Ramblings of a Dutchy in California

In April 2003 I traded my hometown of Haarlem, Netherlands, for the San Francisco Bay Area and a career in tech journalism and high-tech public relations. But work isn't the only reason I like the area, as you'll see on this blog, which will primarily have photos and some personal thoughts.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Zipadidoo Thanksgiving

Pretty much everyone in the U.S. returning to work after the weekend this week was asked questions like: "Did you eat too much turkey?" or "Tired of turkey?" That's because last week was Thanksgiving and that means Americans get together with family and friends and eat, you guessed it, turkey.

(Two lucky birds don't get eaten though, the one pardoned by President Bush and the back-up "pardon turkey," I guess in case something were to inadvertently happen to the first one. Coincidentally, they named these turkeys "May" and "Flower" this year, a cute reference to the ship that brought pilgrims to this country.)

White House photo by Chris Greenberg

But I digress. The point is that I didn't have any turkey this Thanksgiving. Instead, I traveled to Nicaragua for a short exploration of a country I had hardly even heard about, except of course the bad stories about contras about a decade ago. There is none of that now. You might encounter the odd corrupt cop (who charged us $20 for allegedly turning without a turn signal), but otherwise the country is very safe and extremely well organized for tourism. (But you'll find that there aren't many tourists there, making it even better if you do go.)

San Juan Del Sur by night

In Nicaragua I met up with my dad who had flown in from Ecuador. We spent a night in San Juan Del Sur, a beach town that's big among surfers, and two nights in Granada, a gorgeous colonial town with great al fresco dining and architecture.

Granada

Our trip was packed with activities, including hikes along the edges of two active volcanoes (Mombacho and Massaya) as well as a cruise among Granada's islets in Lake Nicaragua, which coincidentally are the "babies" of the Mombacho because they were created by an eruption.

Parking on the edge of Volcan Massaya. Back-in, so you can get away quickly.

A highlight was a zipline tour along the tops of the trees in the dense forest on the slopes of Volcan Mombacho. Dad was a bit scared, but he survived and enjoyed himself. You can see (and hear) him coming down the last bit in this video :)

video

More photos and videos can be seen in my private album as well as on Ben's Latino Benno blog.

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3 Comments:

  • At December 1, 2007 4:31 PM , Blogger Ben said...

    i avoided turkey this year also by going to Vlaanderen and eating pancakes. mmm

     
  • At December 2, 2007 5:54 AM , Anonymous pluis said...

    Merkwaardige vogel komt daar door het oerwoud.
    Apart geluid en echte oerkreten.
    het zal je vader maar wezen .
    maar je hebt hem goed opgevangen en weer over een angstje heen geholpen.
    Zo maakt nu de zoon de vader stoer.
    Ik ben blij dat jullie heelhiuds terug zijn .
    pluis

     
  • At December 9, 2007 2:53 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    vooral het filmpje met de geluiden is bijzonder spannend. Lijkt mij toch wat eng. Jullie hebben wel weer een leuke trip gemaakt hoor zo samen! Geweldig om dat zo via de compu mee te kunnen maken.
    Veel groetjes, Aty

     

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