• Two to Travel
  • Ahmet Erkun
Dec 2022 – Jul 2023

RTW Redux ... 2023

Second around the world voyage on Oceania's Insignia. This time, we're taking a little more time to circumnavigate the world by choosing the 198-day itinerary over the 180-day itinerary. And we are adding an 11-day Caribbean cruise as a precursor. Read more
  • Dubai Day 2: Dubai Mall & Dancing Waters

    April 26, 2023 in the United Arab Emirates ⋅ ☁️ 91 °F

    It was 11:30a by the time we took the elevator back down 124 floors and left the Burj Khalifa.

    Time to feed our tummies. But not just anywhere. Mui had learned that his favorite baklava shop in Türkiye — Hacı İsmail Hakkızade Hafız Mustafa … in short, Hafiz Mustafa — has its only overseas branch at the Dubai Mall.

    Though Hafız Mustafa has been in business since 1864, we tasted the sweet treats they make for the first time when we were in İstanbul on Insignia last year.

    Once seated in the café section of the shop, we were handed an iPad menu with all the available offerings — sweet and savory. We decided to start out with su böreği … a cheese-filled savory pastry. I don’t much care for this börek, because it can have a really soft texture. But the one at Hafız Mustafa had the right consistency. We enjoyed it with Turkish tea, which the waiter refilled … saying that it was on him.

    Next came the künefe for me and a platter of baklava selections for Mui. Of course, I shared with Mui my fresh-from-the-oven künefe … two layers of kadayıf (shredded dough) with ooey-gooey cheese in between. The waiter brought it out with a small carafe of warm simple syrup to pour over it … and a bowl of crushed pistachios as garnish.

    It was 1:00p when we stepped outside to the central courtyard. It was hot under the sun, but we wanted to find another vantage point from which to take a selfie with the Burj Khalifa as a backdrop. We were, however, distracted from our mission by music blaring over the loudspeakers. Turns out the fountains were doing their “choreographed dance.” Only for another 30 seconds. Darn!

    The good news? Mui found out the time for the next dancing waters performance … in ½-hour. The guard even told us where to stand for the best views.

    It was brutally hot by this time. So, we killed some time in another part of the air conditioned mall — an area called Souq Al Bahar. This part of the mall had a seemingly different ambiance … a lot of clothing shops … some bespoke tailoring … all catering to a more traditional Arab clientele.

    The show was definitely worth the wait. And we even found shade. I later found some stats about the fountains — larger than two soccer fields … covering some 30 acres; the high-pressure water jets shoot up some 500 feet into the air.

    Everything is big in Dubai. Why should the fountains be any different?

    The dancing waters were a great way to wrap up our visit to the Dubai Mall.

    Oh, and yes. I found another selfie spot with the Burj Khalifa as a backdrop … see if you can spot it in the last selfie.
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  • Fujairah, Unıted Arab Emirates

    April 27, 2023 in the United Arab Emirates ⋅ ☀️ 81 °F

    This is our second time in Fujairah. The first time was in 2017. But on that occasion, we had some errands to take care of, so we didn’t explore the city or any of the sites nearby … just went to the City Center Mall using the guest shuttle to take care of business.

    Therefore, I declared this RTW visit as a new-to-us port. After all, this time we had plans to do a city and East Coast tour. HAH! As today’s saga turns out, I am once again not considering this a new-to-us port.

    It all started out OK.

    Insignia was at her berth well ahead of the scheduled 9:00a arrival. The ship was cleared without delay. Our new CD — Dottie — made the announcement for the gangway location. We went down to Martinis to join up with Pat & Tom for the tour they had arranged. Disembarking the ship, we walked through the terminal, showed our landing cards, had our bags scanned, and walked out to find the shuttle to the port gate since walking within the port is not allowed.

    That’s when things started going awry.

    I wrote a lengthy journal entry to get the frustration off my chest, so I’ll just give a brief synopsis of how everything fell apart.

    It started with the Port Authority “forgetting” to put on a gate shuttle. It would take them another hour to get that organized. A bad omen for things to come? But the issue was easily resolved in the interim by pressing one of the mall shuttles into gate service instead. So, we kept going.

    Then the tour guide failed to show up at the port gate. We called the contact number for someone named Sait. He insisted that we had to go to a hotel to meet the guide … “Delonnie agreed,” he said. What? “Delonnie is not on our tour,” we said. Besides, Pat has a message that clearly states pick up from the port gate. Finally, Sait said a vehicle would come to pick us up in 20 minutes.

    That turned into a 30-minute wait and a no-show. We called Sait back and he again said we had to go to the hotel. By this time, we’d had enough of all the run around and hung up. Their loss since payment was to be in cash after the tour.

    Mui had his swim gear with him, so we decided to part company with Pat and Tom and go to the Hilton to spend some quality time on the beach. The resort had been recommended by the shuttle dispatcher at the cruise terminal. Except that when we arrived at the resort — Palace something or another — we learned that the Hilton was permanently closed. Grrrrr!

    We decided to just make this another sea day on the ship.

    We’re usually very easy going about such mis-adventures. Sh!t happens, after all.

    Could we have gone to the Palace for a swim? Maybe. But it didn’t look like it catered to international tourists and Mui wasn’t “up to more negotiations” to use the property.

    Could we have arranged for a taxi tour with one of the pushy cabbies. Of course.

    But we were well and truly fed up. Returning to the ship felt like the best idea to us. And it was. Especially since the guard at the port gate put us in an air conditioned waiting area while he organized a port worker to drive us to the Cruise Terminal.

    A c’est la vie kind of day.

    P.S. If you think this footprint is long, you should see my journal entry 🤭😉.
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  • At Sea

    April 28, 2023, Arabian Sea ⋅ 🌙 82 °F

    Day 1 of two days at sea.

    A quiet, relaxing day. The best kind of day before we start our run of ports in India on the 30th.

    We wrapped up the day with the Captain‘a Cocktail Celebration, with friends Sonia & Boris and Younga & David. And then we were hosted for dinner by Nedyalko Tonchev, Chief Engineer and old friend, and Ivaylo “Ivo” Papazov, Chief Electro Technical Engineer and new friend. Wonderful company and wonderful dinner in Toscana.Read more

  • At Sea

    April 29, 2023, Arabian Sea ⋅ 🌩️ 82 °F

    Day 2 of two days at sea.

    Yes, you took the words right out of my mouth, so to speak … it was a quiet and relaxing day as we continue to chip away at the 999 NM between Fujairah and India.

    We opted for dinner at the Terrace Café and in addition to the delicious food, we had a lovely sunset to enjoy.

    Ohh … I almost forgot. Saw a whale pop up next to the ship today. It surfaced, blew, and disappeared just as quickly. If not for the whoosh of its blow, I would have missed it.
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  • Mumbai: Dharavi & Bandra

    April 30, 2023 in India

    Day 1 of 2 in Mumbai.

    Once Insignia was tied up at its berth at the Port of Mumbai, we geared up for the required face-to-face immigration formalities in the terminal. Frankly, I was dreading it. On RTW2017 these same formalities had taken three hours in Cochin … the first port of call in India on that voyage. How long would it take here?

    The good news? While the process was tedious, and included stamping passports, fingerprinting, and photographing our mugs, and Pat had to return from the gate to the terminal to get her landing card stamped (after the guard in the terminal told her she didn’t need a stamp), the process took only about an hour. We were just 30 minutes behind our tour schedule when we left the port with our guide, Husaina.

    For today’s tour, we were joined by Sonia & Boris and Pat & Norm. We’d all done the typical Mumbai tour and the trip out to Elephanta Caves previously, so I had booked something called “Bandra — from Village to Metro — and the Spirit of Dharavi.” I had also specifically requested Husaina, who had guided us in 2017. Once again, she was fantastic.

    Today being Sunday, Husaina suggested we start in Dharavi, a suburb of Mumbai that is considered to be one of the largest slums in the world.

    Established in 1884 — during the British colonial era — nearly 1,000,000 people live and work in an area that is less than 1 square mile in size. Husaina described it as a township … one that has been used as the setting in one scene in “Slum Dog Millionaire.” Our Dharavi guide would later explain that they don’t like the movie because a lot of artistic license was taken and the portrayal of the township is nothing like actual life here.

    The tour write-up described Dharavi as the “Third Face of Mumbai.” Not the rich and glitzy Mumbai. Not the world of beggars. Dharavi is the place of the hard-working poor … with a fierce drive for survival and self-improvement. It’s a place where small industries — mostly based on re-cycling what everyone else throws away — have created an estimated economy worth $1 Billion!!!

    We had a fascinating walk along the narrow roads of Dharavi, escorted by our “student guide,” Mustafa … born and raised in Dharavi … just as his parents and grandparents were before him. Our tour was not a commercial one. Meaning that the money we paid for it did not go to the tour operator. Rather, it went to the Dharavi community … in particular, to the student guides for their continued education.

    During our wander, we saw how self-sufficient the community is. Everything they need is available right there in Dharavi. From homes, to shops, to hospitals, to places of worship, to restaurants and cafes. Anything you can think of … it’s there.

    Everyone works … no one is lollygagging. Skilled workers can earn 12-15 dollars a day; the unskilled earn 6-8 dollars per day. Some of the people who live and work in Dharavi have become quite rich and could move out into more comfortable communities. Yet they opt to remain in Dharavi because it is their way of life.

    We saw how plastic is recycled into pellets that are then made into bottles and such; how old appliances are taken apart to fabricate and sell new ones; how fabric remnants are sewn into clothing that is then sold to name brands that put their own labels and $$$$ price tags on them; how pottery is made using a hand wheel (motorized ones are also available), dried under the sun, baked in community kilns, and finished with decorative painting. And more. And all these industries have support industries and shops … such as thread shops that support the apparel makers, just to name one.

    Yes, life in Dharavi is not up to the standards we might hold. But it is filled with industrious people making a living instead of waiting for a handout. Husaina had said at the outset that what we saw would make us rethink the definition of a slum. It has.

    This was an eye opening and fascinating tour. One that had a surprise ending when we ran into a Dharavi wedding party. They welcomed photos. Soon we were dancing along the street with them as they invited us to join in the celebration.

    (With the exception of the wedding party, no photos are allowed within Dharavi as the people value their privacy.)

    Frankly, after Dharavi, the Bandra portion of the tour paled in comparison for me. But, before getting to that part of our day, we had a delicious lunch at the Salt Water Café.

    Bandra, is known as the “Queen of the Suburbs. It’s not explored much by international tourists. In fact, we saw very few non-Indians on the streets. Its history dates back to the mid-1500s when the Portuguese gave the Jesuit priests several islands, including Bandra. Some of the churches built at the time are still in use today. Until the causeway was built, the community was a village of plantations … rice and vegetables. With the rise of Bollywood, it became the home of movie stars. Today, it is a fashionable address for the younger, hip population.

    Our meander took us to Mount Mary’s Church, and then to the Bandra Fort nearby. Then we went for a stroll around one of the few original Portuguese hamlets. Here we were introduced to the “ice apple” … an interesting nut with 3-4 fruits that look like a clear jelly … Mui said it would be refreshing if eaten cold.

    It was 5:00p by the time we negotiated the “no-traffic” — at least compared to what it would be like on a weekday — and found ourselves at the port.

    Once again pulling out the landing cards — the size of an A4 paper — we showed them to the guards at the port gate. And again to the guards at the terminal. Considering how many times those permits have been folded and unfolded today, I think we need to put them in a clear document protector or they will be in tatters by the time we leave Cochin on 4 May!
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  • Mumbai Day 2: Banganga Temple Tank Area

    May 1, 2023 in India ⋅ ⛅ 84 °F

    The same group from yesterday … and once again we joined Husaina for a tour around Mumbai. Our first destination … a Hindu neighborhood in Malabar Hill.

    This footprint is Part I of our visit … it tells the story of the Banganga Temple Tank Area and focuses on the temples and the tank.

    Banganga is a temple tank that is still in use today. A heritage structure of national and historic significance, it is part of the Walkeshwar Temple complex. Originally built in 1127, the tank was rebuilt in the 18th century. Although its heritage status prevents redevelopment, recent construction work has reinforced the concrete structure.

    Rectangular in shape, the tank is fed by a fresh-water spring. Legend would have us believe that it sprang forth at the spot where Rama — the exiled hero of the Hindu epic, Ramayana — stopped during his search for his kidnapped wife. Wikipedia explains further …

    “As the legend goes, overcome with fatigue and thirst, Rama asked his brother Lakshmana to bring him some water. Lakshmana instantly shot an arrow into the ground, and water gushed forth from the ground, creating a tributary of the Ganges, which flows over a thousand miles away – hence its name, Banganga, ie the Ganga created by a baan (arrow).”

    The area became a place of pilgrimage … which explains the 100+ temples in the immediate vicinity. Husaina took us to a couple of different ones as we wandered the narrow streets of the neighborhood. She also explained that these streets — lined with temples, homes, and dharamsalas — religious rest houses — form the parikrama … a holy route around the tank that the Hindus believe affords purification to the true believer.

    Unfortunately, as I later read, the water in the tank has become quite polluted. Not surprising, considering its many uses. Kids, for example, play on the steps leading down to it … we saw a number of them swimming; locals come to worship … some of the rituals requiring things to be thrown into the water. We didn’t see anyone doing this, but there were people on the steps preparing offerings.
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  • Mumbai Day 2: Banganga … Part II

    May 1, 2023 in India ⋅ ⛅ 84 °F

    (Part I of our visit to the Banganga Temple Tank Area is at this link. It covers the temples we visited.)

    I’m not sure if we followed the exact route of the parikrama — a holy route around the tank that the Hindus believe affords purification to the true believer. But we did get to see the colorful local life on the streets around the Banganga Tank.

    Our steps also took us by the Banganga dhobi ghat — an open-air laundromat if you will. One where all the work is done by hand … by washermen known as dhobis. This one was on a smaller scale than the Mahalaxmi dhobi ghat we visited in 2017 … the largest in the city, dating back to 1890.

    Our stroll around the Banganga Tank Area was just as fascinating as yesterday’s visit to Dharavi (https://findpenguins.com/8pccjefaitoru/footprin…). Once again, we saw a side of the city that few tourists seem to experience. At least that is my impression since we saw very few tourists during this morning’s visit.
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  • Mumbai Day 2: Lalbaug Spice Market

    May 1, 2023 in India ⋅ ⛅ 88 °F

    Meeting up with our driver at the designated point, we left the Banganga Temple Tank Area for the Lalbaug Spice Market.

    At one time Lalbaug was the center of the cotton mills industry. Today, spice shops line the street. The air is redolent with the aroma of the spices. Sack after sack of every imaginable kind of pepper — the spicier the better — are at the forefront … adding a pop of color. The eye-wateringly-strong aroma of red chilies is quite prominent. I swear one could tell how fiery-hot the peppers were just by smelling the air.

    There were other things for sale at the market as well. But no doubt about it … spices are the stars.

    Husaina explained that spice is the soul of Indian cooking. Each family has its own recipe for curry, garam masala, and more. Women come to the market where their unique blends are made to order.

    Some shops just sell the spices. Others roast and mix the spices in tavas over high heat, constantly stirring to ensure the blend comes out as ordered. Yet others grind the roasted spices, package the blend, and hand it over to the people who patiently wait their turn.

    Another fascinating experience in Mumbai.
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  • Mumbai Day 2: Hare Krishna Temple

    May 1, 2023 in India ⋅ ⛅ 86 °F

    From the market, we drove to our final sightseeing stop — the Sri Sri Radha Gopinath Temple in Chowpatty. This is a Hare Krishna temple. The website describes it as being “… dedicated to the practice of bhakti-yoga or loving service to Krishna, the Supreme Person (God).”

    The temple is modeled after those that were built by wealthy landlords and kings from Rajasthan. The sandstone exterior is beautifully carved and looks like lace from a distance. I read on the temple’s website that the artisans used pneumatic drills to carve the sandstone, which was brought from Rajasthan.

    Entering the courtyard, Husaina directed us to the chairs where we removed our shoes and made our way upstairs to the first floor. We entered the hall to find it filled with people seated on the floor, listening to a sermon … if that is the right word. Unfortunately, because of this, we were only allowed to go in one door, follow a path along the edge of the room, and exit through another door to return to the courtyard.

    We wrapped up our tour with lunch at Kala Ghoda Café. The menu was simple … the food delicious. Mui and I shared a cheese pizza with basil and a chicken sandwich with lime chutney. The wine bar was closed — a sign proclaiming today a “Dry Day” — thus we ordered mango iced teas to go with our food. We wrapped up with a mango dessert served on a ginger biscuit topped with a delicious crema … the crowning touch to our meal.

    Having been on the go all morning, we all enjoyed sitting around the table — some drinking coffee — and just chatting for a while. Eventually, though, we had to leave for the drive back to the port.

    With all aboard at 4:00p, we didn’t want to risk Mumbai’s infamous traffic delays. There was also the infamous formalities to contend with in order to re-enter the port. Thus, when organizing the tour, I had requested a fairly early return to the ship.

    By 2:00p, we were bidding Husaina farewell and making our way to the ship.

    A bit of time to rest before our 4:30p sailaway, which we enjoyed from our veranda. A quick dinner at the Terrace Café and we were ready to call it a night.
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  • Mormugao (Goa), India

    May 2, 2023, Arabian Sea ⋅ 🌙 86 °F

    Moving south overnight, today we arrived in the State of Goa.

    No face-to-face immigration formalities this morning. Nonetheless, we had to pull out our landing cards at the small terminal to get another stamp, and then show them again a few steps away at the gate as we left the port with our guide, Stanley.

    The Portuguese were the first to arrive in the area — in 1510 — and the last to leave — in 1961. Thus there is a heavy Portuguese influence on everything … from architecture, to culture, to food.

    Under Portuguese rule, a kind of local nobility evolved over time. They were mostly Hindu Brahmins who had converted to Christianity. They built big mansions with wide verandas, paneled ceilings, private chapels that were ornately decorated, and window shutters that used oyster shells instead of glass, which was very expensive.

    Our tour today took us to see some of the grand old houses of South Goa. Our destinations were the villages of Chandor and Quepem. Joining us once again were Sonia & Boris and Pat & Norm.

    Since we were a bit early for our assigned tour time at the mansion in Chandor, Stanley suggested stopping for a walk in Margoa, his hometown. He was hoping to take us into the Church of the Holy Spirit, but a funeral was in progress, so we simply wandered along a row of houses dating back to the Portuguese colonial era. The houses were a mix of run down ones and restored ones. One of the latter was a beautiful house from 1892 … painted a brilliant yellow with white trim. The owner was quite gracious and bid us happy travels and said it was OK to go up the steps to take a peek into the entry of his home.

    Continuing our drive to Chandor, we were faced with a bit of quandary to get to the house we were to visit. The road with the higher bridge was closed for construction. The A/C unit on top of our van was too tall for us to go under the secondary bridge. No worries, we were told. Asking the locals for directions, we found an alternate route. It took us longer to get there, and we missed the time for our private tour, but we made it … and were given a tour nonetheless.

    Braganza House is perhaps the grandest of all of the colonial mansions in the state. Over 450 years old, it is so big that it takes up one side of the village square. In fact, two families live in the house.

    Our tour guide for the visit was the grandson of the family who has been living in the house since it was first built … he said he was the 15th generation. We went through each room that is open to the public, and he pointed out special features and collections. He explained that the tiles in the visitor hall were Portuguese; the wood in the library Flemish; and the marble in the ballroom Italian. The chandeliers were brought from Venice and Belgium, and there was lovely colored glass from Venice in the French doors of the 28 balconies overlooking the square. A lovely house where the collections would have easily kept us there far longer than we had today.

    The next mansion was in the nearby village of Quepem. Palacio de Deao — approximately 215 years old — was built by a Portuguese nobleman who was the founder of the village and also the dean of the church. This house was constructed in a fusion of Hindu and Portuguese architectural styles.

    We walked through a gate blanketed with white bougainvillea and into a well-manicured garden that was dotted with statues. The house gleamed under the hot sun. The owner, who gave us a tour of the public rooms, purchased the house that was in ruins and restored it over a period of three years … with the stated goal of preserving the local heritage. Another lovely house.

    Lunch was at the family-operated, by-reservation only restaurant at the Palacio. We sat outside … in an area that was described as the belvedere … a covered deck, if you will, overlooking the gardens … with a glimpse of Kushavati River through the heavy foliage. There were four or five other tables, all well spaced out … one occupied by a couple of fellow shipmates also on a private tour … one occupied by a very famous Goan singer. Of course, we would have been none the wiser to the latter had our guide not gotten really excited about seeing him and told us who he was.

    The food was very tasty … some of it a bit spicy hot … but there was plenty to pick and choose from. Our host suggested the mangosteen tea they prepare themselves … with or without alcohol. Mui and I chose the latter. It was delicious and refreshing.

    First up a selection of starters … crab served on the shell; aubergine crostinis; and miniature shrimp empanadas. Then came the soup course … tomato. Finally, a selection of main courses to share … red rice from the owner’s garden; jackfruit vegetable; a pumpkin tart … more like a quiche; some kind of green vegetable that we were told helps with digestion; salad with avocado and pomegranate seeds; and two curries … chicken and shrimp. We completed the meal with a delicious flourless chocolate cake with chopped cashews. It was served with cream and strawberry jam toppings … if you chose to add them. We did. The cake was one of the two options for dessert — the other being crème caramel. We did get one crème caramel for the table … to taste, but we all agreed that the cake was the winner!

    After lunch, we piled back into the van to start the drive back to the port. Along the way, we stopped at a bazaar to pick up mangos and cashews … and a special order of the “hottest peppers” we could find. None of us were willing to check to see how hot they were, but they have been delivered to the Chief Engineer and the Captain, so we’ll ask for a report!

    Once back at the port, we had to go through the red tape formalities again. First, we were asked to get out of the vehicle before we got to the small terminal and go through security. Of course, in addition to being frisked, we had to show our landing cards. Then, we got back in the vehicle for the short drive to the terminal. Yes, again we showed our landing cards.

    We wrapped up our day in Goa with a beautiful, colorful sunset that accompanied Insignia as we left our berth to continue south to our next port of call in India.
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  • Mangalore, India

    May 3, 2023 in India ⋅ ☁️ 84 °F

    New-to-us port #39.

    Technically, we stopped in Mangalore on RTW2017. But we had some urgent business to take care of, so we took the shuttle to town, got an all-day wi-fi pass at the Ocean Pearl Hotel, and spent the day there. No sightseeing. No exploring. Therefore, I am unilaterally declaring this port of call new-to-us.

    Our tour today actually took us out of Mangalore to Karkala and Moodabidri. But before we could go anywhere … yes, you guessed it. Another stamp on our landing cards, which we then had to show at two different checkpoints before our guide could whisk us away.

    Karkala, which means black rock in the Tulu language — in reference to the black granite that is found in the area — is about a 1.5-hour drive from Mangalore … and also the farthest point on our tour, for which we were joined once again by Sonia & Boris and Pat & Norm.

    The town dates back to the 10th century and was, at one point, ruled by the Jain. (An interesting culture/religion that is very complex … if interested, you can Google it.). Our purpose for going to Karkala was to see the 42-foot tall Gommateshwhara statue of the Jain idol, Bahubali.

    Installed in 1432 as the second tallest Bahubali statue in India, it was carved out of a single piece of granite. To say that the statue was quite impressive would be an understatement. Behind it are sculptures of Tirthankaras … what the Jain consider “supreme preachers” … the oldest of which is a couple million years old!

    Next, we turned back the way we came and went to the town of Moodabidri … the name of which is also from the Tulu language and means east bamboo … in reference to all the bamboo that is grown in the region.

    Our first stop was at Soans Farms … a 100-acre property that grows everything from pineapple and vanilla, to pepper and cocoa, to exotic fruits such as mangostein, rambutan, durian … and of course mango. In fact, after our tour of the farm, we picked up some mangos to add to our in-cabin-consumption stash.

    From the farm, we continued a short distance to the Jain temple of Saavira Kambada Basadi … aka Temple of Thousand Pillars. Constructed in the 15th century, this temple is said to be the most prominent of the 18 Jain temples in Moodabidri. What makes it quite unique is that no two pillars are identical, each with different stone carvings. In the inner sanctum, behind a locked wooden gate, is an idol of the 8th Jain Thirthankara.

    A quick stop at the local market in Moodabidri wrapped up our tour. Shortly after 2:00p, we were at the port gate showing our landing cards. Then, a scan of the cards inside the terminal and we were cleared to re-embark Insignia.

    Tomorrow … another day … another port in India.
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  • Welcome to Kochi, India

    May 4, 2023, Laccadive Sea ⋅ ☁️ 82 °F

    Known until 1996 as Cochin … and still referred to sometimes as Fort Cochin, though there is no fort here anymore.

    When we visited Kochi on RTW20717, we took a tour to the Kerala Backwaters. Didn’t see Kochi at all … except for distance glimpses through the windows of the bus. We aim to change that this time … together with friends Pat & Norm.

    It’s mostly a walking tour, so we’ll see how we fare on this hot and humid day. The high is forecasted to reach 91F … and that’s without the heat index.

    We’re off to start our tour … but I have just enough time to post these photos of Kochi’s iconic Chinese fishing nets … from our sail-in to the cruise terminal on Willingdon Island.
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  • Kochi: St Francis Church

    May 4, 2023 in India ⋅ ☁️ 86 °F

    After completing the usual “leaving the port red tape formalities,” we departed the terminal to find our guide Gopah waiting for us … with an air conditioned van that we knew would be a cool haven for us in between our scheduled stops.

    Our first stop was the St Francis Church … billed as the first European church in India. It is presumed that it was built by the Franciscan friars who accompanied the Portuguese expedition in 1500. When the Dutch came here in 1663, they converted it into a Protestant church. It remained as such until they, in turn, surrendered it to the British in 1804 and the church began serving the Anglican community. Today it is part of the Church of South India.

    One of the church’s claims to fame is that Vasco de Gama was buried here. Until, that is, his body was moved to Portugal. Because he died in Kochi, however, his grave here is still preserved. A bright blue sign with an arrow made it easy to find the grave inside the church.

    I found the whitewashed façade reminiscent of the old mission churches we’ve seen in the American southwest. The interior was simple … no heavy gold ornamentation here. The white panels hanging from the ceiling, Gopah told us, were an ingenious fan system to circulate the air over the congregation. Though operated by electricity now, back in the day people stood outside the church, pulling on ropes to move the fans by hand.

    After our visit to the church, we wandered around the affluent neighborhood for a bit. The residences and grounds were well maintained; lots of colorful trees, including some cannonball trees with the flowers in bloom.
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  • Kochi: On the Way to Mattancherry

    May 4, 2023 in India ⋅ ☁️ 88 °F

    After St Francis Church, we headed towards Mattancherry … with a few stops in between …starting with Fort Kochi Beach for a closer look at the Chinese fishing nets.

    Operated by hand, counterweights are used to raise and lower the nets into the water. These nets have become quite the tourist attraction. In fact, some of the fishermen get mad if they aren’t paid for photos. We watched from a distance, and then continued our stroll to check out the stalls where vendors were selling fresh catch.

    Continuing into the city, we walked along some of the main and side streets, checking out the architecture. I enjoyed the colorful murals as well. Eventually, we arrived at the Santa Cruz Cathedral Basilica — aka Kotta Palli.

    Originally built by the Portuguese in 1505, the church was elevated to a cathedral in 1558. The Dutch spared the building from destruction when they arrived in the 1600s. The British weren’t so kind, however. They demolished the building in 1795. A new church was then commissioned by the bishop of Cochin in 1887. It was this church — consecrated in 1905 and elevated to a basilica in 1984 — that we visited today.

    Compared to St Francis Church, the interior of the basilica is more elaborately decorated. There are frescoes and murals, paintings, tiled arches, and stained glass windows. A wooden ceiling, with paintings of the stations the cross, lead the eye to a painting of the Last Supper.

    Our tour next took us to the Dhobi Khana … an open-air laundry. A sign explained that the Dutch brought the ancestors of the current Vannan community — who have been working at this “laundromat” since 1720 — from places like Tamil Nadu and Malabar.

    The original dhobi was established for the purpose of washing the uniforms of the Dutch soldiers. The dhobi that stands today was constructed in 1976 … in return for the community donating 10 acres of the original 13 acres for the building of a public playground. Instead of Dutch uniforms, now the clothing and linens of the neighborhood are laundered here.

    While we have stopped by to view other dhobis, this time we were invited to step in for a closer look-see. The set up of this one was different than the others … a series of individual washing stalls and a long ironing shed. Linens already washed were fluttering in the wind in the nearby drying area … hung once again using twisted ropes in lieu of clothespins.
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  • Kochi: Mattancherry … Significant Sites

    May 4, 2023 in India ⋅ ☁️ 91 °F

    Mattancherry is a historic ward outside the city center. It is home to several culturally and historically significant buildings … two of which we visited.

    First up … the Mattancherry Palace Museum. The building in which the museum is housed dates back to 1555. It is said to be one of the oldest Portuguese era buildings in the oriental style. It was constructed and presented as a gift to the Kingdom of Kochi in apology for plundering a temple that once stood in the area. It is sometimes referred to as the Dutch Palace, because of the restoration work they oversaw in 1665.

    The exhibits — consisting of items such as portraits of the Kochi Rajas, palanquins, clothing, weapons, etc — are displayed on the second floor … in what used to be the coronation hall, bed chambers, ladies chamber, royal dining hall, and more. The most important exhibit is of five murals depicting scenes from the Ramayana … described by various sources as artistic marvels. I would agree. Sadly, photos were not allowed … but I did find one on Wikimedia that I added to my collection of photos from today.

    For anyone interested, this link has more of the palace murals: https://www.gettyimages.com/photos/mattancherry….

    Gopah next took us for a stroll along Jew Street … in Jew Town. This area of Kochi was settled by some of the ancestors of Sephardic Jews who were expelled from Iberia in 1492 and eventually made their way to Kochi in the 16th century. They became known as the Paradesi Jews … which translates as “foreign jews.” After Israel was established as a nation, most of the Jewish population emigrated there. Pat mentioned that when they visited this neighborhood in 2019 only six Jewish people remained here. Today we found out that there only two left.

    The second significant building we visited was in Jew Town … the Paradesi Synagogue, which dates back to 1568. Adjacent to Mattancherry Museum, it sits on land given to the community by the Raja of Kochi to replace the earlier synagogue that was destroyed by the Portuguese. Considered a historic attraction, admission is by fee … as it was at the Palace Museum. But here, in return for our admission, we were given our choice of a postcard.

    After our visit to the synagogue, Gopah gave us a choice. But that’s for the next footprint.
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  • Kochi: Food, Ellies, Trucks

    May 4, 2023 in India ⋅ ☁️ 90 °F

    Having done quite a bit of walking in the humid heat, we were all ready for a break when we left the Paradesi Synagogue. It was past noon, so lunch was on our minds as well. Gopah gave us a choice — outside restaurant by the river or indoor restaurant with A/C overlooking the river … but with no direct views of the water. There was no hesitation on anyone’s part … cool air conditioning made the decision for us.

    Piling into the van, we soon found ourselves at the Armoury at the Brunton Boatyard Hotel. Walking down a hall lined with elephants — an exhibit celebrating Kerala’s state animal and India’ s national heritage animal … and bringing attention to the plight of these majestic animals, which are running out of space due to extensive habitat fragmentation — we made our way to the restaurant.

    The Armoury gets its name from the antique weapons decorating the walls. Delicious food, cold drinks, and A/C … what more could we ask for. Oh, and at that hour, we were the only ones in the restaurant … peace and quiet after the hubbub of Old Town Kochi. Perfect.

    It was after 2:00p when we finally gave up the A/C in the restaurant for the A/C in the van. Our tour was now complete. Time to head back to Insignia. On the way, Gopah had the driver pull into a dirt lot so that he could show us some of the colorful trucks that are an iconic sight on Indian roads

    By 3:00p, we were back at the port. Time to get “stamped out” of India as instructed in the letter delivered to the cabin last night. Not sure what this means for the formalities when we arrive in Port Blair on India’s Andaman Islands next week. Hopefully, no red tape entry formalities 🤞🏻. I guess we’ll find out when we get there.

    After running the gauntlet of red tape to enter the port, and bidding Gopah and our driver goodbye, we entered the cruise terminal. Luckily, there were no long lines … some of the ship’s tours had returned long ago … others had yet to return. Good timing.

    Passports, electronic landing cards, and our ship’s cards in hand, we went up to one of the officials. He stamped our passports, kept our ELCs, and bid us to go to the gangway. We would no longer be able to go back into the city. Not that we planned to do so. Cool showers and R&R in the cabin were foremost on our minds … until it was time to sit out on the veranda to watch our sailaway from mainland India.
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  • Colombo, Sri Lanka

    May 5, 2023 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ☁️ 82 °F

    New-to-us port #40 … with an overnight.

    After a morning at sea, we arrived in Colombo, Sri Lanka.

    I don’t know that we will see much of Colombo as we are on an overnight trip that Sonia & Boris arranged.

    That story will unfold later today. In the meantime, here are some images from our arrival in port.
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  • Sri Lanka: Ellies

    May 5, 2023 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ☁️ 81 °F

    We were off the ship as soon as the Colombo Port Authorities cleared Insignia. By 2:30p, a promotional photo of our group taken, we were on our way out of the city.

    Under normal circumstances, the drive to Kandy — the last capital of the Sinhalese monarchy from 1469 to 1818 — is about three hours … at most four. Today wasn’t a normal day, however. It was “Vesak Day” … the day of the first full moon in May … considered the most sacred day to millions of Buddhists around the world. Why? Tradition has it that it was on this day “… in the year 623 B.C., that the Buddha was born. … also on this day, the Buddha attained enlightenment, and it was on the Day of Vesak that the Buddha in his eightieth year passed away.”

    What did that mean for us? There would be special celebrations at the temple we were off to visit in Kandy. That was the good news. There would also be far more traffic to contend with to get there. That was the bad news.

    Though traffic flowed well at first, the closer we got to Kandy, the worse it became … to the point where we were at a standstill quite a bit. In the end, the drive — accomplished with a light sprinkling of rain most of the way to Kandy — took close to six hours.

    We passed through village after village on our way to Kandy. Our guide explained that they all specialize in different products … pineapple, cashews, cane furniture, pottery, carpentry, etc. In each village, we saw long — and I mean really long — queues at the food stalls that lined the road. Turns out that on special festival days such as today, vendors set up stalls to give out free cakes, sweets, rice, ice cream, drinks, and more.

    Our tour included a visit with elephants … at the Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage … established by the Sri Lankan Department of Wildlife Conservation for feeding and providing care and sanctuary to orphaned baby elephants found in the wild.

    Unfortunately, by the time we arrived at the turn-off for the sanctuary, we were way behind schedule. We were told that we would never make it to Pinnawala before it closed at 5:00p. Instead, our guide suggested that we go to a closer facility … The Millennium Elephant Foundation [MEF].

    The website describes MEF, which was founded in 1979, as an “… organization and charity set up to rescue and care for captive Asian elephants in Sri Lanka. It is situated on a 15-acre estate by the name of Samaragiri …”.

    Since its inception, the organization has cared for over 80 elephants. Today, they have 9 animals — ranging in age from 15 to 53 years old. These elephants are cared for by 13 mahouts. They each have a “bed” where they feed and sleep at night. Throughout the day, they are bathed in the river … which is not only play time, but necessary to keep their skins moist. In the afternoon, they partake in enrichment activities and socialize with other elephants in the “free roaming” area.

    Our timing got us into MEF, but there wasn’t enough time to do the Elephant Walk, which would have given us a chance to feed the elephants assigned to us and also bathe them in the river. Instead, we paid the basic admission, quickly walked through the museum, and went to the visitor-ellie interaction area.

    Here we found an elephant and her mahout waiting for us — Pooja, I believe … identified by her crinkly tail … the first elephant born in captivity in Sri Lanka (now 37 years old). Then we followed the pair down to the river. From an overlook, we watched Pooja go down the steps to enter the river for her bath. She certainly seemed to be enjoying her time in the water.

    Next, we went into the forest to meet Tusker … so named for … well, you guessed it … his long tusks. He was at his bed, chomping on the fresh vegetation left for him to feed on. Slowly, the other elephants showed up, each going to his own bed.

    A fun encounter with one of our favorite animals … but way too short.
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  • Sri Lanka: Kandy … Tooth Relic Temple

    May 5, 2023 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ☁️ 77 °F

    Leaving the Millennium Elephant Foundation around 5:30p, we continued on to Kandy.

    The traffic was stop and go most of the way. The single lane roads were now carrying at least two rows of cars … sometimes three … drivers vying for any opening they could find to make headway.

    We rolled into Kandy after dark. It was already 7:45p. The Temple of the Tooth Relic — aka Sri Dalada Maligawa — was due to close at 8:00p.

    Instead of taking us to the hotel, our guide found a parking spot — a miracle, really — near the temple and rushed us over there to see what we could see. The streets were packed with people of all ages … locals, visitors like us, Buddhist monastics, pilgrims. Restaurants and food stalls were doing brisk business; musicians, vocalists, and choirs were providing entertainment. Cacophony in ever direction.

    This temple — a UNESCO WHS — is on the grounds of the Royal Palace Complex of what used to be the Kingdom of Kandy. Tradition has it that after Gautama Buddha reached mahaparinirvana — freedom after death — in India in 543 BC, the left canine tooth was smuggled from the funeral pyre to Sri Lanka. As the relic symbolizes the right to rule, reigning monarchs who held the tooth built temples to house it. Eventually, in the late 16th century, the relic came to Kandy.

    The original temple (circa 1600) was destroyed by the Portuguese when they invaded Sri Lanka. The second temple (mid-17th century) was burned down by the Dutch. The third one fell into ruin and was destroyed. The temple we visited today dates back to the 18th century. The structure is in the architectural style unique to Kandy. It came under attack twice — most recently by the Tamil Tigers in 1998. However, it was fully restored each time.

    We entered the complex through a white arch … beyond which was a bell-shaped stupa and a statue of the Buddha in a glass box. Every building was decorated with lights, flags, lanterns, and garlands … a festive atmosphere prevailed. The Paththirippuwa (Octagonal Pavilion; built in 1803) was especially festive with twinkling white lights adorning the façade. The water in the moat doubled our pleasure with reflections. Everywhere we looked, there were long lines of people … an even longer one at the main entrance to the temple.

    Considering it was past the closing time of 8:00p, we had no expectation of being able to go inside the temple. We were wrong. Our guide managed to talk the guards at a side entrance to let us in, thus avoiding the queue at the main entrance. Turns out that the closing time had been extended a tiny bit. We would be allowed to enter the queue to see the tooth relic. But we had to hurry. So, hurry we did. What a shame that we had to hotfoot it … there was so much detail to study.

    Our timing, unfortunately, was not good enough to see the relic. We were allowed to enter the line. In fact, the line was closed down behind us. But we missed — by mere seconds — being able to look through the window to see the stupa-shaped casket in which the tooth lies. The panel covering the opening was slid shut just before we got to it.

    Later, I read that the tooth lies on a gold lotus flower within a series of gold and jeweled caskets. The relic itself is rarely on public display, so we would have seen only the outer-most casket … of which I found a poster photo at the temple. At least we know what we missed.

    We took our time leaving the temple, stopping to take photos as we made our way. Our guide insisted on having us pose in front of the entrance to the inner sanctum … our hands folded in the namaste greeting. He gave specific instructions on how and where to stand, so I’m pretty sure this is a photo op he has perfected for all of his clients.

    Leaving the temple, we made our way over to Kandy Lake … visible through a fence. In the pitch dark, all we could see were the colorful lights on what looked like a platform in the middle of the lake. Then, back to the street where our van was parked.

    It was after 9:00p when we arrived at the Radisson. We were checked in and our way to the room by 9:05p. Starved, but too tired to think of eating anything but our protein bars, we relaxed in the room, stepping out on the balcony to enjoy the night time views of the hill across the way from us.

    A rushed visit, but at least we made it to Kandy.
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  • Sri Lanka: Kandy … Quick Look-See

    May 6, 2023 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ☁️ 75 °F

    We were up just before 6:00a … for an early departure from Kandy. Not because we wanted to do so, mind you. But the reason is a moot point now, so no sense in dwelling on it. Except to say that we will be more choosy about who joins us on tours in the future.

    The view from our balcony was misty. Likely because the sun was steaming up the humidity in the air. The temp was already inching towards 86F. Little did we know then that the mid-day temperature in Colombo would be a feels-like 99F … ugh!

    What the darkness had hidden from our eyes last night was now visible … a hill clad in lush green vegetation … buildings nestled amidst them. Looking to the left we got a real surprise … a glimpse of Kandy Lake and the palace complex … including the golden canopy; the Temple of the Tooth Relic; the Queen’s Bathing Pavilion, and more.

    We didn’t have much time to dally and enjoy the scenery, however. Moving up our departure from the hotel to 8:00a meant breakfast at 7:00a. Dutifully, we got ready for the day ahead, went down to the lobby to grab a bite to eat, and checked out of the Radisson.

    When we met up with our guide, he suggested a quick look-see around Kandy … reiterating once again that we had plenty of time to get back to Colombo. With traffic flowing to Kandy, there would be little traffic to contend with on the way back to the port. So, off we went to see what we could see.

    Our first stop was on the shoreline of Lake Kandy. Across the lake was the scene we had glimpsed from our balcony at the Radisson … the palace complex. What we thought was a platform when we saw it all lit up against the dark sky last night turned out to be Diatilaka Mandapa Island. At one time, it was home to a mandapa … a pillared hall or pavilion for public rituals. Built in the 14th century, today it only has trees and grass and part of the building standing. Would have been interesting to see it … but alas!

    Next, we drove up to Arthur’s Seat … more commonly known as the Kandy Viewpoint. At the overlook, expansive views of the city, Lake Kandy, and the palace complex greeted our eyes. As well, on another hill, we spotted the stupa and Buddha statue of Bahirawakanda Vihara … a Buddhist monastery. At a height of over 82 feet, the statue of the seated Buddha is apparently the tallest in Sri Lanka.

    The monastery is named for the hill it sits on. In doing more research, I came across the following snippet on the “Love Sri Lanka” website that I thought was interesting …

    “Bahirawakanda means “Gnome Mountain”, and this name hark[en]s back to the legend surrounding the temple hill. The villagers who lived in the surrounding areas once believed that the hill was the home of an evil gnome that devoured unsuspecting humans. In an effort to appease it, the villagers would sacrifice a virgin girl (or several virgins, depending on the version of the story) to the hill.

    The good news? Over time, fear of the hill and the superstition have faded … no more virgin sacrifices.
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  • Sri Lanka: On the Way to Colombo

    May 6, 2023 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ☁️ 82 °F

    By 8:30a, we were back on the road to Colombo.

    Traffic was non-existent … just as our guide had predicted. So, when he suggested a stop at the Pilimathalawa Tea Factory, we once again agreed. After all, you can’t come to the home of Ceylon tea and not have a taste.

    A lovely young lady first explained about the differences between black, green, white, and gold tea. Then she took us around the factory, explaining how they process, package, and ship their teas around the world. Finally, we went up to the tasting room. Here she showed us the color of the different teas when brewed, and then invited us to take a seat at one of the tables to do a tasting.

    This stop made a dent in our wallet. After the tasting, we went up to the counter to pick up a couple of bags of the rare blend of tea made with the golden tips of the tea leaves … available only in Sri Lanka. You can bet that we will be drinking this tea sparingly … and will savor each sip when we do drink it.

    Leaving the tea factory, we made a few stops for photo ops as we continued on to Colombo.

    Kadugannawa is the pass between the Kegalle Valley and the Kandy Valley. Traditionally, this pass was the main access to Kandy for invaders approaching from Colombo. Though the Sinhalese managed to stop most, they were unsuccessful with the British … the first foreign power to occupy Kandy permanently.

    In order to secure access, the Brits constructed a road from Colombo to Kandy. Instead of blasting it to go around the mountain at the pass, they tunneled through the rock. This rock — known as the Kurunegala Tunnel — is off the present day road, but it is what our guide wanted to show us. A small detour was, therefore, in order. He explained that the tunnel is a symbol, created to fulfill an old Sinhalese prophecy that there is no way for foreigners to rule Kandy, unless they pierce the mountains. Thus, the British went out of their way to include a tunnel on the road.

    (While this may well be the story people tell, it is disputed by those who say it was constructed in 1823.)

    The next stop was at the Table Mountain Overlook. Though distant, the mountain was clearly visible and it was easy to see why it was so named. But what was of greater interest to us here were the monkeys. Specifically, the toque macaques … which are one of the three species of monkeys found in Sri Lanka … and one of the two that is endemic to the country.

    There were a number of macaques sitting on the fence. However, all but the one male quickly scampered away. We stepped out of the van just long enough for a selfie. Then back inside the safety of the van as the male seemed a bit stressed out by some of the people who were getting just a bit too close for comfort.

    After this stop, we continued on to Colombo without stopping. By noon, we were back in the city.
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  • Sri Lanka: Touring Colombo

    May 6, 2023 in Sri Lanka ⋅ ☁️ 88 °F

    Insignia wasn’t due to sail from Colombo until 6:00p. With plenty of time on our hands, once we arrived back in the city, we asked our guide if he could give us a quick tour of the highlight.

    Our first stop was Independence Square … home to the Independence Memorial Hall … a national monument built to commemorate Sri Lanka’s independence from British rule in 1948. It sits at the spot where the formal ceremony marking the start of self-rule was held.

    At the head of the hall — an open-air structure with beautifully carved columns holding up the roof — is a statue of Don Stephen Senanayake, the “Father of the Nation.” Until the parliament was moved to the new complex, the Memorial Hall also served as the ceremonial assembly hall for the Senate and the House of Representatives of Ceylon … as the country was then known.

    Next, we walked across the street to the Old Colombo Dutch Hospital. Dating back to the 1680s, it is considered to be the oldest surviving building from Sri Lanka’s Dutch colonial period. It was built to not only provide medical care to the officers and staff of the Dutch East India Company, but also to serve Dutch seafarers. After serving other functions following independence, in 2011, it was converted into a shopping and dining district. The buildings were closed today — due to Vesak Day — but that didn’t stop us from wandering the grounds before moving onto a Buddhist temple.

    Gangaramaya Temple is one of the most important Buddhist temples in Colombo. Dating back to the late 19th century, it sits on the site of what was a small shrine near the shores of Lake Beira. It is constructed in an eclectic mix of Sri Lankan, Thai, Indian, Chinese, and modern architecture, and consists of several different buildings, including a sanctuary, a relic chamber, residential and alms halls, and more.

    I was fascinated by the roofline of what turned out to be the museum … a series of Buddha statues situated on the stepped-pyramidal structure. Unfortunately, they were difficult to photograph because of the backlighting.

    Wandering around the courtyard, we skipped the long line of devotees waiting to go into the chamber where the Buddha’s hair relic is on display. Instead, we went into the museum, filled with a treasure trove of artifacts ranging from statues of the Buddha and Hindu gods, to Dutch coins, jeweled trinkets, and other antiques.

    As we were departing the temple, we noticed a line of people walking around a sacred Bodhi tree. This is a type of fig tree. Tradition has it that it was such a tree that gave the Buddha shade during his search for enlightenment. The original tree was in India, but a sapling was brought here during the time of Emperor Ashoka the Great. That sapling is believed to be the source of all other saplings that have been planted around the country, including the one that has resulted in the tree at Gangaramaya Temple. I decided to participate in the ceremonial walk around the tree … watering it with the cup of water I was handed when I joined the queue.

    The clock tower — once the Colombo Fort Lighthouse, which dates back to 1857 — and the Galbokka Lighthouse were the last two stops we made on our way to the port. The lighthouse was built in 1952 after the Colombo Fort Lighthouse was deactivated because its light was being blocked by nearby buildings. The new structure sits on a concrete base that adds to its height and ensures that it will serve as a lighthouse without fear of being obscured.

    We were back at our pick-up point at the port shortly after 3:00p. This time we managed to hop on the port shuttle bus to return to Insignia. A cold shower to revive us … a late lunch at the Waves Grill … and R&R until the ship set sail wrapped up our visit to Sri Lanka.

    We now have two days at sea to recuperate after our recent spate of port calls in heat and humidity. Next up … back to India … but not to the mainland.
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