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Discovering the City through its Villages: Greenwich Village

Although it isn’t our first time in New York City, we’re still finding it overwhelming. It’s a colossal city, with so much on offer that it’s hard to know where to start exploring and what to do.

One thing in our favour is that we have done all the sights – Central Park, Empire State Building, the museums, etc – on previous visits, which means the pressure is off so we can just kick back and not feel like we’re missing out on anything. But where to kick back is the question?

While local writer David Farley (whom we interviewed here) recommended we get out of Manhattan and experience the ‘real’ New York, i.e. boroughs such as Brooklyn and Queens, we’ve decided to stay in the East Village, as we don’t enjoy spending a lot of time on subways.

Instead, we’re going to focus. We’re going to stick around Lower Manhattan and New York City’s ‘villages’ – our home, the East Village, as well as our neighbours, the Lower East Side, Greenwich Village, and to a lesser extent, the West Village.

We decided to get a kick-start from our friends at Context and signed up for their Greenwich Village Walk with local architect Michelle Cianfaglione – ironically, an Italian-American who is originally from the Bronx but now living in Manhattan.

A hamlet within a city, Greenwich Village (like the East Village, as we’re to discover) has always defined itself by its sense of community, and it doesn’t take long for us to appreciate this, as we walk its leafy streets, by basketball games and kids playing in parks, on our way to meet Michelle. The area has a very different feel to Midtown and Uptown and the financial district further south.

Michelle begins our walking tour at a secret spring, the city’s main source of water, the Minetta Stream – bizarrely hidden beneath the lobby of an apartment building. “The whole of Soho used to be a pond!” Michelle tells us excitedly, “Many sources dried up, others were simply built over, but this one still runs.” This is a girl who gets excited by history and urban planning, and it’s infectious.

As we stroll toward Washington Square, Michelle explains that we’re walking the shape of the creek, making it easy to imagine what it must have been like. We stop in the Square, the heart of the Village – where it’s also strange, as Michelle points out, that when the City recently renovated the park, it didn’t consider taking advantage of the water source. The fountain currently sits empty and unfinished.

We take a seat in Washington Square, not far from the park’s splendid arch. Michelle tells us about the City’s Native American roots and its early colonisation by the British and Dutch, who brought African slaves to work the fields here and provide a buffer between their country retreats and the Native Americans ‘uptown’.

It wasn’t until the early 1800s that the City began to create the grid as we know it now, as a way to deal with the rapidly growing population and what was starting to become a very dense city. And it was as early as that that New York University (NYU), one of the City’s largest landholders, began to buy and level out land and cover the streams.

While the amount of land that NYU owns is controversial (as we’ll also quickly discover), Michelle acknowledges that the University saved a lot of old buildings from becoming derelict, and was responsible for a new style of architecture, Greek Revival, which tipped its hat to the classical style.

Michelle shows us Macdougal Alley, a quaint little lane lined with mews, former carriage houses; The Row, on the north side of Washington Square, which exemplifies the Greek Revival style of architecture; and Washington Mews, another charming cobblestone street lined with splendidly renovated buildings owned by NYU. At each stop she points out the architectural features and details that identify each style, and it’s not long before we can detect them ourselves.

Over the next couple of hours as we stroll the shady streets of the Village – McDougal (“named after the revolutionary”), Minetta Lane (“once the worst neighbourhood in the area”), Bedford Street (home to New York’s tiniest house dating to 1892 at #75 and the city’s oldest house dating to 1807 at #77) – Michelle covers everything from architecture and urban planning through to the Village’s social and cultural history.

Michelle points out Groove, a bar where Hendrix played, and Café Wha, where Dylan strummed. She tells us about Chumleys’ prohibition-era bar (a topics she has a personal interest in, which we’ll soon share with you) at #86 Bedford, and she takes us to the handsome former molten glass factory (look for the carved glasses on the edifice) of J Goebel & Co, dating to 1865, at #95.

We visit tiny verdant gardens, such as Minetta Triangle (perhaps New York’s smallest?) and Green Streets, and we peek into Grove Court, a lovely garden shaded by taller buildings either side, and prettily fronting what looks like a splendid English country house to us, but which Michelle reveals is a combination of Federal and Greek Revival architecture. Once home to some of the City’s poorest people, it is now highly coveted property.

We wander down Commerce Street – which quickly becomes my favourite Greenwich Village street – by #36, a former factory and brewery (there was once a silo nearby and farmland all around!), and the Cherry Lane Theatre, where Pinter and Shepherd staged plays. Michelle points out #48 an especially sweet example of Greek Revival and, opposite, two delightful symmetrical buildings with a courtyard garden in between.

We stroll down Barrow and Hudson Streets – we’re so close to what was once the edge of the river here, which of course the Dutch, masters at landfill, filled in! – and head for St Lukes in the Fields, one of the oldest churches in the City.

Not content with revealing the Church’s lovely oasis of a garden, Michelle ignores a ‘keep out’ sign to take us into a secluded spot and, hopefully, into the church. Unfortunately the Church is locked as there’s some work going on, and, as we soon discover, we’re also locked in.

“This is embarrassing,” Michelle says, “But don’t worry, I’ll climb the fence and unlock it from the other side. This is why my husband doesn’t like going on walks with me. But, hey, I’m an architect. This is what we do. We’re used to sneaking into places we shouldn’t be to find out things.”

Just as Michelle readies herself for a bit of fence climbing (luckily she’s wearing shorts), a Mexican gardener-cum-security guy appears, shaking his head but smiling, somewhat bemused. Michelle apologises sincerely and sweetly and we scurry out.

It’s not a problem. As travel writers we’re used to sneaking about places too, although we don’t make it a habit of climbing fences. Exploring the Villages of the New York City, especially its secret gardens, is a wonderful way to discover the real New York, as we’re about to find out…

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An Irreverent & Curious Guide to New York by David Farley

I can’t exactly recall how New York writer David Farley and I first made contact, but I do remember that at the time of our email exchange Terence and I were firmly ensconced in the library of my uncle and aunt’s house in Bendigo, Australia, for a few months, gazing out at their English cottage garden occasionally as we wrote a guidebook to the Italian Lakes.

Farley offered to send a review copy of his book, and although we weren’t travelling for another month, just the name of the thing – An Irreverent Curiosity: In Search of the Church’s Strangest Relic in Italy’s Oddest Town – inspired a flight of the imagination. (Isn’t it the most intriguing name for a book?) It may not have been far to travel in my mind from the genteel shores of Lake Como to the medieval village of Calcata where Farley’s book is set, but it was certainly a long haul from rural Australia.

Arriving in New York a year or so later after a 30-hour trip from Bali via Hong Kong and Vancouver, I scribbled down a few names of New Yorkers we ‘knew’, including friends of friends and email and Twitter acquaintances we’d never met, so we could start the process of connecting with locals.

When I spotted the launch of Farley’s paperback version of his book promoted in the Village Voice, I added him to the list and emailed to see if he wanted to have a drink to talk travel and share some local tips. Nobody knows a city better than a travel writer, right? Surely Farley would be the perfect guy to share some local tips to experiencing his hometown? Let’s see…

How do you like to travel?
I’m not really into luxury travel. Nor am I a so-called ‘backpacker’. So I guess that puts me somewhere in between. I don’t dress for traveling; instead I dress the same way I’m in New York, which is generally quite flexible: not out of place in a casual setting yet I could probably pass muster in an upscale restaurant.

Are you a travel writer, historian or both?
None of the above!* Well, I don’t know how I should label myself. I write about travel a lot and often those articles have a deep history element to them or, increasingly, a focus on food. So what does that make me? I’m not sure.

How can travellers make their experiences of places more enriching?
I’ve always been a big advocate of pre-trip research—mostly because I love knowing as much about the place when I encounter it for the first time. Plus, I get a bigger rush when I finally encounter a monument, tourist site, building, restaurant, or whatever that I’ve read a lot about. It enlivens my travel experience.

You lived in Calcata to research and write your book. I find I get so much more out of a place when I visit with a purpose rather than just a holiday.
I officially agree. Putting yourself on a quest forces you to get out, talk to people, go to off-the-radar parts of a town or a country that you wouldn’t have normally had an excuse to go to.

Did you see New York with fresh eyes after returning from Italy?
Calcata is made from the same stone—a tan volcanic stone called tufo—from which it sits. So whenever I return to New York from there, I’ll come up on the subway in the West Village where I live and will be amazed by all the colors here in New York. But less literally, when I return to New York from Italy, I’m always a bit shocked by how little New Yorkers interact with each other on the street. People will go far out of their way in the supermarket, for example, so they don’t have to say “excuse me” to get passed you. In Italy there’s a constant interaction with people and it makes you feel much more connected to humanity.

New York is enormous; it can seem overwhelming to first-time (or even third-time!) visitors. Advice?
Avoid chain restaurants and coffee houses. Let a local take you around, as you and Terry do. And get out to the other boroughs. You really can’t get the full Big Apple experience just in Manhattan. The real New Yorkers live in Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Staten Island.

Down to the important stuff…**

Best New York breakfast?
Egg. An awesome place in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The last time I was there I had the duck sandwich, which was also slathered in duck pate.

Favourite place for a browse?
I love the Neue Galerie on the Upper East Side. I love Egon Schiele and Gustav Klimt and their peers.

Best coffee stop?
Jack’s. It’s on my block in the West Village and has a great neighborhood feel.

Good place for lunch?
Oh, so many. I’ll go with Hecho en Dumbo, a Mexican place on Bowery and E. 4th St. They have a great two-course lunch for $10 and huge bowls of spicy pozole.

Favourite neighbourhood for a stroll?
Lower East Side. The narrow streets and fire escape-clad tenement buildings are really atmospheric. Plus, if you get thirsty the neighborhood is crammed with great drinking spots.

Best place to kick back?
I love Washington Square Park. When the weather is nice, there’s always something going on. When I walked through the other day, there was a punk rock-looking couple jamming on some accordians and a jazz band playing about 100 feet away. A little further on was a guy playing Bob Dylan songs on an acoustic guitar.

Good dinner spot?
I recently went to Perbacco and was quite impressed. The chef, Simone Bonelli dabbles in molecular gastronomy and he does it well. Think: a Parmigiano crème brulée or a deconstructed carbonara complete with deep-fried spaghetti.

Favourite bar?
There are too many. One that comes to mind, though, is Lolita Bar, on the Lower East Side, where I hold my semi-monthly readings, the Restless Legs reading series.

Bookshop?
I love Idlewild Books, the closest New York has to a travel bookshop***.

Where can we find the most curious and irreverent New York souvenirs?
Obscura, located in the East Village. C’mon, you know you’ve always wanted an 19th-century wooden leg or a creepy vintage ventriloquist dummy!

* Curiously, Farley might not like to be pigeon-holed as a travel writer, but he’s written lots of great travel articles, which you can find here.
** I asked Farley for all these eating and drinking tips cause he’s also written a lot about food. Check out these.
*** Don’t forget to grab a copy of Farley’s book while you’re at Idlewild Books or any other bookstore for that matter.

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Our Home Away from Home in the East Village, New York

A snug studio apartment in a tenement building in Alphabet City in the East Village served as our ‘home away from home’ in New York City. You know, those buildings you see in the movies with fire escapes snaking down the exterior. You don’t? Picture Audrey Hepburn strumming Moon River on her guitar on her fire escape in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Got it? Well, accommodation doesn’t get more New York than that!

When we first visited New York some 17 years or so ago, we stayed in a petite room at the Philippe Starck-designed, Ian Schrager-owned Paramount Hotel. We could barely get around the double bed and forget about being able to open our bags, but, hey, we saw Drew Barrymore saunter across the lobby, the bar blasted early Bowie, and the hotel staff wore black (rare in those days). What a special moment in travel history that was – the birth of the boutique hotel as we know it today. Aside from the teensy size rooms the only downside was the touristy Times Square location.

On another trip a couple of years later, we stayed with our friend Scott, a hip-hop producer-cum-jazz muso who lived in Williamsburg before the hipsters moved in and the neighbourhood became fashionable. In those days, taxi drivers asked us for extra money when they dropped us off at Scott’s. “We’re in Williamsburg!” they said in their heavy accents, “How are we going to get a ride back to Manhattan from here?!” My how things have changed.

Our experience on this, our third visit to NYC, took us back to those early stays in some ways. We weren’t sleeping on our friend’s couch this time, nor were we checking into a cool boutique hotel, but it was somehow something in between…

Until Lil, the owner of our building, moved us up to a three-room studio on the third floor that she had just finished renovating, our home for the first few days was a one-room, ground-floor studio. We couldn’t open our bags properly, though we could easily get around the bed, however, while the room may have been compact, it cost half that of an equivalent size space at the Paramount. It also had a kitchen and tables for each of us to work.

While the downstairs studio would be fine for if you’re travelling light and out most of the time, the light-filled studio upstairs was much more spacious and better-suited to a couple spending time in the place. We are working after all.

The style is eclectic shabby chic. Vintage furniture and fittings, such as a distressed wooden kitchen sideboard, sit comfortably beside vibrant striped cushions and rugs, and kitschy lampshades and shower curtains. There is fast Internet access and a big TV, and in the kitchen, there’s a big fridge, a decent stove, and enough pots and pans and other bits and pieces in case you fancy doing a bit of cooking. While the hallways are looking a bit tired, everything is scrubbed shiny and clean inside.

And while there are Schrageresque accommodations nearby, it would seem at odds to be checking into such flashy sleeps in a such a down-to-earth ’hood. The modesty of the digs themselves – which remind us of our old inner-city Sydney terrace houses we used to live in as university students with their chipped paint and worn carpets – are in keeping with the gritty vibe of the ’hood.

Whenever we meet New Yorkers, they inevitably ask our address. Initially a little taken aback with our choice of Alphabet City as a location, when they ask the nearest cross streets – “Oh, we’re between Avenue D and C,” we say – they nod their heads, clearly impressed with our selection.

Alphabet City – a section of the East Village identified as such due to the names of its streets, Avenue A, B, C and D – still has the edginess and authenticity that Williamsburg has lost. It also boasts a rich, colourful history that rivals that of any other ’hood. After all, this was the home of Bebop jazz, the Beat Generation and punk rock.

But for a while, it also happened to be one of New York City’s most dangerous neighbourhoods, with drug dealers openly trading on the streets, gangs operating out of the projects, and Tompkins Square Park serving as a shanty town for the homeless.

Despite the East Village’s increasing, and generally unwelcome, gentrification – restaurants, bars, cafés, and boutiques line its streets – Alphabet City still has a local flavour and authenticity that you won’t find in other neighbourhoods. You’ll still see homeless people and the occasional druggie, and you probably don’t want to be walking down Avenue D too late at night (not everyone is going to feel comfortable here), but it’s a neighbourhood where everyone knows everyone, and you probably wouldn’t find that in Williamsburg, and definitely not on Times Square.

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Reflections from 6 Months on the Road & Grand Tour Travel Tips

As we’re now six months into our grand tour and have another six months to go it seemed a good time to reflect on the first half of our travel experiment and share some tips based on what we’ve learned from the experience so far.

Rarely a day passes when we don’t get told “You guys have the best jobs in the world!” And we have to agree that travelling around the world, living like locals, meeting people, and doing and learning things is pretty incredible – being paid to do it even better – and as far as we’re concerned, much more preferable to looking after an island.

But we do appreciate that this style of travel doesn’t suit everyone. Why?

  • we’re staying in holiday rentals instead of hotels – this style of travel won’t work for people who spend a lot of time at the tour desk or talking to the concierge and can’t do without 24-hour room service;
  • we’re trying to live like locals – we’re shopping at local markets, eating and drinking locally, staying in and cooking, doing laundry, watching TV, and we’re even entertaining our new friends;
  • we’re connecting with locals – we’re making an effort to meet people as a way to really get beneath the skin of the places we’re visiting; those who see travel as an escape and prefer privacy (as John Nicholls’ guests do) probably won’t find this focus as fascinating as we do;
  • we’re kicking back in everyday neighbourhoods rather than ticking off sights (in Paris, we didn’t even climb the Eiffel Tower) – this won’t suit first-time visitors to a city who are intent on seeing the star attractions;
  • like the early grand tourists we’re learning things, from musical instruments to making macarons and offerings, and we’re doing stuff, from walking tours to mountain hikes – it won’t appeal to those who prefer lying on a beach or soaking in a spa;
  • not all people are made for round-the-world travel (RTW) – although grand touring couples like Kathryn and Daniel and nomadic families like Soultravelers3 seem to do it adeptly while raising a child!;
  • we’re travelling sustainably – wherever possible, we’re honing in on the home-grown, going organic, and travelling green; we’re seeking out local artisans, artists and craftspeople; we’re eating local produce and buying local products; and we’re shopping at local farmer’s markets and small ‘mom ’n pop stores’ rather than huge multinationals; and
  • we’re using food and wine as a way into a culture – okay, well, perhaps that’s something that does appeal to everyone!

We’re not only going to muse about local travel, experiential travel and sustainable travel over the next weeks, but we’ll also be sharing advice based on our experiences these last six months on the road.

Not everything has gone swimmingly – even after 4.5 years* living out of our suitcases, we still make the occasional poor decision. For example, we’ve selected a couple of properties that didn’t meet our expectations, we’ve sometimes not met people early enough in our stays, we’ve missed a few great opportunities, and we’ve even resorted to using a guidebook once or two. But fortunately we’ve learned from those mistakes.

Over the next couple of weeks, we’ll share advice on everything from planning a yearlong round-the-world trip to choosing the right holiday rental, from tips on how to connect with locals to how to travel more sustainably.

If there are any topics you’d like us to cover or any questions you have, please do leave them in the Comments below.

* Prior to embarking on our Grand Tour in early 2010 we completed our fourth year of continuous travel and living on the road (mainly in hotels) as travel writers. So you’d think we’d know better…

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Giving Back: It Doesn’t Take Much to Make A Difference

Giving something back to each of the places we visited this year was one of our goals of our grand tour, along with living like locals, doing and learning things, and travelling more sustainably. The aim was to enrich ourselves and travel more meaningfully as much as it was to show travellers the kinds of experiences that are possible when you stay in a holiday rental instead of a hotel and settle into a place for a while.

We’ve certainly learned how to live like locals and connect with people, we’re travelling sustainably, and we’re doing and learning so much. However, we haven’t been as successful at ‘giving back’ as we would have liked.

Recognizing that not everyone has six weeks, a year or even several years to devote to volunteer experiences, we had envisaged identifying short-term volunteer opportunities in each place we stayed, things we could do in a day, the aim being to promote those to inspire other travellers to do the same, anything from working in a soup kitchen to contributing to a clean-up day.

Our greatest challenge has been finding the actual opportunities in the time we have available: just two weeks in each destination. But in some places, such as Ceret, those opportunities simply haven’t existed or are few and far between, in Europe especially where we have spent most of the first half of our grand tour.

When I mentioned my disappointment to one local we met, he said “But you’re giving back everyday, by promoting places, by choosing to use local businesses, and when you connect with local people.”

As nice as he was, that wasn’t enough, but it certainly got us thinking about the small and unstructured things that people can do when they travel – little things, that might not be an immense investment but can make a big difference to how people live their lives…

And then we arrived in Bali, where we befriended Desak, our villa cook, and Kiki, the villa manager. As we chatted to them during our stay, we asked them questions not only about Bali but also about themselves and their lives, and we were delighted to discover that they each had an inspirational story to tell:

KIKI
While working as a maid, Kiki met a German family who recognized that she was bright and could do more with her life and persuaded her to return to school and complete her education. As Kiki was the main breadwinner in her family after her father died, the Germans offered to not only pay for her school fees and for further tourism education, but they also undertook to support her family until she graduated and found a job.

After the Bali bombing and its devastating impact on the tourism industry, the German family then offered to send Kiki to hospitality school in Switzerland and help her find work in Europe until things improved. Kiki fortunately found a job in Bali that lead to her current position and promotion to manager taking care of a handful of villas, none of which would have been possible without the generosity of her German family.

Keeping in mind that in Indonesia, where half the population lives on less than $2.50 a day, it wouldn’t have cost the Germans a great deal to help Kiki, but the difference that their support made to her life is incalculable. The rewards were also personal – they are like her second family now and she occasionally visits them in Germany.

DESAK
Desak, our villa cook, has two sons*, Dewa Pujawan, a teen about to go to college, and a younger boy, Dewa Febio, the cute kid pictured above. As her husband works on cruise ships in Europe, spending just a few months of each year in Bali, Desak is virtually raising the boys alone.

Febio had a skin disease that embarrassed him and greatly reduced his confidence, and poor Desak was distraught for her boy. After countless visits to doctors in Bali and their bank account drained, Desak was told it was incurable. A determined woman, she didn’t give up.

Discussing the problem with a villa guest one day, the man (another German – what generous souls they are), offered to take photos of Febio’s skin and show a doctor friend when he returned to Europe. The doctor recognized the condition and sent medicine to treat it, and the ‘disease’ disappeared – as did Febio’s embarrassment, and Desak’s pain as a helpless parent.

In Desak’s case, her German angel didn’t outlay a great deal of money, he just took an interest and spent a little time, and sometimes that’s all it takes to make a phenomenal difference to people’s lives.

* Terence made a beautiful portrait of Desak and her two sons which he printed and had two copies framed, one for her home, and one for her husband. Nice.

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Bali Take-Homes: Textiles, Fair Trade and Threads of Life

Most visitors to Bali buy their souvenirs – masks, carvings, sarongs, and textiles mainly – from the tourists markets. There’s a colossal choice and while everything is already cheap, stallholders will also bargain, meaning you can walk away with bag loads of stuff for next to nothing.

The problem with tourist markets, however, is how do you know where the goods have come from? Were children used to produce them? How do you know where your money is going? And are you getting what you think you’ve paid for? For instance, so much of what is touted as silk at Ubud and Kuta markets simply is not. Which is why we like fair trade businesses, such as Threads of Life, pictured above, in Ubud.

For my series on take-homes, I normally suggest a number of local souvenirs you can buy, sometimes themed, and where you can buy them from. But for Bali, I wanted to encourage a way to shop instead, one that is ethical and sustainable, and highlight a particular store and its wonderful products.

What is Fair Trade?
Fair Trade products must be made and traded in accordance with specific verifiable principles set out by the World Fair Trade Organization (WFTO), so when you know a business is a member of the organization, you know that they’re creating opportunities for economically disadvantaged producers; paying producers fairly, including paying deposits up front, cash in full on receipt of goods, and paying advances in times of need; operating in a transparent and accountable way; helping producers become independent through education and training; ensuring gender equity, safe working conditions, and that child labour isn’t used; ensuring production is environmentally sustainable; trading with concern for the social, economic, and environmental well-being of the producers, including being sensitive to their culture, customs, language, rituals etc; as well as promoting these very fair trade principles among their producers and clients.

Why is Fair Trade So Important to Bali?
Small producers, such as the traditional weavers that Threads of Life works with, often live in villages that are too remote to benefit from mainstream economic development, including tourism. Many of these people are earning less than 50¢ a day, and government assistance often isn’t getting to them. Many end up moving to cities to look for work, such as that woman with the baby who held out her hand for a few coins as you sipped a Bintang in a Seminyak bar. Businesses such as Threads of Life can turn poverty on its head because as incomes rise above the $2-a-day poverty line, rather than leave to look for work, women remain in the village to weave. They can then afford to feed their family, educate their kids, maintain their traditions, and the family and community prosper and grow.

Why Threads of Life?
Textiles are a terrific memento of Bali because they’ve always played an important role in the spiritual, social and economic lives of the Balinese, worn as clothing (especially for ceremonies), traded and bartered, given as wedding gifts, and passed down through generations. Threads of Life, a gorgeous gallery-cum-shop in Ubud, sells exquisite handmade textiles from Bali and the rest of the Indonesia, including the red ikat cepuk, the black-and-white checked poleng, and the silk songket, the production of which were in decline until recently.

Threads of Life not only sells these, along with other hand-woven textiles, baskets, crafts, books and DVDs about weaving and traditional culture and crafts, but they also work with weavers to help revitalize fading traditions by commissioning products made from local materials and natural dyes. A non-profit organization, proceeds from sales of the beautiful products go toward helping weavers establish cooperatives, manage their resources sustainably, train younger generations, and therefore keep their traditions alive while alleviating poverty. Now who wouldn’t want to contribute to that?

Threads of Life Shop & Gallery
Jalan Kajeng 24,
Ubud
+62 361 972187
www.threadsoflife.com

Do you know of any other non-profit, fair trade businesses selling local, handmade crafts and souvenirs in Bali? If so, do leave the details in the Comments below.

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Monkey Business at the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary, Ubud

Moseying through the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary to meet the cheeky Balinese long-tail macaques must top the lists of things to do for most visitors to Ubud. It certainly made ours.

If we were anywhere else, that would have meant demoting it to the bottom of our to-do list – Grantourismo being all about digging deeper and getting beneath of the skin of the places we’re visiting, rather than ticking off sights – but as animal lovers, how could we resist getting up close to these adorable and amazingly intelligent creatures?

The monkeys are sacred to Balinese culture. Visit a Balinese temple, museum or see a performance and you’ll note that the monkey features prominently in stories, sculpture, art, drama and dance. There are several temples at the sanctuary and the local people make special offerings here to the forest and the animals.

There are about 300 macaques in Ubud’s monkey forest, and if you stroll through with a bag of bananas, a packet of nuts, or any kind of fruit or food for that matter – or even a plastic or paper bag that looks like it may have contained anything remotely edible – or not – you’ll soon meet all them as you make your way through the park.

There are around 95 girls and 35 guys (the rest are little ones) – and you’ll soon figure out which ones are the blokes, because they’ll quickly make themselves known to you. Yep, they’re the ones swinging from poles, beating their chests, bearing their beautiful albeit super-sharp teeth, getting right in your face, and fleecing your pockets if you dare not present them with that piece of fruit you’re hiding. What were you thinking?! Seriously.

OUR TIPS
* Feeding the animals – the guidebooks recommend you don’t bring anything to feed the monkeys. We don’t see any harm in giving the little guys something to eat, but buy the bananas at the office when you buy your tickets and know that your money goes toward paying for maintenance, conservation and research.
* Be prepared – on your way in, you’ll see a sign with instructions as to what to do if a monkey jumps on your shoulders or head (keep walking), steals your food (let them have it), or takes anything else you own (call one of the staff). Read it!
* Give in & don’t fight back – whatever you do, don’t try to hide food from these furry little guys, or worst of all, retrieve something they’ve stolen. They’re cute and everything but they’re dangerous. And they’re smarter than you think. Just watch them watching you and you’ll see what we mean!

Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary
Padangtegal, Ubud
www.monkeyforestubud.com

For more ideas on things to do, learn, eat and buy, see our guide to Ubud.

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Escape to Ubud, the Heart of Balinese Culture and Art

The artistic, cultural and spiritual heart of Bali for centuries, Ubud is serenely located up in the hills in lush jungle, surrounded by rice-paddies. Lined with galleries, cafés and craft shops, its narrow streets are a delight to wander – just watch out for those drains! There’s no denying the town is commercial and it does get crowded, but at least its shops specialize in textiles and crafts rather than Bintang t-shirts and stubby holders as they do down in Kuta.

Experience
Be enchanted by the tranquil gardens and sublime Balinese art – from the Pitamaha school to the naïve style of the Young Artists (my favourites) at Agung Rai Museum of Art (ARMA). Art buffs should also browse Museum Puri Lukisan and Neka Art Museum. Everyone else can go mosey the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary to spend time with the cheeky Balinese Macaques, stroll the rice terraces, take a bird-watching walk, pamper yourself with a spa treatment, or enjoy a dance performance after dark.

Learn
A major centre of learning, Ubud is paradise for experiential travellers. You can learn almost anything here, from playing in a gamelan orchestra (see this video of Terence’s lessons!) to learning how to make offerings as I did. There are courses on Balinese painting, architecture, dance, drama, cooking, woodcarving, and yoga. ARMA has a popular and affordable program of cultural workshops though not all instructors speak English; check before signing up. Travel blogger Kasia swears by the batik course at Nirvana.

Volunteer
The not-for-profit Bali Animal Welfare Association (BAWA) supports a vet clinic at Ubud, where they welcome volunteers to help care for animals – they need people to do everything from cleaning duties to dog walking. Not far from Ubud, the innovative Green School – built from bamboo! – welcomes helping hands in the classroom, as well as donations. The excellent Bali Spirit website also lists non-profits that need volunteers. Do you know of other opportunities? Let us know below.

Shop
After putting your bargaining skills to use haggling at the already ridiculously cheap and crowded stalls at Ubud Markets (best for sarongs, cotton dresses, baskets, carvings), clear your conscious by buying traditional Balinese textiles at Threads of Life, or handicrafts, postcards and prints at the fair-trade Kafe Kares (formerly Bali Cares) shop. Scores of art galleries and craft shops are dotted around Ubud, but we liked Tony Raka’s gallery for tribal and contemporary art and the The Seniwati Gallery of Art by Women, which supports local women artists.

Savour
Local specialties include suckling pig and crispy duck. Overlooking rice paddies, Bebel Bengil (Dirty Duck) is way too famous for its deep fried ducks – we far preferred the delicious BBQ pork ribs (the duck was unpleasantly crispy and practically burnt) and their Pavlova-style coconut cream cake. A better choice is The Pond, also set on rice paddies, and (as you’d expect) a pretty lily pond. We loved their scrumptious duck spring rolls, tasty pork satay, and, once again, wonderful pork ribs.

Discover
The best sources of information on what to do, eat, drink, buy, and learn in Ubud are not the guidebooks (all terribly disappointing and out-dated), but two free locally produced magazines (no surprise): Ubud Life and The Bud, which has a brilliant listings section with detailed reviews.

Stay
We didn’t stay in Ubud (although HomeAway Holiday-Rentals does list lots of beautiful properties there) but instead drove the one-hour drive along the backroads through fascinating villages from our villa in Tumbak Bayuh. When we return to Bali, we’ll split the time between Ubud and some place on the coast so Terence can get in some surfing – suggestions?

Did we miss some great spots in Ubud? Why don’t you let us know in the Comments below?

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Learning the Art of Making Offerings in Ubud

Life in Bali is imbued with rituals – religious, spiritual and social; complicated and simple – from consulting the Balinese calendar to the daily offerings made at Hindu temples.

Every afternoon here at our home in Tumbak Bayuh, the villa staff make offerings at the moss-dappled shrine in our garden and place pretty baskets of offerings around our swimming pool.

The offering or banten is the only demonstration of their spirituality that we’re able to witness and it’s wonderful to be given the privilege to watch – from the respectful placement of the offerings on the shrine to the lighting of the incense sticks and wafting of the fragrant smoke.

Our peek into this daily ritual piqued my interest so much so that when Terence enrolled in a gamelan class, I signed up for a workshop to learn about this Hindu ritual and the sacred art of making offerings.

We had loved visiting the Agun Rai Museum of Art (ARMA) at Ubud, as much for its tranquil tropical gardens as for its stupendous collection of Balinese art, so that when we saw that they offered a program of cultural workshops, we put our names down straight away.

However, like the instructor who gave Terence music ‘lessons’, the English vocabulary of the lovely woman assigned to teach me how to make offerings was limited to “like this” and “no, watch me”. Thus my class on creating offerings was short on background, history and culture, and big on craft.

I had also expected I might be in for a spot of flower- and fruit-arranging, but instead I found myself spending a couple of hours pricking my fingers with the bamboo ‘needles’ I made (tooth picks, pretty much), inflicting successive paper cuts upon myself as I ripped, tore and sliced banana leaves into strips, and essentially learning how to weave baskets with the two plants.

Admittedly, I did learn to make a handful of different styles of basket, each one more elaborate than the next, but magically becoming easier to make the more I made. The flower arranging didn’t come until the very end, and that was the quick and disappointingly easy part. My mother, who had been observing until then, even joined in for that bit.

While I had also expected to come away with a wealth of knowledge about Hinduism and had the mysterious ritual of making offerings demystified for me (I didn’t and it wasn’t), surprisingly I had quite a sense of achievement from having made six baskets by hand from a banana plant, some bamboo sticks, and a bunch of flowers.

Hindu women in Bali might make dozens, if not scores, of these things a day, their designs handed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. Desak tells us she makes a couple of dozen at once and stores them in her fridge. The museum employs two local ladies who make around 300 (!) between them a day. With so many Balinese women working full-time jobs, producing offerings that busy women can buy instead of make has become a rather lucrative little business for some.

At the end of the class, the instructor suggested we add fruit, betel nuts, incense sticks, and even some money, to the offerings when we got home. But my sense of aesthetics didn’t allow me to spoil the simplicity of our lovely arrangements (Mum having helped with their ‘design’ too of course).

I suspected that my restraint might not have made the Gods happy (perhaps they interpreted it as stinginess?), so I took extra care when I placed the offerings on the shrine (for the Gods) and on the ground by the pool (for the demons). (Yes, I learned something!)

I didn’t waft the incense over the things or gesture in the mysterious ways I’d seen the villa staff do, as I still didn’t quite understand the full meaning of the ritual I was enacting, but, hey, I certainly knew more about offerings now than I did before I’d done the workshop. And I also knew a bit about basket-weaving too.

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Consulting the Calendar: Choosing Auspicious Moments in Time

Each day Desak and Kuman, the cook and housekeeper at our villa at Tumbak Bayuh, consult the Balinese calendar hanging on the kitchen wall. When Kiki, the villa manager, suggests we try to see a traditional ceremony while we’re on Bali, she heads inside to check the complicated almanac.

While we naturally have difficulty deciphering the thing, we’re told that even the locals find it challenging. Regardless, no Balinese would hold a ceremony, or do pretty much anything, without first studying the calendar to select an auspicious date.

What makes a Balinese calendar confusing for foreigners to understand is that it is actually three calendars in one, the Gregorian, Saka, and Pawukon calendars, and therefore includes all manner of details, from important Hindu celebrations, festivals and temple anniversaries to the full moons and new moons observed in the Saka or lunar calendar. The Pawukon calendar is different again, based on Bali’s rice growing cycle, with six months to a year and 35 days to a month, totalling just 210 days in a Pawukon year. Work that one out!

Although all Balinese make offerings and perform temple-cleansing rites on significant dates such as the Sasih New Year, there are many more ceremonies that are much more localised, with their dates chosen for particular events due to their auspiciousness. There are times when it is best to meditate or to socialise, marry or divorce, and bury and cremate. The banjar or village council even uses the calendar to select dates for their meetings, public events and sporting matches!

One day during our stay Kuman informs us that she’s taking a day off for a ceremony, while Desak, from a village a little farther away, tells us she’s taking time off on different dates for the anniversary of her local temple. Kiki suggests we visit the temple at Uluwatu on the full moon when there should be more people about and a wonderful atmosphere, while another day she calls to tell us when and where there’s to be a spectacular cremation – naturally, on a date that’s been especially selected from the calendar.

They say that in Bali there is a ceremony going on somewhere on the island every day. Having lived with Balinese and with a Balinese calendar on our wall, we believe it.

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An Amble Around the Rice Paddies of Tumbak Bayuh

“Hello! Hello!” two skinny little kids call out as they peek from behind a dilapidated brick wall, a short distance down the lane from our Balinese villa. “Hello!!!” we shout back and they smile shyly and scurry away.

Opposite, at the entrance to another home, a young woman looks up from sweeping her cement courtyard with a straw broom. She smiles generously and also says hello. Chickens sprint across the yard behind her where an elderly man, dressed handsomely in a batik sarong and headband, places an offering at a small shrine.

Moments later, a wrinkled old lady, barefoot and balancing a stick across her shoulders, cloth bags tied at either end, twinkles her eyes and opens her mouth to give us a friendly toothless grin. I look back at her a few seconds later to find she has stopped to watch us, and once more she smiles at us with her eyes.

By the time we reach the corner of our lane, where it intersects with the main street, we’ve been greeted by a handful of neighbours, and we’ll be welcomed by two dozen more locals by the end of our stroll a couple of hours later.

One of the best things about our home away from home in Bali is its bucolic location, on the edge of the village of Tumbak Bayuh. A 30-minute drive from Kuta and 10-minutes to Canggu on the coast, our picturesque village couldn’t be more different in appearance or atmosphere to the island’s more popular tourist destinations. And we like it that way.

The village is dissected by one main street dotted with warungs, simple wooden stalls selling snacks such as rice cakes wrapped in coconut leaves, or slightly larger shacks offering basic groceries, a fridge of cold drinks, and a table with a few stools that serve as meeting places as much as anything.

In between the warungs are crumbling temples decorated with stone carvings, flowers growing out of the cracks between the bricks, and walled family compounds housing ramshackle pavilions, paint peeling and dappled with moss, their yards hosting a motley collection of animals: pigs, roosters, hens, baby chicks, geese, and everywhere, mangy barking dogs.  

The two-lane road is lined with towering palm trees heaving with coconuts, banana plants bearing small bunches of the sugary fruit, and as far as the eye can see, lush green terraces of rice paddies.

Everywhere there are people, whizzing by on motorbikes and scooters, doubling two and three family members or friends; riding bicycles laden with sacks bursting with freshly picked crops that spill onto the bitumen as they cruise past; and everywhere there are shirtless guys jogging easily, barefoot or in sneakers, occasionally stopping to chat to their friends or say hello to us.

“They’re warming up for a game of volleyball,” my new friend Aditya explains from the back of her motorbike, after pulling up beside me to ask where we’re from.

After dropping her vehicle at home, Aditya skips down the road to join us on our stroll. A thirty-year-old waitress who looks a very youthful twenty, Aditya moved to Tumbuk Bayuh from Sanur after getting married and having her first son – “a happy accident”, she shares with a giggle, which she says is not uncommon.

As we amble, Aditya points out different trees, plants, birds, and animals. “That’s pork,” she tells me, “and foie gras…” Realising her mistake, we both laugh hysterically. Aditya’s English is excellent, but, as she explains, she learned her animal names from restaurant menus.

Aditya shows us where her husband’s rice farm is and tells us how hard he works, from sunrise to sunset, and explains how the banjar or village council operates, and how everyone helps each other out.

She tells us about the rats that are ruining the rice crops, for which no solution has been found – a nuisance second only to the birds, which explains the ubiquitous scarecrows and the full-time human lookouts. The latter, children and teens mostly, shake the contraptions that stretch convolutedly above the rice fields, making a rather pretty tinkling sound intended to frighten the birds away.

“I like living here,” Aditya says. “It’s so quiet and the air is so fresh compared to Sanur or Seminyak, and everyone is so friendly.” We completely agree.

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Local Knowledge: Kiki from Bali

For travellers who need some handholding, the only thing they’d probably miss from a holiday rental is a concierge. Being travel writers, we’re not the types to depend on one other than to score us a hard-to-get restaurant table, although we can certainly appreciate a good concierge.

Occasionally we’ve been surprised to find a holiday rental that has had a manager or owner who plays a role similar to that of concierge, and plays it superbly – the all-knowing Carl in Perpignan is one, also Jamilla in Marrakech, and Kiki, the villa manager of our ‘home away from home’ in Bali, is another.

Balinese-born Kiki was having her day off when we arrived, however, she called to welcome us and sent her assistant to greet us. When we met Kiki in person the following day, she was full of ideas as to things we should do and how she could help us get the most out of our stay. Kiki was a walking guidebook-cum-concierge, only better – because her tips were as local as they come.

“Ignore all the guidebooks,” she said, “They’re useless!”

“Now, you can go to the rice fields with Pak Novi (the villa’s night watchman and dogwalker who works his own rice farm by day),” she suggested, “Desak (the villa chef) is happy to give you cooking lessons, and Kuman (the maid) or Desak will let you know when there’s a ceremony on.”

In Bali, an island with a rich traditional culture and spiritual life, there seems to be a ceremony of some kind on in villages everyday. More on those in another post.

Kiki didn’t suggest that we go to Kuta or Seminyak. The most touristy thing she suggested was visiting the temple at Uluwatu for the sunset performance, which was dramatic.

“And let me know if you want me to organize a driver or a massage – whatever you want, I’m here,” Kiki said. And she was. Calling a couple of times during our stay, and dropping in to make sure everything was fine.

A tourism and hospitality graduate born in Pemuteran in the northwest of Bali, Kiki’s education was made possible by a generous German family who she met while working as a villa maid. Recognizing that Kiki, who was taking care of her mother and siblings following her father’s death, was bright, the Germans offered to finance her further education and support her family throughout her studies, so she could get ahead.

When Kiki graduated just before the Bali bombing, the local tourism industry temporarily collapsed. Kiki’s kind German friends, by this time like her second family, offered to finance further hospitality training in Switzerland and help her find work in property management in Bali, which led her to her current job managing a handful of private villas with aplomb – and offering guests a warm welcome more akin to a friend than a concierge.

What do you most love about your work as a villa manager?
I love meeting different kinds of people and helping them to experience Bali and our culture. I’m not the kind of person who can sit at a desk in an office all day, so I like that I can get out and about. I like the colour of my job.

Why should people come to Bali?
Bali is a beautiful tropical island to explore and it’s rich in culture.

3 words to describe Bali?
Spiritual, religious, and unique

3 ways to describe the people of Bali?
Easygoing, friendly and family oriented

Top tips for visitors?
Take a walk through a village early in the morning and meet the local people; go shopping at a local market; and visit a temple to see a ceremony with traditional dancing, if you can, because these things are very special in Bali.

Best souvenir from Bali?
A sarong with a traditional design – it’s very Balinese, very practical, and easy to carry.

Must-do eating experiences?
There is so much great local food to enjoy! Specialties include duck steamed in banana leaves (bebek betutu), suckling pig (baby guling), and the seafood from Jimbaran.

Essential things to know before coming to Bali?
Never drink water from the tap because it’s not clean and is bad for your stomach, and always use sun cream even when it’s cloudy to avoid sunburn.

Most important phrases to learn in Balinese?
Terima kasih, which means ‘thank you’, and derapa, which is ‘how much?’ and is essential for bargaining!

Any other advice?
Check the Balinese calendar for ceremonies or get the villa staff to – every home in Bali has one – so you can try to see a local ceremony. These are much better than a performance staged for tourists at a hotel.

Take a look at more of our Local Knowledge interviews, with people who have helped us get beneath the skin of a destination, here.

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Our Home Away From Home in Bali, Indonesia

Bali is to Australians what Mallorca is to the British and Cancun is to Americans, a cheap beach holiday destination. But one person’s popular vacation spot is another’s exotic off-the-beaten-track escape. Our Bali is altogether different again and, somewhat surprisingly we’re besotted with it.

We must have been the only two Australians who didn’t have Indonesian stamps in their passports when we recently touched down in Denpasar. Despite Terence being a dedicated surfer in his misspent youth and Bali being a world-class surfing destination, we’d avoided Bali like the plague because of its colossal popularity with Australians.

Not that we have anything against our fellow country-people, we just didn’t want to go to a place where every accent was an Australian one, so when we first started travelling together we ventured to places like Mexico, the USA, and Cuba instead.

When Bali was suggested to us as a destination for Grantourismo, we initially grimaced, but when Sarah, our project partner at HomeAway Holiday-Rentals said she thought it would be good to include an off-the-beaten-track destination like Bali, we gave it some thought… If Bali was exotic to Europeans – something we’d never considered it could be – then maybe it was worth discovering. Maybe there was more to Australia’s answer to Benidorm after all.

As it turned out, Bali would be all we’d dreaded, hoped for, and more. Kuta is our idea of hell, with its McDonalds and Pizza Huts, and Legian and Seminyak, which the guidebooks call “chic” and “upmarket” in actual fact aren’t that much better. Ubud, in the hills, is much more attractive, with its abundance of art and craft galleries and countless opportunities for experiencing Bali’s rich culture.

But the location of our latest ‘home away from home’ in Bali on the edge of a small rural village called Tumbak Bayuh, more than a 30-minute drive to Kuta, is something altogether different again. The only way our experience of living in Bali could be more local would be if we were to couchsurf on a neighbor’s sofa.

Located on a narrow lane that leads in one direction over a skinny bridge and river to a football oval and vivid green rice fields, and in the other to our laidback little village that’s surrounded by even more lush green rice paddies, our gorgeous villa feels isolated in good way.

If we were to mix a villa soundtrack it would be layered with the sounds of roosters, chickens and pigs, frogs, gekkos and cicadas, beautiful birdsong, and the occasional barking dog. This is Bali at its most bucolic. (We’ll take you on a walk through the village in another post.)

The villa itself is simply beautiful. Set in lush tropical gardens, there are ponds of crimson water lilies and Japanese koi, stone statues of Gods and trickling fountains, and an inviting green swimming pool. (The gardens are so beautiful we’ve created a photo gallery of them here.)

Inside, the living rooms (one upstairs and one down), bedrooms (there are two), and bathrooms are equally lovely, decorated with Indonesian puppets, carved wooden statues, heavy teak furniture, traditional textiles, and more stone Gods. It’s like something out of a glossy house and garden magazine.

Owned by a university professor who lives in Hong Kong but escapes here to write, there’s a handy office with computer and fax, bookshelves of fiction, non-fiction, guidebooks and maps, a DVD collection, and wireless Internet access (although it’s unfortunately a tad expensive).

And as we’ve come to expect from properties the owners also stay in, there are lots of little touches that make the place special – fresh flowers, plenty of big towels for the bathroom and pool, and homemade soaps and shampoo. The only thing missing was a hairdryer. There are even pets! A dog called Dinah who we’ve become smitten with, and two not-so-friendly cats.

In the mornings after making the beds, the housekeeper scatters fragrant frangipanis on the fresh sheets and places them in little nooks, while in the evening the night watchman comes to fix the mosquito nets, shut the windows, and light mosquito coils. You heard right. There are even staff!

The idea of staff was the only thing we were uncomfortable with, being egalitarian Aussies who like to look after ourselves. Indeed, staff won’t suit everyone, such as honeymooners after privacy and ‘romance’. But for families looking for a complete escape, the housekeeper Kuman can also babysit, and, best of all, the villa also has an excellent cook, Desak.

As food is such an important part of our Grantourismo project this year – the convenience of a kitchen and the opportunity to cook local produce being a major reason that many people choose a holiday rental over a hotel – and Terence being such a brilliant cook, we initially didn’t like the idea of having a villa chef. However, we decided to give it a shot – in the name of research of course. It turned out to be a wonderful thing.

While we felt terribly spoiled having our breakfast laid out for us each day – platters of fresh fruit and pots of hot coffee, and, if we wanted it, eggs, toast, pancakes, and so on – what we most enjoyed was trying all the different Balinese dishes. In Indonesia, like many countries, they say the best food isn’t found in the restaurants but is in the homes. Well, that’s what we got to eat every day!

Having staff also gave us access to Balinese culture in ways that wouldn’t be possible staying in a hotel. Each day, the boys – either our gardener-cum-pool cleaner or the night watchman – would come and make offerings in the garden. Staff would regularly check the Balinese calendars found in every home for ceremonies (and in Bali, it seems, there is one every day!) and tell us if there was a cremation or temple birthday on.

In the villa information book, the owner had written “please treat the staff well – they are our family”. Well, they quickly became our family too, as you’re about to find out…

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Grantourismo Travel Blogging Competition: June Winners

Our June Grantourismo Travel Blogging Competition required that you submit a shot of your Perfect Vista and some 250 words describing it. We’re excited to announce this month’s winners… (drum roll)

FIRST PRIZE goes to Stephen Chapman who has won a stay at a HomeAway Holiday-Rentals property of his choice anywhere in the world valued at UK£500/US$750, a Context tour voucher worth US$100, and an Olympus FE-4040 compact camera worth £125/US$190 for his stunning view of the Sunrise at Cathedral Cove on New Zealand’s North Island.

SECOND PRIZE goes to Akila of The Road Forks for another spectacular New Zealand vista. Akila has won a Viator tour voucher worth £100/US$150 and a private half-day tour with a local guide in a destination of her choice anywhere in the world from Our Explorer. (Akila was also the non-UK winner of our April Grantourismo Travel Blogging Competition!)

THIRD PRIZE goes to Lauren for her sublime vista of the sandy beach and turquoise water at Tulum, Mexico. Lauren wins an annual subscription to AFAR magazine.

Thank you to everyone who entered and thanks again to all of our generous sponsors HomeAway Holiday-Rentals, Viator, Context, Our Explorer, and AFAR magazine for such fantastic prizes.

My Perfect Vista, Friday 25 June 2010: Sunrise at Cathedral Cove on New Zealand’s North Island.

By Stephen Chapman

Feelings of independence and isolation, yet also of being together and connected is why this scene stirred my emotions.  Early encounters like this with the day are rare, despite being such a predictable and accessible occurrence.  It was the beginning of a six-month trip away from home for us.

A cool 45-minute walk through the darkness, bleary eyed, and excited – the novelty of being up so early, ahead of the world in such a special place on your travels,always kickstarts the system.  It’s like being let in on a secret by Mother Nature.

The sandy path meandered loosely through a forest of native pohutukawa trees, easing gently down to the deserted sandstone cove.  The soothing sound of water lapped against the shore, patiently respecting the tranquillity and half-light of dawn.  These are the moments I live for.

Travelling has a way of creating space for these experiences.  Unshackled from daily commitments, we settle into a slower pace and surrender to the beat of a different drum.  It’s a pleasant feeling. Whilst awaiting the majesty of the sun there’s always a period of true serenity where no words are needed, and those that are spoken are gently whispered.

This was a trip that had been so long in the dreaming and the making, it was now unfolding and boy was it all worth it.  We’d each seen so many sunrises apart, living on separate sides of the Atlantic, now sharing a moment like this far from the crowds, and together was always going to be special.

You can find links to all the June entries in the Trackbacks and Comments at the end of the June Grantourismo Competition post. Details for the July competition coming next…

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Tokyo Take-Homes: Stationery Souvenirs

Stationery makes a terrific souvenir, especially for long-term travellers, because it’s not only pretty, but it’s practical, affordable, and weighs nothing at all.

I’m an incessant scribbler, so wherever I go, I’ll buy a few notebooks. Postcards also make a light souvenir for the kilo-conscious traveller. I also use postcards as ‘thank you’ cards and to send ‘home’ with gifts. Notepaper always comes in handy and gimmicky cards like the sumo wrestler cut-out card and the fan card, above, make presents in themselves. Stationery stores in Tokyo also sell calendars, address books, calligraphy sets, fans, boxes, knick-knacks, and these days even mouse pads.

The Japanese are masters at creating paper or washi – the finest paper of all that’s almost like fabric – and creating things with paper, and Kyukyodo are the specialists with a long tradition of producing exquisite paper products. They opened their first store in Kyoto in 1663 and their Tokyo shop in 1880 in the same location as the current Ginza store, where I bought most of the lovely things above. The same family still owns the business too! Kyukyodo is always busy with Japanese, including kimono-clad women stocking up on washi paper and seasonal cards. They also wrap beautifully so when they ask you if it’s a gift say it is even if it isn’t!

I bought some wonderful postcards of woodblock prints, also above, which you can find at Kyukyodo and Tokyu Hands, as well as museum gift shops. You’ll also find old and new prints at Hara Shobo in the booksellers’ district, and, if you’re after collector’s quality prints, from Ebisu-Do Gallery which also sells reproductions by the likes of Harunobu, Hiroshige and Hokusai.

You can also buy stationery at Tokyo department stores Mitsukoshi, Matsuzakaya, and Matsuya, as well as Tokyu Hands and Loft at Shibuya-ku.

Where do you like to buy stationery in Tokyo? All tips welcome in the Comments below.

Looking for Tokyo souvenir ideas? Do take a look at my other posts on Tokyo take-homes, including Quintessential Keepsakes, Supermarket Snack Food Souvenirs, and Kitsch Keepsakes for Kids.

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