a tuk tuk for $10 by a man called Tungchai. It seemed like a good price and exactly what I wanted, but I questioned whether it was a good idea to message a stranger based on a piece of paper nailed to a tree and agree to go anywhere with him. But the more I saw the signs, the more I thought, ‘surely this person can’t be a killer, or they wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble.’ I messaged the fellow on WhatsApp and arranged to be picked up the next day.

*I mean, it’s laminated. That means it’s legit, right?*

It was a great choice. Tungchai arrived the next day on time in his tuk tuk with one other guest. I can’t recall the name of guy who was on the tour with me, but he was a pleasant fellow from Australia with a strong accent who was in Laos on business and had decided to do a bit of sightseeing. I’ll call him Mick. We chatted throughout the day about different places that we had travelled and about where we were from. When I told him I was from Canada he was quite excited because he is a Mormon and had heard about Mormon settlements in British Columbia, Canada where polygamy was allowed or ongoing; he had strong feelings about polygamy and how it should be legal for religious reasons. It was interesting to have that conversation as I’ve not encountered someone who had that belief before in a Mormon context. I took a very open-minded stance and just said that I think that relationships can come in all sorts of configurations and who is anyone to judge, although I had some concerns about the legalities and practical effect. He also told me a story about his son being in prison for homicide. Interesting chat, and he was good company for the half a day that we spent together.

We made a few stops throughout the day. We visited Patuxai (the victory arch commemorating gaining independence from the French), Pha That Luang. the golden temple, and the COPE centre, all of which I had visited the previous day on my walks, but I had no objection to revisiting them. And then it was on to the Buddha Park.

Buddha Park was started in 1958 by a Thai Priest/Sherman named Bunleua Sulilat. His faith was sort of Buddhism influenced by Hinduism as I understand it. He built the park and filled it with statues of Buddhist inspired and deities. Zero set along various paths surrounded by greenery. It was raining when we went, which gave it a magical feel. Even better there were only two other people visiting at the time. The idea of a park full of Buddha statues could sound kind of cheesy, but there’s something about this place that’s just weird and wonderful. The statues are just so odd. You want a giant pumpkin with an angry face that you can walk into and enter a representation of hell? It’s got that. Do you want a guy tugging on the leg of a giant grasshopper? It’s got that. Do you want a statue of various a multi faced Hindu with multiple arms outstretched so that it looks like a carnival ride? It’s got that too. The place is just amazing.

On the way back to the city, we stopped at a couple of other temples. It was a very fun half day trip with good company and interesting stories from our guide, and I never tire of running around in tuk tuks.

And then I was back to visiting Vientiane on my own. I’ve covered the rest of Vientiane in a different post here. The next day I would take the train to Luang Prabang.

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Graceland

I’m an Elvis fan. Not the sort of Elvis fan that has a house decorated in memorabilia or Elvis tshirts, but the sort of Elvis fan that owns all his music and has attended Elvis impersonation festivals more than once, and has seriously considered getting an Elvis tattoo. I love his music, I think he’s cool, and probably the best looking man ever. Going to Graceland was not a question of if I would go, but a question of when. It was the thing I was most excited to do when I went to Memphis.

*me with various Elvis tribute artists & DJ Fontana, Elvis’ drummer for 14 years*

I don’t need to explain who Elvis is or why he’s important or iconic because I think that’s understood. If you’re reading this and you don’t understand that, please go listen to some music.

Graceland is the mansion that Elvis bought in 1957 in Memphis TN for himself his wife his parents and his grandmother. The house was built in 1939 on farmlands, and it was a fairly rural property when Elvis bought it, but since that time it has become more surrounded by neighbourhoods, so it’s properly a part of Memphis now. After Elvis died there in 1977, his grandmother and other members of the family continued to live there. It opened to the public as an attraction in 1982.

Visiting Graceland can be a little bit overwhelming because there are so many options for tickets and experiences. There are the regular tickets, VIP tickets, and other special package tickets. You can even stay at a hotel on the grounds if you want to. I didn’t want to go crazy with all the luxury add-ons, but I did want a good package. I went with the ultimate VIP package. It was a little over $200 US and gave access to pretty much everything. I don’t regret a penny of it.

I took an Uber from my hotel to Graceland. (As a side note this was the first time I had taken Uber. In 2024. I was a late adopter.) Graceland is busy and the tickets are timed. You want to plan and not miss your time slot. I bought the earliest ticket that I could get to give myself lots of time and avoid some of the crowds. It was definitely more crowded when I left them when I arrived.

Arriving at the gates of Graceland I felt very excited. I went inside and picked up my commemorative badge, lanyard, and map and was taken on a little trolley over to the back of the Graceland mansion. We went into a small room that contained memorabilia, and we first watched a short movie about Elvis. Maybe ten minutes or so. By the end of the movie, I was already fighting back tears.

From there we were allowed to walk through Graceland mansion. This wasn’t a guided tour, this was just walking through at your own pace, which was perfect. There are options to take guided tours but that didn’t appeal to me.

The upstairs was off limits, but the main floor and the basement were open to us. The mansion is surprisingly small, but what it lacks in size it makes up for in garish opulence. It’s incredible. It is ostentatious and tacky and over the top and amazing. I took a million photos. I just kept looking at these rooms thinking, oh this is the kitchen where Elvis would have made a sandwich, and this is the sofa where he sat and used that ashtray to smoke his tiny cigars, and this is the piano that he played, and on and on and on. It was incredible.

From the mansion you walk outside, and you see the fields where there are still a couple of horses. You go into his private racquetball court building and walk past the graves where he is buried alongside his parents and grandmother and, most recently his daughter.

And then, if you have the right ticket, you can also visit his private planes. There are two of them on the grounds and you get to go inside. They are the height of 1970s private jet opulence and still smell vaguely of stale cigarette smoke.

All of this alone would have been enough, but once you’re finished with the mansion, you go back to the complex where there are seemingly endless excellent high quality exhibits of Elvis’ clothing, his cars, his movie memorabilia, his gold records, bizarre artifacts like badges that he got from police forces across the country, the TV that he shot a bullet into, his jewellery, his karate gear… It’s a lot. And yet it didn’t seem like enough.

When that was over there was lots of time for exploring the many many Elvis themed gift shops. There are also Elvis themed diners and snack shops on the grounds. I bought my mom’s boyfriends a couple of T-shirts and myself a pair of socks because I’m not one for souvenirs, but I wanted something to remember the day.

I’m not going to say that going Graceland was the greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but it absolutely lived up to my expectations and exceeded them. I can’t explain why I got emotional multiple times on the visit. I fought back tears and I had a lump in my throat. I was just genuinely moved and amazed by everything that this person accomplished and brought to music and culture in his relatively short life. It really hit home as I was in Graceland that I’m older than Elvis ever got to be.

I feel like even if you’re not an Elvis fan, Graceland is worth visiting because it’s such a unique, American, pop culture attraction.

If I ever go back to Memphis, without hesitation, I will return to Graceland for another homage to the King.

After Graceland, I still had another day or so in Memphis. I’ve written about my trip to Memphis in a different post. After Memphis, I flew home and had a brief visit to Charlotte, NC.

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No Vampires at the Hill of Crosses

How to reach the Hill of Crosses from Vilnius

Apart from visiting Vilnius, the thing I most wanted to do was visit the Hill of Crosses. I had to figure out how to get there. The Hill is a couple hours from Vilnius, close to the border with Latvia, but close to little else. There are bus tours from both Riga and Vilnius, but they are long days and didn’t seem worth it, to go all the way there and back in a day. So what if I didn’t go back? I found a car & driver for hire that offered transportation from Vilnius to Riga, stopping at the Hill of Crosses and Rundāle Palace en route. Perfect. I had been to Riga before and loved it, so I was happy to return.

My driver picked me up early on the morning of May the 16^th. A young, skinny, rocker-looking dude who smoked cigarettes and didn’t have much to say. I enjoyed his company and appreciated that he answered any questions that I had about Lithuania.

The Hill of Crosses (Lithuania)

If you’ve seen pictures of the Hill of Crosses you’ll know it immediately by the name. It is a small hill in an open field covered in and surrounded by crosses of varying sizes. It’s unusual, even a bit eerie looking, and beautiful. I wanted to visit it as soon as I became aware of its existence.

The Hill of Crosses is not really a religious site; it is a site of protest. In the 1700s, Lithuania and Poland both became parts of the Russian Empire. On two occasions in the mid 1800’s there were wars of rebellion against the Russians by the Polish and Lithuanian people. The rebellions were put down, but the Hill of Crosses started as a response. Families of lost soldiers who did not have bodies to bury started putting crosses down in the middle of a field as a marker of their loss. During Soviet times, the Hill of Crosses became a place of protest, to assert Lithuanian independence against the Russians. From time to time the Russians would bulldoze the site, but the crosses returned – this, even though the Soviets declared placing crosses on the hill to be a crime punishable by imprisonment.

Since the fall of the Soviet Union, the hill of crosses has grown. It became a popular place for locals to put crosses to remember last soldiers or celebrate their national identity or hope for peace. And it has become a tourist site. The only rule about what sort of crosses may be placed there without a permit is that they must be less than three meters tall. Other than that, anyone can place a cross. And in walking around you will see crosses dedicated to certain soldiers, armies, or wars. But many have no such distinction and are just handcrafted, beautiful crosses of varying sizes.

It is a stunning sight. Even if there were no crosses there, the landscape is beautiful; fields of green, covered in yellow flowers, under the blue sky, and ringed with trees. The fact that these crosses are there in the middle of that landscape is a truly breathtaking sight. And it is a little creepy. Even in the light of day there’s something about eerie about walking in silence through these thousands of crosses. Because I’m an idiot who’s obsessed with horror movies, I started to imagine a horror movie in which vampires were attacking and the Hill of Crosses was the only place that people could find refuge from them. That’s a free idea if anyone wants it. Just give me a note in the credits.

The thing that I also found amazing, is that there is no business associated with this site. There is no entrance fee or guards and no people selling souvenirs. It is just there by the side of the road for anyone who wants to visit it. I’m so happy I made the journey.

Into Latvia

From the Hill of Crosses we drove across the border into Latvia. My second time there, but my first time visiting anything outside of the capital.

The next stop on the trip was visiting Rundāle Palace. Honestly, I wasn’t too interested in visiting the palace; I’ve seen palaces, and they are lovely but I don’t find that they vary too much from one to another. Nevertheless, I was happy to visit this one because it was effectively included in the trip. As it turned out, I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to Rundāle Palace. It was exceptionally beautiful and filled with period furnishings and surrounded by beautifully manicured gardens. There were only a few other people there at the time so I felt like I had the place to myself.

Rundāle Palace Was built in the Baroque style in the 1700s for Ernst Johann von Biron, the Duke of Courland, and who was also briefly the Regent of Russia in 1940. It’s not my style of decor, but it is undeniably impressive.

From Rundāle Palace, we drove further north and stopped briefly for a view of Bauska Castle, a castle built in the 1400s but mostly rebuilt in the 1800s after it was blown up during a war with the Russians in 1706. Another nice stop. If only just for a photo.

From there it was a short drive to Riga, on the shores of the Black Sea.

If you drove directly from Vilnius to Riga without stopping, it would be about a three and a half hour drive. With our stops it turned into more like a 7-hour day, but it was perfect. I got to Riga just in time to check into my hotel and enjoy the rest of the day.

Vilnius: It’s Pretty Amazing

I left Barcelona the day after my trip to Andorra and flew to Vilnius. A direct flight. My first time to Lithuania. There were really only two things that I wanted to do in Lithuania: see Vilnius and visit the Hill of Crosses. Vilnius was first on the list.

Lithuania is a Baltic state, which shares borders with Poland, Latvia, and Belarus, and has a coast along the Baltic Sea. It was a former member of the Soviet Union. Vilnius is Its capital. Lithuania doesn’t get a lot of attention from a tourism perspective, which led the government in about 2018 to come out with a tourism slogan comparing Vilnius to the g-spot: “Nobody knows where it is, but when you find it – it’s amazing“. Terrific.

Arrival in Vilnius

Since this was kind of a last-minute trip, I didn’t have my pick of places to stay. If there were excellent hostels in Vilnius, they were booked up by the time I went there, so I ended up staying at a proper hotel (a Conti Hotel), a little more than I wanted to spend but still within my budget and walking distance to the centre of the city. It was a nice hotel with a swanky lobby in a comfortable room.

My flight landed in the evening and by the time I got to my hotel (via taxi) it was about 8:30pm and the sun was low in the sky. I threw my bag down and walked into the city centre. I was immediately so happy. Barcelona is a good city, but it wasn’t my cup of tea. And Andorra was really just checking a box and I wasn’t that thrilled with what I saw. Vilnius was a welcome sight. I’ve said repeatedly that I’d love former Soviet countries; I have yet to visit one that I didn’t love. And Vilnius just felt so comfortable. I saw the orthodox churches, the charming buildings, and the cobblestone streets, felt the cool air and saw and the relatively stony faces of the people that I passed and I felt at home.

Unfortunately, shortly after landing I got a text message from work and it kind of derailed what should have been a perfectly pleasant evening, but aside from work drama that kept me up until the wee hours of the morning, I did enjoy my walk around the city and I had an excellent dinner on a patio over Georgian restaurant (Khinkalnya Vilnius), was persuaded to drink a couple of shots of chacha by the owner, and had a Cuban cigar on the patio. It was a great introduction to the city, and I couldn’t wait to wake up an explore. (I only got to sleep for about three hours, so I didn’t have to wait long.)

Wandering Vilnius

The next morning, as always, I got up early as it was my only day in the city and I had a lot to see. Vilnius doesn’t have a lot of specific touristic sites; the main thing is just to walk around and enjoy the atmosphere, all of the churches and charming cafes, public art, the pedestrianized streets with restaurants and cute shops.

I don’t know what it’s like to visit at other times of the year, but I think that spring was lovely. It was a little bit cool in the evening which I liked, and it was warm enough during the day to sit outside comfortably. The lilac bushes were in full bloom and everything was green.

There is a ridiculous number of orthodox churches in the city and there it’s worth ducking into all of them. Some of them had beautiful singing happening, and all of them had the glittering excess of Russian orthodox churches, which I love.

For me, one of the key things that I wanted to visit was an abandoned building just outside of the city centre. It was a pleasant walk across a bridge, aside from when an American man who was there standing on the street and proselytizing about Jesus told me I was ongoing to hell when I didn’t take one of his brochures. Oh well. The building is a spectacular abandoned stadium that was opened in 1971 as the Vilnius Palace of Concerts and Sports. It is a massive, brutalist-style concrete structure built in an unusual sort of wave pattern. At some point it was converted into a sort of mall and then it was closed completely in about 2004. It is now covered in graffiti. It is excellent and just a little creepy.

It is also located just near a Jewish cemetery which is also pleasant for a bit of a wander.

Užupis

The other place that I really wanted to visit in Vilnius is the semi-autonomous area of Užupis, which means “beyond the river.” It’s just a short walk from the Old Town, across the river (obviously). In 1997, a group of artists declared it the Republic of Užupis. It’s not really its own state, but it was set up that way. There is a border crossing and it has its own flag and constitution, which is on display in the street and includes such mandates as everyone has a right to be happy, man has the right to individuality, and everyone has the right to appreciate their unimportance. I dig it.

The motto of Užupis is “Don’t Fight”, “Don’t Win”, “Don’t Surrender”.

Part of the idea behind the creation of Užupis is a belief founded in the Aristotelian thought that people should live in small communities where everyone knows one another, which will result in people being more honest and happy. The area is a terrific place to visit. While it was once kind of a derelict ghetto, now it just feels like a proper part of the city but with lots of public art on display and at a lot of small independent businesses and artisan shops. In a way, it’s like Freetown Christiania in Copenhagen except without the focus on drugs.

*The Užupis Cat, which comes with a little poem. Worth finding.*

Back across the River…

I visited the MO Museum (Museum of Modern Art), which is relatively small but definitely worth a visit.

I thought Vilnius was delightful.

Smoking Cigars in Vilnius

Before dinner, I sought out one of Vilnius’ cigar lounges. For a former Soviet country, Vilnius is kind of difficult to smoke in. Indoor smoking wasn’t allowed, and it seemed to be banned on all of the patios. The Georgian restaurant that I ate at the night before let me smoke outside but only because I was the only person on the patio due to the cold weather. Fortunately, there are several hidden smoking rooms in the basements or backrooms of restaurants and a few proper cigar lounges.

I visited one cigar lounge in the old city, Cigarų namai, which was excellent. It had everything you’d want in a cigar lounge, an excellent selection of cigars, beverages for purchase and a calming room full of soft leather furniture. The only downside was they were playing the worst smooth jazz music that I’ve ever heard. It seemed like they only had one CD and it was on repeat. I was there for about two hours, and I heard the CD at least twice. I wanted to kill myself. At some point I just put in my headphones and listen to a podcast while I enjoyed my cigars. Music aside, it was a lovely interlude.

There is another cigar lounge called Cigarų kambarys (Cigar Room) located at Vilniaus g. 29 but upstairs with no obvious signage. I went there as well but it was empty.

I had dinner on a leafy patio and wandered the streets until it was dark. I was very happy in Vilnius, but I was also excited for the next day when I would travel by car to Latvia, stopping at the Hill of Crosses along the way.

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Christmas Day in Reykjavik

Christmas Eve was behind me and i was confronted with my final day in Iceland: Christmas Day. I have not travelled much at Christmas. It is not a cheap as I would like, and some destinations are overcrowded. That said, it is easy to take a long weekend off from work at the holidays, so it is a convenient time for a holiday. Having done it a couple of times now, I can say this: Christmas is a good time to travel, but it is best to avoid Christmas Day.

That said, Iceland does have some fascinating Christmas traditions. There are a group of mischievous fellows called the “Yule Lads” (really) and their raison d’être is performing naughty pranks and delivering gifts to good children by placing them in their shoes. Their mother is a troll names Grýla who collects bad children in a sack and boils them alive, presumably for consumption. And there is the Yule Cat who hunts down people who don’t get an item of new clothing for Christmas and eats them. The best tradition, however, is the ‘book flood’, according to which books are given as gifts on Christmas Eve and then the rest of the evening is spent reading. This sounds wonderful – and after all of the naughty children have been kidnapped and eaten there is certain to be lots of peace and quiet for reading. Of course, I was solo and had no one to exchange Yuletide books with, so I needed to fill Christmas Day a different way.

I was flying home from Reykjavik on Christmas Day, but not until the evening, so I had a day to fill. That was a bit of a struggle. It was dark and cold and almost everything was closed. I ended up spending about $75 CDN on a buffet meal at my hostel. The hostel did have a nice cozy feeling, but no one was particularly chatty, so I ate alone. I am normally happy to eat alone, but on this particular day, where everything seemed a bit depressing, I could have done with some company.

I went out and walked around to sights that I had not yet laid eyes on; things I could appreciate from the outside and walked aimlessly for a while.

I stopped and I had a cigar sitting on a bench outside a closed early that had left its lights on and its pink plastic Christmas tree up and had a cigar. It was so cold, but it felt a bit special.

I then killed some time at the Lebowski Bar, simply because it was open. There was only one other table occupied inside. It did have a cozy feeling and was playing Christmas music. I had a mulled wine and mulled over whether Christmas Day was a good day to be visiting anything.

Fortunately, by early evening it was time to return to the airport.

I loved my time in Reykjavik, but I kind of wished I had left late on Christmas Eve or early on Christmas Day, as the last day just felt like an expensive way of killing time. Lesson learned for the future: use Christmas Day as a day for long haul travel; not for sightseeing.

Despite this, Reykjavik had exceeded my expectations. I can’t stop thinking about its beauty and magic. I even find myself thinking about how relatively close it is to Vancouver and how it is kind of a perfect long weekend getaway. Maybe I will return to see it again – maybe in the summer – but in the meantime there are more new places to discover. Like Dublin, which I would fly to four days later.

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