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Fair warning: This post contains adult-themed material. But don’t worry, this is aPG13 blog after all, so “adult” advisories can be taken lightly. (Note: the show I am about to discuss IS intended for audiences 18+ years). Oh yes, and be warned, this post is gay. VERY gay.
So here it goes. I went to see Bathhouse: The Musical!, at a small theatre in Vauxhall, London. The show was put on by an amateur theatre production, but was originally created in Orlando nearly a decade ago. There were parts I enjoyed about the production, and while some parts of it could definitely be polished up, it was a good show over all.
The Theatre: Above the Stag Theatre
First of all I want to rave on about this small theatre a little, as I really liked it. The theatre, built under a railway arch in Vauxhall, an area in inner / southern London. Building businesses under railway arches is quite common in the UK, but for me, begin a foreigner, this still seems fascinating and quirky.
Above the Stag Theatre has a welcoming foyer / bar at the entrance, in which the theatre goers can enjoy drinks and conversation before and after the show, as well as on intermissions. As the place is quite small, it creates a cool, intimate atmosphere, that is great for interacting with others.
Decor is quite simplistic, mostly consisting of a few pieces of black and white furniture, with walls decorated with the posters of previous shows running at the theatre. The bar is quite well stocked (given the size of the venue).
The theatre portion itself, in a room adjacent, is small enough to tightly fit 60 seats, with a stage that is at the same level as the first row of seats. The theatre is small enough that it works well with the acoustics of the shows, projecting the sounds without much need for sound equipment. Being built under a railway arch, every so often it’s possible to hear a train transiting above the stage, but again, I found this more fascinating than distracting!
I’d definitely be up for visiting Above the Stag again.
Bathhouse: The Musical!
The musical is obviously a gay-themed musical, set nowhere else than in a gay bathhouse. Not being a personal huge fan of SIPV, I got to admit that I was a little skeptical about the premise of the show, but it was funny enough to enjoy – if you take it lightly, and come in with the expectation that the content in the musical will not change your life.
The set of the musical is very simple, mostly consisting of a backdrop of showers, two benches which were moved around pretty much for every scene to fit the needs of the choreography, and a few lockers. Costume-wise, apart from the beginning 2-minutes in which the main characters are introduced, most of the costumes consist of white towels in the first half of the show, and brightly coloured towels (with each of the five characters donning a colour), for the second half of the show. A last costume of incredibly gaudy sequins-covered towels were used after the show for the ‘encore.’ Oh yes, and let;s not forget a little bit of PG13 nudity added to the mix.
Without giving too much away, the musical follows Billy, a young boy who is discovering the bathhouse for the first time. He is looking to find the man of his dreams, but soon discovers that most of the goers are there for less permanent relationships. Through his time there, he gets to know a few of the characters, with special affection for Maurice, who isn’t really in an emotional place to be the man who Billy needs (insert plot twist). The other three characters help to move the story ahead, but are not crucial to the main storyline.
Being a musical, a large portion of Bathhouse consists of music. Many of the songs are downright silly, with enough composition to make them work, but lacking any sort of meaningful content. However, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t actually really enjoy some of the songs. The song “The Steamroom” which is sang along to the tune of loud exhalation (much like people actually do while relaxing inside steam rooms), is probably one of the sexiest songs I’ve heard in my life. Likewise, the song “Lonely Love Song” had enough heart in it to actually move me.
Then there were the really silly ones, like “The Bathhouse ABCs” which is mostly an attempt at throwing in stereotypical gay jokes; “Clickin’ for Dick,” a country song (and dance) about looking for action on grindr /scruff / tindr/ etc.; “Bear chaser” about a …. well, kind of self-explanatory; and “Penises are Like Snowflakes,” which talk about how different and unique every penis is!
The singing on this specific production was mostly good, although there were many parts where the voices of the actors could be polished. In my opinion, two of the supporting cast (David “the married guy” and Teddy “the party boy”) had the best voices and were able to hold on to their notes at different pitches. Billy the main character was good at times, but I felt his voice cracked much too often when he tried to sing higher than his voice allowed. Maurice, the love-interest and main supporting character, also had on and off times, while the fifth guy (whom I’ve learned is not part of the original script) had some great numbers, which probably worked mainly because the theatre is quite small.
Along with catchy tunes, no musical would ever be complete without some dancing. As a whole, the best choreography for this show was the country dancing along to “Clickin’ for Dick,” although I also liked the workout dance routine for “The Workout,” in which David sings about transforming from a “fat gay” to a “god” through constant exercise.
A number that could really have been much sexier than it was is “Seduction Tango,” in which Billy and Maurice performed a tango while they sang two versions of the same song: about their individual intentions with each other (Billy to fall in love with him, Maurice to have a one-night stand). I personally felt the tango could have been much spicier, and better executed.
Other parts of the choreography to me seemed just messy, not only in the execution, but the way the actors were expected to dance altogether. Not calling myself an expert theatre-goer, but I have gone to enough musicals (including multiple amateur shows like this, which I’d say were a step up) to know that jazz fingers are never cool, no matter how camp you want to make the routine!
After the show ended, the cast existed the stage and returned for an encore, which happened to be a medley of every song that formed part of the musical. While I do appreciate an encore, I found singing the whole thing again kinda took away from the experience and although it was a second laugh to sing the funny part of the songs again, I’m not so sure it was highly necessary (especially with over-the top camp added to the dancing, and costumes consisting of sequins-covered towels).
The show was camp and entertaining, and although not incredibly revolutionary, it was a good time. The show does rely heavily on stereotypical gay jokes, but if taken lightly, it’s possible to find a little bit of heart under all the rainbows.
Bathhouse: The Musical has been extended to run at Above the Stag Theatre until mid August, and I do recommend you go see it if you’re feeling a little gay and want an inappropriate laugh.
Check out http://www.abovethestag.com/ to buy tickets for this and other shows.
My Rating: 3½ stars
London’ s South Bank is host this summer to the Love Festival, a celebration of food, drink, theatre and, well, love. Perhaps the best part of the Love Festival (as far as I know, anyhow) is the London Wonderground, a side festival that celebrates the underbelly art of cabaret, burlesque and circus.
The London Wonderground grounds are made to resemble an old fair / amusement park, with old-style wooden bumper carts acting as two-seater chairs. Other patio chairs and tables and picnic tables offer additional seating, while higher table surfaces provide more gathering places for visitors standing up.
The grounds are enclosed by wooden walls, all of which are neatly decorated with old circus posters, and of course, there is a large bar on one of the walls, providing liquid refreshments to visitors (and pizza, in case you get the munchies after a beer or two!).
Yesterday I went with my work team to see the show Limbo at the London Wonderground, a jaw-dropping mix of circus and cabaret that is equal parts acrobatics, laughs, music and sensuality… with a bit extra sensuality added, just for kicks.
The stage for Limbo, which has an entrance from the main Wonderground fair grounds, resembles an old style circus tent. A circular stage in the middle of the tent is surrounded by arena seating, while the outskirt of the tent have booths, perfect for groups (that’s where we sat!). Despite the tent not being overly high, nor too big, the experience was just as incredible as any Cirque du Soleil show I’ve ever seen!
LIMBO The Show
The show started with a bang with an incredible music score that set the tone for the evening (quite literally, as the same song in different reincarnations kept seeping throughout the show. The second number went into a completely different direction, which to be honest had me ordering if the show would suck. Glad to announce, it didn’t!
Limbo included classical circus tricks reminiscent of old-time circuses, including a contortionist (who happens to be a man), a fire breather / sword swallower (who happens to be a girl), and heart-racing acrobatics that had me on the edge of my seat through most of the show. In between acrobatic numbers, the cast showed other talents such as playing instruments (including an accordion and a big wind instrument that I honestly can’t identify), tap dancing, singing, magic tricks, and even comedy.
The acrobatics, which at times defied what I would have imagined humans were capable of achieving with their bodies, were accompanied by an original score that is rhythmic and fun. Strong notes of electronics and club beats mixed in with hip-hop elements to create a sound that’s unique. The music was sometimes fitting – as in the number “watch me fall,” which accompanied a number in which an acrobat climbed up and down a large pole in the centre of the stage, purposefully falling from the top, before stopping himself); and sometimes simply silly and playful.
Limbo loosely followed a story in which a group of individuals are stuck in a sort of purgatory (or Limbo, perhaps), and aimlessly try to accomplish goals – whether it is a jail escape (with the most incredible hand-stands I’ve ever seen), or getting it on with someone they fancy (a comical break in which two people just can’t seem to get naked enough for it).
To put it all together, the show wasn’t purely acrobatics, but also had a strong element of cabaret to it, which gave it a more sensual edge (a bit reminiscent of Cirque du Soleil’s Zumanity in Las Vegas). The cast flirted with each other, with the spectators, and with inanimate objects (read: the fire breather virtually getting off by rubbing fire against her body); the acrobats are not only incredibly talented, but also quite beautiful (boys and girls alike); and the costumes are less, circus-leotard and more cabaret-chic. To please my gay readers, there is also an element of bisexuality to the show, which is quite sexy… but I won’t give much more away, as you should go see the show!
Limbo is in fact SO GOOD that this is its second year running in the London Wonderground, back due to popular demand. The show debited for the first time at last year’s Wonderground before embarking on an international tour… and if the show I watched is anything to go by, I would expect Limbo to go abroad again after this year’s stint in London is over!
The entrance to the Wonderground itself is free and is open seven days a week. Limbo is on every evening from Tuesday through Sunday until the 17th of August 2014, with additional matinée shows on weekends. Tickets start at £20 per person. Check out tickets for this and other shows at their website:
On a previous post, I mentioned that during my stay in Amsterdam, Netherlands, I took a couple of excursions out of the city, to explore other parts of the country.
First, I visited some small fishing towns and the countryside in North Holland, which gave me a completely different impression of what the Netherlands is all about.
In yet another contrast, I went on an excursion to explore some of the country’s other major cities.
The city of Rotterdam is the second-largest city in the Netherlands (after Amsterdam). Although the two cities are less than 80km apart geographically, they couldn’t be any further apart in the way they look and feel.
While Amsterdam remained relatively unscathed after WWII, Rotterdam suffered extensive damage. Most of the city’s beautiful, centuries-old architecture was completely demolished during bomb raids, leaving nothing but a flat canvas to be re-imagined after the war.
The city took up to the challenge, and over the decades following the war, has rebuilt a modern city with some of the most eye-catching architecture I’ve ever seen. From the Erasmus Bridge, which was designed taking inspiration from a swan, to the incredibly quirky ‘Cube Houses,’ Rotterdam is pushing forward on the design of atypical architecture… and somehow making it all work together!
As I visited Rotterdam as part of a multi-city one-way excursion, I didn’t get the chance to explore the city as much as I’d like to, but I did get to get a taste for the city. Perhaps the best part of my visit was the ride up to the Euromast, an observation tower which provides visitors 360 degree views of the city from 100 metres above ground.
A much smaller city, Delft retains the authentic character of Dutch architecture. Like Amsterdam, Delft is a city built along a series of scenic canals, which make it a beautiful place to see. Delft is small enough to be explored by foot in a few hours, with most of the points of interest being located around the main square.
Delft is probably best known for the famous Dutch Delft Blue Pottery, an art which started in the 1500s, inspired by Chinese porcelain. Only ceramics, handmade and hand painted, in the city of Delft, are approved (by the Dutch Royal family nonetheless!) as official Delft Blue Pottery. During my visit to the city, I got to take a tour inside one of the factories, and see how the ceramics were handcrafted, hand painted, and fired.
The tour I took to southern Holland also included a drive around The Hague, the country’s other Capital City (Amsterdam and The Hague both share being a capital). Although I got to see the Parliament Building, the World Peace Memorial, and drive around the embassies of many countries, It was just a quick drive around the city aboard a coach, so I can’t honestly say I’ve been to The Hague!
Although packing three cities into a one-day tour doesn’t provide enough time to see it all, this tour was great at giving me a taste of the Netherlands, outside of Amsterdam. It is great to see the contrast between cities that are so close to each other geographically, but completely different from one another. This tour cost €54, including the entrance to the observation deck at Euromast.
A few months ago, my good friend Erik Carlson, a real estate agent in Vancouver, interviewed me about my experience living in London England, vs my life in Vancouver Canada as part of his quarterly newsletter.
It’s a pretty nifty interview if I do say so myself, so I figured I’d share it with you!
Name: Claus Gurumeta
Where I Live Now: London, England, UK
My ‘Must-Do’ List:
- London has an impressive array of museums to satisfy everyone’s interests: from art (classic, modern, contemporary), to natural history, to historical jewels, weaponry, and fashion, you’ll find a museum in London. Most impressively, most museums are free of charge!
- Explore one of London’s many markets, whether it is the weekend markets in Brick Lane, or the daily markets of Brixton or Camden, they are a must-do!
- London’s pub-culture is impressive, with a multitude of different pubs anywhere you look. Definitely try out a few, and taste the local room-temperature ales for a change!
Insider Tips: If you plan to catch a musical in the West End, pre-buy your tickets to get the seats you want! Yes, you can sometimes buy discounted tickets on the day of the show, but you’ll end up with the worst seats in the house, and still pay for it. Also, don’t be afraid to walk off the main tourist areas and try a local pub for lunch (or for beers); there are so many great options around the city that there is no reason to stick to the tourist traps. If you see a recommendation in your Lonely Planet guidebook, do yourself a favour and skip it!
My Biggest Struggle Here: Shopping for specialty groceries. It is impressive, despite being such similar cultures, how hard it is to find certain ingredients which are easily found at home!
In Vancouver I Lived In:North Vancouver
What I Miss Most About Vancouver: Sushi! Other than Japan, every other destination I’ve ever lived in / visited disappoints when it comes to matching Vancouver’s amazing sushi.
Favorite Place(s) To Wine, And To Dine, In Vancouver: I really like Italian Kitchen on Alberni St for a nice dinner, but mostly you’d find me chowing down on cheap eats and some beers at The Fountainhead Pub on Davie St. On a summer day, nothing beats the patio at the Cactus Club on English Bay.
Where would YOU live if you had the opportunity to move abroad?
Happy 4th of July to all my American friends; enjoy the celebrations!
Happy Canada Day 2014!
Happy Pride from London!
Yesterday, London celebrated its annual pride parade and festival, an event I have been looking forward to for a while, as it is the first time I go to a Pride festival outside of Vancouver. After so much building it up, I’m sad to say I was actually underwhelmed by the parade itself, and I ended up leaving about half way through.
Before I sound like I’m complaining too much, let me assure you I actually had a great time in Pride in London. I honestly think that I am a little jaded, after attending Vancouver Pride multiple times over the years, Pride in London just didn’t cut it for me. The reality is that Vancouver Pride is pretty freaking awesome, a parade that is getting bigger and better, and more colourful, year after year. Vancouver Pride is amongst the top most visited prides in the world, and it’s always a really fun time, and the parade does justice to such an event. Pride in London’s parade to me seemed all over the place.
The weather did not want to cooperate; aside from a couple sunny breaks, there was a downpour for most of the afternoon. Had the weather been nicer, I would have definitely stayed for the whole parade, but water was literally seeping through my umbrella, and I just didn’t feel like being there anymore.
Why didn’t I love the parade of Pride in London?
1. The barricades. Not exactly sure why they needed to barricade spectators from the parade, behind fences. I mean, I understand it is to avoid delays from people getting in the way of the parade itself, but seriously, Vancouver Pride is SO MUCH BIGGER, with a lot more attendees, and somehow there is no need to fence out the spectators. Being fenced out really made me feel like I was merely a spectator, rather than part of the event.
2. While we’re on the subject of “being a spectator,” I felt like Pride in London lacked interaction between the parade participants (the people marching / aboard floats) and the people watching the parade. Yes, many of them waved their hands, but I often felt like the participants had great banter going on amongst them, rather than connecting with the people watching. This lack of interaction made me feel even more like I was merely watching a group of people having fun, while I wasn’t really having any. I honestly feel, that the Pride in London parade simply lacked the interaction between participants and watchers, which is what makes a Pride parade fun.
3. Whatever happened to the goodies? One of my favourite part about Vancouver Pride is collecting the bead necklaces… Yes, a little Mardi Gras-wannabe, but it is amazing how much fun it is collecting bead necklaces, or temporary tattoos, or flags, throughout the parade. I enjoy going to the bars afterward and seeing everyone who attended the parade decked out with the colourful beads, and sometimes using that as a platform to begin a conversation with perfect strangers. Pride in London gave nothing away (at least not that I saw, on the part of the parade that I watched).
4. The volunteers and event managers. Yes, this event would not be possible without the time and effort put on by the people who make it happen. These people tried to ensure things would go as smoothly as possible (which didn’t really happen… see point 5 below!), and tried to be cheerful despite the rain. HOWEVER, I honestly felt like they were in the freaking way ALL THE TIME. Bad enough that we were barricaded behind the fence, but at least we had a front row, as we got there early… that was until a group of four of the parade workers decided to stand in front of us, open up their umbrellas, and cover pretty much the entire view. Many of the people around where we were asked politely if they could move a little to avoid being in the way, but the parade workers didn’t move, and seemed more interested in watching the parade themselves with their umbrellas open, so over half of our view, in the front row, was blocked.
5. The parade did not run smoothly. Every float / group of marchers would move a few metres, then stop in a standstill. I am not exactly sure what the delays were, but the portion of the parade that I attended was painful to watch. Meanwhile, the volunteers, event managers, photographers, and others who were working for the parade, had their own over-dramatic show going on. Stewards pushing through the crowd and moving one of the fences to come in and out of the street, continuously. Volunteers and managers yelling at each other from across the street. Workers running from side to side, looking severely frazzled as if whatever was happening was a life or death situation. It was a stressful behind-the-scenes situation, happening right in the spotlight, calling more attention than the parade itself, which for long periods stood still, without music, without dancing, with very few smiling faces.
The weather, as mentioned above, did not collaborate with us, and made the event a little more painful to withstand. This is obviously out of Pride in London’s control, so not something they could have fixed. As the rain started to pour, everyone’s umbrellas got on the way (as I said, even us, being first in row, had our views blocked by the umbrellas of the volunteers). My view on the front row was so bad, I couldn’t even take photos to share with you (and believe me I tried).
And now, on to the good
Alright, so I need to end this on a high note, since after all, despite a disappointing parade, I had a fantastic time at Pride! The parade was a bust, but my friends and I went to a few gay bars throughout the afternoon and into the early hours of the morning, and the Pride atmosphere was great.
To hide from the rain after leaving the parade, we headed over to Retro Bar, which quickly filled up with parade participants and watchers after the parade ended. Afterwards, when the rain subsided, we headed over to Soho, and were able to visit a few bars. The lines were crazy, and everywhere was packed, but the atmosphere was fun and happy. My favourite part about it is that Soho closed many of its streets to traffic, and the area became a huge beer garden of sorts, with everyone enjoying their drinks in the street.
The Pride in London parade could definitely become an incredible event to attend if they change a little the way they do things. The weather couldn’t be helped, but the parade could instantly become better if the procession was more fluid (fewer breaks), the participants were more interactive, and if the crew ran the parade from behind the scenes, rather than in the spotlight, overshadowing the parade itself.
And then there are bead necklaces… is it too much to ask for a little more fun?
Today is the official beginning of Summer, as we celebrate the Summer Solstice. That (usually) means one thing: MORE SUNNY DAYS!
London is incredibly beautiful in the sunshine… here’s a photo I took I took earlier this year in a sunny day. Happy Summer, an enjoy the sun today, everyone!
Earlier this month, I read a post by a fellow travel blogger about his recent experience in Jamaica, and it got me thinking back on my own travels to the island Nation. Talk about mixed feelings regarding a destination; I am unable to say I completely hated it (because there were many positives), but also unable to say I loved it (because there were likewise too many strong negatives).
Since my two trips to Jamaica, I’ve often thought about my experiences there with bittersweet feelings. I by no means regret going, but suffice it to say, I simply wouldn’t go out of my way to go back. Even if I had the opportunity, I’m not sure I would return to Jamaica. Funny thing is, it has taken me years to realize how dire the situation was, thinking back on my experiences, to realize there were perhaps more bad points than good ones about the destination itself.
But let’s go back to the beginning.
I’ve been to Jamaica twice, once to Ocho Rios with an ex in 2009, and once for a work conference in Whitehouse in 2010. I’m mostly basing my experiences on my 2009 Ocho Rios trip, as Whitehouse 2010 was mostly a conference so I was with a large group of friends and coworkers.
Jamaica definitely has its positives, but it was a major nightmare in some ways. And I’m not talking about irrational inconveniences like ants in my room, or a one-off bad-service experience. I am talking about the hard truth that Jamaica is not socially ready to be a top travel destination, in my eyes at least.
The fact is that Jamaica is a dangerous place, no matter how bright their tourism bodies try to paint it. Granted, most of the violent crime in this island Nation occurs in the capital Kingston (a city to which, realistically, virtually no traveler will ever think of visiting); yet, it is impossible to erase the fact that Jamaica is within the top most-dangerous countries in the Western Hemisphere, with some of the highest murder-rates per capita in the world. High levels of unemployment and poverty don’t do much to help; add a touch of that infamous volatile Jamaica temper, and you’re likely to encounter some sort of violence (mostly verbal threats) by simply looking at someone the wrong way, or, lets say, simply being yourself (see point one, below!)… Unless you never leave your resort.
Point one: Being gay in an openly homophobic country is scary as Hell. I can deal with places where homophobia exists, but people restrain themselves to hate me in private, or simply make derogatory comments behind my back – never fun, but I’ve learned to let things slide off my back. Going to a country where even the customs agent at the airport has the guts to tell my partner he doesn’t understand our lifestyle, and downright refuses to check my documents upon arrival, is worse. Walking through the airport humiliated after that incident, with airport workers in uniform pointing and laughing at my partner and me, making fun of us in Patois, their local language, not cool.
Let alone knowing full well I was in a country where homosexual people are brutally lynched on a regular basis and the police not only turn a blind eye to these events, but in many occasions participates in the lynching… now that is terrifying.
I knew before I went my first time, what I was getting myself into… but I was a much less experienced traveler and a much more naive young man, and so I went ahead, despite all the negatives, to a resort in one of the most homophobic countries of the Americas.
I had faith things would work out (and they did… sort of), and deep down I hoped I could return home to tell people how exaggerated the talks about homophobia in Jamaica were (which I didn’t, because they’re not).
Aside from the anti-homosexuality issues, Jamaica feels dangerous all together. Even in the more resorty areas of the country, there is an air of peril as soon as you leave the confines of the resort… or even stand too close to the border of your resort’s private beach. And who in their right mind wants to spend their vacation confined to a hotel?! Well, I’m not one for resort lounging myself, but decided I would take a different approach in Jamaica, and enjoy the resort-side of the Caribbean, rather than exploring the country itself and the culture of Jamaica (except for an excursion in Ocho Rios to go swim with dolphins, which realistically also included very little “outside of the resort” time).
So, let’s lay on the beach and enjoy our vacation shall we? well, the gun-carrying guards protecting the entrance to the resort’s private beach, constant news on the radio advising of the multiple daily murders in the island, and locals constantly arguing heatedly and loudly in public, is enough to take away any R&R you might get from laying under the sun sipping on a fruity cocktail.
Leaving Ocho Rios I was determined to only look at the good and overlook the bad, so I remember coming home thinking I loved Jamaica. The more time that goes by, the more I realize that the country really wasn’t all that great.
HAVING SAID THAT, I will have to say Jamaica’s got it going on in some ways.
Jamaica, naturally, is stunning. The mountains are incredibly green and lush, and the ocean is a stunning mix of turquoise, and blue, and green. The beaches are better in some parts than others (Ocho Rios I’d give a 5/10 in all fairness, while Whitehouse gets a proper 7/10). Lush jungles, waterfalls and rivers, and dramatic coastlines, make the Island a sight to see. Overall, based on its natural appearance, Jamaica is a gorgeous country.
Being a foodie, I also am in love with Jamaican cuisine. Everything from jerk chicken (or anything with a jerk spice, really), to ackee and salt fish, and delicious Jamaican patties (my favourite), I love the flavours of Jamaica. Goat curry? Not my cup of tea, but the point is, the food is bold and full of taste, and wonderful.
LASTLY, to contradict myself (hey, this is my blog and I’ll contradict myself if I want to!), the people of Jamaica.
While many Jamaicans, in my experience, were hostile and unwelcoming, I was lucky enough to really get to interact with a couple of Jamaicans that I absolutely loved. Yes, they were all resort workers, and yes they get paid to be nice to their guests. Even still, I returned home with two good contacts I interact with regularly to this day on Facebook.
The best part is that the Jamaicans I connected with were aware of my sexuality at the time and they were accepting of it, which makes me believe Jamaica still has potential to become a better nation that deserves the travel-hype it’s getting… but it will take time.
Have you visited Jamaica in the past? If not, would you visit? What are your experiences? Please comment below!
One of the highlights of my stop in the charming fishing village Volendam, just north of Amsterdam in North Holland, was visiting the local cheese factory.
In the factory, I saw a short and sweet demonstration of how typical Dutch cheeses are made, and then got to eat all sorts of cheese. The factory sells the cheeses as well of course, but seeing as how I was traveling to Belgium for a few days, and then going on to Turkey for three weeks, buying cheese there would not have been the best idea!
Either way I got to taste many of the different kinds of cheese that are produced locally, with local milk.Volendam’s cheese is apparently recognized as one of the Netherlands‘ best cheeses. Being an absolute cheese-lover, this visit was a little taste of Heaven!
Wooden shoes (proper name clogs) are surprisingly still worn by some people in the Netherlands in their day-to-day life. It seems incredible to me that a shoe made of wood would be comfortable enough to actually walk in, but from what I hear, they actually are incredible comfortable.
During my short visit to Marken, a small town North of Amsterdam in North Holland, I went to a clog shop in which the owner demonstrated the making of clogs. Today, the clogs are actually made by a machine (not hand-made) and a pair can be created in less than five minutes; however, the process of drying, polishing and treating the shoe to be worn after it is made, takes an additional few weeks. Furthermore, to this day, wooden shoes continue to be hand painted, so there is still a high level of craftsmanship in the trade.
Visitors to the Netherlands can easily find clogs to buy as souvenirs. The clogs, as mentioned, are actual working shoes that you can wear (although I doubt anyone would ever wear them outside of the Netherlands), but can also be used to store things like stationary or loose change, and can even be used as flower-pots!
Other clog-related souvenirs can also be bought all over the Netherlands, including t-shirts, oven mitts, aprons and underwear with clogs designs on them, or even tiny wooden clogs attached to a key chain.
Before I embarked on my adventure to Europe, I turned to twitter for tips and ideas on what to do / see / experience in the Netherlands. One of the best tips came from Vancouver-based chef Paul Mon-Kau (twitter @), who told me to get out of Amsterdam and experience other parts of the country, as a visit to Amsterdam alone does not represent everything that is the Netherlands.
Best idea ever.
As much as I loved Amsterdam, and appreciated the gorgeous architecture, the beautiful parks, and the amazing museums, I have to say one of my favourite parts of my visit to Amsterdam was, well, getting out of Amsterdam!
The Netherlands is such a diverse country with so much to see. Paul was completely right, Amsterdam, although a fantastic city in its own, does not represent the whole of the country. There are other major cities which are fantastic to add to your visit to the Netherlands (and I will speak of a few on a future post), but for now I’m going to focus on the less-developed side of the country: small fishing villages, and the country side.
The first stop, after a relaxing drive through the Dutch countryside, was in Marken, a tiny town which is built on a former island (now connected by a bridge), just North-East from Amsterdam. Marken still contains a large number of traditional wooden houses and is regarded as being one of the last remaining authentic Dutch villages, although heavy tourism traffic is accelerating its homogenization with the rest of the country.
During the stop in Marken I visited a traditional clog-maker (yes, those funny Dutch wooden shoes). The clog-maker now uses modern technology that is capable of making a pair of clogs within minutes, although it takes an additional effort to prepare the shoes to actually be worn (does anyone actually wear them anymore?), and to decorate, as they are still hand-painted.
After the visit to the clog-maker, we walked through the small town toward its beautiful waterfront, and boarded a boat to go across the inlet towards another fishing village on the other side, Volendam.
The boat ride from Marken to Volendam takes roughly half an hour, and was quite a scenic ride on a sunny summer day. Upon arriving into Volendam, a fishing village only slightly bigger than Marken, I was struck by the beautiful scenery of a true coastal Dutch town. The fact is, Volendam is incredibly picturesque, with old-fashioned fishing boats floating on the small, quiet harbour, and a main street that is lined with small shops and restaurants, most of them serving seafood.
Due to its beauty, Volendam is also quite touristy, with most businesses catering to visitors, but it is still a beautiful place to visit. One of the highlights was a visit to a cheese factory, one of the Netherlands’ claims to fame, in which I got to learn how Dutch cheeses are made, and most importantly, taste many of the different cheeses! Cheese lovers rejoice, as you can taste an enormous array of different types and flavours, and even buy some cheese, if you please.
After the visit to the cheese factory, I still had a bit of time left to explore the town. I grabbed lunch at one of the stands (a herring sandwich simply because I needed to try the herring, being afoodie, despite knowing I wouldn’t enjoy it much), then walked around the harbour and up and down a couple of the scenic streets in the town, before heading to the last stop of the day.
After an afternoon in Volendam, it was time to head over to the Zaanse Schans, an open-air museum of sorts which is probably one of the highlights of a North-Holland excursion. Zaanse Schans is home to eight historic windmills, some as old as 500 years old, which are designated as important cultural and historic landmarks of the Netherlands.
To understand the importance of windmills to the Netherlands, one needs to understand the Dutch historically used windmills for all sorts of activities, from sawing wood, to grinding spices, to pressing oil out of seeds, and most importantly, to drain water out of land formerly submerged under swamps and lakes, to create what now makes most of the country (hence the name the “Nether Lands”).
While most of the historic windmills (mostly made of wood) were destroyed over the years, the ones I saw were taken to Zaanse Schans from different parts of the region to be preserved as historical assets. All of them are still currently operating, and visitors even have the chance to go into one and check out the inside of a working windmill.
The countryside scenery is beautiful, with the windmills standing alongside a river; a stunning view of the classical Dutch countryside I had embedded in my mind!
Seeing the countryside and a couple of small villages in North Holland provided a nice contrast from Amsterdam, regarding what the Netherlands are all about. During my visit I also took a separate excursion to explore some of the cities in South Holland, which provides yet a completely different view of the country; I will write about these cities in another post soon!
I was able to visit all these places through a day tour for €36. I’m usually not a fan of these big-coach tours, but as a means of transportation and seeing a lot of the country in a short period, they are great. I also found the guides very informative and did learn a few things, so overall it was a great experience. These tours can easily be booked at the info centres in Amsterdam a day or two prior, so no need to plan too far in advance!
As mentioned on the post on my visit to Amsterdam, one of my highlights to the city was a visit to the Heineken Experience. Neither a museum not a brewery, this attractions is, as its name clearly specifies, an entire experience… and it is well worth the € 16.00 entry fee!
Visitors to the Heineken Experience will learn every thing there is to know about Heineken: from the family history and the creation of the lager, to the processing (from brewing to packaging) and even up to the marketing and distribution of Heineken world-wide. To add to the entertainment, various portions of the Heineken Experience are interactive, including a 4D experience in which visitors play the role of the beer being made, then bottled, then shipped out to be drank…no joke!
Along the way visitors also get to try a few glasses of the beer. First glass is had during a beer-tasting experience, in which a member of staff teaches visitors how to taste beer properly. After beer-tasting, a series of very basic questions are asked and those who get the right answer earn a second beer! At the end of the experience, visitors get an additional two beers which they can enjoy leisurely in a comfortable lounge.
During my walk about the Experience, I ran into two visitors who did not even like the taste of beer (although one learned to enjoy it during the beer-tasting segment… or at least appreciate it in a small quantity). Although slightly surprising, I honestly believe the Heineken Experience is not only great for beer-drinkers; the visit is well worth it to learn about the marketing campaigns world-wide of one of the world’s most recognized brands!
Some more photos from my visit to Amsterdam, Netherlands, in August 2013. Amsterdam was the first city in my second visit to Europe / my move to the UK, so it has a special place in my heart.
The 25th of April commemorates ANZAC day, Australia and New Zealand’s most significant war remembrance. Although the day celebrates the lives of the lives of soldiers lost in all wars, its origins go back tot he battles in Gallipoli in World War I, where both nations had the most significant loss of lives.
Last September I got to go to the ANZAC Memorial site in Gallipoli, Turkey. While I have visited many ANZAC memorials in Australian and New Zealand cities, the ones in Gallipoli was especially touching.
Set on the seaside, right where thousands of Allied soldiers lost their lives, multiple remembrance sites commemorate the lives of these soldiers, along with a monument depicting an apology letter from Turkey, to the mothers of the soldiers.
I am not one much for war history, but the visit to Gallipoli is quite touching, and a definite must do for Aussies and Kiwis.