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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Africa: The Safari Experience

Guide Shaun Malan of Machaba Safari Camp in the Okavango Delta of Botswana
 sets up a sundowners spread of wine, cocktails and snacks in the bush.
 The pop-up table on the Land Rover is standard safari gear.

Our January and February 2016 safaris in Tanzania, Botswana, Namibia and South Africa were not always what Jane and I expected because, as total novices, we hardly knew what to expect. Here are some tips and information for any newbies considering a safari vacation. Click on photos to see larger versions.

Where to go? We were fortunate in being in the Serengeti in late January to see part of the annual great wildebeest-zebra-Thomson’s gazelle migration, but a week or two later and we could have seen the wildebeests’ calving at the southern end of the migration area. We were in the Okavango Delta during its rainy season when the brush is dense, making animals harder to see. We were in the Kalahari during its summer when many animals are elsewhere.
Cheetahs take turns feeding on a wildebeest in the Serengeti.
Safari vehicles can get you amazingly close to most big cats.
        If you’re going to multiple locations, odds are you’ll be off-season at some of them. If you have only a short time in Africa and you want to see as much as you can, where should you go?
 If part of your time is to be spent hiking up Kilimanjaro, the closest places for game are Lake Manyara National Park and the Ngorongoro Crater, where you’re sure to see loads of animals and leave with some great pictures. The mountain and these areas are easily accessed from Arusha, which has an international airport.
        The Serengeti in Tanzania and the Kalahari in Botswana are amazing landscapes and both have loads of lions and cheetahs. Kruger National Park in South Africa and the adjacent Sabi Sand Game Reserve are known for rhinos and leopards. For simply the most big animals in the shortest amount of time, Sabi Sand would win – and Simbambili was the poshest place we stayed. Each cabin had its own little plunge pool on a very private deck overlooking an area where we saw elephants, impala and other antelopes.
       All the camps we stayed at (all mentioned in another posting; click HERE) had many good points and few negatives, but my favorite was Machaba Camp in Botswana’s Okavango Delta. We saw elephants and hippos beyond counting, zebra and giraffes, and a lovely female leopard, known to the guides as the Machaba female, and her year-old cub. We heard but did not see lions there, though.
       Your shortest stay at a camp should be three nights, giving you at least four game drives and possibly six if you arrive early at the camp and leave late.  We met people who were staying five nights at Simbambili to maximize their chances for seeing leopards. They saw leopards on their first day but nonetheless seemed delighted to have so many game drives in this game-rich area.

What about the camps? You won’t feel as if you’re camping, even if you’re in a canvas tent with doors that you have to zip and unzip.  The “tented camps” furnish their tents with real beds with real mattresses, other real furniture, flush toilets and sometimes quite large and elaborate bathrooms. Some have both outdoor and indoor (in tent?) showers. All have electric lights, though you might have to recharge your camera or phone in the main tent.
The attached bathroom of our tent at Lake Masek. The
tent was on a platform a few feet above the ground.
       It’s common to have to be escorted, especially after dark, when going between your tent and the dining or reception tent. These are generally unfenced camps in areas with lions, hippos, hyenas and other dangerous animals. Only in South Africa, at Simbambili in the Sabi Sand Game Reserve, were we protected by any kind of fence, and it was merely an electrified wire placed high to discourage elephants from trashing the camp. Lions and antelopes and other beasts were free to come and go beneath the wire. 
        Food in the camps tends to be abundant and hearty. Springbok loin is tasty enough in itself, but camp chefs want to present it covered in sauce. Most meals are buffets with meat and vegetarian options;  hot breakfasts are often cooked to order and are supplemented by a buffet of breads, pastries, cold meats, cheeses, cereals and yogurt.  Some evenings camps might do a barbecue, offering a variety of grilled meats.   All camps include all your meals (there’s nowhere else for you to eat) and often include “local” (and local means African and more importantly, South African) wines and beers. Some include all the whiskeys and other spirits they have on hand; others charge extra for “premium” drinks. But with 5 a.m. wake-ups, few people want to drink much at all; during our weeks of safari, I saw no one over imbibe. There are often swimming pools or spas or stacks of wildlife books to help kill the middle of the day between game drives. I think most people nap.

Who’s the guide?  You can travel with your own guide who stays with you from camp to camp, or you can use a camp’s own guides.  I prefer the later.
     We started out with our own guide for our first two camps. He picked us up in Arusha, Tanzania, and drove to our lodgings and took us on game drives in Manyara National Park,  Ngorongoro Crater and the Ndutu part of the Ngorongoro Conservation Area. While he clearly knew the area – never getting lost on the webs of trails in the bush – he wasn’t intimately familiar with the wildlife and seemed to rely totally on radio contact with other guides to find anything.  Although we had been told that with a private driver we could set our own schedule, this driver was resistant. We wanted to get into the crater as early as possible, having been told that most animals are most active early and late in the day and inactive during the middle of the day. This driver told us that it wasn’t true and that the middle of the day was just fine for viewing wildlife. He didn’t want to leave the lodge until 7:30, which meant we weren’t on the floor of the crater until nearly 9. We stayed about six hours; all but one of the lions we saw were asleep.
        We relied on guides from the camps for the rest of the trip. They not only knew how to find the big cats when they were active, they knew the life histories of many of them. They also took us out very early in the morning and again late in the afternoon, which meant we saw the animals during the active parts of their day.

What’s your transport? You not only have to have vehicles to drive around to look at the animals, but if you’re visiting more than one camp or lodge, you need transportation between them.  This should all be arranged by your original safari travel agent – and I can’t imagine trying to organize this sort of vacation without professional help.
       The different camps, their guides and perhaps a transfer company will all be in near-constant communication to make sure you get to where you’re going. In Tanzania, our private guide was originally supposed to take us all the way to Namiri Plains, but he had never been there before and the tangle of unmarked trails in the bush make giving directions almost impossible. So he arranged with Namiri to hand us off to Namiri guides at Seronera Airstrip.
      Later, in Botswana, we were flying from Kalahari Plains to Machaba Camp via the small town of Maun. Our little plane from Kalahari was running late, but when we landed in Maun a van was waiting to rush us to the other end of the airstrip where the second plane was loaded with other passengers and waiting for us. It was very reassuring that there was such a strong system undergirding our travel in the bush.

What to wear? We had advice from two safari companies about what to wear on safari. Neutral, earth-tone colors, no red, no white, no black.  We didn’t want to upset a lion or a hyena.  So we were surprised that the safari vehicle from Namiri was equipped with red blankets to fight the morning or late-afternoon chill. It turns out that as long as you’re seated in the vehicle, animals don’t see you as a threatening or edible individual. White is still to be avoided because it attracts too much attention, and black should be avoided because it’s said to attract tse-tse flies (which we did not encounter at all), but plaids and blues and even reds seem just fine unless you’re planning to walk a lot in the bush, which isn’t even allowed at most places.  (Most camps do laundry, some with same-day return, but try to take quick-drying nylon clothes because most camps hang laundry to dry. Camps at which the clothes are all hand washed will not wash your underwear – you’ll have to do that yourself and leave it to dry in your tent or cabin.)

Tipping? We were told that tipping was not mandatory, but that there are expectations of $5 to $10 a day per person for guides and about that much again for the communal tip box at the camp or lodge.  If you’re like us, you’ll find most of the people so helpful, so genuinely nice and accommodating, that you’ll want to tip.  You might also find that individual camps and lodges offer their own tipping guidelines, some quite a bit above what we had been told was “usual.”  In Tanzania, tips in U.S. dollars are just fine. The country seems to accept dollars as a de facto second currency. I went with pulas, the local currency, in Botswana although I imagine dollars might be OK. I also used pula in Namibia because I had no Namibian currency and where we were, people had to go into Botswana to shop anyway. In South Africa, you’ll want rand. Nothing in South Africa is priced in dollars and I imagine converting tip dollars to rand in the bush would be a chore. Get rand from an ATM when you arrive in the country.
That's us in the next-to-last row of our Toyota Land Cruiser safari vehicle at Simbambili, a game
 lodge in the Sabi Sand reserve adjacent to Kruger National Park in South Africa.
Here the spotter  rode, without a seatbelt, in the chair at the front of the vehicle.


Shared vehicle? We had private vehicles (just me, my wife and the guide) at some camps and shared vehicles with other guests at some camps.  Private vehicles are more expensive; we had them only due to a miscommunication. The shared vehicles are just fine – assuming there’s no one who insists on stopping to photograph every bird in every tree.
       We found our safari companions very amiable.  We were fortunate to ride at one camp with an English psychotherapist whose extensive knowledge of Africa and the animals enriched our trip. At Simbambili we shared a vehicle with an English couple who had traveled a good bit in Africa and were very entertaining, as well as two American men who were ending a church mission trip to Johannesburg with a few days of safari.
       The main advantage of a private vehicle is that you go out and look specifically for the animals you want most to see, but in a shared vehicle you’re still likely to see everything you want to see. The main disadvantages of a shared vehicle, to me, is that you might not be able to switch sides to get a better photo, and if you’re in the rearmost seat you might have trouble hearing what the guide is saying. All in all, though, shared vehicles are just fine and a sociable person might say they’re preferable to a private vehicle.  If you’re using a camp guide, you’ll have the same guide for the duration of your stay, and if you’re in a shared vehicle, you’re likely to have the same companions on every game drive.

What’s the safari itself like? The safari experience itself is always amazing, mainly because you can get so close to animals like lions, cheetahs, leopards and even rhinos and elephants. 
There are several kinds of safari vehicles, all based on either Toyota Land Cruisers or Land Rovers. Some have sides, doors and roofs that raise so you can stand and take photos. If you’re going to be on a paved road very much, this is probably the type you’ll be in.
Safari vehicles at the end of the day at Namiri Plains in the Serengeti.
The one on the left is a closed vehicle with doors, windows and a
roof that can pop up as shown. The other is an open-sided Land
Cruiser with a canvas roof, much preferable to the other vehicle
when out in the bush.
       Out on the trails in the bush, you’re more likely to be in an open-sided vehicle with three rows of tiered seating (not counting the front where the driver sits) that puts the rear row a couple of feet higher than the first. Watch out for branches reaching in and slapping you in the face as you race after a big cat. You’ll bounce around a lot on the deeply rutted and pot-holed trails, and there are usually no seatbelts to hold you in place. The vehicle may or may not have a canvas roof, but either way you don’t stand up without asking the guide first. Your standing could trigger an undesirable reaction from whatever beast you’re trying to see.
       If you’re in a public area – like a conservation area or a national park – your guide will have a lot of rules to follow: no going off the established trails, no getting out of the vehicle, get back to camp before dark, etc.  (Sticking to the trails isn’t as restrictive as it sounds because animals also use the trails and are often found near them.)  In a private game reserve, such as Machaba Camp and Simbambili are in, there are fewer rules. The guides can drive wherever their vehicles can go chasing a leopard or a pack of wild dogs or getting close to a remote herd of elephants. You can go on night game drives, using spotlights to illuminate leopards drinking from puddles or any other nocturnal activity.

     Always there is something to see and to learn about. If your guide is having no luck finding the lions you want to see so badly, he’ll probably be able to get you interested in whatever wildlife can be seen. I know a lot about lilac-breasted rollers and kori bustards because those birds always seemed to be around when the big game wasn’t.  And even when the game viewing isn’t great, the landscapes tend to be, especially in the Serengeti and the Kalahari.  And with camp-based guides, the drives are broken up with refreshment stops – coffee or tea in the bush in the morning, and sundowners (gin and tonics, wine or whatever’s your pleasure along with hors d’oeuvre like dried beef biltong) in the bush as the African sun sets.  

Friday, March 4, 2016

Africa: Six Weeks of Safaris, Beaches and Wine

Some of the more than 200,000 zebra that surrounded our tented camp in the Serengeti.
Zebras are the lead animals in the big migration across the Serengeti every year.
Below, wildebeest and zebra a few days earlier in Ndutu, at the other end of the
migration route. The migration is more a leisurely walk, at a pace that newborn
zebras and wildebeests can handle, than a stampede.



Elephants, hippos, giraffes and lions were what Jane and I most wanted to see in the wild when we set out for Africa in the middle of January.  We saw all of them and many other animals during our six weeks on this beautiful continent.  The safaris and a five-day visit to Zanzibar were arranged by African Portfolio, a Connecticut-based travel agency (click HERE for its website). Jane did the work in planning the Western Cape and Cape Town part of our trip.
       For more on how safaris work and tips for planning a safari (the Swahili word for journey, evolved from  the Arabic word safar, which also means journey), click HERE.
       We flew out of Dulles International near Washington, leaving late on Jan. 14, changed planes in Istanbul, and arrived in Tanzania at 1:40 a.m. on Saturday, Jan. 16, at Arusha, the gateway to both Mount Kilimanjaro and the Serengeti.  We stayed at the African Tulip Hotel (click HERE for its website), which was very comfortable and allowed us to walk out into this city of 500,000. We started our safaris the next day, a Sunday, with a guide/driver from Ranger Safaris (click HERE). We did a game drive through Lake Manyara National Park (hippos, baboons, monkeys, elephants) before going on to the Ngorongoro Crater Conservation Area.  We spent two nights at the Ngorongoro Farmhouse lodge (click HERE), allowing us a full day to explore the Ngorongoro Crater, a 10-mile-diameter collapsed volcano with a flat floor and extremely steep cliff-like walls all around that protect and virtually trap loads of animals: lions, elephants, black rhinos, hippos, wildebeests, zebra, and more.
Even hippos, such as these at Lake Manyara National Park in
Tanzania, like to rest during the middle of the day, though usually
they do it submerged in water.
        On Jan. 19, we stopped at Oduvai Gorge to see the area where Mary and Louis Leakey documented one of the earliest chapters in human evolution with the discovery of 1.75-million-year-old bones. The site is still being worked by an international group of university paleontologists. While there we drove out across the desert to see the Shifting Sands (also called the Drifting Sands), a sand dune that fascinated the Leakeys and is sacred to the Maasai. Its grains of black sand (really ancient volcanic ash) contain magnetic iron so that the sand clings together even in the face of relentless winds. The dune moves about ten meters a year but never changes its height, length or shape.  
       After the gorge, we drove on to Lake Masek Tented Camp (click HERE), where we spent two nights in a large tent on a platform. As the area is full of wildlife, it isn’t considered safe to walk around. Even in daylight, we were escorted to and from our tent by Maasai men in traditional Maasai robes and usually carrying a machete or a spear.  The real danger there is from hippos, which reportedly kill more humans in Africa than any other animal. Hippos, when they’re on land grazing, are prone to charge at and trample anyone who gets between them and the water. We awoke one night to see a hippo munching away on plants about 20 feet from our tent.  From Lake Masek, which has a lot of giraffes, we went into the Ndutu Plains where we saw zebras, Thomson’s gazelles, Grant’s gazelles, impalas, lions and cheetahs.
A lioness makes a meal of a wildebeest
in the Serengeti.
       Next was a long drive to the middle of the Seregeti and the Seronera Airstrip. En route we saw tens of thousands of wildebeests and Thomson’s gazelles beginning their annual migration north to the Serengeti and the border with Kenya. At the airstrip, our original Ranger Safaris guide handed us off to guides from Namiri Plains (click HERE), another tented camp. Namiri Plains is in the eastern section of the Serengeti National Park, a section that was closed for 20 years in an effort to allow the wildlife populations, especially cheetahs, to grow and stabilize. As of now, it’s the only camp in that region, so we had this vast area pretty much to ourselves, sharing only with a dozen or so other guests at the camp.
      It was on early-morning and late-afternoon drives out of Namiri that we first saw lions, cheetahs and jackals eating animals they had killed: wildebeests, zebras, steenbok (a tiny antelope).  We spent three full days riding around this unimaginably beautiful landscape and watching as, literally, hundreds of thousands of zebras moved through, leading the famous wildebeest-zebra-Thomson’s gazelle migration. At one point, it was estimated that our small camp was surrounded by 200,000 zebra.  It was then that I realized how the zebra’s stripes camouflage it: when zebras are in a group, it’s almost impossible to distinguish individual animals among all the stripes. And at a distance, their striped coats appear blotchy gray, making a herd of zebra appear as field of large rocks.
On Jan. 25, we returned to the Seronera Airstrip and flew via Arusha to Zanzibar, the former Indian Ocean island nation that merged with Tanganyika in 1964 to create the new nation of Tanzania, whose population of more than 50 million people is among the world’s poorest.  While Tanzania is a very diverse nation of Muslims, Christians, Hindu and many indigenous ethnic groups or tribes, Zanzibar is overwhelmingly Muslim (95 percent) thanks to its history as an outpost of the sheikdom of Oman.
Stone Town, Zanzibar.
      We stayed one night in its ancient southwest coast capital, Stone Town, at the Mashiriki Palace, an opulent private villa that’s now a boutique hotel (click HERE).  In retrospect, Stone Town deserves more than one night – it would be easy to spend a full day exploring its narrow pedestrian streets, lively waterfront and nearby islands, one of which is a sea turtle refuge. 
      As it was, we left Jan. 26 to go to the northeast (on the open Indian Ocean) coast and the Matemwe Lodge Beach Resort (click HERE). We spent four nights and three very pleasant full days here. We walked along the long white beach where fishermen’s dhows are high and dry at low tide and where the water temperature must have been near 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Swimming was good despite a lot of seaweed and the presence of sea urchins. Women wade out in the shallow collecting mussels. Men wade out or use boats to spear octopus and squid.  About 150 meters offshore is a living coral reef that is exposed at low tide (the coral is a dull gray, not the bright colors found elsewhere). We waded out to it with a guide.  While wading out, I tripped on the rocky bottom, drowned my cellphone, and fell onto some sea urchins. The guide later used a large wooden toothpick to pry the spines out of my foot and hand. 
       Our other big adventure here was snorkeling off one of Matemwe’s boats. I’m not much of a snorkeler, but Jane stayed in the water as long as the guide allowed. She saw a lot of fish despite the fact that these waters are terribly overfished, even to the point of taking fish too small to qualify as bait in the Chesapeake.  We were pretty appalled at the string of tiny colorful fish that a fisherman displayed for us on the coral reef.  They looked like the sort of tropical fish one might find in a home aquarium.
An oryx, also known as a gemsbok. We saw
these magnificent antelope in the Serengeti
and in the Kalahari. Hyenas, which are notorious
for eating everything, including bones, from
carcasses that they scavenge, do not eat the
horns of the oryx, which are bones covered by
something akin to the keratin of our fingernails.
When we did a bush walk near our camp in the
Kalahari, individual oryx horns could be found
easily in the grass.
      On Jan. 30 we flew from Zanzibar to Dar Es Salaam to Johannesburg, where we spent the night at an airport hotel before flying the next morning to Maun, Botswana, where a charter plane waited to take us to Kalahari Plains Camp in the Central Kalahari Game Reserve (click HERE).  Here we again did early-morning and late-afternoon safaris in an area with no other camps, so again it was just us and 10 or so other guests exploring the Kalahari, including isolated Deception Valley.  Although the Kalahari looks devoid of life from the air and on the ground, we saw cheetahs, lions, elephants, one very shy leopard, a black python, loads of various antelope and lots of birds. Plus one lonely giraffe.
      After three nights in the Kalahari, we flew back through Maun to the Okavango Delta, the world’s largest inland delta. It’s where the Okavango River brings in fresh water from rains that fall in Angola and where the river spreads out into a large triangle of many branches before disappearing into the sands of the Kalahari Desert.  We stayed at Machaba Camp (click HERE) beside the Khwai River, which has loads of hippos, which we could see sometimes from our tent.  We were there during the rainy season, so with plenty of wet spots and puddles, the animals weren’t coming to the river for water where viewing would have been easy. Our guide, however, was able to take us to the animals:  leopards (a mother and male cub); a breeding herd of elephants along with other herds of male elephants; baboons; giraffes; zebra; kudu; impalas; wild dogs and more.  Not counting the Ngorongoro Crater, which is almost like visiting the Animal Kingdom at Disney World, this was the best place for viewing wildlife during our trip and the camp we enjoyed the most.
Juvenile elephants sparring on the bank of the Chobe River in
Botswana's Chobe National Park, as seen from a river boat. 
       Next we flew from an airstrip near Machaba Camp to Kasane, Botswana, on the Chobe River, a tributary of the Zambezi  River upstream from Victoria Falls. There we crossed the river to Namibia to board a boat for water-based game viewing (click HERE). We spent two nights on the small boat (only three passenger cabins, and on the second night we were the only passengers) and we saw lots of crocodiles, big and small; hippos; lions; and elephants, elephants, elephants. Once I estimated that there were at least 120 elephants, including many just a few weeks old, on the river bank and playing in the river. Almost all the wildlife we saw was on the Botswana side of the river in Chobe National Park. We were told that the animals seem to prefer Botswana (which bans hunting and shoots poachers on sight, leaving their bodies where they fall) over Namibia, which allows hunting. Indeed, the Namibia side, which seemed to be at least partly farm land, seemed devoid of animals other than a few crocodiles and a few head of cattle. Almost all the guides we spoke to praised Botswana’s approach to wildlife preservation and said they wished Tanzania, Namibia, Kenya, Zimbabwe and South Africa would follow suit. One guide, however, said that eventually Botswana will have to cull its herds of elephants because of the damage they do to the environment – mainly in destroying trees by stripping their bark for food.
Baboons jumping a small stream in the Okanvango Delta, one
of the world's best places for viewing a broad variety of wildlife.
After the riverboat, we had one more safari experience, this one in South Africa. To get to it, we had a travel day that saw us in four different countries. First, we transferred from our boat to a small motorboat to go to passport control on the Namibia side of the river and get our Namibia exit stamps. Then we crossed back to Botswana to get new Botswana entry stamps. Then a car took us to the Zambezi River crossing where we got Botswana exit stamps and crossed to Zambia, getting Zambia entry stamps and paying  $50 visa fees. Then we were driven to the airport at Livingstone (near Victoria Falls but we didn’t have time to see the falls except later from the air) and got our Zambia exit stamps as we boarded a fight to Nelspruit, South Africa, near Kruger National Park and the Sabi Sand Game Reserve, home to Simbambili Game Lodge (click HERE).
        Highlights of our three-night stay at Simbambili included getting close to white rhinos (the difference between white and black rhinos is visible in their mouths – one only grazes and the other grazes and eats from bushes – not in their color, which is virtually identical); seeing and following several leopards; seeing lions mate; and, as at Machaba Camp, seeing rare wild dogs. We were told that some safari aficionados come back repeatedly hoping but failing to see these dogs. We saw them during one game drive at Machaba and two game drives at Simbambili.
      After Simbambili, we flew from the small airport at Hoedspruit to Cape Town, where we stayed at Black Heath Lodge (click HERE), a boutique hotel an easy walk from the Atlantic Ocean at Three Anchors Bay. We didn’t rent a car but getting around Cape Town was easy thanks to a cellphone provided by the hotel and programmed with the number of a reliable taxi company. Why don’t more hotels do this for their foreign guests? Black Heath also had about as high a level of customer service as I can imagine at a small hotel. 
       Cape Town must be one of the world’s most beautifully sited cities, wedged between Table Mountain and the ocean and with weather that’s never too hot and never too cold, though it can quickly go from chilly to really warm and back to chilly as the sun goes behind clouds or the winds off the very cold ocean pick up. Although we were warned not to walk around at night, we felt perfectly safe on downtown streets like Long, Wales and Kloof, and the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront is crowded, well patrolled and quite safe for tourists late into the evening. It is disconcerting, though, to see almost all private homes protected by window grates, concertina wire and even electrified fencing. And beyond the neat streets of Cape Town, huge townships went on for miles, shanty after shanty made of corrugated metal or plastic sheeting.
       Highlights of our time in Cape Town included two visits to the Crypt (click HERE), a jazz venue in the basement of St. George’s Cathedral, once the home church of Desmond Tutu; a tour of Robben Island, once the prison home of Nelson Mandela and scores of other political prisoners; and visiting the broad flat top of Table Mountain, accessed by cable car. The Crypt seems to specialize in the American Songbook era – think Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughn and young Frank Sinatra – amid marble marble plaques memorializing the long dead, including those who fell in wars I had never heard of (the Kafir War, for example).
    We rented a car to leave Cape Town for a several-day tour of the Western Cape. Our first stop was for a quick walk around Muizenberg, a surfing town on False Bay. It has board noting recent great white shark sightings; the most recent was two days before our visit. Then we drove south on the Cape of Good Hope to Simon’s Town, where we stayed two nights at Magellan’s Crossing (click HERE). Simon’s Town is known for its colony of African penquins at Boulders Beach, a public beach just below rows of houses that climb the hills of the cape. It was also our base for exploring south to Cape Point at the tip of the Cape of Good Hope. We had hoped to have a few hours at a beach, but our one full day there was chilly and extremely windy. It was hard to stand at the lighthouse at Cape Point. And it was hard to find a seat in Simon's Town busy restaurants. We even needed a reservation to get a table at the dockside fish and chips place.
Beach cabanas at Muizenberg, South Africa, just south of Cape Town.
This is a surfing community that occasionally  has to order everyone out
of the water due to sightings of great white sharks.
African penguins at Boulders Beach at Simon's Town, just a bit
south of Muizenberg on the Cape of Good Hope. 
       After the winds of the cape, we headed inland to the wine town of Stellenbosch, where we stayed two nights at Coopmanhuijs (click HERE), a small hotel in a very old building. Here we bought tickets for the Wine Hopper, a van service that shuttles among tasting rooms. As it turned out, we shared our van with four young Danish guys (co-workers at Maersk, the giant shipping company) who congenially wanted to visit the wineries we wanted to visit. So the driver would simply wait for us to taste or have lunch and we never had to wait for another van to show up. Although it was a pleasant experience, most of the few wines we tasted around Stellenbosch – other than those at Spier – were unremarkable. We also stopped at Van Ryn’s Distillery, where I thought the spirits were top notch. I left with bottle of 20-year-old brandy. Stellenbosch, home to a large university, is a compact but congested little town with a number of intriguing places to eat, drink and shop.
    We next stayed at a vineyard inn, the Angala (click HERE), roughly midway between the wine towns of Paarl and Franschhoek, the later being one of South Africa’s most notable wine destinations. Paarl is a Afrikaner town almost untouched by tourism. We made a quick visit to use an ATM and happened upon the KWV Sensorium at the headquarters of KWV wines. It has an art gallery, mostly South African landscapes, complete with suggestions for which of its wines to enjoy while looking at each piece of art. More conventional, more impressive and closer to our inn was Babylonstoren, a sprawling winery with flower and vegetable gardens that you could get lost in. We enjoyed both tasting its wines and having lunch in one of its two restaurants. On the next day, on the other side of Franschhoek, we enjoyed Baboon Rock, an unoaked chardonnay at La Petite Ferme, a mountainside winery that is known for its restaurant and its views as much as for its wines. We had lunch there; some our fellow diners arrived by helicopter, presumably from Cape Town. Franschhoek itself is more of a strip of stores and restaurants than a real town with a grid of streets, but I found it more pleasant than crowded Stellenbosch. We were there for the Saturday market where crafts, prepared foods and farm produce are sold.     
       On Sunday, Feb. 21, we headed through the Franschhoek Pass, a series of extremely steep hairpin curves that had me driving a lot in first and second gears, and south to Gansbaai. We stayed two nights at Cliff Lodge (click HERE) in the De Kelders community. De Kelders is known for two things, whale watching from the mainland and sea caves where evidence of very early human activity has been discovered. Although the innkeeper reported seeing a whale while we were there, we didn’t, but we knew we weren’t there during the peak season when Southern Right Whales convene just offshore. During our one full day here, we drove south to the little Afrikaner farm town of Bredasdorp to visit its Skeepswrakmuseum (Shipwreck Museum; click HERE), which was a bit disappointing. I had expected a lot of narrative about some of the almost 200 notable shipwrecks around the southern tip of Africa, but instead there were decent exhibits on only two, one of which was the 1852 wreck of the Birkenhead, which established the idea of “women and children first” in evacuating a sinking ship. Otherwise, it was a lot of artifacts salvaged from ships or found washed ashore. Bredasdorp is also home to Kapula (click HERE), a nonprofit that assists women by reviving, teaching and marketing handicrafts, especially painted candles.
      From Bredasdorp, we kept going south to Cape Agulhas, the southernmost point on the continent. It is the dividing point between the Indian Ocean, warmed by currents from the tropics, and the Atlantic Ocean, kept very cold by currents from Antarctica. Not as dramatic as the Cape of Good Hope, but close to South Africa’s longest white-sand beach at Struisbaai.


The view from the top of Table Mountain. That's Cape Town and the waters of
False Bay down below. A cable car makes the assent easy, and paved walkways
 and well-marked trails let you explore the mountain's flat top 
       The next day, we drove back to Cape Town, returned the car, and checked in at Four Rosmead (click HERE) in the Gardens district for our last two nights of vacation. Four Rosmead, though it is on the low slopes of Table Mountain, is centrally located and we could easily walk to the center of the city. One place we walked to was Monkeybiz (click HERE), another nonprofit that assists women by marketing handicrafts, this time mostly colorful beaded animals like fanciful zebras, lions and antelope.
     On our last full day, Wednesday, Feb. 24, we finally made it to the top of Table Mountain, which had been hidden in the clouds during our first stay. A nice way to end our African adventure. By the evening of Feb. 26, we were back home in Maryland.
     

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Peru: A One-Month Itinerary

      Diversity is Peru's prime attraction.  It has the Western Hemisphere's most intriguing Pre-Columbian ruins, it has a bustling cosmopolitan capital, it has trackless rain forests along the Amazon and its tributaries, it has oceanfront resorts, and it has mountains and volcanoes that ascend to (literally) breath-taking heights. It has areas where it rains daily while other parts of the country get less than a quarter-inch of rain a year.
A street of stairs connects Barranco, Lima's most 
bohemian neighborhood, with its Pacific beach.
      It is an intensely Catholic country that prizes its sun temples and other aspects of its non-Christian past. It is a country with 2,000 kinds of potatoes, at least 40 of which are widely cultivated and eaten.
It's the home of quinoa, the world's trendiest grain. It and Bolivia are the only places on the planet where coca (an essential ingredient of cocaine) is legally grown; coca leaves and edible products made with coca leaves are widely sold and coca tea is a fixture at every tourist buffet. Its native brandy, Pisco, is finding an international market as visitors return home with a taste for Pisco sours. Its llamas, alpacas and vicuna produce some of the finest wools in the world along with being among the most photogenic of animals.  In short, it's a great place for a long vacation. And, if you've traveled much in the Third World, you'll be pleased by the level of cleanliness throughout the country. Restaurants, hotel rooms and bathrooms were spotless wherever we were. Although there was some trash along roads in the mountains and along streams in towns, overall there's very little litter -- Lima's streets and sidewalks were as clean as those in most American cities if not cleaner.
The Hilton in Miraflores, one of Lima's most
affluent neighborhoods, offers a rooftop pool.
       In planning a trip to Peru, the most important consideration is its climates.  Note the plural. When the weather is ideal in one place, it's likely to be terrible at another.  Peru is said to have more micro-climates than any other nation on earth. So we decided to go when it was convenient for us and take our chances. Our trip, Nov. 6 to Dec. 6, 2014, put us in Peru in spring, which we knew would be the beginning of the rainy season at Machu Picchu.  We had a lovely and dry morning at the ruins, and we didn't get rained on until around 2 p.m. as we were waiting among a horde of people for shuttle buses to take us back down the mountain to Aguas Calientes.
     In the Amazon, we were twice out on little skiffs in late-afternoon rainstorms (the rain is quite warm) and were hit by heavy rains a couple of times aboard our cruise boat, La Estrella Amazonica. Arequipa, Cusco, Ollantaytambo, the Colca Canyon, Paracas and Lima were all without rain -- indeed, it hardly rains at all ever in some of these places -- but it could get quite cold in the evenings, even in seaside Paracas.  (All of these destinations are discussed in other posts. Click on links below or go to the contents page.)   
We ate twice here at Canta Rana
in Lima's Barranco district. 
    We didn't rent a car in Peru. We flew when we could , took a bus when we couldn't fly, and used taxis and car services as needed.  Taxis in Lima are inexpensive, but mostly we walked. All flights within Peru were on Lan.  Click HERE for its easy-to-use website.
      We flew from Baltimore to Atlanta to Lima on Delta, no one's favorite airline, because it offered the best deal, though it meant a six-hour layover in Atlanta on the way home, making what was already an intolerably long travel day even longer. Most U.S.-bound flights leave Lima after midnight (Peru time is the same as Eastern Standard Time in the U.S.), meaning that you check out of your hotel room that morning, kill the day somehow and get to the airport bone-tired.   The trip down, however was much better.
       November 6  We left  Baltimore at 1:55 p.m., had a short layover in Atlanta and arrived in Lima just after midnight.  It cost 50 U.S. dollars to take a cab to our hotel, the new Hilton Miraflores (click HERE for website).  This is a very pleasant hotel -- professional but friendly staff, supremely comfortable beds, great location in the heart of Miraflores -- but it doesn't offer ocean views like the nearby Marriott, which is where most American visitors seem to stay.  We were on the fourth floor, so we had only a modest city view.  Click HERE for my posting about Lima.
  November  9 We left Lima at 12:15 for the hour-and-a-half flight southeast to Arequipa. Here we stayed at Casa Arequipa (click HERE for website), a small hotel within walking distance of the city's main square, the Plaza de Armas.   Situated in an old mansion, the guest rooms tend to be small and rather dark, but the breakfast room on the roof is bright and airy with views of the surrounding volcanos.  Click HERE for my posting about Arequipa.
A soaking pool warmed by natural hot
springs at Colca Lodge & Spa.
       November  11 Casa Arequipa arranged a Colca Valley and Colca Canyon overnight tour for us. We were in a van with an English-speaking guide and seven other tourists (three French, two Canadian, one Peruvian and one Italian).  Everyone could choose from a list of hotels where they wanted to spend the night. We chose the Colca Lodge and Spa (click HERE for its website), where we were first placed in an older second-floor room far from the main building. We complained and were moved to a much more deluxe room with a terrace and lounge chairs. We enjoyed the lodge's hot-springs-fed soaking pools and its excellent restaurant.  As for the valley and canyon tour itself, click HERE for my earlier posting.
Rooms at El Albergue in Ollantaytambo
have garden and mountain views.


 November  12 We returned for one more night at Casa Arequipa.
     November  13 We left Arequipa at 10:05 a.m. on a one-hour flight to Cusco. We had arranged for El Albergue, our hotel in Ollantaytambo, about 60 miles away and at a lower elevation, to pick us up at the airport. We'd been told that the best strategy for altitude sickness in Cusco is to stay first for a few days at slightly lower elevations. The drive to Ollantaytambo took about two hours, mostly on two-lane roads along the Urubamba River in what Peru promotes as "the Sacred Valley" because of its many Pre-Columbian ruins. Oddly, though there are trains from Cusco that pass through Ollantaytambo en route to Machu Picchu (and trains that run between Machu Picchu and Ollantaytambo), there is no Cusco-Ollantaytambo service. El Albergue (click HERE for website) has its entrance literally on the platform at the train station. The main building houses a coffee bar, a fine-dining restaurant, the hotel desk and, upstairs, a few guest rooms. Most of the rooms are out back in separate buildings in a garden where we were hardly aware of the trains nearby. Our room, No. 10, was on the ground level, furnished with alpaca blankets and a portable heater to fight the nighttime mountain chill.  For our final night there we were in a upstairs room that had a heated bathroom floor. I would say this is THE place to stay in Ollantaytambo. A 10-minute walk took us into the town's main square and to the fortress ruins that are the reason to stop here.  The only minor drawback is that the restaurant's small dinner menu becomes monotonous. Click HERE for my posting on Ollantaytambo.
Lively Aguas Calientes teems with tourists headed
to or from Machu Picchu. 
 November  15 We took the 12:28 Peru Rail train (click HERE for website and then go to timetables) to Aguas Calientes, the tourist town at the foot of  Machu Picchu. The two-hour train ride is punctuated by fashion shows put on by the stewards who are selling expensive Peru-made clothing and accessories. I almost but didn't buy a Peru Rail baseball cap. Aguas Calientes, which has no cars because no road connects it with the world, only hiking trails and the rail line, has loads of places to stay and eat. It serves as the base for many of the 2,500 people (the maximum allowed) who tour Machu Picchu every day.  We stayed a night at RupaWasi (click HERE for website), a small inn hidden up a tiny alley composed of steep stairs.  It was at RupaWasi's restaurant that I for the first -- and so far only -- time tried the local delicacy of guinea pig, called cuy.  I had cuy confit, which seemed to be prepared along the lines of French duck confit. It was exceedingly greasy; I thought it tasted a bit like duck or goose. Jane had ribs that she described as perfect. Click HERE for posting about Machu Picchu and Aguas Calientes.
    November  16 We got up early and took the 20-minute ride on a shuttle bus to Machu Picchu. We bought our tickets in advance through RupaWasi. We first tried to buy tickets through the official website (click HERE for it), but we couldn't make it work. After touring the ruins we returned to town in plenty of time for our 5:23 p.m. train back to Ollantaytambo, where we again stayed at El Albergue.
The courtyard at Andenes al Cielo
in Cusco, conveniently located but
its dark and sparsely furnished rooms
were a turnoff. 

This first door on the right leads to the lobby
of Casa Cartagena, a small hotel in Cusco. 

Our balcony at Casa Cartagena overlooked
its two-level courtyard. 

   November  17  The driver who had brought us to Ollantaytambo now drove us back to Cusco, where we had reservations at Andenes al Cielo (click HERE for website), a small inn conveniently located between the Plaza de Armas and the trendy San Blas neighborhood.  While the public areas of this hotel are pretty -- a multi-level courtyard with flowers and a fountain, a bright rooftop breakfast room -- the rooms themselves are dark because the only windows are on walkways used to reach all the other rooms. So you keep your shutters closed. Also, our room had a double bed, a single bed, a straight-back chair, a small desk and no other furniture. A tiny TV was mounted on the wall. Although we had reserved for four nights, we stayed only one. The hotel was cooperative about our changing the number of nights and I'd recommend it for its location, low price and decent breakfast -- with the caveat about the quality of the rooms themselves.  We used our first day in Cusco to scout out another hotel.
    November  18 After visiting several hotels, we finally chose Casa Cartagena, a boutique hotel one street over from Andenes al Cielo.  It was more expensive, but what we got for the money was a huge room with a balcony overlooking a courtyard. It's housed partially in what was once a jail, and there are signs everywhere of the age of its buildings. Unlike the other hotels we saw, which were furnished with antique or at least very traditional pieces, Casa Cartagena has very modern (or Mid-Century Modern) furnishings.  Its very traditional courtyard surrounds a very untraditional lighted white sphere.  It offered one of the best breakfast buffets of our trip, and in the evening there were Pisco sour lessons for those who want to learn to make their own drinks. Click HERE for the hotel's website,  Click HERE for my posting on Cusco, my favorite of all the places we visited in Peru.
            November 21 We left Cusco at 12:45 for the hour-and-a-half flight to Lima, where we were met at the airport by International Expeditions.  Its Amazon cruise package includes airport pickup in Lima, a Friday night stay at the Swissotel Lima, and flights to and from Iquitos, the Amazon city where its cruise boat is based. (Click HERE for International Expedition's Amazon website.) We found the Swissotel (click HERE for website) nice but dated. Nothing was shopworn or in bad repair, but it looked as if its furnishings could have come from Ethan Allen a few decades ago. The lobby concierge desk was very good in helping us purchase Lima-to-Paracas bus tickets that we would need after our Amazon trip. The bus company's website wasn't working properly, but the two gentlemen at the desk persevered, finally calling the company and arranging to have the tickets sent to the Swissotel by messenger. Our fifth-floor room had a huge bathroom and a view of the roof of another part of the hotel.
Our home for a week, La Estrella
Amazonica. Each guest cabin had its
own balcony and an ever-changing
view of the jungles along the river.


     November 22 International Expeditions took us all on a bus tour of central Lima before lunch and a 5:05 p.m. two-hour flight to Iquitos. After a bus ride through Iquitos, we arrived at International Expedition's river dock and its boat, La Estrella Amazonica, the Amazon Star. We had dinner on the boat and slept as it motored upstream. Click HERE for my posting about the cruise. Click HERE for a video made by Dick Greenberg, a fellow passenger, who did an excellent job of capturing the experience.
      November 29 After a last breakfast on the boat, we disembarked, took a bus tour of Iquitos and had lunch at the Hotel El Dorado. Part of the package included afternoon use of a room at the hotel where we could recharge our electronics and ourselves before a 5:25 p.m. flight back to Lima, where we parted ways with International Expeditions.  We were met at the airport by a driver sent by Second Home Peru (click HERE for website), a bed and breakfast in the home of the artist Victor Delfin. For this one-night stay, we had an ocean-view room in the main house, a half-timbered mansion overlooking walled gardens at the top of a bluff with the Pacific Ocean below.  This was the best place we stayed in Lima by far. It's in a neighborhood filled with art galleries, good restaurants  (want braised beef heart on skewers? delicious!), high-quality handicrafts shops, and sidewalks filled with young people and young families.
A mostly glass bar separates one of Hotel
Paracas's two pools from the Pacific Ocean.
Rooms were in multi-unit villas scattered around
the sprawling property.
    November 30 We took a Cruz del Sur bus (click HERE for website) for the four-hour ride from Lima to Paracas. We bought "first class" tickets, which put us in two of about 16 seats in the lower section of a double-decker bus. The seats reclined, had footrests and had video screens through which you could watch movies or access the Internet.  A "meal" came with the first-class passage -- some sort of chicken dish. We should have eaten before we got on the bus.  In Paracas, we stayed three nights at Hotel Paracas (click HERE for website).  It's a full-service resort and we didn't leave the grounds except for excursions. In fact, if you want to leave, there's really nowhere to go -- Paracas is little more than a collection of oceanfront hotels -- unless you have a car.  We did three excursions, a trip to two Pisco distilleries in Ica, about an hour's drive away; a two-hour trip to the Ballestas Islands; and a four-hour tour of the Paracas National Reserve.  All were arranged through T'ikariy, a tour service that has a desk at the hotel (click HERE for website). Click HERE for my posting on Paracas.
The bath in our first room (in the main
house) at Second Home Peru.


    December 3 We took the bus back to Lima.  This time at Second Home Peru we had a room in a building that clung to the cliff high above a major highway and the Pacific.  From the main building you cross a lawn to the edge of the cliff. Once there you can see a set of steps going down.  They take you to a short open-air corridor off of which are our room and two others. Continue down the steps to Victor Delfin's studio and residence, and down more steps to a beautiful swimming pool with a lion's head fountain. Everywhere are sculptures -- some whimsical, some stately, some odd and all interesting -- by Delfin.  The main house exhibits his paintings and sells his lithographs. Look at the paintings. Most of the centaurs and men, particularly in the erotic works, may be self-portraits done at different times in his life. Click HERE for his own website (in Spanish) to see more of his work.
     Entering our room, we found ourselves on a landing with a bathroom. The bathroom was open to and overlooked the lower sleeping area, off of which was a narrow balcony with a wonderful view of the curving shoreline and its beaches. The room was considerably smaller than our previous room in the main house, but the view made up for the lack of space. Whether or not one enjoys art -- and I'd characterize Delfin's work as an accessible but testosterone-infused blend of Inca imagery and European modernism of the first half of the 20th century -- this is a comfortable, convenient and friendly place to stay. Lilian Delfin is a gracious hostess ready to offer advice about Lima, and the breakfast, served in a kitchen building with a gigantic wood-burning stove, is simple but satisfying. Wine can be purchased in the office in the main house.  
    December 5 We checked out of the hotel in late morning, left our luggage in the office and went out to soak up as much of Barranco as we could before leaving for the airport at 9 p.m.
    December 6  We flew out of Lima at 1:35 a.m. and were back at our home on Tilghman Island in Maryland by 7 p.m.  A long, tiring end to an amazing trip.
The view from our room during our second
stay at Second Home Peru. The sculpture,
"El Beso," was the inspiration for the Park
of Love, about an hour's walk north along
the coastal bluff. To the left is Victor Delfin's
art studio.  Below the steep cliff you can see
the work on a major roadway that had traffic 

in knots during our time in Barranco.
At Second Home Peru, you can
swim in a sculpture garden. 

One of Victor Delfin's sculptures at the
edge of his garden overlooking the Pacific. The
roof is above three Second Home Peru mirador rooms,

including ours, that clung to the side of a cliff.




   

     
     
   
 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Peru: Lima is for (Art) Lovers



"El Beso" ("The Kiss") by Victor Delfin dominates Lima's
oceanfront Parque del Amor (Love Park).

"El Beso" is basically a copy of a sculpture at Delfin's home. 
We were told by Delfin's daughter, Lilian Delfin, that the mayor of
 Lima asked Delfin to make a larger version and to design a park around it.
 Delfin modeled the small park on Antonio Gaudi's Park Guell in
 Barcelona, complete with curving concrete walls decorated with mosaics.
 We got to meet Delfin , still very active in his 80s, and to see his
 studio when we stayed at his oceanfront Barranco home, part of which Lilian
 has turned into an art-filled bed and breakfast called Second Home Peru.
 Click HERE for its website. 
You may notice that the mayor gets more credit for
the park than the artist who designed it.

Lima was not the point of our month-long fall 2014 trip to Peru, which began with curiosity about touring Peru's part of  the Amazon aboard a riverboat.  But you cannot go to Peru without passing through Lima, and a bit of research convinced us that it deserved at least a few days. As it turned out, we had four distinct stays in Lima, starting with three nights at the new Hilton Miraflores (click HERE for website) when we first arrived in the country.  After 12 days in the Andes and elsewhere, we returned for one night at the Swissotel (click HERE for website) arranged by International Expeditions prior to our seven-night Amazon cruise.  The Swissotel is in the San Isidro financial district in a gated compound that must date back to when Peru was dealing with the Shining Path terrorists. After the cruise, we were back in Lima for one night at Second Home Peru, in the somewhat bohemian Barranco district, before going to the beach town Paracas for three nights, after which we returned to Second Home Peru. This B and B is mentioned in a photo caption above as sharing the home of the artist Victor Delfin.
       During our first stay we found our way to the Museo Larco, a museum devoted mainly to Pre-Columbia pottery (click HERE for earlier posting).  This is the one must-see destination in Lima.
       That evening, a Friday, we walked a few blocks from the Hilton to Jazz Zone, a second-floor music club (click HERE for website) where a ten-member band cranked out loud and lively salsa. It was amazing to see how dancers of all ages could practically twirl their rear ends.
Lima's Chinatown. 
      The next day we sought out a recommended "Chifa" (the Peruvian term for Chinese cuisine) restaurant in Lima's bustling Chinatown. The streets leading to it were lined with bazaar-like complexes selling everything from motorcycle parts to quinoa to toys and clothes. And the streets themselves were packed with vendors, too, so it seemed to take forever to walk to the restaurant, Salon Capon.  The expansive menu was entirely in Spanish, and when we asked if there was an English menu, we were given one in Chinese.  Nonetheless we managed to have a splendid meal.  Most of the other diners appeared to be members of Lima's sizable Asian community; they were almost all having Inca Cola with their meals. Inca Cola, the best-selling soft drink in Peru, is a very sweet bubblegum-flavored yellow carbonated drink.  I thought it was awful.
    Another highlight of our first stay in Lima was a visit to Huaca Pucllana, a huge adobe pyramid in Miraflores built by what is called the Lima culture between 200 and 700 A.D. You can tour the structure, which is in the process of being restored or at least preserved, only with a guide (included in the entrance fee; click HERE for website).  There's a similar but smaller pyramid in the San Isidro district called Huaca Huallamarca. The guide explained that in the Lima culture, whenever a new ruler took over, the previous center of government would be covered with soil and a new citadel built atop it. Each ruler wanted to be closer to the heavens than the previous ruler, leaving today's archaeologists a layer cake that traces the history of the people there.  The guide also explained that Lima's original residents didn't put roofs on their homes -- with less than an inch of rain a year, there was no need. Although Lima can experience humidity and even misty conditions, it's essentially a city without rain. Things can get kind of dusty, but ancient adobe structures are not likely to disappear due to erosion, either.
    When we were next in Lima, almost two weeks later, International Expeditions took our riverboat group on a tour of Central Lima and its Plaza Major, home of the city's cathedral and the nation's presidential palace (not open to visitors), before we flew northeast to the Amazon.  The cathedral is the burial place of Franciso Pizzaro, the Spaniard who made the Incas cough up a room full of gold to ransom their emperor and then killed him. (Pizzaro himself was eventually assassinated by one of his countrymen.) We also visited the 1500s convent San Franciso (no photography allowed) and its bone-filled catacombs, similar to but smaller than the catacombs in Paris.
This is a detail of a very large work at MAC.
It consisted entirely of white men in military
uniforms and other costumes that conveyed
authority throughout Peruvian history,
 all saying "Tomorrow." 
    During our final stay in Lima we were based in Barranco.  We walked north toward Miraflores along the mirador (a promenade overlooking the Pacific) from our B and B for about an hour to reach the Love Park. It's near Larcomar, a shopping mall built into the side of the cliff below the Marriott Hotel, which seems to be where most Americans stay in Lima, Larcomar has a lot of American businesses -- TGI Fridays, KFC, Pizza Hut, Burger King, Chilli's, Nine West, Gap -- along with the top retailers of Peruvian alpaca and llama goods.
     On the walk back, at the border between Miraflores and Barranco we visited the Museo de Arte Contemporaneo, known as MAC (click HERE for website).  There was more humor and joy de vivre in the works we saw there than we see in contemporary galleries in the U.S.  The next day, back in Barranco, we visited a very small museum called MATE (click HERE for website), set up by the Peruvian fashion photographer Mario Testino and devoted entirely to his work, including photos he took of Princess Diana in what turned out to be her last photo shoot. One of the gowns she wore is also on display.
    What else to say about Lima?  There are a number of good handicraft shops in Barranco, higher-end shops are in Miraflores, taxis are cheap, you don't need Yelp to find a decent meal, and you're not likely to feel unsafe in the evening walking in Miraflores or Barranco.  Even with a population of 10 million, Lima is not a "world city" like New York or Paris or Buenos Aires, but it is a vibrant, sophisticated urban center with a lot to offer visitors.
A cascade of flowers leads to the gift shop at the Museo Larco.
A man works on preservation at Huaca
Pucllana, an adobe pyramid in Lima built
between 200 and 700 A.D,




The gleaming new glass-covered medical center on the left offers a

contrast with the nearly 2,000-year-old Huaca Pucllana,

These are reproductions of mummies that
 have been found throughout the pyramid. The dishes
represent foods and other goods that would be needed
in the afterlife. Some of the mummies have been
those of babies, apparently sacrificed to guide adults
to the afterlife. 




The pyramid is made of thin adobe bricks arranged loosely in rows
 like books on a shelf. Our guide explained that the bricks were 
given space to move during earthquakes without collapsing, a neat 
solution to building in an area that has some 
sort of tremor almost daily.
The Basilica Cathedral of Lima dominates  the city's main square,
the Plaza Major.  Inside is the tomb of Francisco Pizzaro,

A painting in the Lima cathedral depicts the
Spanish dominating the naked indigenous people.

We caught a glimpse of a wedding in a chapel
at the Basilica Cathedral.



One of many ornate side chapels in the cathedral.
This sculpture is Victor Delfin's original  "El Beso." It
is on a terrace outside his art studio window and just below our
room's deck at Second Home Peru, the B and B at his
 oceanfront home in the Barranco district of Lima.