May 082012
 

It’s always great to have feedback from our holidays, particularly when there is detail to be had. In the case of Simon’s recent holiday to Central America he combines detailed feedback with an eloquence and humour which makes it particularly enjoyable to read. This is unedited and should probably be read in the spirit of wry irony with which it has been written:

I am sorry that it has taken so long to send you your (and Sarah’s) appraisal: Here goes–

1 Arrival and first night in Xandari- hotel wonderful and massage and gardens the best possible way to trash the next morning. And the upmarket gallo pinto was a soft introduction to the real thing.I only ever eat grits in the best hotels.

2. Journey to Leon very exciting with a comotose Sandanista, a wrecked motorcycle and a large cow with a broken leg blocking the main road in front of our bus. Added excitement of touring a small unlit town in search of a policeman to dispatch to the scene ( once found he sped off on a motorbike with no lights) and then a late tired and hungry arrival at hotel with no room at the inn. One night in a windowless room with 4 beds less than satisfactory levels of cleanliness and noisy air conditioning was enough of a gap year experience to last me a lifetime. Suggest you offer all clients with teenage children a one night  excursion to the Pousada del Doctor so that they can tell their cash hungry offspring that they do know what it is like. Jan did a very good job of sorting everything out and it was much like Alan Sherman’s Camp Granada when the sun shone the next morning.

3. We loved Leon  and were relieved to hear that we would not be examined on the endless stream of significant dates in the recent dictatorial and revolutionary past of the Nicas. Enjoyable trip to the coast with a boat whose skipper clearly thought that the wild life would find the roar of his outboard as appealing as young men imagine girls find the sound of their blown motorbike exhausts sexually attractive. Highlight of Leon was seeing the old Sandanistas sitting in a circle in the courtyard of their rest home reliving their violent past–just wish they had been playing ball with a knitted hand grenade.

One good find— Meson Real excellent seafood and other delicacies including Bulls testicles.

4. This sums up our visit to Leon penned in the Cafe in the corner of the square:

Sitting here in Dario’s cafe

thinking about it there is no way

I can avoid for better or worse

writing this in Nico verse.

 

Our guide came at 9 to take us away

to learn about Leon in the course of a day

Somoza the first then another two

till the Sandanistas said “Somozas toodle do”.

 

We saw old guerillas, they had little say

as they say in the sun dreaming of Che

and a youth lost in a battle to free

Leon from Somoza’s tyranny.

 

Then off to the beach to each a bunch

of small lobsters grilled just for our lunch

then into the mangroves to see some birds

in truth not many but there were lots of words.

 

Back to el Convento tired as a dog

but knew we would both sleep like a log

after dinner outside under a tree

and a glass of rum or two or three.

 

5. On the day we were supposed to shin up a pile of volcanic rock and dust it was hot as hell the visibility wasn’t brilliant, my foot was hurting so we did Duke of York but only went half way up. Still a very enjoyable expedition into the country side.

Action packed journey to Granada, old Leon interesting but not spectacular stopped to have a gourmet quesillo which was the most spectacular plastic bag of slime I have ever seen but we did our bit for Queen and Country accompanied by the most disgusting drink of corn out of coconut – I’m sure you know what it is and probably have one every morning.

6. Masaya market interesting, and helped deal with the problem of presents for the family, visit to pottery predictable but I did buy a few small pieces which I was assured had been made there. It must be a remarkably successful business since we saw them all over Costa Rica.

7. Excellent tour of Granada, it was the first time we’d been anywhere in Nicaragua where poverty was being kept at bay. The day on the island was fantastic, thoroughly recommend to anyone.

8. Did you know that the ferry to Ometepe had been a gift from the East Germans, when it wouldn’t even serve their purposes anymore. Fortunately one engine was still working so we got there without problem. After the Dario (which we liked) Totoco was a complete change but we also liked it. I am happy that we live in the only part of East Anglia that is not currently subject to a hose pipe ban and I am not forced to adopt any water saving measures. I wrote a short treatise on compost bogs which I sent to my children – I am sure you’ll find it interesting too!

9. Excellent kayaking trip and lunch on the beach instead of hiking up another volcano. Dinner enlivened by two professionally theatrical women d’un certain age from NYC who needed to consume alcohol with us after finding a tarantula in their bed.

10. Your people in Nicaragua were outstanding, despite the cock-up on the first night. They arrived on time, they were attentive, well informed, happy and never showing the slightest sign of resentment about the obvious differences between their lives and almost anyone elses. Lovely people.

11. Our border crossing was enlivened by our driver flirting so outrageously with the Nica emigration officer that she failed to put the exit stamp into Bettina’s passport. A queue or two later and trudge in the heat of the noon day sun across the border we eventually were set free in Costa Rica – was a difference. Arrival at the Punta Islita and its civilised comforts came none too soon. We were happy to have a room which was not too far away from the restaurant etc as the slog up and down the hill might at times have been a bit too much although they seemed to operate a good golf car system. Lots of R&R con much gusto, beach and sea were great.

12. Interesting journey to Monteverde were we did most of the regulation night and day rainforest trips, which were good. The voucher system doesn’t work as most of the vouchers for Monteverde were for a whole day and we were already booked for a morning tour and the hotel had a policy of not recommending or making bookings for the canopy tours because they had health and safety concerns. Like the hotel where food was good, room not so good as we were given the disabled room, which had huge amount of space in the bathroom and smaller bed so that it could accommodate wheelchair access. Suggest you look at the economics of the voucher system because it was virtually impossible to use them if you are only there for two nights.

13. Very enjoyable ride and boat trip to Arenal to the Lost Iguana which was the least satisfactory of the hotels. The whole place was a bit run down and depressing which I think was reflected in their low occupancy. The local tour people didn’t understand or know about the vouchers but a couple of calls to your agents in San José sorted them out. It was clear to us and indeed we were told later that the activities in the area were fabricated to support tourism whilst the volcano was being lazy and the place slightly felt like this. We had Ecothermales to ourselves, which was great, Corida at La Fortuna in the evening was frontier town entertainment and the next day an excellent trip on a river on the Nica/Tico border – the Rio Frio in the Cana Negra. Here we probably had the best wild life guides and saw the most animals.

14. Nature Air certainly beats the hell out of any ride in a theme park but it got us there and back on days when it was very bumpy.

15. Lapas Rios – fantastic, the best food of the whole trip, nothing was too much trouble, well organised activities and a stunning lunch just for two of us by the waterfall in the forest on my birthday.

16. Delta performed well.

17. All your people in Costa Rica were excellent too. Michael Winner says that he doesn’t book restaurants or hotels, he books tables and rooms. Since there a considerable difference in the quality and enjoyment of apparently equally prized rooms a little attention to try and earmark the best rooms would pay dividends. This is genuinely a suggestion not a complaint, but in the Lapas Rios, for example we came across several people who grumbled about the two day hike from rooms 12-15 to get to breakfast.

18. All in all a huge success – thank you so much to you, Sarah and rest of your team for making it so enjoyable. Sorry to have written at some length but I have tried to give you comments which hope will be useful on the good and the not so good.

Simon travelled in 2012 on our Costa Rica & Nicaragua holiday.

Apr 032011
 

Welcome to the final, part three of the Michael Marks diaries! These are reproduced with the kind permission of Michael who travelled in July last year on a tailored Picos self drive holiday.ALEX 2 2 Picos de Europa holiday diary part 3

Alex, Pura Aventura's star guide in the Picos de Europa

Day Seven

Hotel change day so we packed, had breakfast and said our goodbyes to Javier and set off to Cangas to walk around the Sunday market. There was lots of local produce and especially hams, beans and cheeses. We bought a couple of presents and a fun tablecloth for the kitchen. We sat and had a coffee to watch the world go by. Then we drove off to find our new hotel, 3km south of Llanes.

We drove cross country rather than the main north coast road. When we reached our village La Pereda there was a lot of people roaming around in traditional Asturian costume, celebrating the local saint’s day.

We drove straight to the hotel where we were greeted by a charming long bearded man who spoke English and showed us to our suite. Wow! What a suite….it was huge and beautifully furnished. Probably the finest hotel room I have ever stayed in.

We then walked around the hotel gardens which were also large and very beautiful and examined the pool, which wasn’t so great.

After we unpacked it was down to the village to look at the fair and saw the local dancing accompanied by a bagpipe player and drummers. Yes, it is very Celtic around here.  This was fun and we have a hot dog and a couple of beers in the beer tent. The locals (apart from those in Asturian costume) all seemed like they could have easily been transposed into Hove Rugby Club. I felt quite at home.

We came back to the hotel where I slept for a couple of hours and Hill read her book in the garden until we went down for dinner.

There were three or four families with young kids and the room and service was beautiful. We both had Asturian onion soup to start (not as good as French) but lovely nevertheless. Hilary had chicken and I had meatballs which was delicious. I then had ‘sweet milk’ ice cream with berries and I have to say that was a fantastic taste so that’s one to have again tomorrow.

At 11ish we went to bed but could hear live music at the saint’s day festival. We should have gone but we were tired…the music went on until after 4am!!! A restless night was had by all.

Day Eight

Managed to sleep late and had a later breakfast than usual which was splendid with a vast choice. Had a little kip before setting out to find a beach – we plumped for one and duly took our towels down and hoped that the sun would fight its way through the clouds. It didn’t.

We left the beach and had some water in a beach bar then went to the other side of Llanes to find another beach, which we did – but it wasn’t so nice. We decided to come back to the hotel and chill out/sleep…all the previous days’ walking had taken its toll on me.

Had a terrific dinner again and met a farmer (John) and his wife (Mary) from North Wales. They were in their 70s, were keen golfers and could talk the hind legs off a donkey. In fact, he used to breed donkeys. We sat and chatted until 12.30 then went to bed.

Day Nine

It was dull again so we decided to drive to Santander and have a look around. It was over 100km away and we got there fine but it was impossible to park in the centre so we drove to the beach as the sun had come out.

We had a walk along the prom and sunbathed on the lovely but crowded beach for a couple of hours until it got overcast again.

Back to the hotel and our beautiful suite in which to relax. Had another splendid meal and chatted again to Mary and John.

Day Ten

It had rained overnight and was dull. Decided to do an easy two hour walk down a river valley flanked by chestnut trees.

So got ready and jumped into the car for what was advertised as a two hour walk. We bought a few items in a local village and drove off to find Rio Casano. The walk started in a tiny village quite high up. We walked down a track to the riverside. It was a beautiful walk to start, with large trees and a fast running river. It was overcast and the walk was quite easy until we came to the tree trunk bridge over the river.

Hill went first as she didn’t want to turn around to close the gate at the start. She walked across slowly and carefully without any problem but I didn’t like it, especially as the log was a bit damp. I got some of the way across then lost my bottle and scampered and ran across the rest….I made it but it wasn’t very stylish or safe. When we got to the other side the walk took a bit of a downturn.

The path became much less pronounced and we found ourselves walking through ferns over head high in the now pouring rain. We got to a clearing and ate our crisps, chocolates and nectarines and decided to go back.

When we got back to the tree trunk bridge Hilary once again negotiated it perfectly but I decided to take my chance crossing the river at a shallow bit further along. I got slightly wet feet but it was well worth it. The trip took almost 4 hours.

We drove back to spend our last evening in our beautiful hotel and suite. Lovely bottle of wine and a meal of black paella.

Day eleven

Home we go after an absolutely wonderful holiday.

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Apr 022011
 
Welcome to part two of the Michael Marks diaries! These are reproduced with the kind permission of Michael who travelled in July last year on a tailored Picos self drive holiday35057 428255870352 693710352 5229772 5502752 n Picos de Europa holiday diary part 2

Michael & Hilary in the Cares Gorge

Day Four

This was a hotel change over day. So Hilary packed up while I took some more photos of what was a most beautifully cared for premises. We had our little pancakes and lovely bread and coffee and thanked the lady owner and paid for our gin and tonics while Hilary worried about how we were going to get to the next place in the western massif.

We had the option to walk the famous gorge on the way (14 miles) but decided to have a rest day from big walks and get to the hotel with my ipod playing my top 300. It was incredibly beautiful everywhere and I cried as the ipod played ‘Tonight’ from West Side Story. I felt I had to compose myself so we stopped at a pretty little village with a small stream running through it for yet another lovely coffee and a stroll around.

We found our hotel high on a hill above the road and were greeted by two chambermaids who were immediately thrown into a complete flap. The place was made up of three buildings in a beautiful location but not nearly so well appointed as the previous one. But the location made up for that and a little later we were greeted by the owner, Javier.

We managed to chat in a mixture of English, Spanish and French. It turned out that he originally came from Madrid but had moved here and spent 10 years demolishing the old farm buildings (such as they were) and rebuilding with his own hands the property as it is now….what bottle…he was extremely friendly which was a change from the more reserved atmosphere of the previous place.

He showed us our quarters in great detail and it was charming to see how immensely proud he was of his achievement. We accepted he offer of supper that night and went off down to the village for lunch just after 2pm.

We decided on a light lunch with chicken soup and a shared salad of red peppers, anchovies, etc while most of the others were having enormous meals of meat and potatoes. We then went off for a well known walk past the cathedral/basilica and up a very muddy road with sheer drops and just enough room for cars to pass if the cattle weren’t standing in the road.

The area was much greener and less dramatic than where we had come from. We eventually got to the parking area at the top which was much busier than we had encountered before, including a coach load of school kids.

We took a walk around and past the two lakes, Enol and Erika, and in comparison to previous days was a gentle stroll for less than two hours. It was very pleasant and extremely beautiful.

We came back to our hotel and yes….2 large gin and tonics and a game of Kalooki. We changed and I had a bath in the huge bath and went for our dinner….we were the only ones and he gave us a tomato and tuna salad which was simple but very tasty and a dish of red peppers and a whole goats cheese which had been cooked in the oven washed down with some delicious red wine….it was enough for us. At this point his wife and three children (2 small girls and a boy of 9) appeared. The boy immediately started kicking a football around.

I couldn’t resist and joined in a kick around with him. Almost at the first kick I ran for the ball but underfoot there were loose limestone chippings….my feet went flying forward from under me and I landed on my back with bleeding elbows.

This must have looked extremely spectacular but fortunately Hilary was still in the eating bit looking the other way so I carried on until it was too dark to play any more. Oh God, how I wish I could still play football – the control was still there, I could kick with both feet – much better than before my op.

There is a little net in the play area, I will test his skills in tomorrow!!!

Day Five

Looking forward to today when we meet Alex, our guide, to spend a full day with him. Breakfast here is not a patch on the previous place but OK and Javier makes up for this with his jolly nature.

At 10am Alex arrived, a striking looking man with thick-set athletic build. He looks like a centre or a wing-forward. We agree to do the Cares Gorge walk. The full walk is 7 miles there and 7 miles back. Hill and I are a little bit nervous as there are sheer drops of a mile into the valley below and the path in some places is only 2 metres wide!!!

We stopped for some petrol then went to get supplies in Arenas where we had stopped for coffee the day before. We made our way to the Cares Gorge and began by walking up…what a surprise….for about 35 minutes until we got to the top of the gorge where the route flattens out.

It is indeed truly spectacular and unlike anywhere I had been before. Hill and I walking not near the edge which was too frightening. We chatted with Alex all the way.

He was absolutely charming. He was a mountain guide who had worked in the Picos, Pyrenees, Andes, Africa and Himalaya. He was an experienced rock climber and in the winter acted as a ski guide in the high mountains. With his girlfriend they had 12 horses in stables and ran them in 100 mile endurance races. He loved the local wildlife, especially the birds. An interesting and kind young man.

We got to more than half way across the gorge and stopped for our lunch, tired but thrilled. The weather was a little dull and it did spit with rain for a while so we decided to walk back. By the time we finished walking we had covered 8+ miles.

I asked Alex if he would like a drink with us so we went back to Arenas where we sat in one of the Sidra (cider) bars and poured bottles of cider from over head high into a glass held in the other hand. You have to try and pour the cider onto the lip of the glass until you have two fingers and then drink it in one go.  Everyone shares the same glass.

The pouring is not an easy skill but great fun. We chatted and drank for an hour and then parted company to come back to the hotel which seemed quite lively. I met a glamorous blonde German woman called Anna who lived in Madrid. She told us that Cangas was the place to go for dinner. So after we had rested up a little and I had a bath in the huge bath, we set off for our evening meal.

The town was the largest we had so far encountered, walked around a bit and plumped for a restaurant that looked typical and was quite busy.  This was a good move.

Had peas and ham (delicious) to start. Hill had what she said was a superb salad to start. I then had an escalope of veal in cabrales cheese sauce with chips. Hill had salmon. Both were really nice. For postre, we both had ‘flan’ (crème caramel). This was washed down with half a bottle of wine and bottle of water with two huge chunks of bread. It was all splendid and cost a mere £20 for both of us!!!

Day Six

On our walk in the Cares Gorge the previous day Alex had pointed out another path which ran on the other side of the gorge to a small village called Bulnes. Before the funicular had been built, the village could only be reached by walking across the gorge. He said that this was only about an hour’s walk.

We decided that we would do this the next day and have lunch there. We got up and lounged around for a while at the hotel – the weather was overcast so we wore clothing to suit the weather and set off.

We couldn’t park so close to the start of the walk so had a fair walk until we reached the path. Up we went over loose limestone and boulders. The drops were equally severe but the path was much narrower than the Cares Gorge.

The scenery, however, was much prettier with lots of beautiful running water. By the time we reached Bulnes my shirt and jumper were both absolutely saturated with sweat and it had taken an hour and ¾ of hard uphill slog rather than the hour predicted by Alex! The village itself looked ancient and very pretty. We drank beer and coffee. I had fabada, Hill had an enormous salad.

I followed on with rice pudding – cold and solid, probably a mistake. We took it very easy on the way down – some of the paths were a bit hairy – and got back to our hotel at about 6pm.

Yes, two large gin and tonics and a game of Kalooki. I’m ready for my lovely bath now and we are going to eat here. We got ready and came out of our room to see all the kids playing outside so we sat on the wall and watched and listened with a couple of glasses of red wine.

At supper we had thin slices of beef type ham as an hors d’oeuvre and oven cooked dish of whole onions stuffed with tuna which was full of flavour.

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