Sunday, January 18, 2015

WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO?

Jan. 20, 2015.   New York City

WOW!  I got back on after being off this blog for a few countries.  Now in NYC and will try to catch up on what I've not written on this piece of simulated writing paper.  Will just get in a quickee about today....    Well, being in NYC is an adventure every day.  Today was no exception. There was yesterday too of course and then all those other days.  But today.... It was pouring rain.  The friend I was supposed to meet gave  me the wrong address.  After schlepping up and down and over  many streets and Avenues, trying to find her, I gave up.  I was also lost.  And it was still pouring rain.  What's  a girl to do?  Ask a gentleman with an umbrella to help me,  of course. Which I did and he did.   So after a lively 2 1/2 hour chat over coffee, we made a date to visit his place of   Business....a slick, New, very upscale for profit  global educational project.  Being a former teacher and very interested in what kids of the upper crust are being taught, I'm very excited to have this visit   So tune in next week when  I promise to begin to tell about a few other adventures starting from where I left off last year when in China.

Sallie

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Don't Wait to Get All the Answers

The Questions were non-stop:
"Where is Qatar?""The Middle East."
"It's dangerous.  Why are you going there?"
 " Because I haven't been."
 "How long will you stay?  "Don't know."
  Where will you stay?"  Same answer.
  "What will you do there?"  "It's to be discovered."
 "Why aren't you settling down?"  "Why should I start now?"

The questions  started back in November last year.  That's when I found out my dear friend, Renee Lewis was working as a journalist for Al Jazeera in Doha, Qatar.  I did two things right away; (a) I checked Google to find out where Qatar  was, and (b) Asked Renee if there was a little job there she could find for me to do.  She got on it right away, starting by helping me to update my ancient resume.  Surprisingly her manager was interested in having me come  However, it was more complicated for me  and  the on-and-off nature of the decision-making left all my friends and family  in suspense.

  Inspite of this unknown, I went ahead with making plans; loose plans.  Very loose plans that started with renting my house  for the next year. I hadn't planned on renting my house.  The idea  was  totally unexpected, unplanned,  and came  from someone I never suspected  was interested in living in it. But when the proposal was presented to me,  I thought  it over for 5 seconds and agreed.  However, the house  had to be unfurnished.  Hadn't planned for that.    Unfurnishing it was a ghastly job, only  made possible with the help of dear friends.    While trying to unload all my belongings,  I also had to  think about packing for a Muslim country in hot weather (it turned out to be very cold), and  arranging  accommodations in Doha.  I decided on couch-surfing which required some research and computer time.  I  had to find a temporary place to stay in San Miguel until the time I would actually leave.   Meanwhile I spent   many hours searching for a suitable flight, not knowing how long I would stay away. .  Complicating things more,  I  had to time my departure with other events that needed attention.  At the same time, Renee would email me periodically, telling me of the progress or lack of it in getting me something to do at Al Jazeera. Sometimes it  looked like I had a job, sometimes not. But I knew I was going  to Doha no matter what.  While the answers to so many questions mattered to others, the answers didn't matter to me.  I knew that however things rolled out, it would be a renewing, exciting adventure. Eventually,  I would get what I wanted.

After two months of preparation with many unknowns still hanging, a big, wonderful going-away party,  and only  two weeks after my 79th birthday,   I took a crowed, scruffy-looking  overnight bus from San Miguel de Allende, Mexico to Houston, Texas.  I was the only non-Mexican on the bus and also the oldest.   With a few hours of sleep and  24 hours later,  my dear friend, Dawn McCarty  met me at the Houston bus station  and took me to the International Hostel; a lovely old mansion  where I had my own room and attached bath with free breakfast in the morning.   I spent the night there and the next evening Dawn took me   to the airport for my  flight to Doha.  Qatar Airways made sure the two oil capitols were directly, non-stop connected..

After a very comfortable 13 hour   flight, we arrived in Doha.    Tracy, my couch-surfing hostess was at the airport to meet me.  She drove me to her beautiful, centrally located apartment where I again had my own bedroom and bath.....free.  The next day Renee picked me up and took me directly to Al Jazeera, a thrilling experience.  No, I had no job  but it didn't matter.  Renee made sure I saw what I needed to see there and met whom I need to meet.  Later, with time off, she took me to see many other places in the city and to learn things about it I'd never have known without her.  Soon,  I came to realize that Doha was the strangest place I've ever visited..

Doha, in the midst of the desert, quiet, peaceful, though directly across from Iran, is super modern,  feeling somewhat like a more up-to-date Los Angeles . The sand is covered with asphalt freeways, parking lots, shopping malls and   non-stop construction  of very beautiful, most  modern  high rise buildings I've seen anywhere.  .  The architecture is stunning and represents the signature designs of the most famous architects in  the world. Surprisingly, most  buildings are empty.  And so were the streets, except for the third-world construction workers whom I learned worked 10, 12, 16-hour days for shockingly little pay.  Rarely was a white-robed Qatari man or a black-robed Qatari woman  seen in the streets.  They are not the Cat drivers, welders,  waiters, taxi or bus drivers, bank tellers, or  shop keepers.

  While many  are academicians, artists, musicians, lawyers, doctors, scientists, politicians,  they  are also  shoppers.   Unless you are lucky enough to know them personally,    to see Qatari men and women, you must go to any of the many upscale shopping malls in the evening.  There you will see men, their heads carefully draped  traditional style,  wearing   their  long  whiter-than-white clothing.    Clusters of  Qatari women will be seen  covered from head to toe in black, sometimes faces covered with a thick black veil,  or completely uncovered. Sometimes only their  eyes  are exposed which somehow seem to reveal much more about them than was intended.   But always could be heard their spike heeled shoes click clacking on the floor as they shop in trendy shops where cute little short dresses were on sale, or low cut blouses in bright colors, along with expensive shoes and everything from French, Italian, Spanish, and American globalized makers of fashion.

In addition to the grand, ostentatious shopping malls,  Renee took me to the  beautiful Islamic Art Museum, the Cultural Center, an abandoned fishing village in the desert, elegant hotels,  a variety of ethnic restaurants, and  a very "hot"  upscale  roof top bar....a bit surprising in this Muslim country. But in addition to all these places that I found so  intriguing were  the people I met.  One particularly interesting woman was Imam, a  vivacious, beautiful Palestinian American archaeologist working on a site outside of Doha.  She told me about her work revealing the little-known life of the pearl divers  that once abounded  there...before oil was discovered and changed everything.   I was also enriched by meeting another of my couch-surfing hosts, Mohammed, an Egyptian who had a part in the Arab Spring at Tahir Square.  His stories were riveting. My world had expanded.

Expanding my world were also  the revelations about the darker side of Doha; the stories of wealthy Qatari owners of villas built strictly for their underground parties.  Their parties, I was told, consisted of non-stop drugs and alcohol and  third-world female prostitutes.  This was rather surprising given the  strict Muslim exterior.

Of course, there is also the large, international university complex consisting of some of the most prestigious American universities where local students and those from the region come to study.  There are the well-known Doha Debates of high acclaim, and the Doha  venue for an all-women's international tennis match.  All are anticipating  the Olympics slated to be held there in 1220.

The bottom line is that  my friend's questions were answered this way:  when making plans for travelling and  when actually doing it,  much has to be unknown, even if you think you've planned for everything.  But there will always be an answer to your questions, one way or another, and they will all be OK....depending on your attitude.  Best to make it a positive one.  If you do, all will be as it should be.

Next time I'll tell you why I left Doha  after two weeks  and flew off to a very different destination....with more unknowns.  And more adventure.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Travel Coach: Your Travel Coach is now in North Carolina; a firs...

Travel Coach: Your Travel Coach is now in North Carolina; a firs...: Your Travel Coach is now in North Carolina; a first-time for this Californian.  I love the beautiful, green-leafed trees surrounding my fri...

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Your Travel Coach is now in North Carolina; a first-time for this Californian.  I love the beautiful, green-leafed trees surrounding my friend's spacious, welcoming home in the woods. Alice, my brilliant, loving, lovable  friend is a psychologist, opening my life to a whole new spectrum of problems endured by this New Age.  But that's another story for another time.

Now,  to tell you about  experiencing the flavor of this part of the country.  To begin  with,  there was a delightful Passover-Easter gathering at Alice's home.  Delicious were lemon martinis served along with  matzo  ball soup and Easter Bunny chocolates.  The next day  I  was treated to  NC's famous bar-b-q pork, not exactly kosher, but  delighting my taste buds with new sensations.   Visiting  several little surrounding towns, I was made  aware of the  Latinos that live here and the many tiendas and  Mexican restaurants in town. Also, refreshing, is a  Black American population in numbers not usually seen in White American,  middle class neighborhoods on the West Coast.  I was reminded that this is The South.

To back up I want to tell you  how I got here in the first place..
This part of the story is to remind us that one can have the most detailed plans made and yet it's easy for something unexpected to drop in and change everything.  My mantra: always make Plan B.  And it's a good thing I did because, while visiting family in the mall-filled desert of Arizona,  I suddenly found myself with a health problem that prompted me to leave Phoenix  immediately.  ER  docs there  caused me to hurridly shift travel plans and fly to my  HMO in San Francisco.  To make this happen,   I went to the computer, made a reservation online, and took off the next morning.  Once in San Francisco, there was no more desert, but lots of fog and a chilly wind, wrapped around its famous hills,  all warmed by a welcoming friend.  I got settled in and with a quick cup of coffee the next morning,  I took the bus to my appointments to begin a week of medical testing...and more testing  with lots of anxious waiting for results.  Fortunately, all test results had no  answers to my medical problem.  Naturally, my  decision was then to  forget about what was thought a medical problem and to continue on with my traveling.  What else is a 79 year old  to do? .

But before going on, I decided to make the most of being in The City.  Loving everything  Asian,  I got  myself  on a city bus and made my way to  Chinatown.  The streets, as always, were crowded with shoppers, but this time I saw something new; upscale tea tasting shops.  Serious, professional- looking tea pourers offered and explained the uniqueness of each of the hundreds of teas being sold, while customers paid handsome prices for "the sell."   I bought tea in the same old shop where  I have always bought it, in  little normal tea boxes,  for half the price.  In the same shop I  saw barrels full  of traumatized fat green frogs piled one on top of another, their eyes popped  open,  pleading for rescue,.  Alongside them were  fish swimming in large fish tanks, and others,  very dead,  stacked   high  on wooden planks. I heard lots of Cantonese spoken by older folks while young ones spoke English and when asked, didn't know Chinese.

After  enjoying some delicious dim sum and buying my tofu and bok choy, I wandered through nearby, Italian  North Beach to my old haunts; the City Lights Book Store and Visuvio's Cafe where I once posed as a cocktail waitress for an afternoon.  That was in the pre-sixties,  Beatnik Days. Had an Expresso  at a sidewalk cafe and overheard The Young talk about their long, very stressful days at work, anxiety over getting into universities, paying off universities, and general anxt  endured when  living a life.

I later visited old, dear friends in Petaluma where I grew up and other friends  further north in Sonoma wine country.  Meanwhile, out-of-the-blue, my dear friend in NC offered me an unused airline ticket.  It all worked perfectly as all my medical tests were done and there was only one day left to take advantage of her very generous ticket offer.  So I grabbed the chance, bussed back to San Francisco,  got the early morning Airport Shuttle, and took off.   Now you know how I got here.   I wonder where will be next.

The lesson to be learned: Never make plans too tight.  Leave space for the unexpected and enjoy it!

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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

79 Years Old and Still Going

Hello  all you young and young-at-heart folks who want to travel but can't quite get out there and do it. You probably find all kinds of reasons why you can't fulfill your dreams of traveling to new and far-away places. From the questions I've been asked about how I travel, I bet you're afraid to travel alone, don't know where to go, where to find accommodation, how to find  affordable flights, afraid of getting sick, don't know what to pack and if you're "of a certain age" and a woman, you think you'd be   "jumping off the cliff." to do what you want to do.  In fact, your friends and family will try to convince you of that.

. I'm here to help. I can do that because I've had a lot of travel experience, starting when I was a young girl at  17,  up  to right now, at 79.  And I've done it all before there were computers and with very, very little money.  No five star hotels for this girl, but  delight  was always in the travel package.

I get inquiries, especially  from single women asking me, "how do you do it?   How do you travel at your age and alone?"  I'll tell you:  you go to the nearest computer, buy your ticket online, and start packing.  OK, there are a few first steps, but I'd like to hear from you first, about  what holds you up from doing what you want to do.  I'll answer your questions and tell you how I do it.  For a start, I'll  tell you about where I was two months ago; the Middle East and Sri Lanka.  Alone.  Well, not really. There were people all around me all the time; at the airport, on the airplane, at the places I stayed (wait until I tell you about those!), and at all the sites I saw.

But before I tell you more, let me know what you'd like  me to help you with to make your dreams of travel come true.    I'm waiting to hear from you.