Author: Jonathan

We docked this morning in Mormugao, a port in the Indian state of Goa. Goa was a Portuguese colony and the last state of India to gain independence from foreign occupation, in 1961. The Portuguese influence still shows strongly in the brightly colored buildings and homes in the area. Today’s excursion took us to the Tropical Spice Plantation, a few kilometers north of the town of Ponda. After three days in one of the most densely-populated cities on the planet, it was a refreshing change to get out into the countryside. We even caught a fleeting glimpse of monkeys in the trees beside the road. Crossing the low bridge over the lakebed to get to the farm was a little unsettling. The bridge planks were rounded halves of trees, covered with burlap and then a layer of rubber. The footing felt a little unsteady! The “tourist” side of the operation is a pathway through a verdant maze of various types of spice plants and...

Our final day in Mumbai took us through some old neighborhoods. Sunday traffic was light, but there were many people out and about. The first walk of the day was through the Khotachi Wadi area, which is a very culturally and religiously diverse area of Mumbai. There are still Christian Indians of Portuguese descent here, living amongst Hindus, Jains, and Zoroastrians. Many families have been living in the same houses for generations. We passed one home where the owner said his family had been living since the 1880s. The Portuguese-influenced houses had carved window frames and balconies. Their courtyards were often brightly decorated. We stopped for refreshment at the 300-year-old James Ferreira bungalow. The owner said that the house had belonged to his grandfather. He fought the city to keep it, and the surrounding area, as a cultural heritage preserve and prevent it from being razed for high-rise apartments. His home and “No Borders” shop demonstrate that all are welcome. Next we went through the upscale Malabar Hill...

Our first day in Mumbai opened with nervous/eager anticipation. We’d heard so many praises—and warnings—about Mumbai that we didn’t really know what to expect. We were fortunate to have Silpa, a middle-aged Indian woman with a fantastic sense of humor, as our guide for the day. We started with a brief drive-by of some of old Bombay’s classic Victorian buildings (the University, the train station, etc.). We then headed to Crawford Market, a fruit and vegetable marketplace that has been here since the late 1800s. Porters stand near the entrance with baskets balanced on their heads. Shoppers hire a porter to carry their purchases as they shop. Silpa explained that with the heat and humidity of Mumbai, food spoils rather quickly, so it’s not unusual for a housewife to go to the market at least once a day for fresh produce. She showed us her mother’s favorite grocer. Photos can’t do justice to the feeling of walking among the very narrow paths in the...

O vast Rondure, swimming in space, Cover'd all over with visible power and beauty, Alternate light and day and the teeming spiritual darkness, Unspeakable high processions of sun and moon and countless stars above, Below, the manifold grass and waters, animals, mountains, trees, With inscrutable purpose, some hidden prophetic intention, Now first it seems my thought begins to span thee… ...The traders, rulers, explorers, Moslems, Venetians, Byzantium, the Arabs, Portuguese, The first travelers famous yet, Marco Polo, Batouta the Moor, Doubts to be solv'd, the map incognita, blanks to be fill'd, The foot of man unstay'd, the hands never at rest, Thyself O soul that will not brook a challenge. —Walt Whitman, Blades of Grass, Book XXVI How different is the voyage of the modern “explorer!” As I write this on my laptop computer, I sit in a plush terrycloth bathrobe on a comfortable bed in an air-conditioned stateroom, while the roll-stabilized mighty ship cuts through the monsoon-stirred waters at 20 knots with barely a creak. I bemoan that the ship’s rolling and pitching...

We docked at al-Muttrah port in Muscat just after sunrise this morning. We took it easy yet again today, with a brief driving tour of some of the sights of the city. Our drive first took us past the new opera house. Sultan Qaboos is an organist and lutanist. His world-class opera house opened in 2001, and it houses the Sultan’s own symphony orchestra. I wish we would have had time to stop by there. It was a beautiful building, and there is a large shopping mall and arts center behind it. We stopped at the new mosque, another of the Sultan’s projects “for the enrichment of the Omani people.” It’s the country’s biggest mosque and can house thousands of worshippers at once. The landscaping around the mosque was tasteful and colorful, with hundreds of neatly-planted shrubs flowering in many hues. As we noticed in Salalah, the streets in Muscat are spotless. Our guide Khalid explained to us that cleaning crews work three shifts...

Today we berthed at Salalah, a port at the southwest corner of Oman. After 4-1/2 days at sea, our ship needed to refuel, and we were all eager to get off the ship and stretch our legs. Salalah’s weather was very different than what we’ve experienced on this journey so far. We left the hot-and-dry of Egypt and Jordan for the hot-and-incredibly-humid of the Red Sea. Salalah, in contrast, was in the low 80’s today and a little humid, but not oppressively so. They’ve just come off a rainy spell from the Indian monsoons, so the local vegetation was a nice healthy green. The city was very clean and not at all crowded, even though we had come at the start of rush hour. Salalah is a relatively unknown spot for Western tourists, but it is a popular summer getaway for residents of the Arabian peninsula. In July and August, when temperatures easily exceed 104°F (40°C) in cities like Riyadh or Dubai,...

Our trip from Aqaba to Petra on August 28 traversed a land rich in both modern and ancient history. As we started north from Aqaba, the highway ran just to the west of the mountains bordering the Wadi Rum. This area was made famous by the 1962 movie Lawrence of Arabia. Many recent movies have been filmed here, too, including Prometheus and The Martian. It has become a popular tourist destination for rock climbing, camping, four-wheeling, and camping. Our route then joined up with Jordanian Highway 35, which follows the ancient King’s Highway that ran from Egypt to Damascus. This route has been in use for more than 5,000 years. It was a trade route long before the Israelites used it for their exodus from Egypt. Along the highway is Mount Nebo, the place where Moses was said to have first seen the Promised Land and where he was buried. From our bus, we could also see Jebel Harun, which is topped by...

Petra has for years been at the top of the places we’ve wanted to visit. We were so excited about going on the trip that it completely overshadowed any complaints we had about having to meet up with our tour group at 6:10 a.m. I’ll write more about the journey between Aqaba and Petra tomorrow. For now, I’ll concentrate on our visit to this UNESCO World Heritage Site. As we approached the modern city of Petra, our guide Hamzeh told us, “You will hear me say at times on the tour, ‘This man has excellent souvenirs that you may wish to buy.’ When I say that, I am lying. I am saying that only because we have to appear to show support for the local merchants. If you see something you wish to buy, let me know and I will tell you the best place to find it and the price to aim for in your negotiations with the seller.” We appreciated...

One of my minor bucket list items was to snorkel in the Red Sea. I got my opportunity today. Our ship was docked at Sharm el-Sheikh, which has blossomed into a sparkling new resort town at the southern tip of the Sinai Peninsula. Instead of yesterday's visit, where we saw structures built 35 centuries ago, nothing in Sharm is older than 35 years. We had been asked to submit our shoe size in advance to ensure that we had the right size swim find on board. Of course, the process turned out to be a totally haphazard jumble of the ship's hands tossing flippers around to everyone to see if anything fit. But we were underway soon enough. Our first stop took us to the south side of Ra's Nazrani. Here the reefs came very close to the surface in spots, and our guide led us through a maze between the coral outcrops. There were at least 10 snorkeling boats anchored side by side...

Another 3-1/2 hour bus ride today, this time from the port of Safaga on the Gulf of Suez to the city of Luxor on the Nile River. In the first 90 minutes of our trip, we crossed the Eastern Desert. Large barren outcrops of granite gave form to a lifeless countryside. The only vegetation I saw was the occasional clump of grass on the desert floor. There was no plant or animal life on the hillsides. If it weren’t for the occasional security checkpoint, you’d think the place was completely uninhabited. As before, traveling on our bus was an armed policeman from the Ministry of Tourism. Then we approached the city of Qena, and suddenly we were in the fertile valley of the Nile. We turned south along a road that paralleled the east bank of a 19th century irrigation canal, through a distinctly rural area that looked as if it hadn’t changed too much in the last 200 years. Date palms...