Yala! Yala! Let's Go!- Morocco

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


This is me in Morocco. A group of SASsers began our three day adventure in Marrakesh at a five star hotel called the Kenzi Farah. They set us up in some very nice rooms before they threw us into the desert for two nights. Little did we know it would be our favorite experience of the whole voyage.
More spices so you all can compare to every other spice picture I've posted.
We bought (authentic) Moroccan Oil from the Berber villages, perfume bars and lip stain. Then the craziness of the Medina scared us back to our hotel (it was actually the middle fingers the orange juice salesmen were giving us that pushed us over the top).

Berber villages, here we come!
We woke up early and got on the road for an hour and a half drive to the spot where we were to begin our hike. The first thing we saw were the mules (or were they donkeys?) that were going to carry our backpacks.
Adrienne and I thought we were standing REALLY close to this donkey. We weren't.
Then we began our hike! It was Ramadan and we were strongly urged to wear sleeved shirts and pants that went past our knees (see above) in the hot 108 degree weather. It was steamy. Also, our guides were fasting the whole time we were hiking meaning they didn't drink water or eat anything from sun up to sun down, while hiking an average of 5-6 hours a day in the hot sun. They were unbelievable!

Sweaty. And hot. And we just began the 5 hour hike.

Downhill... watch where you step!

More sweat. In a dry riverbed. I wish there would've been some water...

One of the many Berber Villages on the trek.


After a few hours of hiking, we sat in the shade and ate a fabulous lunch cooked by our guides and their crew. It was incredible what they made on portable stoves and carried by donkeys. It tasted amazing and they cooked for about fifty people all the while fasting.
SOOO yummy.

I wore the sandle/tennis shoes Brian bought me and they were perfect! Breathable, yet comfortable and supportive. And I got a great sand design on my socks!

Mine are on the left. Adrienne on top. Amy on bottom. Dirty Dirty dirty.
Time to continue on. Yala! 
We arrived at our Gite (pronounced geet), which is a village type hostel. We had tea at 4 each night and dinner at 8, did yoga and slept under the stars on the roof. It was magical. Until the roosters, and donkeys, and stray dogs, and cows started talking to one another at midnight, then one a.m., then 3 a.m. then the Ramadan wake up call at 4 a.m., then the start of the fast at 5:30 a.m., I think you get the point. It was not the most restful night of sleep, but I wouldn't have changed a thing about it. It truly was an authentic experience.
Yoga on the roof before dinner to stretch our weary bodies (not really, but it felt good).
At sunset on the roof. Me, Adrienne and Shametrice.

The lucky ones slept on mattresses (and a pillow if you were really lucky!).

A local girl showing us the goat trick! We were amazed and watched her do it a couple times.


We slept under the stars. Adrienne and I shared a pill (or shall I call it a rock?) and a sheet as a blanket. No mattress this night.

Adrienne and her henna tatoo.
We woke up early (2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m., etc.) and left by about 7:30 for our next village. The second day was a bit more rigorous, hiking uphill and for four hours straight before lunch. But we did get to see more forest and take in the beauty while doing some reflection while listening to our own music.
In front of a huge ravine and beautiful hills. It's hard to see the beauty in this photo. I recommend just visiting yourself :)
The shade was a lifesaver.

Our own soundtracks. 
A quick break to refuel. Adrienne had a left over croissant. "How do you feel about your croissant, Adrienne?" This picture was her answer. :)

Chris, Amy, Adrienne, Ryan and I at our second Gite.

The view from the roof of our second Gite. These very thin mattresses are what we slept on the first night, so this night we snagged mattresses inside right away. A much better sleep.

Our fantastic guides! From front left: Adrienne, Head cook, Hussein, Me, Abdula. Back left: Ryan, Mohammed.
The whole SAS group! We were like a big family for three days :)
The Berber villages trip is said to be the best trip of all the voyages, and I can absolutely attest to that. It was one of the most amazing, unique, and authentic experiences I had on this entire voyage. We were covered in dirt and sweat the whole time, but no one complained. We ate food that was magically cooked in the desert mountains that tasted better than many restaurants we visited along our two month journey. We met guides and villagers that were kinder, funnier, and more welcoming than anywhere else. It was fantastic and I hope to go back and do another trek.

We are on our way home and are finally done with classes! I turned in my last final today and will just be wrapping things up tomorrow and hopefully finishing a book while sitting in the sun (though we're supposed to hit some rough waters soon). I can't wait to get home to everyone! I miss family and friends, I'm dying to play tennis, and can't wait to jump back into work (that's when I know I'm working at the right places and reaffirming my grad school decision!), as well as start wedding planning!

Love you all and see you soon!
-CC



Hey Lady! Hey Lady! -Istanbul, Turkey

Friday, August 5, 2011


The “Mall of America” of Bazaars!
Shopping is exhilarating. Buying things you don’t need, how can that not be fun?! This is one of my favorite things to do in the U.S. Well, I intentionally bought things I would use and gifts I thought people would appreciate (and also use). I think it was a success in Turkey, though an exhausting process. This place was huge! Vendors continually shouted comments (in multiple languages because many times we’d ignore their English) about how we should spend our money on things we didn’t want, or compliments like “Excuse me, Miss! Miss! Are those your real eyes?!” Uh, no. they are both fake, thank you. Or, “miss, you dropped something” Pause, look at ground. “My heart!”. Ugh. Silly Turkish men. In spite of their useless comments, I ended up in tea heaven and am excited try it when I get home!
Spices!

Lamps

Yummy apple tea!

Tea in the Scarf shop

Kristina in her orange scarf and sultan hat. Can you see me in the back?!

Me asking about a pretty plate (far too expensive). Also, please take note of my beautiful scarf my aunt Sharon sent me before I left! Thanks Sharon! They were both PERFECT for Turkey!!!


Need a Bath?
After searching out multiple baths to find our favorite, we decided on a touristy bath that seemed clean and very nice. It was an experience of a lifetime! I recommend it to anyone (man or woman) who visits. Just be prepared that the only way they communicate with you is yelling “Hey Lady! Hey Lady!” and slapping you around (gently) for you to turn over. Totally worth it!
Apple tea after the bath and massage... mmmhhmmm!

This was my stealth picture of the bath entrance. This is where the men were. The women were tucked away in the back.
 
Overall Turkey was beautiful. Mosques, people, fishing, food, baths. Enjoy some photos!
"Bagels"

Tower (I forgot the name of)...

This made me laugh and laugh. Turkish spelling of Ashley (Esli) and Caitlin (Ceklin). Hahahah.

Dervish Dancer at Hookah bar.

Tiana, crew members, me, Adrienne

Tiana, me, Jenni and Amy at a mosque (not sure which one this is).

Photo bombers...


Off to Morocco for our last adventure. Hiking in Berber villages!

Out.
-C


The Fun Filled Days in Bulgaria

Thursday, July 28, 2011


Jeep Safari – Bulgarian Style
First day in Bulgaria, a jeep safari you ask? Yes, please! Adrienne and I hopped into a gutted-out jeep with five others and had a bumpy ride with Galow (no idea how to spell/say his name, so this is a guess). He was young and enjoyed taking us off-OFF-roading (as I will call his crazy driving:). 
Adrienne and I



Galow, our driver

A caravan of about 20 jeeps took us out of Varna and into the hills. We stopped for some very unique (and unpleasant) tasting Bulgarian brandy, off-off-roaded it to honey tasting, air-gun-shooting and sunflower field viewing. 

HUGE sunflowers!


We did many doughnuts in the mud and drove sideways alongside hills. We saw animals on our safari as well! Cows, goats, and stray dogs. The whole time we tried figuring out, "What is going on?!" Ah, Adventure.
Sideways jeeps

AHHH!
What is goin on?

Finally we made it to the “barbeque”. The place looked like it came out of an old scary movie (see Adrienne’s face below). 
Entrance to the BBQ

Before lunch with a couple of very nice undergrads from our jeep (the one on the right goes to UW-Green Bay).

Adrienne thinking where are we?!

The food was interesting as well. First, let me tell you what we were told NOT to eat while in Bulgaria…
Avoid: Tap water, uncooked fruits and vegetables (could’ve been washed in tap water), uncooked meat…
Barbeque menu:
Salad - full tomato, half a cucumber, shredded cabbage
"Salad"
Main course – a full pepper, solid baked potato, two chicken skewers that were red inside.

Drinks: Lots of beer, wine, and brandy (apparently to make Adrienne and I worry less, the Bulgarian told us).

Then there was singing and dancing and a beautiful ride back to the ship. Good day. Good day.
Every song ended in "Jeeep Saffariiii!"



 A Natural (FREE) Spa - Bulgarian Mud Baths
The mud baths were interesting and fun. We first sat in a really smelly mud pool with salts and exfoliated. Then we went to the mud part and covered our whole body in mud (even our faces). Now, don't picture a spa or anything nice. This place looked kind of like a rice paddy farm, with sections of the mud squared off. Two-by-fours are the bridge to get to the pools of mud. Then you walk across the street to the black sand beach, let the mud harden on your body, then wash it off in the sea. It was a blast and our skin felt silky smooth.

Exfoliating with the stinky salt

Covered in mud

Orphanage Visit
People have really like Bulgaria because we've actually participated in meaningful trips like visiting Gypsy communities (actually referred to as Roma communities), hospitals, small villages and orphanages. I went with Amy on the bus visiting children ages 0-3. It melted our hearts to see the little babies. The orphanage was clean and gigantic. They could house around 240 children but only 170 were there. The government is shutting down these orphanages (0-3 yr old children) for many reasons. One difficulty the government is having is mothers bringing their children to the orphanage, while continuing to hold custody of the children. So, they come maybe every month or so, see their child, sign a paper they were there, and receive monetary assistance from the government because they are “raising” their children. The staff that work with the children are wonderful and the kids are so well behaved. They all wanted to be held and loved.






Bye Bye!

Off to Turkey and learning all about the Bologna process in the morning!

Signing off!
CC