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Ranní běh přes Golden Gate

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Na světě není slavnější most než Golden Gate. Impozantní brána do Sanfrancické zátoky byla uvedena do provozu ke konci května 1937, výstavba trvala necelých 53 měsíců. Dle názoru odborníka by dnes šlo maximálně o pár měsíců kratší dobu.

Při letošním měsíčním pobytu v San Francisku a okolí se mi konečně poštěstilo a lehce přes 2700 metrů dlouhý Golden Gate jsem si po ránu parkrát tam a zpátky přeběhl. Byl to opravdu zážitek, který každému doporučuji. Není to sice nejzdravější, ale o to úchvatnější.

Člověk na mostě spatří detaily, které neznají ani místní. Na pár fotografiích jsem se je pokusil zaznamenat.

 

 

 

Golden State Warriors versus Cleveland Cavaliers

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Sehnat dobré lístky na zápas Golden State Warriors proti Cleveland Cavaliers, v současné době dvou nejlepších týmu basketbalové NBA, je samo o sobě celkem událost. Mě se to krátce před odletem do San Franciska podařilo. Zápas v oaklandské Oracle Areně proběhl 25. prosince. Devátá řada uprostřed oproti lavičkám obou týmu slibovala parádní podívanou.

Zápas v žádném případě nezklamal, Warriors po 48 minutách čistého času vyhráli 89 ku 83. Rozhodl jejich vyrovnanější tým. Největším zážitkem ale rozhodně bylo sledovat pohyb a hru LeBrona Jamese, frontmana Cavs. Hrající legenda NBA dala nejvíc bodů a v pomyslném souboji porazila poněkud nudného lídra válečníků Stephena Curryho. Dva lístky mě přišly na bezmála 2500 dolarů. Vydané pěníze považuji za velmi dobrou investici.

 

 

 

Do we really know from where we came from?

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From our miserable hotel to the Makassar airport is supposed to be just about 5-6 hours. Since nothing keeps us here, not even „a breakfast“ we use the calling for early morning prayer of the neighboring mosque to get up. Just taking a shower, throwing our stuff in the duffle bags, and by 6am we are on the road again. Not so much that we are looking for extending stay at the airport.

We want to stop on our way in a place you probably never heard of, and probably you never will, BUT if you ever heard of beautiful rock paintings of Altamira or Lascaux you may want to read this. Barely an hour from Makassar Airport we turn right into a flat valley full of green rice fields where today people works their land to make living. All surrounded by limestone towers. Safely hidden behind the wall of disinterested locals are few caves. In 1950 a Dutch couple discovered in them paintings of wild pigs and human stencils. How old they were? Nobody dared to estimate more than 10,000 years because nobody expected paintings could survive this climate in very shallow caves! OK, but even if they are just 10,000 years old we still HAVE to see them! And we did. They are truly amazing!

You bet they were worthy of any minute we spent there instead of waiting for our flights in the Makassar. They were late anyway!!! What we have to know now how really old are they? Let us go back to the Dutch couple (Mr. van Heekeren and Miss van Heeren for the record) doing their pioneering work. They did not have tools we do have today and guessing from historical records of male professors doing their field work while being supported by a young attractive female assistant full of admiration they might have other vested interests than guessing how old is the pig in the cave! But if other scientists would not question the judgment of this remote couple, I definitely WOULD and thanks God there were others. Not just me!

Today we we know that the paintings of pigs or whatever animals are depicted here were made with the natural mineral pigment ochre – probably ironstone haematite – which the hunter-gatherers ground to a powder and mixed with water or other liquids to create paint. Maroon red dye is almost impossible to erase. Damn it, can you imagine somebody doing that today? Probably not. What about 10,000 years ago? Are you crazy? But as I wrote above, never trust anybody, and as my wife keep saying „Especially not a married man!“ as Mr. Van Heekeren was. 60 years or so later, finally a co-ed team (here we go again!) of scientists did what should have been done long time ago. And results? Absolutely stunning!!! Fresh analysis of the pictures by this team shocked researchers by dating one hand marking to be at least 39,999 years old (those guys must be good in shoe pricing as well), and two paintings of animals, a pig-deer or babirusa (sorry, never heard of and corroborate on it), and another animal, probably a wild pig, to at least 35,400 and 35,700 years ago respectively!!!! If this is true, we have two groups of artists (one in Western Europe and another group in Sulawesi, roughly 7 time zones apart) INDEPENDENTLY on each other producing art on the level superior to what we can see today in Galleries of Contemporary Art around California! It means our descendants were artists BEFORE they left Africa. They were not just dumb bi-pedals picking up insects, nuts and bottom of the food chain garbage. And waiting for the Big Bang of their artistic skills only after reaching today France. And its art and creativity stimulating wine! They were artists before they crossed Deserts of Sinai! Or Red Sea, sorry Mr.Ten Amendments!

This is absolutely revolutionary! But before you throw your support behind this theory I would caution you as our experience with many similar theories keeps teaching us so far. Remember butter/margarine story! Or another one, this is my personal one. A theory that my famous countrymen, a musician, a traveler, a philosopher, a true renaissance man (his name was Jára da Cimrman) was involved in the Ferdinand de Lessepse infamous first attempt to dig a ditch later called Da Panama Canal. This theory came to a sudden collapse after Jára’s pair of rubber boots was discovered in the roof storage area of his birth place cabin in the small mountain village of Bohemia. After Czech Academy of Sciences special lab did carbon testing of the cow shit found in his rubber boot soles it was confirmed that this material originated somewhere in Americas on or about August 6, 1902 plus minus 200 YEARS! Not really a proof the theory supporters were looking for.

So be patient, my dear girls. You may be among the first people to see on those photos of mine the oldest art in the history of human mankind. But we may need more than what is scientifically proven so far. No matter how encouraging it may look!

 

Thanksgiving Holiday should be peaceful without a drop of blood. Part 2

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In some villages we could see another piece of history of Torajan people’s love affair with death, burials and other stuff I consider related to formaldehyde business such as beautiful megaliths making Toraja land almost in the same league with Stonehenge mystic. In many other places we could have seen Torajan tribe’s creativity as they were running out of natural cave supply used in more ancient history of this nation. So they created the man made caves by carving them into the boulders of various sizes as they were thrown downhill by many volcanoes of Central Sulawesi making this area not only an ideal cemetery but natural fertile land providing for happy life of those still living

But most of the day we simply enjoyed sharing with people in the countryside their everyday activities such as carving and painting panels for their new family granary as well as bathing their family buffalo. By the end of the day we just could not help and kept asking our driver and the guide to stop at the edge of the narrow winding mountain road and enjoyed the views of Torajan lovely mountain countryside.

 

Another strange day on the road

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This was the day I have been preparing myself for mentally for last few months. Toraja land and Toraja people is the place where traditions survive the onslaught of „modern“ era. And this was the main reason we came here: To see them, and let’s be honest, it was not always easy to watch. I have to say that we have for our stay in Toraja land an excellent local guide with a comfortable car and driver. Otto, the guide, was carefully selected by mom, and she did a great job in getting somebody to learn more and understand as much as possible. Because what we can see here is so unusual we can hardly find anywhere else. If I thought the visits of the local markets may have prepared me for what we saw today I was a little bit too optimistic. Toraja people, similarly to many small entities (Jews, Koreans to mention just a few), in their quest of cultural survival, hold to their family and clan structure through sticking to their customs and traditions no matter how bizarre they may be for outsiders. And here I am stunned (mom was much better prepared) thrown into the middle of one of the most important Toraja festivities. The celebration of one of the clan elders who actually passed away 2 years ago, but was kept embalmed at home. Now the process of healing of his immediate family with his departure has come to an end. Now he can be buried, nobody cries anymore and let us throw a party. And what a party it was!

The clan’s plaza surrounded by their traditional houses which serve as granaries or their residential homes, is a place where clan hosts thousands of members from the village as well as the faraway places of Toraja land. They meet and throughout the party they talk and strengthen the clan member relationship. All of them in black outfits they execute this idea in a rather gruesome manner. What can be described very gently as sacrifice (as in many religion is) here in Toraja land it is a merciless slaughter of a hundred of pigs and a little bit less of buffaloes. Being a descendant of the village butcher’s family, my grandfather and uncle of maternal lineage where members of this profession, I saw some of this trade when growing up in my land of ancestors. But I was unprepared for this. To my surprise mom clearly was! For me it was a strange contrast of the beautiful architecture of the granaries and casual cruelty of this massacre as I would see it. I had a hard time to keep my composure as I was trying to document the artistry of the traditional granaries while kicking over the animals waiting to be paraded in the procession in front of the casket followed by their last moment of life.

Regarding buffaloes they seem approaching their fate with resignation and in peace. Maybe they understood their significance of being a vehicle for varying the souls to the Land of Ancestors. But pigs? They must be smart cookies and they knew pretty well what is coming and let their executioners know about it. Loudly. No matter how hopeless their resistance was. They screamed. They kicked. They breath heavily as their end was approaching. No matter how much I admire Toraja people for their stubbornness to define their own destiny and their eternal love for pork bacon. And how much I hate Moslem owners of the hotels we stayed in other parts of this country to impose their „beef bacon“ culture on me, this was simply too much for me. Never ever in my life I was closer to the idea to give up on prosciutto and become a VEGETARIAN!!!

As an anticlimax to this bloodthirsty morning we visited a place where the body, soul, spirit and phantom of the deceased are put to their final rest. Toraja people do not bury their ancestor under ground. The soil is too valuable here and the place of the final rest can not disturb the life giving force with death. Instead they transfer them to the caves where their descendants can still visit them and be with them. To my own surprise I did enjoy this calm and kind moment of the day tremendously as my intention to convert to vegetarianism weakened with more urgent ideas for upcoming dinner. At the end of this story I would like to state that I was very careful in selection of photos to show only those you may feel comfortable with.

Good night, nice dreams!

Thanksgiving Holiday should be peaceful without a drop of blood

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Amen, it was!

We spent this day by observing the beauty of the mountain landscape, traditional Torajan architecture, its history and artistry of weavers and builders. As we moved throughout the north of Toraja land we discovered the traditional architecture is not a museum. It is a living feature of the life here as we were passing village after village with traditional Torajan housing prevailing style of housing with new houses under construction in most of locations we visited. You cannot help but admire the construction technique, the workmanship, methods of measurement and surveying as I discuss them with young master builder. However critical I may have been to absolute lack of empathy and compassion with suffering of butchered animals, you cannot see their ability to keep their culture, custom and lifestyle successfully intact and free of undue external influence. Damn the government in Jakarta, damn the rest of Indonesia, damn Sulawesi! What really matters is my clan!!!!!

In the shade of some of the village granaries we found weavers adjacent frequently to the shops offering the fabrics and even interesting antiques so observing their craft was immediately followed by the frontal attack by business people in charge of selling no matter what and for how much. God bless them!

Tracking Komodo Dragons

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Komodo is a relatively small island , separated from much larger island of Flores by the Lintah Strait. A treacherous body of water where whirlpools created by mixing waters of Indian and Pacific Oceans can make divers fight hard to save their lives. So what can you do if not diving in manta and turtle infested waters around Komodo? Go on the island tracking the great attraction of the National Park, a rather weird remnant of dinosaurs age, an animal aptly called „Komodo Dragon“.

You better start early because November is the hottest month of the year in Komodo with temperatures reaching 100F=40C. And so we did. Jumping off the boat after a pleasant night spent on the deck in protected Sabita Bay. At the Park Ranger Station we paid the entrance fee and picked up the young tracker to chase Komodo Dragons and other animals of the island: deer and wild pigs. It is about 7:30am and the air is already gone heating up over the coastal flatland as mom and tracker push mercilessly forward. Nothing can stop us in our quest to see Komodo Dragons. Those animals are no funny geckos on steroids. While they can reach the age of 60, dragons of more than 3m or 10ft length are quite common. People and dragons exercise mutual respect as both are carnivors but of the large animals living on the island they prefer deer over wild pigs. Majority population of large island of Flores are Christians so they joke about Komodo Dragons being Muslims for their distaste of wild pigs. If dragons kill the deer they frequently overstuff themselves and for a day or two they barely move until they at least partially digest their kill.

And this is our chance to find them. As we proceed on the trail we see in the bushes deer in small groups carefully watching us and testing our intentions as humans probably have a bad reputation just as the dragons. Less frequently we see wild pigs of more then decent size as they enjoy low status on the dragon priority list. As we move further into island’s interior, Mom the tracker points out to the rest of our group evidence of this strange animal in the trail dust.

What looks more or less like ashes of the last night’s fire place are piles of dragon poop in which we can find pieces of deer bones. What may look like bicycle tire imprints in the dirt of our trail are actually dragon tail prints. Finally the dragon footprints fill us with hope that the creature may not be far away. And here he is finally. Thankfully not very aggressive as he tries to clear out safely before we get too close to him.

And then he disappears in the safety of the bush and we can walk back to the jetty where our boat is waiting for us.

Let’s go diving again. It is too hot here!

The last day of diving Komodo and mantas

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The first signs of rising sun after pleasantly cold night on the top deck. The smell of coffee from the boat kitchen. Mom wakes up, stretches and we are ready to go. Another day in El Paradiso. At 5:30, the skipper starts the engine to get to our first diving spot before somebody else takes it. Batu Balung. (Island with Hole).

We leave early, just a cup of coffee or tea, a biscuit or two. The breakfast comes after our dive. This is not a cruise, it is not about comfort. It is the world of diving fanatics. Everything is driven by the next dive. And the next dive. And on and on and on. Our dive master, Ed Statham, 42 years old English expat, lives here for over 5 years. First he built a dive center on a small island living in a palapa for 2 1/2 years. His Swedish girlfriend left after 3 months. Founded his diving company, Wunderpus with two great boats. Now has a new girlfriend Naomi, half German (father) and half Japanese (mother), living and working as a buyer for IKEA in Tokyo while trying to complete her dive master course with Ed, her boyfriend. Her roommate fromTokyo, Korean girl Dahe, is here too. She can’t swim but she does not mind snorkeling and she even tried diving. Altogether we are a nice mix of nationalities, no two of us sharing the same roots leading to great discussions over the „dining table“.

Before going to the water Ed tells me what he plans to do in our next dive. I am extremely lucky since I am the only certified Open Water Diver on board so I get all possible and impossible attention which serves me well. Ed is extremely knowledgeable and experienced dive master, he knows local diving sites well, so I learn a lot during those 3 days with him on the boat. On many dives we are joined by Naomi so having one dive master on the left and another on the right does not leave any room for my mistakes BUT…..

The first day, and during our 3rd dive, after an incredibly exciting dive with frolicking mantas a pretty terrible thing happened to all three of us. We were diving in Lintah Strait between Komodo and Flores Island. This a very narrow straight connecting Indian and Pacific Oceans and currents are pretty wild here. After we came to the surface we were dragged into a humungous whirlpool with a strong downward current in the eye of the whirlpool. I, as the least experience diver, I fill usually my BCD with air, to make my life on the surface as comfortable as possible. Thanks to this I got spit out off the whirlpool after a few minutes of struggle, but Ed and Naomi stayed in the whirlpool eye way too long. For me it was a scare of my life to see Ed, with 3,500 dives to fight for his and Naomi’s life until our bloody boat made it through currents close enough to throw them a rope and pull them and me on the deck.

Meanwhile, mom and Dahe were snorkeling alone and separately some half a mile away. What can I tell you, it was a scare of my life until we pulled first Dahe, she lost one of her fins, and finally mom. She was, thanks God, in relatively calm waters sheltered by the island. Hurrah! We came finally together as the sun set and, as it happens in the tropics, darkness came very fast. The dinner, and a celebratory drink of cider, were both well deserved. And for me to realize that the danger of diving does not come necessarily from the depth!

So do not worry, we are well and safe. As a result take the pictures of our peaceful life on the boat. I will be sending you some selected videos of hundreds I shot with my GoPro while diving. It is incredible place and my writing would not do any justice to what we saw here. And with mom well massaged for more than an hour in the local spa we more than enjoy great dinner of squid in the Fish Market. All is well and tomorrow we fly to our next diving location in Manado on northern shore of Sulawesi.

Říjnové zimní pozorování polární záře na severu Norska

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Při plánování letošní dvoutýdenní cesty na sever Norska a Finska jsme se s manželkou rozhodli pro variantu, která odpovídá následujícím kritériím: navštívit místa, která jsou na okraji zájmu cestovatelů, a vydat se na cestu v době nástupu zimy a tedy minima turistů. Následující řádky nejsou věnovány popisu ubytovacích zařízení a servisu, ale ojedinělým zážitkům.

Celá oblast Finnsmarky a severního Laponska v oblasti Ivala je charakteristická rozlehlostí, nízkou koncentrací osídlení (vyjma pobřeží) a tím pádem i velmi omezeným rozsahem služeb. Tato skutečnost se ještě více umocňuje po sezóně, kdy mnohá ubytovací zařízení a služby pro cestovatele jsou de facto zavřeny. S tímto musíte počítat při přípravě vybavení a harmonogramu trasy. V opačném případě budete pouze přejíždět desítky (možná stovky) kilometrů od ubytování k ubytování. Při plánování treků je třeba mít na zřeteli, že mapy nejsou příliš dostupné a žádná z nich neobsahuje kompletní topografické zaznačení všeho, co je pro orientaci v terénu potřeba. Proto je nejlepší využít server ut.no, kde jsou zaznačeny téměř všechny turistické trasy v Norsku a to jak oficiální, tak od nadšenců.

V první části našeho pobytu jsme se vydali z Kirkenes (nejvýchodnějšího norského přístavu s významným hnědouhelným dolem a též místa, kde kvete prostituce díky téměř zanedbatelné vzdálenosti od Ruska) na trojmezí zemí Norska, Finska a Ruska. Procestovali jsme v Norsku již mnohé kouty, ale tento je ten nejvíce divoký a netknutý. Jedná se o národní park Pasvik, který je obklopen Ruskem a Finskem a cesta do Kirkenes trvá dobré tři hodiny jízdy autem po zpevněné a nezpevněné cestě s výmoly. Při pozorování hraniční řeky s mezi Ruskem a Norskem jsme byli po krátké chvíli zastaveni norským policistou s upozorněním, že se nemáme přibližovat hranici, aby nedošlo zbytečně k incidentu s ruskou stranou. Toto doporučení nám dají též norští vojáci v pravidelných intervalech střežící hranici na cestě ke zmíněnému trojmezí. To je samo o sobě zajímavým místem – jedná se o jediné místo, kde lze tak blízko vidět střet západního světa s tím východním. Finsko má vytvořené 4 km široké pásmo, do kterého lze vstoupit pouze na základě povolení. Opět jsme upozorněni na fakt, že se nemáme přibližovat k ruskému území, neboť celá oblast je monitorována.

Ve druhé části naší cesty se přesouváme do Finska do národního parku Lemmenjoki, ve kterém využíváme chat určených pro cestovatele. Na třídenním treku opět potkáváme celkem 6 osob – lovce, který nás upozorňuje na zhoršení počasí a zlatokopy stahující se na zimu z „hor“. Dále zažíváme silnou polární záři, a to za úplňku, což vytváří opravdu nezaměnitelný pohled na noční krajinu. Druhý den jsme byli skutečně nuceni podniknout návrat za intenzivního celodenního sněžení.

Tento fakt nám výrazně ztížil další vývoj cesty. Jelikož sníh pokryl všechny orientační body na stezkách ve Finnsmarce, byli jsme nuceni naši cestu vést metodou pokus – omyl. I přes několik vytipovaných výletů jsme nebyli příliš úspěšní v rozeznávání cesty a nemáme lyže nebo sněžnice (nepředpokládali jsme potřebu tohoto vybavení na počátku října). Po dvou zoufalých pokusech o nástup na stezku v blízkosti Karasjoku jsme se rozhodli pro přesun k Nordkappu. Ačkoli jsme tak původně nechtěli učinit, rozhodnutí jsme rozhodně nelitovali. Podařilo se nám zastihnout polární záři přímo na liduprázdném Nordkappu, který byl k tomu ještě pokryt sněhovou pokrývkou. Nordkapp leží na ostrově Magerøya, který s pevninskou Evropou spojuje 6,9 km dlouhý podmořský tunel, dosahující hloubky až 212 m pod hladinou moře.

Jelikož se pravidelně vydáváme do Norska nebo Švédska v zimě na běžky či sněžnice, cesta byla pro nás vítanou ochutnávkou zimy. Cestu lze jedině doporučit těm, kterým nevadí občasné nepohodlí, které je ale vykoupené prvotřídními přírodními úkazy a možností procestovat část Norska, která je vším jen ne tím klasickým Norskem.

Parádní místo na konci světa

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Martinhal Family Hotels & Resorts leží těsně před městečkem Sagres. Kdysi dávno známý konec světa leží na úplném jihozápadě portugalské provincie Algarve. Martinhal s historií teprve od podzimu 2010 patří podle mnohých hodnocení mezi vůbec nejlepší evropské rodinné resorty. Rozsáhlý areál je tvořen hotelem, desítkami vil, více než 150 domky a townhousy. Pro testovací pobyt jsem vybral Pinewood House se dvěma ložnicemi, dvěma koupelnami, velkým obývacím pokojem s kuchyní, terasou, bazeném 8×4 metrů a malou zahradou. Potěšilo především pravidelné čištění bazénu.

Součástí resortu je několik bazénů pro děti i dospělé, tři restaurace, dětský klub, atrakce pro děti, tenisové kurty, půjčovna kol, dva bary, obchod s potravinami a oblečením, příjemné spa a velmi krásná zákoutí. Čistá architektura nízkopodlažních domků a dřevěnného/kamennému hotelu dodává každému návštěvníkovi Martinhalu velmi příjemný pocit a jakousi touhu se na místo opět vrátit. Kouzlo místa spočívá i v tom, že je zcela pusto návštěvníků z východní Evropy. Dominují Britové a Irové. V menšině jsou Němci a Francouzi.

Servis je příjemný a nevtíravý. Kromě hotelu každá ubytovací jednotka disponuje vlastní kuchyní. Každý si tedy může vařit sám. Ale má i možnost využívat jednu z restaurací. Všude je čisto, zaměstnanci resortu jsou pohotoví, vstřícní a pracovití.

K resortu přináleží pláž Martinhal, v dosahu půl hodiny autem se nachází zhruba desítka opravdu parádních pláží. Na téměř každou z nich stojí za to vyrazit. Při cestě zpět určitě doporučuji navštívit lokální restaurace s ochotným personálem a velmi chutnou stravou. Lidé jsou všude přátelští a v zásadě všude se domluvíte anglicky.

Martinhal Family Hotels & Resorts rozhodně doporučuji k návštěvě rodinám s dětmi. V Evropě patří v tomto ohledu určitě k pěti nejlepším adresám. Příjemné spočnutí zde najdou i páry či jednotlivci. Výhledy jsou parádní, vůně bylin, v čele s rozmarýnem, omamné. Měsíční pobyt určitě stojí za to.