So how was the flight on an A380?

April 8, 2017

It looks a lot bigger in real life. There wasn’t a ramp from the gate to the plane, there was a ramp to a 3 way intersection (First, Business, Economy), then stairs, then another ramp then OMG. It’s bigger on the inside than I expected. Four across seating allowed for ‘seats’ (pods would be a better name) with this between the seat part of the pod and and the aisle:

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For the first time there was more – far more – storage space at the ‘seat’ than I could use. One of these holds the full length sleeping pad and pillow, the other is for, uh, duty free purchases?

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I put that pad and pillow to good use, getting 5.5 hours uninterrupted sleep on the way to Sydney.

Return flight was scheduled for 7:30 pm. We left at 9 pm. Is flying Business Class worth it? Good question. Maybe if I could barely afford it I’d have a good answer. I do know time passed quickly and comfortably in the Emirates lounge. But the best part, after walking about 5 kilometers on the warmest day yet, was my first stop in the lounge:

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In 2015 I flew biz class for the first time, on a flight to Vienna. It was a 60th birthday present to myself and an experiment to see if it would reduce jet lag and travel fatigue. It did. Flew biz class again last year to Amsterdam to verify my findings (HA! I don’t even believe that justification). Thought about a quote I’d read decades earlier: ‘A luxury once sampled becomes a necessity.’ Wasn’t concerned because I’d long since learned that when I did splurge it was balanced by my pervasive living beneath my means.

After my third trip with long biz class flights I’ve realized it’s probably time to switch to another quote. Last year I read about the discovery of a walled off section of a NYC subway line. It contained the deteriorating remains of one of the best known and most opulent private subway cars from the era when the system accommodated them. The author found a quote by the owner from the period she was using the car. When asked if a private car was an acquired taste, she replied, ‘No. One takes to it immediately.’

 

 


O Lucky Man!

March 19, 2017

So far, it had a been a fun day in Melbourne. I went to Luna Park, an amusement park that opened in 1912, for a photo shoot. As expected, on the way there and back I followed distractions, which had me heading back to the hotel later than expected. Not a problem.

Then I kept eating up time. When changing trams, I got on the correct route going the wrong way. Realized that after one stop but waiting for the right tram took a while. While waiting I saw a big banner advertising a stage play touring company now in Melbourne. Googled for tickets, but, as expected, they’re sold out until late April. While my face was buried in the phone, I missed the next tram.

Once on the correct tram I soon saw something worth photographing and hopped off. After 15 minutes, checking Google maps showed 2 options back to the hotel: tram or train. Had yet to take a train in Oz, so I took the longer way home.

Walking from station to hotel I passed a theater. The one hosting the sold out play. An open door had a small sign saying box office open. The stated hours open had started 5 minutes earlier. Walked on, then, in a moment of non-pessimism, turned back and went in.

There was one ticket left for a matinee the next day. She asked my price range. I asked first see the seating chart. Wow. Decided to buy before hearing the price. Why? Sometimes SLADS (Spending Like A Drunken Sailor) seems like the best thing to do.

The view from my seat:

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Front row in the first balcony.  The show was excellent:

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If I remember correctly, this is the third live musical I’ve seen. First was A Chorus Line by the UC Irvine Drama Department in the early ’80s. Second was Reefer Madness in a 99 seat theater in LA in 1998 or 9.


Off to Oz

March 12, 2017

I’m on my way to Australia for about 2 weeks. Daily updates will be on my post-one-photo-a-day project at 365Project.org. One album will be my favorite images , the other will be a record of and comments about the day, site or photo .

Photography isn’t the only reason I travel, but it is one of the major ones. Necessity may teach me to pack lighter, but here is my travel kit for now.

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Bottom Row, left to right: Tripod, assorted ties for attaching tripod to pack.

Row 2: Olympus 12mm f2 (multiply focal length by 2 for 35mm equivalence), Panasonic 20mm f1.7, Panasonic 14-45mm f3.5-5.6, Olympus EM10 MkII with Panasonic 35-100mm f2.8, Flash.

Row 3: Two lens hoods (which I should have reverse mounted on the lenses for this photo), SD card reader with cable, White balance cards I’ve been playing with, 2 types of lens cleaners in baggie.

Row 4: Two empty filter cases because replacing a filter in the field without an empty case requires either 3 hands or setting a filter down , stack of ND and CPL filters, Filter step-up rings because the lenses take 3 different sized filters and the CPL won’t fit any without a step-up ring. 2 batteries in baggies with charger and power cable, spare SD card.

The ‘What If something goes wrong…’ row : Replacement or second camera – Olympus E-PL1 with Olympus 14-42EZ f3.5-5.6, 4 spare lens caps, spare rear lens cap attached to spare body cap, External hard drive with 2 128gb USB drives, Filter wrenches.

Top Row: Case for E-PL1 in baggage which also serves as a belt pouch for spare lens(es) in places that don’t allow backpacks, Padded insert designed for photo gear, which goes in the adjacent carry-on backpack

Not shown: Ultrabook computer, any evidence of photographic talent.


2017 Shoehorned Sandwich

February 12, 2017

My trip folder names are boring. 2014 Fall – Japan, for example. I broke the pattern with 2015 Fall – Slovenian Splurge because it just fit. The trip formerly known as 2017 Spring – Portugal has become 2017 Shoehorned Sandwich.

May looked good for Portugal because it warms up and dries out as Spring progresses (duh, just like most places). My stopover city on the way home, Paris, is less desirable in late May because the French Open adds demand for accommodations. Who knew Springtime in Paris was a thing?

Google Images of Paris parks in Spring http://bit.ly/2kWhnSw

So I shoehorned the trip between the start of the Open, and a date reached by subtracting the number of nights I wanted in Portugal and Paris. I can’t remember doing such precise travel date setting since retiring, except when traveling with a friend from the US of A.

What about the Sandwich?  I’ve kept trying and failing to add more unplanned days to my trips. Actually, more nights without booked places to sleep. I started planning this trip with the best of intentions: book 1 night before and after flights. Immediately remembered budget places near metro stations in Paris sell out early. Booked all nights in Paris when I bought the airline tickets in early Dec.

OK, so first night Lisbon will be easy – but – the next day is a public holiday, so first 2 nights. The more I read about Lisbon, the less it seemed like a relaxing place in which to recover from let jag, uh, jet lag. Lisbon has an extensive light rail system. One line ends at Cascais, a former fishing town that became a weekend and day-trip destination from Lisbon. It shouldn’t be warm enough for beach goers in April, so I’m in.

Google Images of Cascais  http://bit.ly/2lEIzoD

The last night is in Porto. Easy. Done. Except the oldest part of the city, the one of most interest to tourists, is on steep hills.

Google Images of Porto http://bit.ly/2lEv2xE

Damn, my knees are older than the rest of my body. The best value budget sleeps nearest metro and bus stations were down to their last few rooms. I added 2 more nights. My knees thanked me.

Good, that left many unbooked nights – but – while putting the bookings on a calendar I saw I’d noted May Day when deciding on flight dates. Not just a big public holiday, a 3 day weekend. Plan was on the 3rd day to head south to the Algarve region on the Southern coast. It’s the warmest and driest part of the country. Plan was to stay 3-5 nights, but that meant moving on during a 3 day weekend. No thanks. I needed a Plan B.

OMG. Sintra is a 30 minute bus ride from Cascais and it’s on a rail line to the Algarve via Lisbon.

Google Images of Sintra http://bit.ly/2lEqO8T

I had figured to hit it in mid trip as I meandered north to Porto. It works better making it the second stop then doing a base camp over the long weekend in Faro as the third stop. Faro is a good transport hub for day trips in the Algarve and interesting in itself.

Sintra is on steep hills, budget sleeps in or near the flat area by the train station… you know the rest. Booked 2 nights in Sintra, 4 in Faro. Aargh.

Adding Faro and Sintra to my calendar removed the aargh because then I saw the filling of the sandwich: Ten unbooked nights in a row in a relatively small country. Woo hoo.


Australia In March

December 13, 2016

About a month ago I had the idea of spending a week relearning how to fly a sailplane. Why? For the fun of one last fling in the air. For travel with a purpose. For something to spend on with my Social Security checks, which start in January.

Australia and it’s impending summer were the obvious choice. Near Melbourne is a gliderport that’s next to a small town serviced by bus and train. However, its weeklong learn to soar programs were booked well into the months that are way too hot for me. Maybe next year.

But I wanted to get outta town, outta Thailand and outta SE Asia for a couple weeks before my TBD spring trip. The answer kept coming up New South Wales and Victoria in March, the beginning of their Autumn. So I now have a round trip ticket to Sydney for 14 nights. No plan yet except Sydney – somethings – Melbourne – somethings – fly from Melbourne to Sydney.

Maybe the weather will cooperate, allowing a day of sailplane lessons.


Link to Daily Updates on My Spring Trip

May 10, 2016

I’m in year 2 of a post-one-photo-a-day project at 365Project.org. For this trip I’ve created a second album solely for trip photos with comments about the day or the photo. Thumbnails photo are laid out on a calendar: While Traveling Album. Photos taken on the trip where I attended to the aesthetics or creativity of the image instead of recording a memory are on my primary album. In trip photos started on 23 April. They’ll continue until early June.


Flamenco Bar in Golden Gai

November 12, 2014

Golden Gai is a tiny area of micro bars near Shinjuku Station, Tokyo. That’s micro bars, not micro brews. Micro as in seating six people. Seriously. The exteriors are not much to look at, but nothing is open in the daytime so few notice:



Photographing doors in Golden Gai was one of my stops in Shinjuku. I was underwhelmed. This door is nothing special but it was the only place with brick walls and had the only Spanish language sign, Rincon* Flamenco Nana:



Googling turned up the facts and the stories. Is this the world’s smallest Flamenco bar? Legend is Nana-san opened the bar in 1963, using it to spread her love of Flamenco music and culture. After 40 years she sold it to a man who was also one of the pioneers of Flamenco in Japan. Flamenco dance is a niche, but there are enough Japanese fans to support the world’s only monthly Flamenco magazine (site is in Japanese, open in Chrome for best translation). A Spaniard doesn’t have to enjoy Flamenco or be from Andalusia to know of this tiny cultural outpost in Tokyo.

Official site, in Japanese

*Rincon means corner or nook, a good name for a tiny place on a corner.