Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Being an American


I have stayed for varying lengths of time in 11 different countries in my adult life. The USA, Bahrain, Spain, Italy, Japan, Germany, Turkey, Korea, Netherlands, England, and Israel. I have visited about 10 others. My experience has shown me that they all have a few things in common like national pride, generosity, curious cuisine, customs and traditions. A little research has also shown me that none is without flaw or less than admirable eras of time. Nobody’s perfekt.

One of the common recommendations for US travelers around the globe is, “Don’t wear emblems of the USA, especially flags or anything that would make you stand out as a potential target.”  Everywhere I go I find people wearing American flag t-shirts, hats and jackets, and carrying bags or umbrellas that have uniquely American symbols on them. It occurs to me that the best way to blend in with the local populous and “go grey” in the world is to wear an American flag t-shirt, because only non-Americans seem to wear them in public. There are much more typical things that Americans wear like ball caps, shorts, white walking shoes, expensive water bottles, and fanny packs.  But I digress.
People, after eventually guessing that I am American, are quick to ask me about being American. They want to know what it’s like because they have seen American movies and TV shows and heard rap and rock and roll music. Often people dress like they think Americans dress, based on MTV and Hollywood. Questions abound like: are all Americans nice; do they hate Arabs; are you rich; what is LA and Miami like; have you met Michael Jackson or Elvis? A Berber in Morocco learned I was American and quickly said, “I love America…Swishingle, Rombon I love!” He was very excited and after a few minutes I realized that he loved Schwarzenegger and Rambo.  But, again I digress. I do that a lot.
The point of this whole story is that I have never been treated badly when anyone learned that I am American, in fact, it is usually an ice breaker to a great conversation, a free cup of coffee or tea, and even a meal. Usually, the meeting results in “you have visited my country; someday I will go to America.” I tell them, please come. Our traditions are as rich as any, and our customs and cuisines are so varied they hardly seem to belong to the same country (maybe because at least 27% of Americans are foreign-born or first generation Americans, including our President and First Lady.) Americans are very generous (outgiving to charity pretty much every other nation.) Americans are filled with national pride, and ambition, creativity and ingenuity are core to our nation’s identity.  Sure we have flaws, like being opinionated, self-centered, demanding and even arrogant at times, but despite all that, our diversity of religion, thought, national origin, and opportunity makes the USA, in my opinion, the greatest country in the world. I may live internationally most of the time these days, but I always go home to the USA. Happy Independence Day to my 330 million peeps!

Friday, June 1, 2018

CAIRO NOTES - (A Pre-Cautionary Tale)

As a preamble, let me say that going to Giza and Cairo was a fantastic experience.  The generosity and friendliness of the people seemed authentic and I do not want to disparage anyone.  There are however, certain things that a westerner might want to know before planning a trip.

Number one: If you require a modicum of normalcy in your lodging, book with a well known hotel chain.  Otherwise you may forget to turn on the hot water 30 minutes before you shower; you may not have coffee or tea in your room; you may have to dispose of toilet paper in the trash can – no flushing; and you may not have sound, smell or dust proof windows or doors.  Camels are loud and smelly when they wake up at 4 a.m.

Number two: Get a tour guide for Giza, Saqqara and Memphis and, for that matter, pretty much anywhere you want to go.  They know their stuff and they keep the wolves at bay.  By wolves, I mean the friendly touts, hustlers, “taxi” drivers and others who want to give you a “gift” or a special deal because “(insert name of your country) is number one!” When I say tour guide, I mean book one through your hotel, Viator, Trip Advisor, Get Your Guide, etc, AND read the reviews.  Don’t hire a local guide on the spot; they are not legal or vetted and although you might get the cool experience you also set yourself up to get shafted.

Number three: There are no gifts; everything is for sale and negotiable.  Doing it alone could get you angry or jaded.  Everyone has cousins or best friends in NY, San Francisco, LA or Miami.  Even if somebody writes your name in ink on a papyrus and gives it to you in honor of “my sister’s wedding” or “your children,” it is NOT a gift; do not take it or touch it unless you want to buy it.  Don’t even smile, just say no and turn your back.  Don’t look back.  A smile is a kink in your defenses.  No harm, no foul.  Or, on the other hand, go ahead and buy something.  Just don’t feel guilty about walking away, because there’s always a sucker like me right around the corner.  Oh, and “I want to give you my business card” is code for “I am going to sell you something.”

Number four: Don’t drive.  Police sirens are usually not police.  Nor are blue lights. Pedestrians, beggars with babies, Kleenex and carnation sellers, and street sweepers walk amid moving traffic at will.  Three lanes can accommodate 5 -6 cars abreast and horns are blowing ALL the time. In Giza, there seems to be no left or right side of the road; you just drive toward your destination avoiding horses, donkeys, small children, tuktuks, trucks, camels, old ladies, oncoming cars, potholes, and ditches.  Be prepared to swerve across the median when the road you are on ends. “On-ramps” can be embankments that people use because there is no on-ramp.  It’s scary enough to ride, but I wouldn’t even try to drive.  Hire a driver.

Number five: Definitely, definitely go to the Egyptian museum but expect to it to be more like “The Mummy” with Brendan Fraser and less like the Tate or Smithsonian.  The exhibits feel very old world with many pieces not labeled and others with a typewriter (that’s what we used before computers) written piece of paper scotch-taped on the glass or a wall.  Some, oddly enough, have well written and professional descriptions of the artifacts.  Supposedly there is an audio guide available but I didn’t see it and when I asked, the guy at the door said, “No” and waved his hand at me to move.  The TUT exhibit on the second floor is much smaller than I imagined but it is still very awesome to see.  No guide needed.  Plenty of “guides” will offer their assistance, though.

Number six: Consider getting T shirts before you go that read  لا شكرا  which is “la shukran” or “no thanks” in Arabic.  My suggestion is mostly tongue-in-cheek, but it could helpful after you lose your voice saying it loudly and often.

Number seven: Don’t talk politics.  The memory of the Arab Spring is fresh and raw as is the death toll and mayhem on the now beautiful Tahrir Square.  Change the subject if someone brings up Obama, Trump, or Hilary.  There is great diversity of opinion on all three names…  Stay clear.  This should also topics like Iran, Brexit and Macron. 

Number eight: Don’t go when Ramadan is in the summertime.  No food or water between sunrise and sunset makes people very tired and a little irritable.  They say, “We are used to it” and maybe they are, but that doesn’t change the effect on the human body, which is evident to me, the guy who discreetly drank water and ate snacks.  Many sites close at 3 p.m. which is a welcome reprieve when Ramadan occurs in the summer and people fast from 5 a.m. til 7 p.m. It makes for a v  e  r  y    l  o  n  g day without sustenance.

Number nine: You’ll see stuff happening but don’t get involved unless you have to.  I did get involved once for noble cause and I have the boy’s face etched into my brain.  In Cairo, I watched a boy get laid into with a stick, and a lady get dragged across the street by a man, kicking and screaming.  Others came to evaluate the situation, but I mind my own business.  I watched armored police vans racing down the street with people in hot pursuit.  I averted my eyes and went home.  Unless you are fluent in Arabic and local culture, don’t try to save the world just because your western sensibilities get tweaked, and they will.  You probably don’t have the answers anyway.

Number ten: Try Egyptian traditional cuisine and take it from the guy whose third day (and 4 days after the trip) was spent close to the toilet, if it smells funny or tastes funny, follow your instincts and leave it alone.  I did not, because I am an experimenter; a habit I am contemplating breaking.  I got a lot of reading done and achieved a new high score on Wood Block Puzzle though, so maybe it was not all bad.

Number 11: Don’t expect Giza or Memphis to be tourist resort areas.  They are not.  The area is very depressed.  If you like a nice clean vacation with pretty quaint villages, this is not going to sit well with you.

Go to Egypt.  Have a good time.  But remember, you’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.

TRAFFIC IN CAIRO


Take a look at my video to see more pictures:
My Cairo video on youtube

Bahrain – Hot dusty days and nights


 Six weeks in Bahrain hardly qualifies me as an expert at almost anything here, but I am starting to get into the groove as it were.  The one thing that always gets my motor turning is the driving conditions wherever I am.  People always tell me that the driving where I am going is horrible and that it is frustrating and difficult since people don’t seem to have any rules.  Well after Sicily and Turkey, I can say with some confidence that I can handle anything.  Bahrain is no different in that once you understand the unspoken rules of the road, you can get along fairly well.  My first day here, I was instructed to just jump the curb and park on the sidewalk. I was reluctant but always try to accept the word of my “helper” so I did just that.  Three hours later I came back and all was exactly as I left it. Driving here is civil but one has to be aggressive at the same time as being defensive. Turn signals are used sometimes and stop signs are suggestions unless you think you can get into the traffic by just going on. (Not like Sicily where they are just plain ignored.) Everything is a merge and everybody just seems to accept that, so I merge even when there is no room to merge. Somebody will crack under the pressure and give in. I generally park along the side of the road or on the sidewalk unless there is a spot in one of the big lots where a building once stood and was demolished to build a bigger building. Problem is that Bahrain is hot, dusty and windy and those big dry lots tend to get very dusty. 


That brings me to my next adventure which is the ever ready and eager car washer with a bucket  of water and a rag offering to “wash” the car.  Apparently that’s what everyone does here.  So I pay a guy 2 BD (about $5) to wash my car from time to time. Sometimes he takes the money and my car is clean when I return. Sometimes he refuses the money until after I see how well he washed my car then says the price is up to me.  If I offer 2 BD I get a frown of insult and utter disappointment, which is next followed by a negotiation.  I have paid up to 2.5 BD, but I think paying beforehand is better; it prevents standing in the hot sun arguing about a fair price. They want the return business so it is a relatively good deal. 
Historical places are relatively sparse.  There are some very old forts and ancient ruins, but the real draw in Bahrain is Banking, Shopping and Food, none of which are super high on my priorities list.  I am sure that once I get out and really explore, there will be much more interesting stuff to find, but so far my biggest cultural experiences have been visiting Fort Bahrain and experiencing Ramadan in Bahrain, where drinking a bottle of water or eating anything is against the law from sunup to sundown…for everybody.  If I do it, I have to do it in private and where I cannot be seen.  Or I can just go on the Navy Base, where Islamic Law is not applicable in the case of Ramadan.
SAND STORM
Hot dusty days and nights
WORKING ON IT








Saturday, April 21, 2018

Keeping faithful to my blog in Spain


Well I dropped the ball in Spain, but I am going to quickly catch up and enclose a few pics of key events. Having a basic working knowledge of Spanish came in very handy and led to several long conversations with locals who were patient with me, especially since despite the number of Americans, many people knew less English than I knew Spanish.  Going to the GP doctor, and then a rehabilitation doctor, relying on Spanish was a very good test. I even got the treatment for the right problem on the right part of my body. Spain was colder than I expected. Fortunately I brought jackets and sweaters so I was okay.  The whole last month I was there it rained torrentially almost every day, everything was flooded. There was always something washing up on the beach. I didn’t see it but Roman Ruins were uncovered in Cádiz due to the violent storms. I learned the difference between when to pronounce the sound “th.”  The letter Z is a hard “th” like in “think.” Ci and Ce are pronounced more like a soft “th” as in “then.”  Got it?  Good, because that’s the best I can do.
Ronda


So my trip: I posted pix of my day trip to Sevilla in the last post. I visited Cádiz the oldest (?) continuously occupied city in Europe. I took a road trip to Arcos, Grazalema and Ronda.  Ronda’s landscape and landmarks are featured heavily in the new animated movie “Ferdinand” which is also a very good movie. Granada was also quite beautiful, but the real attraction for my trip was the 12th century Alhambra palace and fortress overlooking the city. Gibraltar was another very cool space especially with the added dispute between Spain and England over who should really own it. The Rock of Gibraltar and the Barbary apes were impressive. The many Orthodox Jews surprised me as much, maybe more than the massive mosque on the south end.
My last weekend was reserved for a long weekend in Tanger and Chefchaouen Morocco.  There were not many big surprises except for the fact that they seemed to glory in the widespread acceptance of all people from all races, religions and other identifiers.  The people were very helpful and friendly.  I was not amazed so much as impressed.  Maybe the fact that it rained torrentially most of the weekend kept the aggressive touts at bay, but there was no hassling to buy trinkets and souvenirs.  I did however meet my goal to buy a hand-woven Moroccan Berber Carpet and a Jalaba (traditional garb). I even made a video about it.



I am including links to my Spain and Morocco videos here so instead of looking at a few pics, you can see as much as you like.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Welcome to España!

Rota panorama
I am planning to be more faithful to my blog in 2018.  There are always interesting things happening and lessons being learned and I always have the intention, albeit not the follow through.  That said, I am now in Rota, Spain where I am doing the same job working with military children and their families. Rota is a very pretty beach town that feels pretty “walking-dead” right now because it is also a tourist town with many empty villas and apartment complexes waiting for the summer holiday onslaught.  Good food…lots of fish. It turns out that the local specialties are fried; not really good for cholesterol management I am sure. Tuna is the big fishing industry but I hear that most of the tuna is shipped to Japan. Go figure. The beaches are beautiful and the area of Andalucía is famous for sherry production, Andalucian horses, and cities that are thousands of years old including Rota, Cádiz, Jerez and Sevilla, which I visited this weekend. Also on my agenda are Córdoba and Granada and Morocco.  Driving here is more “civilized” than in Sicily and although people definitely drive fast and love to tailgate, it feels pretty safe.  I have been practicing speaking Spanish as much as possible and although I am far from fluent, I am able to communicate pretty well. I went to buy a sweatshirt in Seville yesterday because it got cold fast when the sun went down and I did the whole transaction in Spanish, but the man thought I was Italian.  Still working on going native wherever I am, and though it is not working, nobody guesses me for an American. When they learn I am American they always enthusiastically welcome me to their country, in English.  Spain is no exception! The general goodwill and friendliness of people all over the world is the gift that keeps on giving.  That it is, Garry.  That it is.

Here are a few pics of Spain…with captions.
Rota Cathedral
Sunset from my balcony
From the Bell Tower - Seville Cathedral


World´s largest Gothic Cathedral - Seville
Inside El Alcázar - Seville


Torre de Oro, Seville