This morning we went for a short bike ride to visit the various pagodas and temples. They are massive structures all built with red brick and some with steeples covered with gold leaves, many dating from the 11th century.
Went to the market this afternoon to buy a few final souvenirs and then, the group went at 5:30 to the top of a temple to see the sunset. We were not the only ones. Droves of people go there to watch the sun rise and set. It was a lovely thing to see the red sun go under.
We had a final dinner tonight with the 6 man crew. Our flight to Yangon leaves at 7:45 in the morning so I'll have to get up very early. We will fly over what we have biked, from Bagan to Mandalay. Then, Heho to Yangon. I am in the home stretch!
All land here belongs to the government. People can lease a plot of land for 30 years and even build a house. But, if the government needs the land for something, with only a week's notice, you must pack up and vacate with little compensation. Reflecting, I am thankful to have the freedoms I have!
Don't get us wrong, we could bike through tulip fields and sample creamy Dutch cheese with no complaints (obviously), but sometimes we crave something a bit different.
Picture this: Exploring the Galapagos by bike & boat and getting to see the infamous Blue-Footed Booby or learning about World World II from the perspective of the Dutch pedalling by battlefields and bunkers. Maybe you don't have to say goodbye to tulips and cheese after all! We aren't trying to reinvent the wheel. Read More
After the bustle of Rome, Umbria was a romantic movie set. Lesley and I were charmed to see children playing in Spello’s piazza fountain, their mothers sitting nearby chatting, and old men soaking up the sun. We went through an impressive stone archway and began our 2 km walk uphill to our lodgings. Jasmine framed the doorways and covered the ancient stone walls, filling the air around us with its scent. Read More
On the outskirts of Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia, rises a mountain of significant proportions. It is not like the pristine snow-packed mountains of the Himalayans, or the austere beauty of the jagged peaks of the Dolomites, or the majesty of the Rocky Mountains, this foul giant is a mountain of trash. The locals call it Koshe, which translated means ‘dirty’. It is a 36-acre landfill which has been the dumping ground of the city’s waste for 50 years. Read More
Hennie is Dutch through and through, from her love for cycling to her strong work ethic. Born in Holland, she lived there 34 years before coming to Pennsylvania. Along with daughter Gea, Hennie founded Tripsite in a spare bedroom of her home. More