03 November 2018

Passage to Eastern Europe

Viking River Cruise
with our own pre-trip and post-trip

October 6-October 23, 2018

George, Stephen, Paula and C.J. on sundeck of the Viking Aegir

C.J. has been hoping that we would have a chance to go on a trip with her kindergarten girlfriend, Paula, and her husband Stephen. Since they live in North Carolina, it’s been a challenge. But this year they had a deal on a Viking river cruise from Budapest to Bucharest and invited us to join them. We’ve wanted to experience a river cruise so we jumped at the chance, particularly since it was going into Eastern European places to which we had never traveled. At first we signed up for the Viking Pre-Trip to Prague since we have also wanted to see that city with its original Old Town undestroyed by WWII bombing, not re-built like many European cities. But after seeing what Viking offered, we thought we could do our own pre-trip with Paula and Stephen for a lot less. And, we could do our own arrangements for a post trip to the Transylvanian Alps with a local guide, too. It all worked out even better than we had hoped. The only problem was that the Danube was short of water and we could not board our ship in Budapest but had to be bussed down river to Mohacs. In the grand scheme of things that was hardly noticeable as a problem. Other people trying to come all the way from Amsterdam to Bucharest had real problems.




6 Oct, Sat – Left home about 0410 for parking at ParkNJet2. Quick shuttle to SEA (2) while I used the Delta App to check in; somehow I had forgotten to do that on Friday. Dropped our two old, large, big wheel suitcases and got through the TSA pre-check. We were seated across the aisle from each other in the Delta Comfort section up near the front of the 737-900. We got a breakfast sandwich that was pretty good and then a lunch before we landed. It was cloudy all across the US and we did not have window seats anyway. We got in to JFK around 1630 and were pleasantly surprised how it had been spruced up since our last trip through there probably 20 years ago. We took the “JFK
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C.J. at JFK International Terminal
Jitney” (a bus) from T2 to T4 and spent a little time strolling through the shopping concourse before going to our gate. Our next flight wasn’t until 2140 so we had a long wait. We stood in line for a meal at the Shake Shack (like the place we ate at in DC) and enjoyed a double SmokeShack burger, crinkle cut fries and a black-and-white shake. Later our gate was changed and we moved down to B25 and pretty soon Paula and Stephen arrived from Asheville via Atlanta and we had time to catch up before going aboard our flight. We had Sky Priority boarding again and were seated in the Comfort area once again. It was a long flight and we got two meals.

7  Oct, Sun - I didn’t sleep on the flight but tried to rest as much as possible rather than read or watch movies. Once we reached the edge of Europe at Eire we used the Flyover Country App and the seatback flight info to follow our progress. It was almost completely cloud covered until we were crossing the English Channel where we could see some boats. Then the coast of Belgium near Dunkirk was clear and the plane was descending so our views of the ground were better. The Czech Republic had villages of red-roofed buildings and lots of farms fields. We landed at PRG around 1130 local time and passed through the Immigration check, got our bags, and had no customs inspection
Old Town Astro. Clock
at all. Paula and I used the ATM to take out 10,000 Czech korunas each, around $500. Our driver was waiting for us just outside customs but it seemed like he had only expected two of us. Nevertheless, he managed to fit all of our bags in the trunk of his car and we drove maybe a half hour into the city and to the Hotel Hastal in the Old Town. We checked in but our rooms would not be ready until 1400 so we took off some of our warmer clothes, left our fleece jackets behind and went off to explore the Old Town Square. There were a lot of tourists, especially around the Astronomical Clock on the old city hall. I got some photos of the clock, the Jan Hus memorial, and the Tyn (say teen) church behind (and the stand selling trdelniks, strips of dough wrapped around a skewer and cooked over a charcoal fire). We took a walk around a “block” to kill some time before 

the hourly glockenspiel show at the Clock. When we got back from wandering through the narrow and crooked streets there was a REAL crowd in front of the Clock but we were able to see the skeleton pull his rope to ring the bell and start the whole thing off. Afterward we looked inside the old city hall and stopped to ask a TI where to get a SIM card. He directed us to a Vodaphone store just outside the Old City not far from Wenceslas Square. It was an interesting walk through more winding, cobblestone lanes and past an outdoor market (mostly souvenirs, but some nice-looking fruit) and many tsochkes shops and places to eat. There were a bunch of places selling the trdelniks as well as ice cream/gelato, hot dogs and advertising traditional Czech food (like goulash in a loaf of bread). Vodaphone fixed us up with 1GB data SIM cards quite quickly and Paula and Stephen decided to head back to the hotel to rest. We spotted an art installation down
Trdelniks baking over charcoal
toward Wenceslas Square and checked it out – a big head made of silvery horizontally rotating pieces that formed the face then changed. After that C.J. and I walked through a food court and then started to make our way back to Old Town Square but we took a different route so we could see more stuff like the Bethlehem Chapel (Betlémska Kaple). We took a left onto Karlova street and swam upstream in the tourist river coming out at the Charles Bridge. We had a good view of the Prague Castle/St. Vitus in the distance. We turned back and flowed back down Karlova passing the Klementium and finally reaching the Old Town Square where we found the trdelnik stand and bought one with a cup of ice cream inside it. The pastry itself was quite good but the ice cream quickly melted. We sat on the curb around the Hus Memorial to eat since all the benches were filled. After that we retraced our route back to the hotel where we got 45

min of rest before 1730. By then the jetlag and fatigue was starting to make themselves felt but we decided to go out to eat with Paula and Stephen at 1815. The desk person suggested any of the local restaurants and after looking at posted menus, we chose Speciál just a couple of doors down. I had a flight of 4 craft beers and C.J. had a glass of local red wine. We shared a plate of “homemade ham” and pickled veggies for an appetizer and an entrée of “beef cheeks” and mashed potatoes. When we got back we went right to bed and I went right to sleep.

8 Oct, Mon – Up at 0700 for showers and down to breakfast at 0815. There was a big buffet of not only breakfast stuff like scrambled eggs and sausage but also dinner items like pasta, chicken and steamed vegetables. The coffee machine produced good hot chocolate and there was a selection of juices including a good “multivitamin”, cereals and pastries. The four of us got going after breakfast
Art Nouveau house, Wen-
ceslas (Vaclav) mural


and went first to the Old Town Square where C.J. and Paula got information at the TI while Stephen and I checked out the Huss Monument and some other Art Nouveau houses and got info about an exhibition of art by Dali, Mucha and Picasso (?). Once we all got back together we stopped at the St. Nicholas Church which was once a Hussite house of worship and later became a music hall and a warehouse before returning to a Hussite church. We saw info about a concert to be held there that night and thought we might attend it but did not buy tickets because the rep said there would be tickets at 1930 when the box office opened. From there we went to the Josefov, the Jewish Quarter. Paula and Stephen went to the Old-New Synagogue while C.J. and I
Clock Tower, Josefov

walked over to the Vlatava R and out on the Manesuv Bridge where we could see the three-headed snakes on one side of the bridge supports and the angels with torches on the other side. There were a lot of river-tour boats. We rejoined Paula and Stephen in the Josefov and headed off to the Charles Bridge. Along the way we passed a building with two sphinxes guarding the entrance and with decorative, but ugly, head sculptures high on its wall. We were looking for a WC by then so Paula and I checked out the entrance to the Rudolphinum, the grand concert hall of the symphony (no luck). When we reached the “Karliy Most” (Charles Bridge), we slowly crossed in what seemed to be a smaller crowd than we had encountered on Sunday. There were buskers and people selling art and caricatures all along the edge of the crowd. There were also statues on the bridge of famous heroes, kings, Duke Wenceslas, saints and martyrs. We stopped at Starbucks for hot drinks and ate our brown bag lunches. Then Stephen left us to return to the hotel to rest. Paula, C.J. and I caught the #22 tram to Pohorelec Street stop on Castle Hill where we walked down to a viewpoint of the Loreta church (and a statue of Edvard Benes, second president of Czechoslovakia). Uphill from that square is the Cernin Palace, now the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. [First Czechoslovakian president Jan Masaryk was found “defenestrated” below his office window when he became a liability to the Soviet Union.] We
St. Vitus Cathedral
walked back to a tunnel entrance to the grounds of the Strahov Monastery, peeked in at the church, thought about going to the library, but went instead down to the Bellavista Restaurant and ordered drinks on the terrace with its magnificent view out over the “City of a Thousand Spires”. Just down below the terrace we stopped at the Classic Viewpoint; an artist gave us a deal on three watercolors for 500CZK. It was already getting chilly as we walked back up through the Monastery main gate and down to the tram stop to catch #22 downhill. We did not get off at Malatranská near the Starbucks so we could walk across the bridge; instead we got off at Narodni Trida and walked along what we thought was Narodni. It
Paula and George, Bellavista Terrace
wasn’t, and we had to backtrack, then walk north on Narodni, back to the end of Wenceslas Square, past the Powder Tower and the Municipal House (where C.J. found out that there was a reduced Mucha exhibit of his Slav Epic). With Paula leading we
Dinner at Hastalsky Dedek
reached the hotel and were able to use the bathroom and rest before going out around 1850 to search for a place to eat. After going around a long block out into the New Town, we looped back to a more traditional Czech Place, Hastalsky Dedek. C.J had potato pancakes with ham and sauerkraut and I had goulash with beer-and-bacon dumplings. We each had a small Kotel Cerny, dark draft beer. The restaurant seemed like more of a place for locals than for tourists. Great!


9 Oct 2018 – Up early at 0615 so that we could eat another bountiful buffet breakfast and still get started early enough to get to the St. Vitus Cathedral and the Prague
Nave of St. Vitus Cathedral
Castle by opening time. We left around 0815 or so and decided on the fly to use the #15 tram to get us to the #22 tram (so Stephen did not have to walk all the way to the Charles bridge, across the river to Malatranska and the stop for #22). It worked well and we got off at the western entrance to the Prague Castle, walked to the entrance, passed through the security screening and crossed the Stag (or “Deer”) Moat. Inside the courtyard we had a 15 min wait until the ticket office opened up and we were able to buy our senior discount tickets. There was no line waiting to get in to the cathedral and even the free area in the back of the nave was uncrowded. We spent an hour walking clockwise around the 800-ft long nave, short transept, and apse. There was a stained glass window by Mucha, several tombs,
Art Nouveau stained glass
and the Wenceslas chapel. Outside we went around to the south side where the Golden Gate entrance (once the
Prague woodcarving
main entrance until the cathedral was completed) had the refurbished Last Judgement mosaic above the doors. We saw the replacement for the original St. George fountain and the foundation for a previous 10th c St. Vitus church. The polished obelisk was also in this courtyard. Next we toured the
Flying buttresses, St. Vitus
Royal Palace. In addition to a hall large enough for jousting tournaments, we saw the room where the defenestrations took place that led to the Thirty Years War. An open porch gave a great view out over the city but the air was not as clear as it had been the previous day. We visited the Diet Hall that had a throne and seating for the members who advised the king. We exited down the wide and gently descending stairs in a vaulted tunnel used by horsemen who were competing at the joust. In the next courtyard we had a good view of the east end of the church with its buttresses and flying buttresses holding up the walls of the apse and choir (although there was scaffolding around the lower part of the structure). C.J, got a glass of hot wine and sat on a café terrace with Paula and Stephen who needed some coffee and a rest. Next we used our tickets to get into the Baroque-fronted, but mostly Romanesque
Photobomber in 
Municipal House
Chapel of St. George, burial place of many of the earlier rulers of Bohemia. After exiting we descended to another ticket-required area, Golden Lane. There were some tiny living quarters furnished as they might have been during certain periods that the area had been inhabited by people who worked in the castle, and there were a bunch of souvenir-sellers in others. That was it for our Rick Steves book guided tour and we exited the castle area. We had a picnic lunch sitting on the wall on the south side of the castle. Then we started down a steep lane with steps which we thought would have 700 stairsteps but took just 700 walking steps to reach the road that the tram runs along. It was only another block or two for us to reach the stop for #15 and get on for a trip to Nemesti Republici, Republic Square. Then a short walk took us to the Municipal House where we got tickets for the Mucha 
Slav Epic exhibition. There were 14 large canvases depicting Mucha’s take on Slavic history. Fortunately there was a good brochure that described each panel because some of the symbolism was pretty obscure. Photos were not allowed but we took a mirror selfie  which Stephen photobombed. Stephen headed back to the hotel on the tram while C.J., P and I wandered
C.J. and market socks
around an outdoor market for a while. C.J. found a pair of wool socks for Ginny, then we headed toward the hotel ourselves. On the way we found a shop specializing in ice cream and cakes and bought a cherry-rosemary scoop and a chocolate-cardamom scoop. Instead of going directly inside, we walked around the Hastalska Namesti with its cloister church. We spotted a restaurant that we may try tonight. Back at the hotel, we grabbed a glass of the free wine and went upstairs to our room to see if we had enough money
Golem, Hastal patio
to pay for our room in cash (required because we got a Rick Steves discount, I think). We did, at least if we can charge our dinner tonight and pay for our “panoramic transfer” on Wed. with a credit card. [I received an email from Mike the Chauffeur telling us who our driver was and his cell number.] We did go to the Restaurace U Cerveneho Kola behind the local church around 1900. It was a bit more upscale than our last two dinners, having candles, tablecloths and chargers under our plates. C.J. and I shared beef tenderloin in a nice gravy, small roasted potatoes and a side order of broccoli. Stephen ordered a chocolate souffle with raspberries and whipped cream for us all to share. We did a bit of packing and then went to bed around 2200. 



Cesky Krumlov castle
10 Oct, Wed – Up at 0600, paid our bill at the desk just before breakfast. Mike the Chauffeur’s driver, Rasti, was right on time at 0800 and we were off on the 2.5 hr drive to Cesky Krumlov. Rasti dropped us at the top of the Castle Hill so we could walk down through the castle garden and to the town, then meet him in the parking lot reached by taking the pedestrian footbridge and going under the castle gallery to parking lot #1. The garden had a hedge maze and other formal design elements. The walk down through the five courtyards was pretty scenic with fall foliage just beginning to show, especially when the sun finally broke through the fog. C.J. and I paid to climb up the Round Tower decorated on the outside with painted designs, and some of the same faux sgraffito making it look like it was made of large bricks. The view from the top out over the castle and the town was worth the fee and climb. We continued to descend until we reached the final bridge (at one time a drawbridge over a moat) where we peered over the edge hoping to see one of the bears that the Rosmberg family kept there since the 13th (?) century. No luck, however. The town had narrow, winding streets and lots of interesting shops including a gingerbread shop where C.J. bought a large, finely-decorated cookie. There were also several marionette shops. We walked to the main square with its plague column and then out by another route to the pedestrian bridge at the old mill, and on to the parking lot where we hooked up with Rasti who arrived shortly after we did at 1330. The rest of the trip was a long drive mostly on autobahn-type highways – more than six hours to Budapest. Traffic was slow around Vienna and on the last bit as we must have arrived around rush hour (1900-1930). We paid for our “panoramic transfer” with the Visa credit card when we got to the Hilton Budapest City. After checking in and getting somewhat organized, the four of us went into the Westend Shopping Mall and found the food court (and the ATM where we took out 25,000 Hungarian Forints ($1=280 HUF approx). There were a lot of choices in the food court; Paula and Stephen had Pizza Hut pizza while we found a Turkish/Middle Eastern outfit that served a pretty tasty moussaka. We also picked up a bottle of sparkling water. Then we stopped at an ice cream place and had a scoop each of really good chocolate gelato. Back at our room, we downloaded our camera cards to my computer and got to bed around 2300.

11 Oct, Thu – Up at 0620 so we could have breakfast at 0700 for a departure on a bus tour of Budapest at 0830. Breakfast was a big, if somewhat crowded with Viking tour members, buffet. It had only a little more variety than the relatively tiny Hotel Hastal in Prague. We all made lunch with sliced meat and cheese, as usual. Around 0830 everyone who wasn’t doing a different excursion loaded onto several full-size Viking tour buses and we commenced a whirlwind tour of Buda and Pest. Here’s a list of what we saw and had described by the excellent local guide: the main train station designed by Eiffel just a short distance south of the Hilton, Hero Square and the nearby churches and park, the Budapest Eye, a dismountable Ferris wheel that hasn’t been moved for five or six (?) years, St. Istvan Basilica, Chain Bridge, Tunnel, Presbyterian church, and Maria Theresa’s double spired church. On Castle Hill we got off the bus and walked a short distance to St. Matthias church and our guide secured tickets so we could go inside. Back outside we viewed the city and river from the Fishermen’s Bastion, saw the plague column and walked over toward the Royal Palace. I had forgotten that everything had been bombed to rubble by the Nazis and then the Allies during WWII and that all the gothic-looking structures are careful reconstructions. Around 1145 we headed down the back side and out through the tunnel (enlarged by the Russians), back across the Danube over the Margit Bridge then down past the Parliament building (largest in Europe (beats the Br. Parl. by 6 ft) and caught a glimpse of the shoe memorial on the Danube bank just S of the Parliament. Back at the Hilton Paula and Stephen went off to rest before their excursion to Szentendre. We took a pack of lunch and water and headed off to see the Parliament building up close and the Shoe memorial. Right near the memorial was the Viking ship Idun which was being loaded with a tour group’s luggage. We thought that was strange since we had been told that morning that we could not board our river boat in Budapest but would have to leave early on Friday and go by bus three hours to Mohacs where we should get aboard in time for lunch. The reason given was that the river was too low due to lack of rain this year. [Later – it may be that Viking was using the Idun for a hotel.] Anyway, next we walked out on the Chain Bridge to get a photo of us for comparison with the one we have hanging up on the wall from our 1998 visit to Budapest. We returned to the Pest side of the river and headed south again to the Vaci Utca pedestrian shopping area. C.J. was getting tired and achy by this time and even a scoop of bonbon ice cream outside the Hard Rock Cafe didn’t revitalize her. We walked a little farther but the stores were not inspiring us and we turned back. It was a long walk back to the hotel past the Eye and lots of cafes (our guide said there are 600 in Budapest, rivalling Paris). The route was Besci Ut, 6th of October, and Honved to Radhoti, then a difficult crossing of Vaci Ut. We rested from 1630 until Paula and Stephen got back from their excursion, about 1830. Then we all returned to the food court in the West End Center and ate at the same Turkish stall. We had a dish consisting of a layer of chicken covered with ham, then some cheese and mushrooms. We also had a Greek salad and a bottle of Coke Zero. On the way back to the hotel C.J. and I stopped at an ice cream place for a scoop of dessert. We ate earlier so that the mall was much busier than it was the previous night. We got to bed earlier since C.J. has been complaining about not getting enough sleep (and her Fitbit indicated 20,000+ steps).

12 Oct, Fri – We woke up before the alarm went off at 0645, early enough so we could put our pajamas in our suitcases and stick them outside the door for collection by 0700. I postponed my shower until after we ate breakfast (not as crowded this morning). The coffee/cocoa machine was not available but a waitress got us glass cups of hot (not really) chocolate with whipped cream. We did not need to make sandwiches since we were scheduled to be on the Viking ship in time for lunch. We were scheduled to depart at 1000 and the buses were loading shortly after 0930. We got on the third (maybe the last) bus so we could sit together with Paula and Stephen and snag a front seat. We drove north a bit then turned south passing in front of the Parliament. We crossed the Danube on a bridge south of the Chain Bridge and then went south mostly on motorway. We stopped about an hour down the road at a gas station/rest area where the line was long at the women’s rest room. It was another hour and ten minutes to Mohacs where we got off the bus and walked a short distance to where the Viking Aegir was moored. Our check-in went quickly and we went directly to the dining room for a buffet lunch. It was a mob scene with no organized line until later. The food was okay and wine, beer and soft drinks were served with lunch. After lunch our cabin was ready and we went down and checked it out but did not unpack. We wanted to visit the town while we had time so we went for a walk into Mohacs. It was a non-tourist town with a history (the Battle of Mohacs, 1562) and big enough to have three large churches, one a Serbian Orthodox. We walked along the pedestrian mall, asked about a statue of three girls (“Serbian, Croatian, and Hungarian”) at the TI in the City Hall. Then we spotted a little crafts market in the square near the big Catholic church. C.J. bought a table runner of the resist-dyed blue and white cloth. We walked back up the pedestrian street and then upriver a bit to the Serbian church, then back to the Aegir. We spent some time unpacking and stowing our clothes in drawers and closets and putting our suitcases under the double bed. By then it was time (almost 1800) to go to the welcoming toast with captain, introduction of the officers, and a briefing by the program director. By the time that was finished it was time for dinner. The menu had three sections: “classic”- items that were available every night, “regional”- this time Hungarian starter, main and dessert, and “regular”(?) – a choice of two starters, two mains and a dessert. We all ate with a couple from San Diego, Sheila and Dan?

13 Oct, Sat – After getting up at 0615 for an 0800 coach excursion back up the river, we had a breakfast buffet. Glad we got there semi-early because it was a bit of a free-for-all around the buffet island. Paula had picked up our tickets and permission slips to leave the ship so we didn’t have to go to the reception to pick them up. We had a local guy who said he was a farm boy (although he had a couple of degrees) as a guide. It was a 1hr 15min ride to Kalocsa where we had a bathroom break at a local college then went across the street to the Baroque cathedral in Holy Trinity Square, the fourth on the site, built between 1751 and 1754. Our guide, Micklos (Nicholas) pointed out the small bronze spire on the roof ridge. He explained that it was for ventilation. We all went in and had an explanation of the interior features of the cathedral. And then there was a 20 minute organ concert. After that we returned to the buses and drove about ten minutes to the Bakod Puszta demonstration farm-ranch for a horsemanship show where csikos (Hungarian equivalent of US cowboys) rode horses, drove wagons, snapped whips and even rode 10 horses at one time. Everyone’s favorite was a short csiko who rode a donkey and acted like a rodeo clown. After the show we got a taste of local brandy and a ride in a horse cart out past a herd of heritage long-horned cattle. Then we walked through a barn where the horses were stabled as well as some hairy pigs and twisty-horned sheep. On the way back to the bus we got rid of some of our HUF by buying a tube of paprika seasoning crème for gulyas, and a porcelain spoon rest with Hungarian blue designs. We drove back to Mohács, arriving about 1400, and had lunch, a combination of buffet and ordered items. At 1515 we smoothly pulled away from the riverboat we were tied up to and almost immediately docked again at the border check station. We had to wait almost an hour for the customs agents to come aboard; when they did everyone had to line up with our passports and process quickly through for a “face check” followed by a stamp in our passports. The ship then turned around and we finally started downstream passing quickly into Croatia. C.J. and I (and later Paula and Stephen) walked several laps around the sundeck. I tried out the shuffleboard and finished a crossword and did some reading. Dinner was at 1900, preceded by a port talk about our excursion on Sunday to Vukovar and Osijek. For dinner we had gulyas soup, chicken paprikash or ahi tuna, and crème brulé. We sat with Al and Cathy from Philadelphia. He had been a career helicopter pilot in the Army and she had been an Army nurse for two years and was recovering from breast cancer. Later I tried to change some US money to smaller bills but the reception could not help (and no ATMs for the rest of the trip would produce USD or EUR. It’s going to be a bit challenging to do any tipping of the local gudes since we are probably not going to get any more local money until we get to Romania.)

14 Oct, Sun – Up too early at 0615 for an 0830 departure (the buses actually roll on out of the parking lot at 0830, so we have to be 10 min early at least). We drove through Vukovar while the local guide told us about the Serbian aggressors being held off for months by light infantry against the Yugoslavian national army with heavy weapons. Finally the town was overrun and the patients in the hospital were massacred. [Grim story! But our Viking tour director told us to hold judgement until we hear from both sides. On the 15th we go to Belgrade, the capital of Serbia so we should hear the story from another side.] Our next stop was in a small village, Laslovo, an ethnic Hungarian enclave. A mother, Valerija, and her grown son welcomed us into their very nice house, fed us chocolate cake and mint water and answered the questions of a dozen of us. Afterward we went outside to see that they had quite a large backyard filled with rabbit, geese, chicken and pig pens, fruit and nut trees, and a vegetable garden. Their house had been destroyed in the “Homeland War” and the government paid for material and labor to rebuild. But the family was responsible for the interior. They appeared to be doing well with the father working, the mother taking care of the house and garden, the middle son working at a gas plant. The youngest son, 17, had gone off to live with his girlfriend and the eldest had gone overseas, a common solution for a country with high unemployment. After a too-short hour we re-boarded the bus to travel to Osijek where we toured the historic city center (Tvrda), the remains of the walls (the Water Gate), all in the fort. We visited the Franciscan Church and, after a description of its features, there was a concert by a singer who accompanied herself on a piano. After a bathroom break and a visit to the church souvenir shop, we moved on to the main square of the old town. The old Hapsburg guard building was now a university and there were other schools and a bunch of cafes around the square. We returned to the buses and drove back to Vukovar and lunch on the ship. C.J. and I shared a dish of BBQ ribs with fries, plus some salads. In the afternoon we took Paula and Stephen on a walk around the town. We walked past the devastated house with flowers in the windows not far from the ship. The city is keeping it a ruin as a memorial to what happened during the Homeland War. We walked around the Orthodox church of St. Nikolai which was not open. The Dom, the church of Sts. Phillip and Jacob (Crkva Sv. Filipa I Jakova) another Dominican church associated with a monastery, was on a high point in town and we climbed a long stairway to the top. We were surprised to find the door open and no one around except a few other Viking passengers. The interior of the church had been sacked by the Serbs and there were holes in the walls and columns where they had tried unsuccessfully to place explosives to totally destroy the church before withdrawing. We headed west to the main shopping area in the town center. So far we had not found any shops open on a Sunday, but there were a few in the pedestrian area across the Vuka River. We continued west as far as the Hrvasti Dom (Hrvatska is how Croats refer to their country) and a museum, then went north to a foot/cycle path along the Danube back to the ship. We were in time to take a break before going to the lounge for a performance by a Croatian tamburica band. [A tamburika is a stringed instrument believed to have originated in ancient Mesopotamia.] At 1845 was the port talk about our day in Belgrade. For dinner we joined Jane and Trevor from Norfolk, UK. C.J. had the regional specialty menu of (farmers pecorino market salad), medjimurje duck, with rozata (a caramelcustard) for dessert. I had the cevapcici and ajvar (spicy minced pork sausages on a skewer with red pepper relish, rib eye steak and steak fries, with the rozata for dessert. After dinner we went up on the sun (moon) deck to see what the scenery was like at night. It seems that much of the Danube is dark at night. We could see the crescent moon riding over the east bank and we could see Vukovar astern. It was pretty chilly even with a windbreaker. C.J. went up to the presentation of what it was like to grow up in the Balkans while I got my journal written and got photos saved on the computer.

15 Oct, Mon – We got up a little later at 0630 and ate at 0715. Then we had an 0830 start to a bus tour of Beograd/Belgrade with a young female guide with a good sense of humor. We first drove across the Branov Bridge just upstream of the Aegir on the Sava River. We saw the new bridge with its off-center cable support, shopping malls and a huge football stadium as well as Lake Sava. Back in the old city, we stopped at the huge St. Sava Serbian Orthodox church. The interior is still being worked on so we could only go into the crypt. It had a only go into the crypt. Its centerpiece was an enormous chandeliers, but the walls (and ceiling) were covered with gold-leaf icons of saints (and ?). From there we drove to Republic Square and had 45 minutes of free time to explore the downtown pedestrian shopping area on our own. Paula and Stephen walked with us past the opulent Moscow Hotel to a point where we had a good view of the Serbian Parliament Building and the iconic horses and tamers (one pushing and one pulling) at the entrance. That was as much as we had time for but we made it back to the meeting place on time. The bus next dropped us off at the entrance to Kalemegdan, the Belgrade fortress on the highest point of the city, a bluff above the Sava and Danube Rivers. We walked through three gates and as far as an overlook to the west, and a view of the Victor, a sculpture of a nude man holding a falcon and a sword. I think it was placed on the bluff to commemorate the ending of the First World War. From there we returned to the ship and had lunch. After a short break we went back out. We had missed the 1400 shuttle which would have taken us back to Republic Square, instead we walked up the stairs and along a street that took us back to the Fortress. This time we took a route that led us along the SW side and to the base of the Victor. Then we worked our way around some walls and through some gates to the street vendors. They didn’t have anything that we wanted (and we didn’t have any Serbian Dinar, anyway) so we continued to the downtown pedestrian shopping street and walked several blocks before we recognized the area around Republic Square. Then we took a subway under the main street and walked up to the Parliament where we took some pictures from closer in. From there we followed our noses and a not-so-detailed map down to the Sava River and to our dock. [Little did we know that there was an elevator from the Brancov Bridge to the river bank.] At 1730 there was a lecture by a Serb who explained why there was a long term enmity between the Serbs and Croats (and the Bosniaks – Christians who converted to Islam), and why Kosovo broke away from Serbia (settled by the Turks forcibly moving Albanians there a long time ago). Dinner was a special “Taste of the Balkans” starting with a bit of slivovics, followed by an assortment of starters on our table. Then the main as another assortment, all very good. When I left the table to check out the buffet area (which had even more food), there was a line up waiting for the dessert pastries plus hazelnut ice cream with various sauces. That was followed by a tour of the kitchen by the hotel manager. It was much smaller than what I would have expected for preparing food for 200 people plus crew. The hotel manager expressed concern for continuing river trips if the water level continued to drop. Usually the Aegir goes from Bucharest to Budapest and then picks up another group to go on to Amsterdam. But they can’t get through the Budapest area, so the Aegir is yoyoing back and forth between B and B. Around 2100 there was a special Serbian folklore show with dancers and a three-piece band, excellent performance. Before we went to bed we had to move our clocks forward one hour as we were moving into the Eastern Europe time zone.

16 Oct, Tue – Because we had no excursions on Tuesday, we got up at 0730 (still, that was 0630 Central Europe time). Paula and Stephen were not at breakfast when we got there and they didn’t show up until we were almost done. The scenery along the Danube was much better now that we were in the hills between Romania (on the left) and Serbia. There were occasional villages so there must have been roads on each side. Around 0930 we entered a gorge and it got pretty cold where we were sitting in rocking chairs out on the front deck, even with the protective glass wall. But the scenery was good, and we got a commentary from the cruise director about what we were seeing and the history of the area. One plaque we passed was dedicated to Emperor Trajan who had caused a road to be built alongside the Danube. At the end of the gorge just after a small monastery was the famous face of King Decebalus (“Decebalus Rex   Dragan fecit” was the inscription) carved into the cliff. There was a road on each side of the river, although we heard that it was only one lane in places as that was all the room there was among the cliffs. Later, as it warmed up, we reached a major dam and went through two locks, one with a solid gate that lowered, the other with the more typical two-leaved gate that swung inward. We ate lunch outside on the open deck just forward of the lounge. A crewmember was cooking hamburgers to order, and there was a buffet which included sliced pork as well. Later C.J. found out that there was banana split on the lunch menu and we went downstairs to the dining room to share one. At 1445 a dozen of us had a short tour of the wheelhouse and then at 1500 the head chef did a presentation on preparing poppy seed strudel followed by a sample session (too much food for me, if I had any more food I wouldn’t be able to appreciate whatever dinner was going to be). [C.J. went and got some samples, anyway, and we shared them – quite good but I didn’t like the poppy seed as much as most of the others. We left Serbia behind when we went through another lock. That put Bulgaria on our right (west) and Romania still on our left. C.J. and I dropped in for a free vodka Collins and a shot of Aquavit at the Viking Cruise program. We also went to the 1845 port talk about Vidin and the area around it. After the included excursion we will be going to a cooking demo/home visit where we learn to make banitsa, a cheese pie in phyllo dough. In fact, at dinner I had a banitsa while C.J. had the scallops. I also had a small cabbage roll for a starter while C.J. had sweet potato soup. Both were good. We pulled in to the port of Vidin as we were finishing our meal and a talk with Ken and Toby from San Diego. They had come from Amsterdam and had way too many bus rides, no time in Budapest and a hotel stay in Vizegrad HU instead. They were not happy but did not expect they would get any compensation from Viking. I guess that we’ve been lucky.

17 Oct, Wed – We departed from Vidin for the Belogradchik Mountain and Fortress, Bulgaria. The ride took us up into the hills and through forest, very fall-like. We stopped at a four star hotel for a coffee and bathroom break. [I checked on room rates at the desk and found out that an average double room was only $39 per night. Later we asked our guide about paragliding in Bulgaria and she knew of a few places – might be worthwhile to do some research. Sounds hot in summer and usually rainy in October (but not this year) so Sep. might be a good choice.] Belogradchik is a high rock formation, or group of formations, kind of like Garden of the Gods, with a fortress built around it. Our guide was stationed on the highest point and we followed her (more slowly) up steep steps and ladders to the summit where the view was good of the town below and all the surrounding fields and hills. We got back to the ship in time for lunch and then went out again on an optional excursion to a town outside of Vidin where we had a cooking demonstration at a large, rather opulent, family home. Our hostess, her aunt and a cousin met us in the driveway with bread and salt (or honey) and rakija as a traditional welcome. Then we went inside to a spacious kitchen where they showed us how to make a banitsa, a traditional Bulgarian pastry. Once that one was in the oven, we all participated in making another one. While that one was baking we got to sample the first one. The second one went back with us for the ship’s crew. Since we got back a little earlier than we had expected, C.J. and I walked along the river shore (on a metal 4-ft wide bicycle path that was hinged to flip up to make a wall along the top of the dike. No idea of the purpose). We couldn’t go too far because the “all aboard” was only a half-hour away, but we did get far enough to spot the minaret of a mosque and walked over to get a photo. It would have been nice to walk into town and stroll along the pedestrian area, but it was clear that this city in Bulgaria did not have the wealth of cities in Serbia or Croatia. We made it back to the ship with a little time to spare. Dinner was tasty as usual (maybe I’ll remember what we had later) but an older couple from D.C. joined us and monopolized the conversation by talking about their medical history and ER experience in Israel. Back in our room we spent an hour maybe filling out the Viking questionnaire and deciding which optional (but free) Romanian excursion we’d take – the big Parliament building or the old town.

18 Oct, Thu – Two-hour bus ride from Nikopol to Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria with guide Teodora. The rural countryside had large fields which had been harvested. The houses in the towns looked somewhat dilapidated; apparently many people moved from there to the cities where there was more work, having lost contact with the feeling for the land after collectivization under the Communists. We stopped at a hotel in V. Tarnovo for a coffee and bathroom break. Then we walked out on a bridge that gave a view out over the town which was built on a hill side above a river. The river water reflected the mostly white houses with red tile roofs. We drove up to the center of town and got dropped off near the entrance to a huge restored walled citadel with a stone church at the very top. [I had some trouble climbing up the cobblestone lanes and stairs, and also later when we returned uphill from the meeting place to the bus.] About half of the group did the hike to the top and the rest stayed on the bus to be dropped off on the pedestrian “craft street” where there were icon painters, silversmiths, other crafts people and souvenir shops. Once we had collected everyone at the meeting point we had to drive down and find one confused man who was still waiting at the bottom of the hill. From there we drove a short distance to the museum town of Arbanasi where we had an excellent three-course lunch at a country restaurant – shopska salad (like Macedonia), soup, beef goulash served with flatbread hot from the oven, and a dish of Bulgarian yogurt with walnuts and honey. After lunch a folk dance troupe with traditional instruments performed in the courtyard and throughout the dining rooms (separate rooms). C.J. got swept up into a circle dance with the colorfully costumed dancers. From there we walked a short distance to a souvenir shop where we could sample rose liqueur either sweet or “rocket fuel”, Turkish delight and ? Next we walked to a house that had been preserved from the centuries of Ottoman domination. We were able to tour through the interior and see the reception room, the kitchen, bedrooms, and a maternity room for birthing. Our last stop was a church, small because Christian churches were not allowed to be taller than the height of “an Ottoman soldier on horseback carrying a sword”, the interior of which was totally covered with icon-style frescoes, “the Sistine Chapel of Bulgaria”. It was a two-hour ride back to the ship and shortly after we arrived back at 1730, the ship made the last leg of the voyage – just across the river to the Romanian side (not Russe as the original itinerary showed). We had our last dinner aboard which was every bit as good as the first one. C.J. had a nice rare roast sirloin with what looked like Yorkshire pudding but was called something else. I had the seared bass fillet which was good, too. Jane and Trevor sat with us again and were good company. Back in our room we finished packing up for the 0800 departure. I didn’t get around to writing in my journal so I was now two days behind. I went up to Reception and used the Citi Visa to pay for gratuities for the crew and for the tour director.

19 Oct, Fri – Up at 0600 for breakfast at 0630 so we could check out of our room by 0730. Shortly after we boarded a bus that would take us all the way to Bucharest. The commentary by the German guide was loud and intrusive as many of us wanted to rest or work on journals. We stopped once at a gas station to use the rest rooms. The land was very flat and was mostly rural with large fields and small villages. It looked considerably less rundown than Bulgaria. When we reached Bucharest we drove past some of the major sights like the Palace of Parliament, the world’s second largest building (after the Pentagon), the new (still being built) national cathedral (Romanian Orthodox), a bunch of government ministries, national opera, etc, etc. Then we went to a restaurant in Herastrau Park (Pescarus?) that provided entertainment in the form of a folk instrument band and dancers. Lunch was pretty good with a cabbage salad, somewhat tasteless soup, chicken in a red sauce with potatoes, and ice cream that Stephen described as sliced and diced and reassembled Eskimo Pie. From there we got on the bus again for a short drive in traffic that was already starting to look like Friday rush hour to the outdoor museum village in the same park. We had less than an hour to look at the collection of houses, churches and buildings that had been brought to the park starting in 1936. The seed press, wool felting and wine press mills were particularly interesting. Surprisingly every structure had a sign in both Romanian and English. Back on the bus we took a somewhat roundabout (and slow, because of traffic) route to the “Casa Poporului”, Romania’s parliament building. Inside we got a tour by a local guide that covered only 2% of the huge marble building. After that we went directly to our hotel, the Sheraton. C.J. and I picked up our room keys to 1108 and found our luggage already arrived. After resting just a bit I went downstairs and found an ATM and took out 1000 RON (Romanian new lei) (about 266USD? – bad exchange rate). Armed with local cash, we ventured out while it was still daylight. We walked around the block that the Sheraton sits on while it was still light, and spotted a couple of the recommended restaurants. The Embassy was expensive and the Italian place had an American tout who offered us a menu (but the seating looked to be outside where smoking is permitted). We continued past an area of craft booths to the noisy boulevard. We saw a couple of patisserie shops that had sandwiches, but we kept going until we came upon a shop selling pizza and other round foods from a window. People were lined up buying slices so we asked some young men what the round pastries were. “Salty cheese”, he said, “and apple”. Sounded good to us so we got a slice of pizza, salty cheese (made with phyllo, we think), and an apple “turnover”. We ate them back in our hotel room while watching flights of crows wheeling through the sky at about our height. Later we went down to 615 to say goodbye to Paula and Stephen. Stephen still sounds terrible with his cold and cough, but he had gone out with a Viking rep and gotten some cough lozenges, and some cough syrup with codeine. They have to leave around 0400, Viking is doing the transfer. We are supposed to meet Bogdan at 0900, so we’ll have time for the included breakfast buffet.

20 Oct, Sat – Up at 0630 after a restless night. I took a shower and then we went down to the Mezzanine to the Avalon Restaurant where the buffet breakfast was. It was a good one with an omelet/egg station as well as already made eggs benedict. No Bircher-muesli, though. The coffee machine produced an excellent cup of hot chocolate. We said goodbye to some more people from the cruise and then went upstairs to finish packing. We got back downstairs at 0845 and Bogdan found us shortly afterward; I’m not sure how. We loaded everything into his lemon-colored VW and headed off out of the city passing the Arcul de Triumf and the village museum. It was quite a long drive to our first stop at Peles Castle, the one-time residence of the first king of Romania, Carol I or Charles the First. Bogdan found a parking spot just a short walk from the entrance and secured senior-discounted tickets for us. Then there was a long line for the (ladies) rest room which Bogdan told C.J. to circumvent by using the men’s room. We needed to hurry because the English-speaking tour had already started. Bogdan got us through the door and tagged onto the tour. Unfortunately, there was so much ambient noise from the other groups, and the guide’s voice was accented and not very loud so we didn’t hear much. However, the opulent palace was interesting even without knowing who painted what and how many books were in the library. There was lots of gold and the walls and ceiling were covered with ornamental carvings. One room had an amazing display of edged weapons and armor; another one had hand weapons as well as early gunpowder weapons. The outside was almost as interesting as the interior, especially since the sky had mostly cleared and there was some sunshine. [We ran into a couple from our Viking cruise – the young bearded guy with his Asian wife. They were not on the Viking post trip.] Next we drove to Bran to see Bran’s Castle (the location that Romania/Transylvania pushes as “Dracula’s Castle”). [Bram Stokers location for the fictional character’s castle was hundreds of km to the north…where there is actually no castle at all.] First we grabbed a chicken schnitzel wrap and a Schweppe’s Bitter Lemon at a snack bar like a snell imbiss. Then we moved right along to stay ahead of the crowd that was arriving in tour buses after us. We got some good pictures from the outside and then Bogdan guided us through the castle of Vlad the Impaler (Dracula, son of Vlad Drakul). The descendants had lived in the castle up until the 20th (?) century, had lost the site to the Communist takeover and fought to get it back after the downfall of Ceaucescu, and then donated it to the new Republic of Romania. From the crowd that was pushing in through the doors, the government of Romania is making a bunch of money on entrance fees and taxes on the marketplace below which is swarming with souvenir sellers. Our last tourist site for the day was the fortress at Rasnov. While many Transylvanian towns had a defense wall around their fortified church, Rasnov had actually built a citadel on the hill above the town which successfully defended the citizens from every attack but one (the time they ran out of water; after that, they dug a 140m-deep well before the next attack). We took a tractor-drawn cart to the citadel from the parking area and then entered through the double gates into the barbican. The area between the gates had a removable bridge over a stake-studded pit and arrow slits all around. Inside the inner wall were 80 or so houses used by the townsfolk during an attack. Now some of these had been converted to souvenir shops. From the very top the countryside looked a lot like the Berkshires in Massachusetts, especially because of the muted fall colors. We caught the tourist cart back to the bottom and drove to Brasov, where Bogdan lives. He gave us an orientation tour of the town before dropping us at Casa Timar, a small inn about a 10-minute walk from the central square and pedestrian area. We got checked in and rested a bit. Then we went out to eat at the recommended local restaurant, Ceasu Rau, just a few blocks away. Unfortunately the main restaurant was totally booked (maybe for a private event) but the hostess sent us around the side to the garden (terasa) part of the restaurant where there were tables available. It was a little chilly, and people were smoking, but we had an excellent dinner of a pickled cabbage salad, and a mixed grill of beef, pork, chicken and cevapcici (sausage) with wine and beer. C.J. was still feeling like she had a cold, mostly a bad cough, so she got to bed early while I finished up writing in this journal.

21 Oct, Sun – We got up at 0730, although C.J. had a terrible coughing attack in the middle of the night and I don’t know if she got back to sleep. Breakfast was waiting for us at 0800; we each had a plate filled with nicely arranged meats, cheeses, a warm boiled egg, a slice of bread with pimento spread, plus there was a basket of toast, orange juice, finger bananas, and muffins. C.J. got tea and, after a bit of hunting, the host found some good hot chocolate for me. It was a bit too much but we ate almost everything but a muffin, some toast and the pimento spread bread. Bogdan picked us up just after 0900 and whirled us away to our first stop (not counting a gas station/rest room break) – the oldest fortified church in Romania in Viscri. In the 12th century King Geza II asked peasants from Luxembourg (Saxons) to settle in the area. By 1500 there were 51 households and the people had constructed a new church to replace the old Romanesque chapel that had been built on the hill. Fortification of the church began in the 12th century with a wall built around it. By 1743, the fortifications were no longer needed and parts of the church were converted to grain storage. We drove in on a new road; apparently the government is trying to make it easier for tourists to reach the village. The streets in the town itself are unpaved or cobblestone and any house improvements are strictly regulated – basically the place has to stay the same as it looked at least a hundred years ago. We entered through the small gate (the main gate no longer has a strong door) and paid a small admission fee which gave us access to the museum as well. The church was small and humble compared to the huge, gold-encrusted ones we’ve seen elsewhere. Like all Saxon villages, this church was Lutheran, and is not used regularly (There are only 27 Germans left in the village; most of the Saxons, who still spoke German, BTW, returned to Germany around 1990). In the rear of the church was a strong door that guarded the treasury and the steep, narrow stairs to the tower. We were glad we were early before the (small) crowd gathered as there was only room for ascending or descending, no room for passing. There was a great view of the walls and battlements from the walkway at the top. When we got down we went to the museum which had interesting, if eclectic, displays, most not covered up with glass display cases. Bogdan drove us down from the hill and onto a different road that headed away from the town. This one was under construction and maybe it would soon be as good as the one we came in on. The next stop for the day was Sighisoara. Once again Bogdan got a parking place right near the entrance to the citadel and we had only a short walk and climb to pass through the two gates. This is the largest fortified church in Romania and it is still in use – people live and work inside the citadel. The streets are all decent but paved only with cobblestones. We started with the museum in the Clock Tower which involved a climb to the top for a remarkable panorama of the citadel and town. The most fascinating exhibit was a window into the glockenspiel where you could see the 80cm figurines that represented the day of the week as Roman gods and goddesses. There was also a window that gave a view of a part of the clock mechanism (but not the electronic regulator that keeps the old clock running exactly on time). When we got down, we went to lunch at Casa Vlad Dracul, the reputed birthplace of Vlad Tepes, “Vlad the Impaler”, a hero to many in Romania for his resistance to the Turks. He was asassinated by an Ottoman agent in 1476. C.J. and I shared a tomato salad and cabbage rolls with polenta (Our guide was not charged for his lunch). We were surprised by two things: the prices were not outrageous as you’d expect at a tourist trap, and there was not a crowd there at lunch time. After lunch we walked around the citadel looking at the bastions and towers which were sponsored and manned by various guilds. We walked up a narrow lane (Str. Tamplarilor) framed by old pastel houses, Bogdan pointed out that this was the most photographed lane in Sighisoara, so I dutifully took a couple of pictures. It started sprinkling about then and B disappeared to find a rest room. C.J. and I took shelter on a bench under a tree because we had left our packs, raingear and umbrellas in the car. Fortunately it did not rain too much and we followed B up the “covered stairway” (1642) to the “Church on the Hill” (on School Hill). We didn’t enter the church but did see the Ropemakers Bastion which is the only bastion to have someone still living in it (the family takes care of the German cemetery). We walked down through the cemetery and came out near the bottom of the covered stairway, then continued around a corner to a view of the Tinsmiths Bastion which still had bullets scars from a 1704 attack. We continued down through the citadel and out through the gates under the Clock Tower. Returning to the car, we drove the 110 km back to Brasov where we arrived around 1700. C.J. was feeling well enough to walk with me to the city center where there is a pedestrian area with lots of stores. We found a restaurant called the Ursul Carpatin, or Carpathian Bear. It was too cold to sit outside in the wind, even with the patio heaters, so we went upstairs to the dining room which was nicely decorated with circular, vinelike motifs of (maybe) Carpathian animals. We shared a pickled cucumber salad, and a rack of pork ribs with peasant potatoes with rosemary and some more pickle salad. On the way back we stopped at Betty Ice for a scoop of gelato. We walked back to Casa Timar in the dark after putting on all the clothes we had carried with us, about a 10-15 minute walk.

22 Oct, Mon – Up at 0715 to give me an extra few minutes to check in for our flights on Delta.com. KLM and Delta then sent me an email with a PDF file of the boarding passes. At 0800 we had breakfast- a little different: fresh scrambled eggs, croissants, juice and hot choc or tea. The other couple who had arrived last night had the same breakfast we had the first morning. We got packed up and met Bogdan at 0900 and stowed our bags in The Lemon along with his carry-on and an Ikea mattress topper that he needed to exchange in Bucharest. It was a short drive to Prejmer where there was the best-preserved fortified church in southeastern Europe. We got our tickets and visited the well-organized museum. Then we went to the church which had some early Gothic vaulting on the Greek-cross- shaped nave and transept. There was a triptych on the otherwise plain altar dated from between 1450-60 (before the Reformation when the parishioners were Catholic). The courtyard surrounding the church was large enough to keep the villagers animals, and the many rooms, built on the inside of the walls, were numbered to correspond to each villager’s home. We climbed up to the internal passageway that was between the rooms and the walls themselves with their arrow slits and spouts for pouring boiling liquid on attackers. According to history, the fortress was attacked more than 50 times and only had to surrender once when the water/food ran out. Unlike the other fortifications we had seen, this one was in excellent shape right down to fresh whitewash on the smooth plaster walls. Next we drove back through Brasov and headed SE toward our final sight, the Snagov Monastery on Snagov Lake. We drove through several tourist centers in the mountains (some of the higher mountains had a dusting of snow from the previous day’s precip) and stopped to try to get the last bit of money I needed to pay Bogdan. The first place had a lousy rate (3.69lei/USD) and the second would only give a max of 200 RON, and the third was out of order. Finally, in Sinaia, I hit an ATM that gave the best rate yet, 4.059/dollar). I took out 1000RON which would give us a cushion for whatever we needed to spend in Bucharest for meals and taxi to the airport. We also stopped at a rest area/gas station to use the WC and try to get a sandwich. But a tour bus had beat us there and there was a long line at the food counter. We came out of the mountains onto the Danube Plain and then it wasn’t far to the monastery which itself is not far in distance from the capital. We walked across a bridge to the island and entered the church whose interior was covered with painted icons. They were probably painted (frescoed) over earlier frescos because when some plaster had cracked off, there were figures visible beneath. I took a bunch of photos for no good reason, then we went out and walked around the grounds a bit. The area of the island was quite small. From there it was only 20 minutes to Bucharest, but traffic (at 1430, not a rush hour!) slowed us down quite a bit. Bogdan dropped us off right in front of the Hotel Trianon and we gave him his fee in leis with our thanks. He was off to Ikea and then south to visit his grandfather who is expected to die soon. After checking in to the hotel, we ate the gingerbread cookie from Cesky Krumlov with tea and hot chocolate. I got our boarding passes printed at the hotel desk and we rested for a while before going out to find something to eat. C.J. is still suffering from her cold and cough and has been taking cough suppressants, but she still does not feel very well. Around 1730 or so we went out in search of a place to eat. I had picked up a card with a map on it for Tulin, a Lebanese restaurant only a few blocks away. We walked past a Romanian Italian restaurant that looked okay but went a couple of blocks farther walking along the edge of a park. When we spotted Tulin we crossed the street at a small plaza with a bust of Pope Paul II, now a saint. The restaurant didn’t look like much from the outside, but it had a welcoming interior and we settled in to eat up as much of our Romanian lei as we could (not really, but we had plenty of cash for a good meal in the pleasantly inexpensive city). So we got a starter of hummus with pine nuts and a fresh baked pita (“Just one?” the waitress asked) and both were really good. Then we immediately ordered another pita, this one whole wheat (“Told you, you should have got two,” our waitress ribbed us.). The Beirut salad and our main of Ismeril, which was a couple of rolls of minced lamb and veal on what looked like a tortilla with sides of roasted whole onion and tomato. The salad was good, too, with lots of tomatoes, cucumber, onions and other salad stuff with a good oil and vinegar dressing. C.J. ordered a limonada with sparkling water and honey (good thing because it was pretty tart). And then ordered an unknown drink that ended in “nectar”. It was pretty sweet, but mixed together, the two were excellent. I had a Tuborg beer since there were no beers on tap and all the wine seemed to come only by the bottle. It was still light when we got back to the hotel. We spent some time finishing up packing and then went to bed; it was maybe around 1930. I’m not sure how much sleep C.J. got because she did a lot of coughing.

23 Oct, Tue – The alarm woke us at 0325 and we were downstairs at the desk requesting a taxi by 0410. The taxi arrived within five minutes and we had an easy ride through the quiet city, a major change from when we had come into the city with Bogdan at 1500 when the traffic was heavy. On the way I had a few moments of stress when we drove right by an airport, but it must have been a local airport because we reached the main domestic/international airport in about 30 minutes. The fare was only 40 incl tip which was pretty inexpensive compared to many places we had been recently. Inside the terminal, the monitor did not show our flight or the counter to go to for check in, so we waited. After a while I noticed a big line so I went over and asked someone. It turned out that the line was for airport security, but there was a different monitor that showed what counter we should go to. The line wasn’t too bad there and we got our bags checked reasonably quickly. The really long line was for passing through the security check, but it was moving along pretty well. I guess the x-ray tech must have spotted something she thought suspicious in my bag because I had to open it up and then an agent went through it all, finding nothing, of course (that was all in my checked bag, ha hah). While hanging out in the terminal before checking in, I exchanged our HUN forints for about 30 EUR (+ one lei in change). And afterward, at our gate there wasn’t time to buy any food, or to exchange the rest of our ROM lei. The KLM plane had the 3+3 seating and we got a pretty awful egg omelet wrapped in bread, then a small, plastic-wrapped pastry, definitely not up to the new Delta food standards. The BUC-AMS flight was only two hours, and we had only 1.5 hours layover so we were very shortly on our flight to Minneapolis, about 8.5 hours. It was cloudy on the first leg and most of the way on the second leg. Fortunately we got a good lunch on the Delta flight where the seating was 2+4+2 and we were in the window-aisle seats but back against a bulkhead next to the rest rooms. At least there were no kids kicking the back of C.J.’s seat (but there was a crying, screeching baby somewhere across the plane. I wore my noise-canceling headphones and C.J. shut off her hearing aids for much of the trip.) [Before we left I took my Vodaphone SIM card out of my mobile and replaced it with my Consumer Cellular card so we’d have phone service when we got back to the states.] We had two and a half hours in MSP, Minneapolis-St. Paul, plenty of time to clear customs and then wait for our flight. We had to move from the original gate to the next one down the concourse when some problem turned up with the original plane. This 737 had 3+3 seating and our row, 25, was over the back part of the wing. It hardly mattered since we had been assigned the aisle and middle seats. Still, there might have been scenery as the sky was not as cloudy in North America, and I had finally got the scenery app, Flyover Country, to work. We got into Seattle about 1600 PDT, had a longish wait for the shuttle. The rush hour traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, just a slowdown when we first got on I-405. The HOV lane got us through that easily, and we didn’t even need that when we got as far as Renton; all lanes were moving right along. We found a big limb blocking the driveway, one of the ones that had broken in a windstorm before we left. There was another one that was still connected to the tree and probably won’t come down for a while yet. I moved several limbs aside and backed in over the thousands of walnuts. It looked like I would be busy for a while cleaning up the limbs, leaves and nuts. C.J. went to bed really early and I didn’t stay up past 2100. It was somewhat chilly since the house hadn’t been heated while we were gone.

08 September 2018

Macedonia and Spain 2018



Flying at Krushevo and Ager


11 Aug-3 Sep
11 Aug, Sat – C.J. and I left North Bend at a reasonable 0930 for a flight scheduled for 1330. There was no traffic slowdown (unlike on Thursday when we diverted from I-90 through Preston-Fall City to avoid a major accident near the High Point exit) so we reached ParkNJet lot 2 right around 1000. The lot was quite full and we were directed to the valet parking area near the entrance. The shuttle took just the two of us to SeaTac and dropped us off where the driver spotted a baggage cart that had been left on the sidewalk, saved us $5. Checked in and got through TSA Pre-check (the pre-check had been on just the one SEA-AMS boarding pass and at first we thought we had not received it). We had one gate change and then our flight was delayed due to a late arriving plane. It was the wrong time to get any appreciable amount of sleep during our flight and I ended up choosing to watch Coco and The Last Jedi. At Amsterdam we arrived more or less on time but then had a loooong taxi to our gate.

 12 Aug, Sun – So, we arrived kind of late in Amsterdam Schipol and had to walk quickly from E2 to G15 to make our flight. Then there was a bit of a wait before we got sent to our bus for a drive back to near where we had gotten off our first flight. The Air Serbia plane was a bit smaller for the flight to Belgrade. Once on the ground at Nicola Tesla International it was only a short walk to our gate where there was a long line waiting for the local security to put everything through the scanner, no TSA free-pass here. Once again we had to get on a bus and wait a while before being taken to a much smaller Air Serbia plane where we surrendered our roll-aboards to the crew to put in with the cargo. It was just over an hour flight to get to Skopje. Just as on the previous AS flight, we received a small bottle of water and there were food and beverages available for purchase. At SKP we went through a perfunctory immigration passport check then we waited for our luggage. The carrousel produced only a few bags and left a dozen people without their bags, us among them. We all filled out missing baggage forms. Later we heard that there had been too many big bags to fit on the small plane, so they were left in BEG. Hopefully that was correct and they will arrive on the 0130 flight on 13 Aug and get sent to our hotel. Since we had no heavy luggage to schlep, we decided to take the cheaper shuttle bus instead of the 20 Euro taxi. It wasn’t going to leave until 1645 so we had time to wander around the tiny airport and eat a slice of the local meat-filled croissant-like pastry called a burek . We got dropped off at the Hotel Holiday Inn and walked along the Vardar River past two bridges crowded with statues, and a couple of boat-shaped restaurants to the 12-arched Stone Bridge.
That put us right on the big plaza which has as its centerpiece a giant statue of Alexander the Great a "Warrior on Horseback". Just on the far side of the plaza was our hotel, the Hotel London Bed and Breakfast. We checked in and changed to cooler clothes so we could take a short walk around the historic area. First we got a couple of scoops of gelato on Nikola Vaocarov St. and then we crossed the river on the Stone Bridge and walked up the winding streets of the Old Bazaar where there were lots of restaurants, bars and souvenir shops. Continuing higher up we stopped to look at a mosque with a tall minaret, Mustapha Pasha's Mosque, then crossed the Blvd Goce  Delcev to the Skopje Fortress where we caught a view of the setting sun (sometime after 1900). We walked through the park below the fortress back to the Old Bazaar and dragged our tired bodies back to the hotel where we crashed around 2100.


13 Aug, Mon – This morning we had breakfast in the restaurant downstairs. Afterward we asked the desk manager to call the airport and find out about our lost/delayed luggage. It had not been sent from Belgrade because there was no flight last night (0130) but it will be sent Mon. night/Tue. Morning. Later we ran into Peter Longstaff and his wife Janet and sat with them a while after they had eaten breakfast. They have been to Macedonia a couple of times previously and have done a fair amount of traveling. Later we went out and stopped at a souvenir stall and bought a Macedonia cap just so I’d have something to keep the sun out of my eyes. We also went to a nearby shopping






mall and bought a small tube of sunscreen at a Vero. We climbed back up to the Fortress and walked around the mostly rebuilt but crumbling grounds. There were no explanatory signs and no displays. And it was really hot in the sun. We returned via the twisted streets of the Old Bazaar and crossed back over the river on the bridge in front of the Archaeological Museum. We stopped for a milkshake at one of the Trend Restaurants because it had misters running in the outdoor seating area. Back at the hotel I sent the above email and rinsed out another sweat-soaked t-shirt. We received an email from Toby at PP saying to meet at 1230 for the 2-hr shuttle to Krushevo. I let them know about our missing bags. When we went out again we really didn’t have a destination. After looking at the tourist map at the north end of the big plaza, we went back along 11 Octomovri to the huge triumphal arch, Porta Macedonia. Then we walked into the Woman Warrior Park and looked at all the different monuments. It was pretty difficult to figure out what most of them represented. We did recognize one of a golden man with a spear; it was the one that had had “metal underpants” installed “to cover his manhood” when some female politicians
"Iron underpants guy"
who worked nearby had complained. We continued on walking inside a large mall, part of the same one we had been in this morning, until we came to the end near the Hotel Holiday Inn. Then we cut through the mall to the Kej along the Vardar, and crossed to the north over the bridge of artists, not a woman among them. We walked by the circular ministry of financial police (or something like that) and past more monuments before passing behind the Archaeological museum and coming out in the Old Bazaar again. C.J. had decided that she was hungry and so we moseyed through the winding streets looking for a shaded, outdoor place where people were eating. We finally found a small square with a wide-spreading Sycamore enhanced with fabric shade and even some water misters, where people weren’t just hanging out smoking and drinking. We ordered salads “like those people are having” which turned out to be the Macedonian salad and a Greek salad, a small loaf of fresh bread, water and a beer. Then we walked back to the hotel picking up a free bottle of a new soft drink that were being handed out at one end of the Stone Bridge. Back at the room, I found an email from the lost baggage place at SKP saying that Air Serbia was planning to deliver the bags from BEG on JU166 at 0130. I replied asking if I could pick them up at the airport rather than having to lug them from the hotel back to the airport. Their reply, later, said that they were going to deliver to the hotel, so much for communication. We rested until it was time to meet Peter and Janet downstairs for dinner. Peter had discovered an Italian restaurant on the second floor of the big shopping mall, so we walked over there and had a good dinner of salad (Macedonian -like the Shopska C.J. had at lunch but without grated cheese covering it – and a mixed salad). C.J. had the pork shish-kebab and I had tortelloni with meat sauce, beer and sparkling water. It was after 2200 when we started back, and the big plaza (Plostad Makedonikja) was still busy with people. The hotel reception had found an electric plug adapter for us so we were able to charge the computer and C.J.’s camera battery overnight.

14 Aug, Tue – Up sometime after 0700 for a shower and to start packing up. I checked with the desk to see if our bags had been delivered overnight but they reminded me that the airport does not do night deliveries. They said we could call the airport and try to get them to hold onto the bags for our arrival around noon. At 0830 the desk called saying that our bags had arrived from the airport. Whew! We had breakfast with Peter and Janet and this time we had the Macedonian breakfast with “pie”, hardboiled egg, black and green olives, feta cheese chunks, some lettuce and tomato, and an interesting sauce (ivar?). After breakfast we took a walk on Blvd Makedonija and we found the
Mother Teresa Memorial House and a new multi-domed church of Sts Constantine and Elena that was being built, including a tall, separate bell tower. When we returned to the hotel we rested a bit and at 1125 went downstairs to check out and load all our bags into a taxi to the airport. We didn’t have too long to wait for the four other pilots to arrive and then we were off in a weakly air conditioned van south on a motorway, then west on 2-lane roads through Prilep, across a wide tobacco-growing valley, then up a winding road to Krushevo and the Hotel Montana Palas. We checked in and moved our gear to our room on the 2nd floor (3rd, if you count the main floor as 1). I installed my SIM card and then ran into problems with C.J.’s iPhone so we went down to the lobby and got help from Mike Agnew of Passion Paragliding (whom we had met when he was working for XTC in Slovenia) and Jonni who is one of the guides. Back in the room we did a little unpacking then went to the restaurant for a scoop of ice cream. Back in the room I uploaded the waypoints that Toby had sent in an email to our instruments. , both of C.J.’s instruments and my Garmin 76S. Around 1900 the whole crew of something like 12 pilots and Mike and maybe Toby walked down the road to the village, about a km. Apparently Mike had made prior arrangements because there was already a long table set under an awning and we were served first a salad, then a cheese dish like fondue or raclette on slices of crispy crust, then slices of pizza, and finally, fruit slices. It was quite a meal. The walk back was trying for me and I had to stop several times with chest pain. We went to bed pretty early after taking some photos of the picturesque town below.

15 Aug, Wed – Up around 0630. Breakfast buffet in the restaurant was full of variety from Macedonian items to fried eggs and slices of omelet. There were also plates of meat and cheese so I made a sandwich for lunch. There was no hot chocolate but I tried a drink from the fancy espresso machine; the vanilla latte wasn’t too bad, not bitter like coffee anyway. And much better than the thick and pudding- like “hot chocolate” at the Hotel London breakfast. The orientation meeting at 0900 provided a map and lots of useful information although the British accent was sometimes hard to understand. Afterward we had 20 minutes to get our gear ready before we loaded on the two vans. We first drove down into Krushevo for a stop at a small store for people to get snacks for lunch. Then we drove a few km south from the hotel and up a paved road signed for the paragliding launch. Everyone was surprised to see the whole crowd of the British Open pilots (120 of them) there so early. We had another orientation with a big map and Toby chose a task of B19-B16-A10, or, north to the junction of the “crocodile ridge” out front with the higher Krushevo ridge, then a point south of the launch, then straight east to an airfield halfway to Prilep (the goal of the British Open, and about 36 km, total). By the time we had gotten ready all the BO pilots had launched and probably started. There were still other pilots and groups, but the launch is large. I launched at 1155 and struggled out front at the supposed house thermal but I finally got back up over the launch ridge. Then I started off north and found light lift at the edge of
Part of hotel breakfast buffet
Krushevo near our hotel. I continued on along the eastern edge of the city then past the Makedonium monument. About that time, I saw an armada of pilots flying toward me, most of them low. I guess that the BO had its first turnpoint at the huge cross on the mountain north of K, and they were returning. I found some lift to 1600m as I crossed the valley to the 1 km cylinder around B19, but arrived at 1100m. There was enough lift to circle for a while at the ridgetop of the crocodile, but it didn’t last long and I had to fall off the ridge and sank into a long field in the valley. There were horses in a nearby field that were a little startled as I flew over but settled right down as I landed (0:42). I was surprised to see a couple of kids appear because there really was not a house close by, then another eight or ten showed up. Only one spoke a little English and another one had a rudimentary idea about how to fold up a glider, but they did help a little. Just as I finished, the van showed up so I shook hands with all the boys and got out through a nearby gate. The van took me to the bailout LZ where we picked up six or seven more pilots, and then we returned to launch where Toby was waiting to help anyone who wanted to fly again. He thought we might have an hour or more before the predicted over-development occurred. Clouds were tall, but not anvilled, and there were lulls in the cycles on launch. So, when Peter started getting ready as well as Jamie and Bernie, I got set up and followed Peter off. I flew straight out without encountering any lift and was actually starting to feel a bit worried about reaching the bailout, but once I got under a cloud there was plenty of lift. I got to 1400m or so and flew as far as the toe (tail) of the crocodile ridge. I was down to 1200 and looking at crossing a town on the 11.4 km route to the goal, but I encountered no lift and turned back along the ridge to the bailout. I flew low over the tall trees to see which ways the leaves were fluttering and managed to land into the wind. Just as I started packing up (Bernie and Jamie and a couple of others were already there, but Peter had gotten high and gone toward goal), the van drove up with C.J. and others. She had not flown the task (put the turnpoints in backwards) but had flown for 1hr 40m. We all headed back to the hotel while the other van went out to the east to get Peter and? Back at the hotel C.J. and I changed our InReach messages to include our cell numbers in Macedonia and the Passion PG guys. We had the hotel buffet dinner with Jamie, Mark and Jason.

16 Aug, Thu – The day dawned cloudy with an unpromising forecast of showers. We met at 0900


and Toby asked if we’d like to go to Ohrid, about a two-hour bus ride. About half of the group (seven plus Mike and Jonni) took him up on it and we left about 1000. The scenery was not very exciting even though we were driving through the mountains; the rain kept the visibility down. In Ohrid (say OCK rid) we got off on Bulevar Turisticka just a short ways from the pedestrian way that paralleled Bulevar Makedonski prosvetiteli (Macedonian Educators) and went down to the lakefront. We had started off with Mike and Jonni but we lost them when we stopped to study a tourist map at Ohrid Fountain Square; we were on our own. So the first thing we did was stop for some ice cream, of course. Then we continued down to the lake front and followed the old, narrow, cobblestone streets along the shore and up the hill bit to St. Sophia’s Church. From there we cast around for a few minutes before finding a path to the waterfront which led us to a boardwalk suspended over the water which bypassed some cliffs. Eventually we reached our destination, the ancient
church of St. John the Theologian on a point of land sticking out into the lake. Because we had only three hours to explore Ohrid, we were going to stick with the old town and mostly the park that contained the main tourist attractions. Since we did not want to retrace our steps, we headed uphill on a steep climb to the Fortress of Tsar Samuil. Some of the reconstructed walls and towers dated from the 10th century and some even earlier. We got some good views from the inner walls and, after a climb of a steep stairway, the wall above the main gate. From there we headed downhill to the Upper Gate and then down to the reconstructed ancient theater. About that time it began to rain lightly. We were down to t-shirts because of the exertion of climbing to the fortress, but we cooled off quickly.
By the time we reached the water front square again, we were ready to pull on our rain jackets, and find a public restroom. We had bypassed the portapotties at the theater (if they were even open to use) but we found a park with pay toilets. Unfortunately, we did not have the three 10-denar coins required. But C.J. managed to slip in when another woman emerged. We walked back up the pedestrian way and stopped at the fountain square to eat a little lunch under a sycamore tree. Then we veered off the tourist route into a more generic market with clothing and household items. We were early at the place where we were going to meet the van and no one was there. When it got to be several minutes after 1500, we began to be a bit nervous. But soon enough the rest of the party showed up and
then the van pulled in for an illegal stop. It rained most of the way back; we hadn’t missed any flying. My nose was running and it was clear that I was getting a cold so after dinner with Peter and Janet at the hotel bar (the big restaurant was being used as a buffet for the British Open). I took one of the cold remedy pills I have been carrying for ages (next one in four hours). That seemed to help and I was able to sleep.

17 Aug, Fri – The weather looked a lot more promising so, after breakfast, we met at 1000 and drove up to launch. The British Open pilots were already there but were not launching. Toby gave us the option of doing a quick flight (a “cheeky top-to-bottom”,  as he termed it) and then going XC later. C.J. and I opted out of the sledder. I took a walk up the road to the statue of a man hurling a

boulder (perhaps Pitu Guli), a monument to the “Republic of Krushevo” revolt against the Ottoman Empire which lasted ten days. There were still wreaths on the base of the statue left over from the Aug 2nd celebration. The British Open began launching before noon 

with the task out in the middle of the valley and almost all the way to the Greek border. During the time that there was a big disorganized gaggle over launch, a mid-air collision sent two pilots to the ground; one Brit appeared to be unconscious and did not deploy a reserve. He landed in the brush downhill in front of launch and reportedly sustained a broken shoulder. The other pilot, a Ukrainian, not a BO competitor also looked unconscious but had deployed his reserve. He crashed through some trees, and later we found out that he did not survive. [These results are the very opposite of what one usually expects from a mid-air. Typically, the person who deploys his reserve avoids major injury.] Even though there was a fair amount of cumulus buildup out in the valley and behind launch, we took off on a task to fly SE to B26 then due S to A09, also down near the Greek border. I took off at about the same time as Shalon, and we were able to thermal up somewhat as we moved south along the ridge. I thought it might be possible to get to B26 by crossing the gap and then flying E to the waypoint (2km cyl), but I could not get much above launch level (1400m) and had to keep pushing out toward the valley. I tried flying over a village (maybe Precil) but there was no lift and the wind was getting pretty strong from the north. As I got low south of the village I saw that there were a lot of tobacco fields and I did not want to land in them. I aimed for a fallow field and had to do some hard turns so as to not overshoot. I landed (0:24) just
north of a big rosebush and my wing blew into it. It was a long and trying effort to get the wing out. Three kids showed up but they were more of a handicap than a help. The older boy grabbed my Leatherman and managed to cut himself while trying to saw a rose branch. Just about the time we got the wing down and mostly packed up, the van showed up and the driver came out. I gave the kids some peppermint candy (they took the whole bag) and I got the heck out of the field. C.J. had landed not too far north of me and Paul was to the south, and Simon (?) was in between. While I was trying to extricate my wing the sky darkened and lightning could be seen to the east. Good call to get out of the sky (the BO task was stopped as well). Back at the hotel we had a short debrief with Toby reporting the fatality and holding out hope for a late afternoon flight. C.J. and I went out to the hotel driveway and got my lines all sorted out. Then I added my Macedonian phone number to my InReach preset message so I could tell if it was working. I rinsed out some sweaty shirts, and Toby decided that it was too stormy to risk a flight. Brian Webb, who was taking part in the BO, is running a 10-day flying tour in MK starting tomorrow. His wife, Barb, brought the clients down from Skopje today. Around 1800 C.J. and I walked down into town and met Sid, Clive and Rob for dinner at the same restaurant, CKAP, “Scar,” that we ate at the first night in Krushevo. We ordered a Krushevo Pot which was a cheese, mushroom, egg and ham dish sort of like a thick fondue. It could be spooned onto wedges of a flaky crust. We also ordered a Taratura salad whose description sounded like a cucumber salad but turned out to be a lot of sour cream with a very little minced onion, nuts, and cucumber. We didn’t finish it. The beer was good, though. [On the way down the hill we met Toby who told us that the pilot who sustained a shoulder injury had died. What a horrible ending for the British Open!]

17 Aug, Sat – Breakfast was less crowded since most of the BO pilots had left, but it was the weekend so there were more people arriving. Our group met at 1000 at the reception (lobby) and then went right up to launch. After getting our gear laid out Toby announced that the task would be simply to fly to A08, a straight shot to the SSE almost to the Greek border and about 46 km. (An alternative for the pilots who wanted to get a 50 km flt was to go to B19 to the north before heading off to A08.) C.J and I launched close together but I managed to find weak lift and stay up while C.J. scratched low over the treetops. When I got up a bit I headed south but found no lift and
had to push out into the valley. I got enough lift over the first village to burble along to the east and got a few turns in at the tail of the crocodile before turning back and landing in a fallow field. Pick-up was very quick. I barely had time to stuff my wing in the cinch sack before the van was there. Meanwhile, C.J. had gotten up and flown south to near the same field I had landed in north of Presil village. The same three kids came out and while C.J. was not looking, unzipped the top of her pack and stole her wallet. C.J. did not notice until she had been shuttled back to launch. Fortunately, she had taken a photo of the three kids. She reported the theft to Toby who sent the pic out on WhatsApp to our group and informed Adam who is the liaison to all things Macedonian. That helped settle C.J. enough that she felt like taking another flight. I had launched again around 1345 and had a collapse of the left side of my wing which I had to pump out, but then I got into a good thermal and climbed enough over launch (to 1500 or so) that I felt like I could start south along the ridge toward the goal. I was able to just fly straight for a long time keeping my altitude. Just before the first gap, I found good lift that took me to 1800m, my high point, so I was able to glide easily across the gap. Once on the next ridge I had to scratch a bit before getting up. I never went back to the high ridge but followed a lower ridge on the east side. I never really got back up high again and I started to push out into the valley to see if I could get a climb over one village or another. And then I flew over some high, uncultivated ground without finding much lift. The next village did not put off any thermals either and I ended up landing in a fallow field next to a paved secondary road 24 km from the A08 goal (22km, 0:56). I called on the radio with no response and sent a WhatsApp text and location, packed up and moved to a shady spot on the side of the narrow road. I looked back at the messages on my phone and found out about C.J.’s adventure. It was about 1615 before the van showed up not quite full of pilots who had flown farther south than I did. We drove north along more secondary roads picking up a pilot here and there (at one time next to a very old Muslim cemetery marked with field stones and no inscriptions). At this time, C.J. was still in the air and crossing the first gap. The van stopped at a village store and left most of the pilots to hang out with beer or soft drinks (I got a beer and a bag of “crisps” to go) while I went back south with the van to get C.J. who had finally landed. After picking up the rest of the pilots, we stopped in the village nearest to where C.J. had been robbed (Miloshevo, north of Presil) and Adam showed the kids’ photo to some locals who gave him the parents (two sets, brothers) names and phone numbers. We drove up to their compound and Adam went to talk to the boy’s father who was very angry with his son but polite to Adam. At the girls’ house Adam retrieved the wallet, empty except for $12 in USD, but the father was belligerent and said there was no money in the wallet. C.J. thinks that there was 1200 MKD plus a pill case, her emergency contact list, MedJet card and a Tiger Shuttle punch card, as well as her Captain Chicken card from Richard Bach. Strangely, there was a wallet size school photo of another boy in the wallet. Anyway, there was much phone talk to the girls’ father about sending the police. Finally he hung up on Adam. After that we headed back to the
hotel arriving around 1830 which gave us just time to shower before we met in the reception for a group dinner. About half the group walked and we rode to Restaurant Libra located not far from the Makedonium, and across from another park with a memorial statue. Toby/Mike/Adam must not have given the restaurant very much notice because there was a long wait between the shopska salad and the main dish of stuffed peppers, beans and potatoes. Later there was a waffle spread with Nutella and topped with a scoop of ice cream drizzled with chocolate syrup. And there was also complimentary rakija, a plum brandy (?). There was no van available for return to the hotel, so Toby asked the restaurant owner to call a taxi. He couldn’t get a taxi so volunteered to drive his own car back to the hotel; that was great service! (PECTOPAH = “RESTORAN”, restaurant in Cyrillic/Russian as we learned years ago from Scott Rutledge).


19 Aug, Sun – After breakfast at 0730 we had a briefing/Doarama post flight at 0930. Around 1030 or so we drove up to launch. Wind was sort of strong in cycles and forecast to back around to south in the afternoon. Most people flew early without doing the task which was to fly south and out into the valley to B28, then north to the airfield at A10 and back along the highway to the main landing zone at A07. C.J. and I did not fly figuring that we would wait until conditions improved. Unfortunately after noon the over-development was increasing especially to the south. Some people went back to the hotel for lunch and were expecting to return to launch at 1500. C.J. and I had already eaten our leftover breakfast so we decided to take a walk to the Mechkin Kamen monument (the heroic figure heaving a boulder). There were lots of people camping and picnicking in the shady beech woods near the monument. We ran into a guy whose family had moved to the US four generations ago and he explained some of the story of the “son of the bear”. From there we found a path that took us up to the Mechkin Kamen-West launch. It had no Astroturf like the east launch but it was a wide shallow grassy slope with no obvious landing zone in sight. Back at launch we hung out until the overdevelopment to the south overflew the ridge and it started to rain. Fortunately, we had packed our wings up when conditions began to look threatening so we were ready to load into the van which had been waiting for us. Back at the hotel we waited hopefully for the announcement of a possible evening flight after the storm passed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be; Toby said the wind was east and it was damp. To take advantage of the extra free time, C.J. and I decided to walk down into the town center and then up, up the hill to the trademark icon of Krushevo, the Makedonium. I used Google Maps to find the best route and
we walked down the stairs by the Hotel to the Holy Trinity Church, then steeply down some cobblestone lanes until we hit the main road (Ilindeska) into town. That took us up past the hospital to the “Centar”, then up past the restaurants and up more stairs to the street that took us to Restaurant Libra last night. At the Nikola Karev park with its statue of the, short-lived president of the “Republic of Krushevo”, we turned right and passed the Tose Proeski Memorial House (Proeski was an important Macedonian popular musician who died young). Soon we reached the entrance to

the Makedonium marked by white concrete (or stone?) sculptures representing links of chain, one broken to represent freedom, three intact to represent the three difficult decades (?) and one shaped like an Ottoman gallows. A stairway took
us past a memorial tomb dedicated to the heroes of the revolution. The Makedonium was closed (logical because it was after 1800 on a Sunday, but we could walk around the outside of the structure shaped like the head of a mace. We could see, through the clear glass windows, the large stained glass windows. On the way down we sent a WhatsApp message to the group asking if anyone was going to eat downtown. We did not get a reply, so we decided to go to the CKAP (Scar ~ scorpion?) Restaurant and have a Greek salad and a Verona pizza, beer and sparkling water. Walking back up to the hotel was hard for me after having just eaten.

20 Aug, Mon – Our last flying day in Macedonia! After breakfast we went up to launch early, 0915, because Toby was concerned that it might get too windy in the afternoon. We were about the first group on launch and as soon as a few people started launching we could see that it was ridge soarable and even starting to be thermally. I launched shortly after 1100 (?) and tried going left to see if I could stay up in the ridge lift. It wasn’t very strong but it was soarable for a while. I made a few passes and then got up high enough to go to the end of the ridge where I could look down at Krushevo and also try to figure out where the ski area is located [We had seen a lift right in the middle of the town]. After I returned to the house thermal area, I got low out front and had to scratch for a while before getting back up. I made a pass at the launch for a top landing but I was way too high that time. Then I sank below launch again until the next cycle got me up and in position for a good toplanding just below (west of) the road (0:44). While I was hanging out on launch, a representative of the municipal government asked to interview me on video. He wanted to know what I thought about the launch at Mechkin Kamen, particularly the installation of the artificial turf. I told him it was a great improvement since the erosion caused by so many pilots would have worn off all the grass and then the dirt and rocks would be exposed. Later, after watching several of our group launch I decided to fly again and put the task (just A08 again, almost to the Greek border) into my Garmin. When I launched I got a decent climb right out front that allowed me to go south and work the area above the clearcut. That got me close to 1700m so I started to glide south in pretty lifty air. However, Jonni and those who were past the first gap were concerned about the rain from a big cloud over the horseshoe-shaped hill to the east; they turned back. It didn’t seem smart to fly south when they were running north so I turned east and radioed my new goal to Toby – the airstrip at A10. I ran into big sink heading out to the valley and had to stop and climb under some clouds before heading for the first big village, Krivogastani, where I was low again and had to circle in light lift until I gained some height over the ground. By now the cloud to the south was growing and I could hear the occasional rumble of thunder. I pushed east along the road getting lower and hoping to reach a field across the canal where there were no tobacco plants growing. A lucky thermal gave me enough of a lift to get across the canal and set up for a good landing to the NE. (Later the wind switched to strong south as a gust front came through.) Just about the time I had finished packing up, the van pulled up. It turned out that there was another of our pilots in the same large field. I was glad to get out of the field because there were a lot of flying bugs and there was no nearby shade. We stopped at a grocery store in Krivogastani where the other van had stopped and the four of us switched to the other van in which C.J. had gotten a ride from where she had landed south of the first gap. We picked up four more pilots at the main LZ and then headed up the hill. Most of the pilots went back to launch but C.J. and I and Di elected to get dropped off at the hotel since we had had enough flying for the day (at least from the Mechkin Kamen TO). We were hoping that we could get over to the Monastery of the Holy Mother of God, just NW of Prilep, but that was not to be. Some people got flights while we started packing and weighing our bags to try to get within the Austrian Airlines stringent weight limits. Later we joined the rest of the tour on a walk down into the center to Shape Restaurant. We had tomato and cucumber salad shopska) with more feta cheese slices, sliced eggplant, breaded zucchini fingers, and a veggie fritter. When we mostly finished that, we had what we thought might be a Krushevo Pot, an earthenware bowl filled with meat chunks and some mushrooms, covered with cheese and then capped with baked dough. After the main course, rakija was served, and then a dessert of a cake soaked in a honey-flavored liquid and topped with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate syrup. We also took up a collection for the van drivers and Adam, the gov’t approved local guide. The whole group burst into “Happy Birthday” when C.J. announced that I was having my 73rd birthday on the next day. About eight clients are taking the van to the Skopje airport at 0200, while most of the rest of us are leaving at 0830 (so we get some breakfast at least before the two-hour drive). Peter and Janet are spending five days in Ohrid before flying to Italy where they left their car. Then they are off to Verona for an opera. Their travels are even more extensive than our own. We are looking forward to seeing Chris and Patricia tomorrow night in Barcelona.

21 Aug, Tues – Up at 0645, our last breakfast at the Hotel Montana Palas, loaded the van around 0830 and off to Skopje airport at 0845 or so. Arrived at 1100. I went into the terminal and snagged a cart and we checked in. We had to pay 95 Euros for our third checked bag. Nothing was overweight and our backpacks were not weighed. I exchanged all of our MKD bills, about 4900, for about 75. We didn’t have all that long to wait as we started boarding at 1220. The flight was only 1hr35mn to Vienna and we got a drink and a snack before landing. We had a layover of 3hr30mn and had a croissant sandwich and a Coke (€10, airport and Old World prices). I spent some time figuring out where the Aerobus which runs every five minutes from Terminals 1 and 2 to Plaça de Catalunya would drop us and how far the walk was to Hostal Argo. It looked to be about 1.3 km which isn’t so far, so long as we have only our carry-ons, but it will probably be dark by then, so we’re not sure yet what we will do (TaxiFarefinder.com estimates €6.23 from the plaza to the hostal, but a minimum of €20, and probably close to €30-35 for a taxi from the airport. €5.90 each for the bus.) Once we got to BCN, we had a long wait for our bags and then we went as far as a parking spot with Toby and Mike and left them with our wings and the rolling duffel (Thank you!) That freed us up to catch the Aerobus to the Catalunya Plaza, the end of the line. It was dark by then but the sidewalk along the Passeig de Gracia was wide and well lit and there were lots of people about. We felt safe enough to walk the 1.3 km to Hostal Argo. We arrived just 20 minutes after Chris and Patricia had gone out for dinner. We paid our room tax in cash and checked into our small room on the third floor. Fortunately there was a small lift so we didn’t have to lug our bags and backpacks up the stairs. After settling in we went to a restaurant, Can Cargol, in a flower market just a few doors down across the street. C.J. had a quinoa salad with prawns and I got a skewer of sausage, bacon, veal and beef mixed with onion and pepper, served with potatoes (Neither of us was ready for the specialty of the restaurant, snails). Back at the hotel we ran into Chris and Patricia as we were filling our water bottles downstairs in the breakfast room at a water cooler. They had brought me a chocolate pastry for my birthday cake! We did some planning for the next day before heading to our rooms to rest at something like 0030.

22 Aug, Wed – We got up to the alarm at 0800 and met Chris at 0900, then Patricia a bit later. We
went around the block to find a café that served bacon and eggs as well as bread and sweets. Everyone else had bacon and eggs while I had a “mini gofre”, a small waffle with Nutella and other stuff. The cocoa was good, too, and I had part of Chris’s big ham sandwich. C.J. and I went to a nearby Vodaphone shop and got two SIM cards with 1.5GB of data. We had some problem getting my phone to work with the new SIM card and the shop manager had to spend what seemed like an hour getting it to run (20). Then the four of us caught a taxi to Parc Guell where we walked around on paths in the free area since the tickets to the Gaudi monuments area were sold out. Before we started trekking around the gardens we stopped at an ice cream shop and bought a fruit cup and a maracuya (passionfruit) popsicle. Finally
we reached a high point at the Tower of the Three Crosses (Calvary) and had good views out over the city including Sagrada Familia, the unfinished Gaudi basilica. On the way there we found a place to eat at Café Vall outside on a square; C.J. and I had normal meals of salad and BBQ ribs while Chris and Patricia introduced us to tapas. I got another 200 Euros out of the nearby Caixa Bank ATM. We all walked from there to the Sagrada Familia where we had tickets for 1700 to go up into the Nativity Tower. Unfortunately something
was wrong and the lift was not operating so we spent about three hours touring the basilica and the museum beneath with audioguides. On the way out as the basilica was closing, I must have set my phone down and I didn’t miss it until we were across the street from the entrance. Fortunately, someone had turned it in and Chris was calling my number just as I was asking at the office about it. I got it back, and more quickly than I had expected. We walked on toward the area where our hotel is located and found a place to eat (after passing quite a few places that had all the outside tables taken) at MasQMenos. We all ordered tapas dishes to share: rocket salad, Russian potato salad w/tuna, peppers padron, Iberian ham, sausage, dogfish nuggets, and Patricia also had a Gorgonzola salad. Everyone else had water but I had an Amstel Radler. We walked the rest of the way back to the hotel (and I once again had to stop every so often to catch my breath, and it wasn’t even uphill).

23 Aug, Thu – This morning we gave up on having Vida find a room for us and used Booking.com to book a triple room at the same Hostal Argo for $377 for three nights. The description shows that there is a fridge in the new room as well as an additional single bed. We got WhatsApp messages from Mike, so we are hooked up with them. That was after emailing Mike our new phone numbers (SMS did not work). I sent an email to Linda Martinez at Vida saying we did not need them to find a hotel room in Barcelona for us anymore. Chris and Patricia slept in and then were busy packing until 1000 when we went to breakfast at the same place. This time we ate inside and I had the eggs and bacon, too. Patricia reminded us that we were finished with Ager on the 30th, not the 31st, so I had to book another night at the Argo. When we got back to the hotel and reported our reservation to the desk guy, he told us that we would have gotten a better deal if we had booked directly with the Argo (oh, well, we usually do that, but this time we were kind of stressed about not having a place to stay when we came back from Ager). Chris asked the reception to call a taxi big enough for the four of us for noon. Then we went across the street to a food market (Concepcio) where we had a raspberry drink and bought cheese, olives, a small loaf of bread, peaches and a box of cherries. When we finished we hurried up to our rooms and finished last-minute packing, filled our insulated bottles
one last time and caught the taxi to BCN Terminal 2. Our landmark there was one of Botero's sculptures which looked like a chubby horse. We were plenty early enough so we waited in the café at the end of T2 until some other pilots and Mike showed up. Eight of us loaded into a big black van with Vincentet, the driver. We drove out of Barcelona into the countryside for an hour and a half then stopped at a Carrefours in Balaguer to buy food for our stay in Ager. We bought cereal and milk, lettuce, salt, eggs, sliced turkey, a 6-pack of local beer, yoghurt, and a big container of water. We got to Ager around 1600 and got our cottage assignments. They are pretty rustic with knotty-pine interiors, but there is a small refrigerator and a 4-burner stove and a sink. There is a bed in a loft as well as one downstairs. The windows have shutters but no screens. We hope the bugs are not going to be a problem. Although it cooled off once the sun went down, it’s still stuffy in the cabin when the windows are closed. Chris and Patricia are right next door. We did not fly the first evening because there was a big Cu-Nim nearby and we could hear thunder, although I did not see any lightning.
Despite there being many pilots here besides our group, we saw only three wings in the air while we were outside checking out the Camping Vall d’Ager LZ. Earlier we had a briefing in a room above the restaurant. After the briefing we had dinner when the restaurant opened at 2000 (open until 2230). The Hamburguesa that C.J. and I shared was pretty tasty although it was like no American hamburger I had ever had. It was probably made with pork as this area is a big hog-producing region, no bun. It was served with a salad and fries and a basket of bread. [Both C.J. and I thought we had lost things today – I spent time searching for my flip flops and C.J. for her flying jacket. Fortunately both were not really left behind, just misplaced.] We will meet on Friday early (0830) to fly before the wind forecast to get pretty strong, up to 29 kph, I think.

24 Aug, Fri – We did meet at 0830 but had to wait for a pilot who slept in so we did not get going until nearly 0900. We stopped at “the pig farm” LZ, which is associated with a PG school (one of several around here). After a discussion of how a typical landing goes there, we continued up the switchbacks to Coll d'Ares launch on Mont Sec. It was a large gravel and rock area and we were almost the only pilots there. Toby described the flight plan – a top-to-bottom to the pig farm. It actually turned out better than that as I found lift at the top of the cliff on the lower ridge and managed to eke out 20 minutes before landing in south wind along the down-sloping microlight runway. I got popped coming in and landed a bit farther away than I thought I would land. After packing up we went right back up Mont Sec to Coll d’Ares where there were now lots of pilots – there were two contests going on. One was a local PG league meet and the other was a hang glider comp. We let the PG meet pilots go first and launched just a few minutes before their start time of 1300. I flew left toward the high point of the main ridge, or maybe to Gabriello, the highest part of the lower ridge. Lift was strong and punchy in places and I quickly lost enthusiasm for the task (from launch go east to the high point or beyond, climb to cloudbase and glide over the back. A few more thermals should take pilots past Tremp to the goal at waypoint A20, the east bank of a long lake). I turned south away from the ridge and flew out into the valley. I was hoping that I could fly all the way to the LZ at the campground but that looked like a long way. As it turned out, there was light lift and not a lot of sink so I was able to fly past the pig farm and even fly over the ruins on the heights of Ager before turning E to circle down into the lifty LZ. I landed out farther away from the breakdown spot than I wanted due to a pretty strong west wind (about 0:20?). Several others from our group landed there, too, including C.J. A few landed at the pig farm and several made it as far as Tremp, over the back (Chris and Mike among others). Patricia chose not to fly. Later C.J. made a salad for lunch; unfortunately, our fridge was set too cold and the cucumbers were frozen solid! We hung around (and had an Oreo ice cream sandwich from the campground restaurant) until 1830 when we went back up to Coll d’Ares. There were still some pilots up there but not the large crowd of PG and HG competitors as at noon. Unfortunately ,the wind was strong and most of our group did not launch. Chris did, but not C.J. or Patricia. We drove down and met again at 2100 for a group

dinner at Casa Xalets in Ager. It was a Friday night so the restaurant was quite crowded for the 19.50 prix fixe three-course dinner. C.J. had lamb and I had casola de llom (pork) for our main. Our premier course was smoked salmon on tomatoes with capers, etc. while C.J. had a salad with lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers. Dessert was included and we had crema Catalana (very much like crème brulee) and a mini flan. There was beer, wine and bottled water so our final cost per person was 23.50 which got rounded up to 25 each. We didn’t get out of the restaurant until close to 1130 and it was a slow walk home for me when we encountered some mild climbs. We got to bed about 1230 after downloading photos. It was cool enough again for two blankets.

26 Aug, Sat.- We had the same breakfast of muesli and fruit for me and hardboiled egg and fruit for C.J. At 0830 we drove up to Coll d’Ares. It was calm and later started to blow from the north. I 

waited until the wind switched to uphill and a few pilots, mostly tandems, seemed to be staying
up. At noon I took off first in our group and went left finding only patchy lift, so I turned south and went to the lower ridge out front. I was able to hang out there mostly in thermals; part of the time I was above and near the church/chapel/hermitage on the cliff face. After I got down to below 1200m and then back up so that the glide ratio to the campground LZ was less than 5:1, I went in a straight line to the campground, stopping only twice to thermal. Landing was a bit tricky because the guy before me landed to the west while I had indications that said I should be landing toward the south. It worked out okay but the wing still flew over my head (0:37). Mike Lawrence landed when I was just about finished packing up. After dropping my stuff at the bungalow, I went for a walk into town to get some additional euros out of the only ATM. All the stores were closed and the ATM was not dispensing cash. I continued up the street and then up some narrow cobblestone lanes to the church of St. Peter located on the high point of the town. The church was closed as well. Back at the campground I met C.J.as she was walking from the LZ to the bungalow. After cleaning up a bit we had lunch with Patricia who had landed at the pig farm and walked from there.  After lunch we went to the CG restaurant and had an ice cream bar. Then we collapsed on the bed for some much-needed naptime. I got up at 1755 and found Patricia at the door asking if we were going to go up to launch. We hurriedly got ready and went up with most of the group [David was already on launch suffering from vertigo and almost unable to walk. Toby brought him some of his pills. Hopefully he will be feeling better on Sunday.] It was blowing too hard at 1830 again so Toby demonstrated some high-wind kiting and launch techniques (cobra, As and Cs, rosetting by first pulling in a foot or two on the rear riser, then making the usual loops of line; that makes the rosette less likely to scoop air). By 1915, the wind velocity was decreasing and I launched along with most of our group. The lift was smooth and I was able to get above the ridgetop (1679m). I tried going west to the point beyond where the road reaches the Coll d’Ares and got there, but the lift was not working there and I lost a lot of elevation and came back beneath launch. However, I soon gained back what I lost plus more and was able to go a ways down the ridge to the east. After half an hour I had had enough and turned south for the Campground LZ. I did a lot of crabbing on the way, but arrived at Ager with 1300m (?) so I had plenty of altitude to make a big circle over the town with its ancient fortified church before circling the campground and landing in very light to zero west wind (0:43). Mike Lawrence was already there and mostly packed up. By the time I was almost packed up, C.J. was landing. It was after 2115 when we had gotten cleaned up a little and were heading for the CG restaurant. It was a Saturday night AND there was a big soccer game so the restaurant was full  (apparently we should have made reservations)  but, after a 20 min wait, we got a table. C.J. had the “sausage with dry beans” and I had the chicken skewers with fried egg, chips and salad. I paid for the whole 37 for the four of us with my Citi credit card and gave Chris the receipt to figure out how much he owed. Tomorrow we won’t go up until 1000 since the forecast is for weather much like Saturday and then no one launched until noon. 

27 Aug, Sun – After breakfast I walked to the bakery and the nearest little grocery store. I got a loaf of bread and two more flautas. The grocery had cheese, yogurt, nectarines and tomatoes for us. I
downloaded our camera photos before leaving for launch at around 1000. Toby did a lesson on “How to stay alive in thermals” He covered the three Ps: Pitch, Pressure, and Potato (body position). I launched about 1230, early enough, I thought, to avoid the strong sharp thermals. Too late, so I ended up flying out for a point to the east of launch (wind was more easterly today). I worked some ragged lift out near the church/hermitage (Mere de Deu de Petra ?) then I ran for the Camping LZ. The LZ was soarable (there was even a dust devil in the unpaved parking lot) so I circled and circled and finally had to land in bumpy south wind, across the field (0:27). I carried my wing back to the shady lawn in front of the bungalow to pack up, and had some lunch. I hung out in the shade for quite a while before C.J. and others returned. C.J. had landed at the pig farm to avoid the thermally CG LZ. We got a WhatsApp post saying that we might be able to fly in the evening so be ready at 1730. That got pushed back to 1800 and then we didn’t go up until a bit later when the wind stopped blowing over the back. When we got there people were flying but the wind was seriously crossed from the right, west. Fortunately there is a (somewhat sketchy) west-facing launch so some of our group used that. By the time I was ready the wind had switched to sort of SW and I could use the usual take off. Unlike the previous night, lift was sparse, and I was soon down to the cliffs of the lower ridge where there was even less than I expected. I headed off south following Chris but he kept getting farther away from me and higher (could be that I was just sinking faster). I flew past the pig farm LZ but it looked like a reach to get to the campground, so I turned back and landed at the pig farm LZ. It was a longish wait with Stephen before we were picked up. Everyone else made it to the CG, except for Mike L who decided not to fly. We had wine and snacks to celebrate Patricia’s first flight “home”. Then we went into town to eat since the CG restaurant was closed. Oops, so was the restaurant across from the bakery, Casa Portola,  and the tapas bar Lo Torre was packed. We gave up and walked home and went to bed early.

27 Aug, Mon – We weren’t even starving when we woke up so I guess we didn’t miss dinner all that much. We went up the hill at 1000 and I launched at 1111. There was a bit of ridge lift on the high ridge and then I sank down a bit and headed for the front ridge. There was enough relatively friendly thermal lift for me to hang in for almost an hour going from one part of the ridge to another and then heading out to land at the pig farm field around 1215 (1:04). I threw my stuff in the Sol cinch sack and the six (?) of us who had flown rode back up to launch (C.J. had not flown). Toby set a task in the valley: launch to E06 a village to the E, E39 the golden fields to the west, E47 Toby’s village E of Ager, and the CG LZ G01. I put the route in my GPS but did not seriously consider flying it. When I got in the air around 1330, I flew east along the front of the high ridge in reasonable ridgelift with some thermals, then I sank when I wasn’t willing to circle in the rougher thermals. I was a bit concerned about making it across the plateau to get beyond the lower ridge, but some lift got me easily over it. Then it was just a glide to the CG LZ which was switchy but with light winds (0:20). I carried up to the bungalows again and had some lunch before folding my wing. I was almost finished when people from our group began to arrive many of them having made some or all of the turnpoints. C.J. made two of the turnpoints and landed happy in the pig farm field. It was hot today, much hotter than it had been so far here in Ager. I used the wi-fi at the restaurant (closed again today) to check email. Around 1700 I realized that I had not tried to get money out of ATM in town so I walked up there and the machine worked this time! I took out an additional 200. The little store was open, too, so I went in and browsed around but did not find anything that we needed immediately. On the way home I stopped to check out Bar lo Torres where Patricia said they had ice cream. I called C.J. to report but she wasn’t interested in hurrying down there at 1730, when Toby and Mike were going to pick us up at 1800. When we arrived at launch the wind was coming in nicely but Toby cautioned us that conditions were changing and there were still some thermals. When I launched (after two aborts) just before 1900 I went left and climbed in ridge lift close to the cliffs. I went back toward launch once and then went a bit farther east the next time. By now I was almost to 1700m and I was well over launch and atop the ridge. It seemed like a good time to try to go to the west. I crossed the Coll d’Ares gap and passed the first cliffs. I kept expecting to hit good ridge lift as I was flying along a cliff band facing into the wind, but there was nothing. Eventually I had to turn back and there was still no lift. By now I was below the cliff band and flying over the brushy slope. No lift, and the plateau between the two ridges was looking closer and closer. I couldn’t cross back over the road and below me were pine trees and down on the plateau there was an olive orchard, neither were good options for landing. Luckily, I hit some tiny bits of lift and they were just enough to get me a glide to a fallow field next to the road. My glide improved on the way and I was able to squeak over the lower ridge and fly along that face, but there was still no lift. I finally gave up and flew out into the valley. It was still possible that I could make the CG LZ as it was a 5:1 glide. But, I didn’t want to chance it and flew around near the pig farm field looking for lift. I landed with Patricia in the pig farm LZ (0:30); it appeared that everyone else had made it out to the campground. It was relatively early (for a “restitution” flight) and yet there was no one left in the air after we landed. Apparently, the wind had turned off and/or turned catabatic. It was about 2000 when we got back to the bungalows and I was ready for a shower before we headed out for dinner. Since both the campground café and Casa Portola were closed again tonight, we thought we might go back to Casa Xalets, but we stopped to look at Bar lo Torres and found the outside tables full. However, there was plenty of seating inside. We parked under an air conditioner and ordered a Bocata Hamburguesa Torres with a double patty, cheese, bacon, lettuce, and barbacoa sauce to share. It was enough after we shared some of Chris’s tapas dishes and had ice cream for dessert. We walked back on the road instead of the path so that we could eat our ice cream without stumbling. The rising full moon was brilliant but somewhat yellow. We were back before 2200, early by Catalonian standards.

28 Aug, Tue – We drove up at 1000 and the conditions looked good with the wind blowing in nicely. The sky was somewhat overcast but a few of us got ready to fly. Right after Patricia launched the wind stopped and then switched to blowing from the north, downhill, with some appreciable velocity. I got my wing packed in its bag and then waited while Toby spent some time answering questions and describing some of the other trips that Passion Paragliding runs. Colombia sounds like his favorite, and he said that Morocco was more of a “flying adventure” than a place to go for cross-country. Sometime after 1300 the wind switched, and I joined the queue for launch. I went east in intermittent ridge lift. Then I pushed out to the lower ridge. I encountered a little lift part way across and again out in front of the hermitage where I gained enough to get back above the plateau. But that was about it and I landed to the east in the pig farm LZ (0:14). Chris, Mike and Daniel were still flying but the rest of us went back to the bungalows for lunch. At that time Toby was thinking about going back up at 1700, but then he put off a decision to 1745. It’s just as well, because flying three times a day for several days has worn me out. At 1830 Toby said there would be no flying tonight. We hung out and then met Chris and Patricia up in the town at Casa Xalets for a dinner of carpaccio with parmesan, salad with seafood, and a shared “xurrasco” with fries and a couple of pieces of eggplant and peppers. On the way home in a sprinkle of rain with some thunder and lightning in the distance, we stopped at Lo Torres for  some ice cream.

29 Aug, Wed – Our last flying day in Ager. When we went up at 1000 we were the only pilots on launch for a while. The wind was blowing pretty much straight in to launch, and it appeared to be ridge soarable. Toby’s weather forecast had not shown what we were seeing. I launched and went left hugging the rocks. I couldn’t seem to get above the ridge even though there were people at the high point soaring above it. I returned to launch and felt I was high enough to try to go west, so I crossed the road and got as far as the first rocky point. Since there wasn’t a lot of lift there, I turned back before I sunk any more and had to worry about landing on the plateau. Flying west again I gained back some of the height I had lost but after a few passes, I turned out and flew to the lower ridge. I was able to hang in there for a while but I eventually headed out and landed to the east at the pig farm LZ (0:50).  Patricia landed shortly after me and we bundled our wings up (mine in my stuff sack with my harness) and got a ride with four other PP pilots back to launch. It was still blowing in but a bit harder. Patricia took one try and decided not to fly. I got yanked and had to abort, but on the second try I got off. It was sort of soarable but not as smooth as it had been. I went east for a ways and then turned out low to reach the front ridge. Just over the top of the ridge I caught a good thermal and climbed a couple of hundred meters. That gave me a 3:1 glide to the campground LZ, so I headed that way. Good thing I had extra height because there was a lot of sink.
Except at the LZ which was soarable and switchy. I came in pretty smoothly and landed to the north (across the width of the field (0:15). I carried my wing up to the bungalows and packed up in the shade. When C.J. got there (after a groveling low save on the plateau) we moved the table out onto the lawn and had lunch with Chris and Patricia and talked about things to see and do in Barcelona. Later, Toby came by and said that conditions looked unsettled and probably too strong. So, he did a whiteboard lesson on speeds-to-fly. After that, around 1900, he thought that we ought to go up to launch and have a look. It’s a positive aspect of the Passion Paragliding team that they try to get their clients as much flying as we can stand. There was absolutely no one there when we arrived, there were Cu’s building all around but none nearby, and the wind was strong (26, gusting to 30kph). C.J opted out of flying as did Patricia; I considered it when the rest of those who had come up (not everyone) got their wings ready and followed Toby off. I was feeling like it was the end of the trip and I had already carefully packed up my wing, so my decision was not to fly (even though Toby was having a great time “ridge dancing”). Naturally, the wind slackened and conditions became mild. We had to be at the campground restaurant by 2045 for our paella feast so it was too late to unpack, set up, fly and land then repack even though Toby was having a great time zooming around and toplanding, a real ridge-dancer performance. So, we drove down (the first time I’ve driven down in the past two weeks) and got cleaned up for the group dinner. Toby bought us all drinks at the bar and then we had a dining room to ourselves. The first course was a salad, served family style. Then two big paellas were brought out  and everyone dived in. In  addition to our early drinks, there were bottles of red and white wine on the tables, plus bottled water. In addition to the twelve clients and two Passion Paragliding partners, Toby’s wife Yuki Sato was there and also Vicentet, our driver. It wasn’t until almost 2245 that Toby mentioned that all the vans were leaving at the same time – 0830 – for the airport. There was a bit of a scramble as everyone (except Kevin and Martin who were staying for the next week) headed for their bungalows to pack their gear. We got to bed around 2330(?).

30 Aug, Thu – 0700 seemed to come quite early but I got up and took a shower; when C.J. tried the same, there was no hot water. We had our usual breakfast and took what food was portable with us but left behind a bag of salt, a couple of beers, some milk and a heel of stale bread. The vans left semi-punctually and we were in the green van with Mike, Chris and Patricia, David, Daniel and Adrian. The others went in the black Mercedes van borrowed from the Camping de Vall Ager, directly to the airport for some few people’s early flights. We stopped at a truck stop and had a second breakfast. C.J. and I ordered hot chocolate (we think) and shared a chocolate filled pastry. The hot chocolate was more like a melted chocolate bar- hot but very thick, good for dunking. Then it was less than an hour to the airport. We had thought that we might leave our big bags at the Left Luggage counter, but the cost was something like 10 per bag per day…and they didn’t open until just about the time of our flight. Then, when Chris and Patricia decided to go for it, the price increased to €15 per large bag. So, we headed off to look for a large taxi. We joined the queue and the director got us a cab that was big enough and not as expensive as the cab we all took from the hotel to the airport. We paid €35.60 and that was split with Chris. Although it was only shortly after noon, we got right into our rooms [Note to self: don’t book through booking.com if you want the best rate – go directly to the hotel website]. Our room was nice and big (well, comparted to our last room at Hostal Argo) and looked out on some other apartment buildings, but it did have a mini fridge. Chris and Patricia paid less but their room is smaller, has no fridge, and the A/C was not working; but it does have a small balcony. Once we finished settling in, we met downstairs, filled water bottles and went a few doors down to El Fornet, a chain of bakeries, sort of “like Starbucks but with better food”, as Patricia said. C.J. had a salad and I had a nice cheese and sliced chicken sandwich on a baguette. After lunch we walked together down Passeig de Gracia to the TI at Pl. de Catalunya. We looked at a few brochures and then talked with an advisor. We ended up buying two days of Hop-on-Hop-off bus tours, and then a self-guided trip to the monastery at Montserrat, both on the Visa card. Chris and Patricia went off to visit a museum they had not gotten to see, while we braved the crowds on La Rambla, a busy pedestrian street. Just to get into the spirit of the thing we bought an overpriced scoop of gelato at a street stand. We spent a good bit of time roaming the aisles of the food market Mercat de la Boqueria taking lots of photos. From there we decided to wander through the Barri Gotic, the old Gothic Quarter to reach the Barcelona Cathedral. We also saw the basilica church of Santa Maria del Pi (have to look that up). We didn’t go in either one but the outside of the cathedral was interesting enough for now. Then we walked along some other narrow lanes passing the Mercat de Santa Catarina, before reaching the Palau de la Musica Catalana which Rick Steves said was a “don’t miss”. The outside was architecturally stunning, but we didn’t spring for the €11 each for seniors for the guided tour of the interior. By this time we had walked enough and were ready for a break so we found the most direct route back to the hotel and returned to rest for a couple of hours. Chris and Patricia got back sometime after 1900 and we all went out to eat at 2000. Chris eventually found their favorite tapas place, Vinitus, germa petit, just a block or two off Pg. de Gracia. We saw the table next to us had a pitcher of sangria which looked good, so we ordered a one-liter pitcher. It really was good. I couldn’t help wonder why Rick Steves had advised against ordering it; maybe it’s too much of a tourist thing for him. Chris ordered a bunch of tapas plates: Iberian ham, potatoes bravas, shredded cod fish salad, calamari rings, asparagus and mushrooms, bread with tomato jam, caprese salad, beef tenderloin on bread, and maybe something else I’ve forgotten. We also had dessert: hot chocolate (just like at breakfast) with churros for dunking, and C.J. had ice cream cubes with a layer of wafer on top and bottom. Chris had a bread pudding and Patricia had the crema catalana. Chris treated us all in honor of my birthday!

31 Aug, Fri – It was a little cool in our room overnight with the A/C set at 24 but not enough to get us up to look for an additional blanket. Little did we know that it had been raining overnight and was still coming down pretty good until 0800 or so. We got up at 0700 so there would be time to have a last visit with Chris and Patricia before they left at 0900. I ran into them coming back from the coffee shop when I went out to see if I could get some fruit at the Conception Market. It really wasn’t operating at 0800 but I found out that there is a big supermarket beneath the market we had visited before we left for Ager. It may have been open but I didn’t see any shoppers. I ended up going across the street to a small convenience store and getting some plates, nectarines and a four-pack of yogurt. C.J. was down visiting Chris and Patricia when I got back, but by 0850, we left them to finish getting ready. At 0900 we just missed seeing them off as they were quickly bundled into the taxi and driven off to the airport. We were really sorry to see them go because they were a lot more savvy about doing stuff in the city than we are, and they were just good company, as well. We had some breakfast downstairs where the hot/cold water is and where a few wrapped pastries are set out each day, as well as tea bags and a chocolate drink mix. Back in our room we spent some time planning and I sent a reservation request to www.bamboobiketours.cat for a street art tour today at 1330. They are supposed to get back to us by phone or by email to confirm. Later, Andre confirmed, so we took our stuff and headed out to catch the hop-on-hop-off tourist bus. We got on right near La Pedrera, another Gaudi architectural marvel. By the time we had traversed only part of the Red Route we had seen Fransesc Macia on Av. Diagonal, the Estacio Sants, Plaça Espanya, the Museu Nacional de Art de Catalunya, the 1992 Olympics arena, the Monjuic teleferic, then on to the waterfront and the cruise port, World Trade Center, the Columbus monument, Port Vell (“veh”, old). We got off the bus at the next stop near the Museu d’Historia de Catalunya. From there we walked back to the huge “Colom” monument and its TI in the basement. We skipped the line for the lift to the observation deck, but C.J. used the rest room in the wine bar. There were a bunch of buildings from the 18th c. in the waterfront area including the Catalan Naval HQ and the old Customs House. We walked to La Rambla through the Ciutata Vella and then took a narrow side street that took us to Plaça Reial, a rectangle surrounded by restaurants. Following Google Maps we chose another narrow street that we thought would take us south to near the cycle shop where we were going to meet Andre. On the way we grabbed a sandwich from a bakery since it was getting near 1300. It turned out that the street we chose was the correct one and we arrived at El Ciclo with a half hour to spare. We checked in with the shop owner and then sat in the small square to eat our sandwich while gazing at a bright gold wall (later, we found out that the wall was part of a demolition project and the colored spray was holding the loose bits together). Andre showed up at 1330 and got us fitted for the bikes. C.J. was too short for a bamboo bike and had to settle for a seven-speed city cruiser. Andre’s bike and mine were actually made from bamboo tube of a fairly large diameter. They were cruiser-style, too so one rode sitting up pretty straight. We headed south to the waterfront and the Columbus monument again. Somehow, messages had gotten mixed up and we were getting a historical tour rather than a street art tour. But that was okay with us and we would learn a lot. Then we pedaled east along the man-made beach with views of the World Trade Center, a tall cable car ride, and the sail-shaped W Hotel (much like the one in Dubai, but not as high). We got as far east as Port Olimpic, where we saw the two large towers built for the Olympics and the one-time housing for the athletes. There was also a large curvilinear structure which looked sort of like a fish with no head by a famous US (?) sculptor. Turned back west we rode near the 1929 Estacio Frances railway station before reaching the big city green space that had been part of the 1889 (?) Intl Exposition, Parc de la Ciutadella. Among other things, there was the Catalan Parliament building, Barcelona Zoo, a large fountain with figures from Roman mythology, and a life-size sculpted mammoth. The entrance to the Exposition was through Barcelona’s version of the Arc de Triomf which celebrated no military victories, but was sort of spiritual in nature. Then we turned back into the old part of Barcelona, the Gothic Quarter (Barri Gotic) with its narrow, winding streets (made narrow, so Andre said, to provide the maximum amount of shade). We soon reached the center at the Cathedral where there seemed to be a bigger crowd than we saw on Thursday; around behind the southeast corner Andre showed us the high point of the original Roman settlement of Barcino (16.9m above sea level). In an out of the way location nearby were preserved four of the original huge columns of the temple dedicated to Augustus. Definitely some very old stuff! Continuing on, we passed through a square where the governor of Catalan was based and across the plaza was the equally large building that housed the city government. Apparently, this is the location for many protest rallies. From there it was only a short distance back to El Ciclo where we turned in our bikes and paid Andre with a Visa card. It was about 1545 when we started walking back to the waterfront where we could catch the Barcelona Bus Touristic back to the Pl de Catalunya [the bus we got on was a newer one and the narration over our headphones was clearer, plus we got to ride in the front row seats on the top of the bus. From Catalunya we wandered back to the hotel looking for a place to have an early dinner rather than waiting until the usual opening time of 2000. We didn’t really find anything and our fallback position of going to the Concepcio Market was foiled when we found that it had closed at 1500. We asked the reception for a recommendation and she suggested a place just beyond Av. Diagonal. We found it (we think) but we didn’t get any attention, so we left and took the next place we saw. It offered an assortment of tapas for €16; that sounded easier than figuring out what to eat so we ordered that. The dishes came very quickly: three kinds of salad, meatballs, potatoes bravas, calamari, tiny fish, mussels, spinach with pine nuts and raisins, bread with salami, Iberian ham, and another kind of sausage, and a basket of bread. It was a lot more food than we wanted to eat so we staggered back to the hotel without even stopping for ice cream. Early to bed.


1 Sep, Sat – I had a bad night with stomach cramps which pretty much kept me awake. In the morning before breakfast I had an episode of vomiting in which I brought up very little. Fortunately, after that I felt better. So, we had a normal breakfast downstairs before heading out on a Montserrat practice run to see how the Metro (subway) worked. We found the right line for getting to Espanya station, bought the ticket and found the platform and train. At Espanya we followed the signs for line L5 to the right platform (quite a ways) and made sure it said that it was going to Montserrat. After that we came up into the rain above ground (Bummer! We hadn’t brought our rain jackets with us) and got on the BBT (Barcelona Bus Touristic) red route again. It was windy and damp on the upper deck even though the roof was keeping the rain off. By the time we got to the transfer point for the green line loop, the rain had stopped. We enjoyed seeing a new part of the city for us, a more modern, and maybe more “blue collar” than the center where we had spent most of our time so far. We switched back to the red route at the same transfer point near Port Olimpic and stayed on the bus as far as the stop for Santa Catarina Market, which was open this time. Then we walked over toward the Cathedral passing lots of ice cream shops. We decided instead to share a sandwich in a little shop where we sat at a counter and shared an Aperol Spritz. After that and some wandering around the Cathedral area, we caught the bus back at the Sta Catarina stop and continued on to the National Museum of Catalan Art (MNAC) in the Palau Nacional built for the 1929 World Expo (or, at least, we should have stayed on the bus when it stopped for a few minutes at Pl de Catalunya). We had some good views of the city from MNAC then we got back on the bus and drove the relatively short distance to the top of the funicular and got off again. We bought tickets for the teleferic to the top of Montjuic and the fortress. It was a scenic ride to the top but a bit gray because the sun was not out. We walked through the pretty empty fortress (although there were a number of descriptive signs in four languages) and visited a couple of exhibits; one was a series of photographs of places where people were executed/murdered during the Spanish Civil War (1936-40?). And the other was an interpretive exhibit about the fortress itself. By then we were getting a tired, so we started down on trails and stairs through the Jardins de Joan Brossa. We came out just where our bus had dropped us off and we got a ride to the Columbus Monument. I wanted to head back to the Cathedral (where all the ice cream shops were) so we just started wandering through the narrow streets of the Barri Gotic aiming more or less toward the Cathedral. At some point we started looking at restaurants and near the Pl de George Orwell we stopped to eat Mediterranean food at Buen Bocata, a plate of gyro meat with hummus, fries, and salad, while C.J. had the baba gunnag. We did get to the Cathedral finally but there was no more visiting allowed and the gates were closed. We walked up the street parallel to La Rambla that feeds into Pg de Gracia and got to the BTT just as the last one on the blue route was pulling away at 2000. Oh well, we had a good run with the hop-on-hop-off bus and learned a lot about the city. We dragged ourselves back to Hostal Argo and crashed on the bed before getting going on our journals.


2 Sep, Sun – Up at 0630 so we could be sure to catch the 0836 L5 train out of Espanya station. I took time to get us checked in for our flight home on KLM and Delta, and paid for the extra bag. We walked to the farther entrance of the Pg de Gracia Metro station and took the L3 to Espanya. We got there in plenty of time to get on the train, but not to get a comfortable seat. At least we were able to snag a couple of fold-down seats for the hour-plus ride. Once at Aeri de Montserrat we had a 30-45 min. wait in line for the 30-passenger cable car to go up and down a couple of times. When we reached the top of the cable car, after a quick ride with great views of the conglomerate spires of the mountains, there was still a bit more to climb to get to the actual monastery entrance. We stopped in the TI and got info about the basilica and the boys’ choir, plus a map and description of some hikes from higher up funicular stations. Then we went to the AV presentation on the history of the monastery. By the time we finished it was almost 1100 and Mass had begun in the quite full basilica. We couldn’t understand anything, but we recognized the Epistle reading, the responsorial psalm (with the boys’ choir), and the Gospel reading. We left as the homily began. Since we had seen much of the interesting stuff in the monastery (as far as we knew, anyway) we decided to use our unlimited-ride tickets for the funicular to Sant Joan. First, we stopped in the cafeteria and grabbed a greasy “bacon” (Iberian dried beef) sandwich) and wrapped it in a handful of napkins. The funicular took us up 600 meters (?) and deposited us at the junction of several trails. We took the one to the right just because it was one that gave us the names of some of the spires, after just a few minutes walk: Mummy, Little Mummy, Pregnant Woman, Phrygian Cap, and others. We ate lunch there at one of our famous “scenic lunch spots”. We continued along the rough trail that went up and down but never steeply, sometimes in the holm oak and sometimes exposed to the sun as it traversed one face or another of the spires. We saw a dozen or more climbers on various spires as we hiked, but only a few hikers. We stopped here and there for views, once on a rise to the left of the trail where we got a view of the side away from the monastery. It took us about an hour to reach the crossing of Santa Maria creek, which the description said should be about 35 minutes. That’s where we turned back. It took us less time to return to the funicular and we took a few minutes there to walk through the nature and history exhibit. Then we got right on the funicular, stopped to check out the (expensive) ice cream stand, and then took the cable car back to the base. We had a twenty-minute wait for the train and then an hour or so back to the city. Once at Espanya we took the L3 to Liceu which is about halfway up La Rambla. From there we plunged into the Barri Gotic in search of either ice cream or dinner (or both). We found our way to the place we had dinner on Saturday but another Middle Eastern restaurant, Dionisos, tempted us away with outside seating. C.J. got another Sangria wine-and-fruit drink and I got a beer to go with my lamb hamburger. C.J.’s Mykonos salad had smoked salmon and some big shrimps along with the greens, tomatoes, avocado and a pink sauce called tarama.. We used C.J.’s phone to plot our way back toward the hotel (since my phone had stopped working because I had used up all of my data and not topped up) with a stop for ice cream along the way. It felt like a long walk when added to the hike we had already done – and C.J. in Tevas. Back at the Argo, we asked the desk to call a taxi for 0330 and then we packed and moved our wings downstairs. We went to bed early planning to get up around 0230 (groan).


3 Sep, Mon (in the US, Labor Day) – The alarm went off at 0230 as planned and we finished getting packed and ready. We didn’t have to leave too much food behind after eating a last peach and packing two apples and the remains of two pieces of cheese. After lugging our gear down around 0315, we found the large taxi already waiting for us; we got an early start to the airport. Luckily the driver knew that we wanted to go to Terminal One (I had figured we should head to Two since that’s where we had gone every other time we went to El Prat). Checking in went smoothly, then there was the usual security before we found some seats near Gate A22, but not at the gate which had only a few seats. There were lots of people who looked like they had spent the night at the airport sprawled out on the floor and any other horizontal surface. Most of the shops were not open, even by the time we started standing in a long boarding line. Our seats on the KLM Boeing 737 were, unusually, near the front at Row 8 so when we landed in AMS after a two-hour flight, we were among the first off the plane. We walked quickly (It always seems to be the case at AMS that there is not much time between flights even though we got in at 0845 (?) and our next flight did not leave before 1010.) to Gate D1, which turned out to be a security check station for passengers going to the US (“Did you pack your bag yourself?”, etc.). We got a new gate assignment and waited there until the boarding which had been delayed started. This time we flew in an Airbus 330 with 2-4-2 seating and got a hot meal and some snacks and drinks during the nine-hour flight. As is often the case, C.J.’s seatback monitor did not work. We got some sleep and had some good views of Greenland. We passed too far north of Scotland to see anything there. But Greenland was clear, and we could see the partly bare mountains along the coast and the central area totally covered by its still thick ice cap. We passed over northern Canada, too, but the land looked very barren, There really wasn’t anything that caught our attention (although we passed near Bowron Lakes, we didn’t see them) until we got down into the Coast Range of BC north or west of Pemberton – lots of wilderness-y mountains with glaciers. We came in low over some of the Gulf Islands and passed right over Victoria. Then the Olympics were visible out through the windows on our side, right, of the plane. We did a circle over Sequim Bay before heading into some clouds as we got closer to Seattle. We landed about 1115 and it didn’t take long to get our bags and go through Immigration and no time in Customs. Since our phones still had the Vodaphone Spanish SIM cards, we couldn’t use them to call ParkNJet for a pickup, but the courtesy phone at Island 3 worked fine and we almost immediately caught a shuttle. Our car was waiting for us right outside the office with a window open so it would be cooler. We tried cashing in a Groupon at Gyro House in Renton but it was closed on Labor Day. We got home and found several bags and boxes of pears that Diana had picked for us. There were also a bunch of ripe cherry tomatoes on our vines, but not much of anything else. Still, there were enough veggies for a good salad for dinner. Great trip, but we’re glad to be home.