Friday, August 25, 2023

The Long Bus Ride in the Andes

 If I told you I'd be riding a bus for over 8 hours in the USA you might picture whizzing down the interstate seeing the same fast food places at every stop.  You'd also expect that if you were leaving from Seattle and going south you would make it to northern California 8 hours later,  some 400 miles away.   So why does a trip from Cuenca to Baños, a distance of about 206 miles, take 8 hours and 45 minutes?  

Well, first there are the roads.  If you have ever driven down US 1 on the California coast you have an idea of the roads for the majority of our trip.  Because we're going along the ridges of the Andes, the 2 lane road curves around and up and down each hillside, hour after hour.  

Roads wind around everywhere 

Then, sometimes the road is closed and you have to go on the makeshift road that the locals built. 

The "new" road, very steep 

The closed road

Green truck laboring up steep road


And they collect a toll, which means a huge slow down of traffic in both directions.  Our bus driver jumped the line about half way up, nose diving into a space that couldn't fit the bus, thus blocking the oncoming traffic until we could creep forward.   No one seemed upset by this.

Then there are the numerous unscheduled stops. Our bus advertised that it stopped in 3 places between destinations.   Nope.  Anyone standing along side the road could, and did, get on.  People could also be let off where ever.

Coming aboard at an unscheduled stop

Also one can encounter the unexpected on the highway. 

The drivers are fearless when they pass

Good thing he went slow

This can make passing really interesting and sitting in the first row of the bus is not for the faint of heart.  I got to saw several near misses.

Though the trip was long, it was entertaining.  The scenery is outstanding. 


Everything is farmed



Our road











And the scenes of every day life along the road are fascinating. 

Typical roadside store

Vendor in front of the barbershop 

Hardware store

Roadside pig ready for slicing

People watching is great from the bus.


Rubber duck man


Yes. It was a long day and my body hurt all over from trying to stay in my seat.   Would I do it again?  Yes, but not anytime soon.








Wednesday, October 17, 2018

No Michelin Star

Chuck, Nancy, Jim and I had been in Verona Italy for 2 weeks, settled into our apartment, the newness worn off, when it was suddenly our last day.

We realized we still hadn't gone to the restaurant where Rick Steves had amazing duck ravioli (seen in his show on Verona, Padua and Ravenna).  When I looked up the location I found it was a mere few blocks from us, near the (Roman) Arena. We set out at about 1:15 and saw the outdoor tables of Enoteca Cangrande at the curve in the tiny Via Dietro Listone.  There was an accordian playing and most of the tables were reserved - the first we had seen in Verona.  No worries; we were shown to a table inside, being greeted by everyone on the way in.  We were seated at the only table for 4, in a tiny dining room.

Our table setting was elegant and soon, after delivering our menus, the waiter came with a lovely plate of 3 types of bread and explained that the olive oil was a special blend 4 different olives, as he poured it onto our bread plates with a flourish.  It was outstanding.


When it came time to think about wine we asked for help, as the wine list was overwhelming.  Verona is the Sonoma/Napa wine region of Italy and all the wine is excellent.  The waiter said, "I get my boss."  The boss came and asked what we would be eating and then recommended this wine.

Later he told us this wine is from a little vineyard just outside Valpolicella, so it can't have that designation.  It was so good.  Soon after we had "a gift from the kitchen" which was parmesan cheese aged 30 months, served with balsamic vinegar and honey.  Stunningly good.

Notice how the wine cork was presented.


Meantime, we noticed there was no duck ravioli on the menu.  When we asked about it we were told it is a winter time dish.  Never mind, we found amazing things to eat.  Chuck ordered stuffed zucchini blossoms. They were every bit as delicious as they look.


Nancy ordered a pesto pasta that she really liked, Jim ordered polpo, or octopus with potatoes.


I was torn between porcini mushroom pasta and pumpkin and almond ravioli and asked for advice.  I was told the pumpkin and almond ravioli was from a 15th century recipe and was a little sweet.  That's what I chose.  Oh my.

Those dark orange curls on top were lemon peel.  I don't know how they were prepared.  They were a little leathery, not bitter, and a perfect foil for the slightly sweet pasta which was absolutely delicious.  One of the best things I have ever eaten.

By this time "the boss" had been back several times to check on us and had informed us that we were sitting at the same table Rick Steves had sat at.  It must be because we asked about the duck ravioli.  

Of course we had to order dessert.  Jim and I split a plate with cassata and cannolo.

Cassata and cannoli are sweets from Sicily.  Cassata is typically a sponge cake with liqueur and layered with ricotta cheese with a top shell of marzipan and some fruit.  The ricotta filling is the same as used in the cannoli.  There were dots of passion fruit on the plate.  Chuck and Nancy split an equally amazing passion fruit panna cotta and of course the espresso was wonderful.

By the time we rolled out of this amazing restaurant it was after 3:30 and the restaurant was closed for the afternoon.

"The boss" agreed to pose with Jim.


I can't understand why this incredible rsstaurant does not have Michelin star.  Perhaps it is too small?  Perhaps it just hasn't been found yet?  In any case, it deserves one on all counts - impeccable service and outstanding food.  Thank you, Rick Steves!  This made our final day in Verona truly memorable.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

QUIRKY BRISTOL

We flew from Paris directly to Bristol, England where we had planned a week of family history (Jim's)  research at the Bristol Archive Records.  These archives are on an island in the River Avon.  I was thrilled to see Gromit on the ferry I took.


I later learned that Aardman Animations, producers of Wallace and Gromit, are located right across the river from where we are staying.

Bristol is a city which is rediscovering itself.  A former major shipping port, the rough and tumble waterfront is being redeveloped into all sorts of mixed use.

Narrow canal boats



















Derelict factory building being reimagined
New Millenium Center and Energy Tree
All around the newly developed area are edible gardens and fun statues.


Cary Grant, a famous Bristolian
The older part of town also has some great statues.  This guy is known as the Father of Indian Renaisssance.

Rajah Rommohun Roy and The Bristol Cathedral

Unicorn on City Hall
When I mentioned to a cabbie that I wanted to go to a classic English pub with a fun name he immediately told us about the "Bag of Nails," a pub with cats.


We finally made it there tonight and there were at least 6 cats, most of them sleeping in boxes on the bar.


In addition there was a list of rules, such as #4 "If you don't like Johnny Cash, shut up or get out," and other amusing signs.


As we have walked around Bristol we've seen other fun names of pubs and restaurants.




Bristol seems to have a young, artistic energy.  This poem randomly placed at the waterfront sums it up.


Audrey

Sunday, May 7, 2017

PARMENTIER

This post is for all my Parmenter relatives.  Today we had some hours to kill before going to the airport.  I had noticed that there was a Metro stop called "Parmentier" nearby and we had some unused tickets so off we went.


I surmise that this is a very old subway line as we kept going further and further underground.


But all the stairs were worth it when we got off at our stop.


The subway stop had a whole history of Antoine Parmentier who was quite a guy and is most known for convincing the French that the potato was a food source for people, not just animals.

Parmentier giving seed potatoes to a peasant

Parmentier had been an army pharmacist under Napoleon when he was captured and imprisioned by the Prussians.  While in captivity he was fed potatoes and realized his country was missing a nutrition source by only feeding them to animals.  When he was released he went on an educational campaign to change people's perceptions.



He even served potatoes to Benjamin Franklin.


Parmentier studied nutrition, encouraged vaccinations against smallpox and was an all around renaissance man.



Not only is the subway stop named for him









but the street as well.


Even the local fire station has his name.


I don't know if he is our ancestor but I want to believe, and with the potato connection it would make so much sense.


Audrey