Puerto Escondido: El Bueno, El Malo y El Feo

March 6th, 2011 by Eileen 2 comments »

El Bueno

Here are my feet enjoying the sun, sand and surf at Playa Coral in Puerto Escondido (the rest of me kinda dug it, too). On an absolutely stellar Saturday, this beach was nearly deserted. I was imagining beaches in the States on a day like this — they’d be packed — and I felt so privileged to have this killer beach practically to myself.



Here are two of the resident watch cats of my guesthouse, Hotel Tower Bridge, on the deck outside my room, keeping a vigilant eye out for creepy crawlies.

Well, maybe not so vigilant. Even highly trained Mexican asesino watch kitties need some shut-eye.

El Malo

The ocean here is beautiful but dangerous, with a deadly strong undertow and razor-sharp rocks at the western end of the beach. In the non-rocky area I didn’t dare go in the water past my waist, and even then was pulled around a bit more than I prefer.



I don’t know what happened to this poor guy, but he was magnificent. About 18 inches long, thicker than a football, his scales and fins the most vivid shades of blue, silver, green and purple. He had washed up on the shore, but got sucked back in by the powerful surf just after I snapped this. I wish I could have seen him through a scuba mask, swimming and doing his thing.

El Feo

Walking back to my guesthouse on my way back from dinner tonight (carne asada, which fits into the “bueno” category), I came across two girls, about 9 and 11, looking at a dark critter scurrying along the side of the road. It was the diameter of a baseball and I asked them, is it a frog? Es sapo? “No,” the older girl replied, casually smacking it with her rubber sandal, “es tarantula.” Which is absolutely the last thing on earth I want to encounter, ever … I have awakened to a tree rat scurrying across my forehead in Laos; I had a 5-foot boa constrictor enter my yard in the Philippines; I have crossed paths with a big monitor lizard in Kenya, and I would choose any or all of these over a huge furry tarantula. After I took a picture of the now-dead thing, the rest of my walk in the dark became agonizing … every shadow or fallen leaf was a tarantula, plotting to run up my exposed feet and legs. I got back to the guesthouse and told a few people there about the girls and the eight-legged beast. Their reaction: “Oh, why did they have to kill it? Why couldn’t they just let it live?” Sigh. International hippies … I love animals, and I know logically that tarantulas are relatively harmless, but to me the only reasonable response to seeing a tarantula is to murder it immediately. I hope the resident watch cats share my views.

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New York to Oaxaca

March 4th, 2011 by Eileen 2 comments »

1 p.m.

I am sitting on the plane en route from NYC to Mexico City. Not a good flight. Aeromexico, your flight attendants are very nice but your omelets are rubbery and your coffee sucks.

I had to decide between a middle seat or an aisle seat in the last row of the plane (and therefore can’t lean back). I chose aisle/upright and am regretting it. The lady next to me has kept her elbow jammed in my side this whole time, and I am right in front of the bathrooms and kitchenettes, constantly grazed by flight attendants and people going to the bathroom (an ass just banged against my shoulder as I type this). However, had I chosen a middle seat, I know I would have been squeezed on one or both sides by big/ gangly/ unhygienic seat mates, or have had my seat kicked repeatedly by someone’s kid. That’s my luck.

That said, I’m a pretty patient flier and can deal with the upright seat, the traffic, the jostling and the elbowy neighbor. Then again, it’s only a four-hour flight; had it ventured into six hours or beyond, I might be typing something very different now.

We are approaching our descent, sayeth the captain. Time to prepare for the drill through customs … hoping the wait is not too long … and I have to pick up my GIANT backpack and check in again for my connecting flight to Oaxaca. I can already feel the temperature change and am getting excited. I left New York in the chilly chilly cold and am landing in the tropics. Awwww jeeeah.

Time to stash my electronic devices. Hola, Mexico.

3:45 pm
Plane #2 (puddle jumper from Mexico City to Oaxaca)

I just barely got on this plane … I was automatically put on standby due to “weight and balance issues” and had to wait until the plane was loaded until they could decide whether my giant bag and I made the cut. I was probably one of the last people who booked the flight, and that’s what they do with these mini planes. Either that or my bag is so heavy that they flagged me at check-in … in any event, I had to stand around with five or six other standbys, and at the last minute the gate attendants rushed me through with a GO GO GO GO and so now I am a little nervous that my giant bag will bring down this aircraft. Which would be fine, if I were coming BACK from my trip. To crash en route to Oaxaca would suck indeed. I’m in the single-seat row alongside the left of the plane. At least I’m not crammed next to someone. Oh and I sailed through customs and even did the whole exchange in (horrible) Spanish.

7 p.m.

Now I am in Oaxaca, at a small guesthouse on the outskirts of the city called La Villada Inn. This place has got that right amount of developing-country funk (the pool is nice, but cloudy, and no way in hell would I get in it.) It’s nearing 7 pm, night is falling and the mountain air gets chilly fast when the sun goes down. Just met a crazy cute German guy staying here, who is also traveling to Puerto Escondido tomorrow … hmmmm. I am drinking a Corona and relaxing in the hammock outside my room looking at the lights of the tiny houses at the base of the rolling, red-streaked mountains, listening to dogs barking and the wind rustling through the trees. It gets so dark in these little towns. I haven’t had a real trip since Africa last July … Montreal and Vancouver were great but don’t really count as traveling. When there is a sign in your bathroom telling you not to flush the toilet paper … THAT’S travel.

Holy crap, mosquitoes! I had forgotten they would be here. I know I have some bug juice in my travel medical kit but that is buried at the bottom of my giant bag, and I don’t feel like getting it out right now. Pretty soon I will have to venture inside anyway because the wind is kicking up and, damn, it really does get cold fast.

I was supposed to spend the night working, but have had problems logging in. Cop-out? Maybe, but there are things I can be working on that don’t require the Internet. I have to be able to work while on the road to, ah, support myself and fund my trips, so I can’t cop out. Time to remember that I am not on vacation; I am traveling, and there is a vast difference between the two.

BOOKED.

February 16th, 2011 by Eileen No comments »

After a long and difficult winter …

¡ME GUSTAAAAAA!

One way. Two weeks from now. :)

Mubarak: Y U No Leave?

February 10th, 2011 by Eileen No comments »

Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak announced he has handed his powers over to his vice president but he refused to step down outright or leave the country, retaining his title of president and ensuring regime control over the reform process. Stunned protesters in central Cairo who demand his ouster waved their shoes in contempt and shouted, “Leave, leave, leave.”

— The Associated Press



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Happy Chinese New Year!

February 3rd, 2011 by Eileen No comments »

According to the Chinese lunisolar calendar, 2011 is the Year of the Rabbit.

Damn. I was really hoping 2011 would be

Maybe next year.

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NYC: Progress at the World Trade Center

January 20th, 2011 by Eileen No comments »

I recently visited my brother’s office, overlooking Church Street in lower Manhattan, and had a great view of the World Trade Center complex. My bro is one of thousands of people working on the reconstruction of the World Trade Center.

It’s hard to appreciate the scale of this massive construction project from ground level … seeing it from above really drove home how much work has already been done below the surface. Foundational work included clearing the debris down to the bedrock, replacing huge retaining walls, and then rebuilding several stories of commuter train lines and subway lines … all  below ground level.

Now the buildings are starting to rise above the surface, most notably Tower One, which will be the complex’s main tower and at 1,776 feet will be slightly taller than the original Twin Towers. (Yes, the 1776 figure was deliberately chosen.) One World Trade Center is going up at a rate of a floor per week, and is already past the halfway point and should be finished by this time next year. It will include 3 million square feet of office space, 104 floors, an observation deck, two skyline restaurants, and a ton of shopping.

Here is the site plan to the World Trade Center, courtesy of the Port Authority of NY/NJ’s World Trade Center Web site. (Click around the site, as there is a lot of cool information about the revitalized World Trade Center complex.) My vantage point is from the building colored yellow and marked with a purple star.


Here is the shot I took out from my brother’s office window in mid-January, 2011.



1. Tower 1 – One World Trade Center
2. One of the world’s tallest cranes!
3. Footprint of South Tower (to become memorial pool)
4. Footprint of North Tower (to become memorial pool)
5. Performing Arts Center
6. Transportation Hub (PATH terminal)
7. Tower 4
8. Visitors’ Center
9. WTC Memorial

As one who grew up seeing the New York skyline with the Twin Towers marking the southern end of Manhattan, I am extremely stoked that this sad, gaping hole in the city’s skyline will soon be filled.

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NYC: Stellar Bites – Lombardi’s Pizzeria and Rice to Riches

January 6th, 2011 by Eileen No comments »

Sometimes the tourists get it right. Case in point: the historic Lombardi’s Original Pizza of New York. Billed as “America’s first pizzeria,” it occupies a top spot in the pizza-snobbish Big Apple, its praises sung by Zagat’s and every tourist rag from Travel + Leisure to Lonely Planet . As a result, it’s crawling with out-of-towners, which normally would make me flee, flee, flee. If you share that instinct, though, ignore it and brave the tourist hordes for a damn good pizza pie.

The secret is Lombardi’s thin hand-tossed crust, baked to crispy perfection in white-tiled charcoal ovens. These antiquated ovens are no longer allowed in NYC — one great excuse to visit this throwback to 1905. The crust is a testament to the difference a pizza oven can make: thin enough to render a satisfying crunch, strong enough to support fresh mozzarella, juicy tomatoes, charred pepperoni rounds cupping hot little pools of oil, or whatever other classic toppings you pick. The outer rim is crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside, and just dense enough to soak up all the pizza’s juices and oils. Get the original “margherita” (mozzarella, tomato sauce, fresh basil and romano), add your toppings, and wash it down with a pitcher of cold Brooklyn Lager.

Large margherita with tomatoes, spinach & wild mushrooms

At the edge of Little Italy in the fun Nolita neighborhood, Lombardi’s has an old-school Italian ambiance with checkered tablecloths, vintage Italian movie posters, and Sinatra crooning over the speakers. The restaurant is a labyrinth of small dining rooms upstairs and down, some of which require a trip through the busy kitchen to get to your table. Expect to drop between $25 and $35 per person if you order beer or wine.

Leave room for dessert, because when you stagger through the front doors of Lombardi’s and across narrow Spring Street, you’ll run into Rice to Riches, a flamboyant rice-pudding bar with a 1960s futuristic go-go flair and unapologetic pro-dessert stance. With at least a dozen daily flavors of rice pudding (try Butterscotch Boulevard, Almond Shmalmond, or Panna Cotta) and toppings (like espresso crumble, toasted coconut, or jelly), it’s classic comfort food disguised as an über-hip dish. This is the treat that appeals to my inner 6-year-old: sweet, creamy, compellingly lumpy and able to be eaten at the Jetsons’ kitchen table. Portions range from $6.50 per solo portion to $35 for the Moby (serves 10).

Long counter for puddings and toppings to the right,

futuristic seating all around.

Hee!

Click below for more reviews of Lombardi’s Pizza and Rice to Riches:

Lombardi's Pizza on Urbanspoon
Rice To Riches on Urbanspoon

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NYC: Xmas and the City, Part 3

January 4th, 2011 by Eileen No comments »

The last of my holiday 2010 snaps from New York City.  The photos from this last installment were all taken Christmas night. The holidays may be over, but the decorations are still up. Which is nice, since the Big Apple is currently a giant dirty slush puddle from the blizzard that dumped two feet of snow onto the city the day after I took these shots.

Happy New Year, y’all!

NYC: Xmas and the City, Part 2

December 30th, 2010 by Eileen 2 comments »

Here are a few more snaps taken in New York City on Christmas Eve and Christmas, 2010.


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Trapped on the Subway

December 28th, 2010 by Eileen No comments »

I’ve heard some horrid travel stories before, and have had my share of them, and here’s one that makes the All-Time Worst category: a Brooklyn couple, along with 400 other people, are trapped overnight on the New York City Subway’s A Train during the post-Christmas blizzard that hit the Northeast. Wet and cold and underdressed, they were unable to get off the train for hours. And then — because they were coming from the airport — to add insult to injury, they had to lug their frigging bags three blocks through deep snow to their house.

The writer refers to some of the other people stuck in the subway: the mom with kids, the people who wanted water, the people who needed to use the bathroom. Eventually they all got to get out and use a train station bathroom, which — because it was heated — became a popular spot for everyone to linger. A subway station bathroom was the most comfortable place to be, y’all. Ew. Ew.

My nightmare travel scenarios have generally involved hot temperatures, a packed and broken-down bus/train/boat/whatever, and third-world conditions. The “crammed into a broke-down public vehicle” and “third world conditions” definitely apply here, though these poor bastards had to deal with extreme cold instead of extreme heat. Not to mention, they were only a few miles away from home the entire time — that had to have been maddening. My hat is off to them. Hope they got warm and dry and some hot toddies in them, pronto, and they won’t let this stop them from traveling.

Anyway, here is a reminder of what the lovely NYC subway is like …

Taking the A Train: Sometimes not a jaunty jazz standard

NYC subway trains don't exactly have sleeper cars. Or bathrooms.

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