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I'll be writing a little more on our departure from Gdansk but first a cautionary tale for travelers. We packed on the Sunday to leave for Warsaw on the Monday. In the middle of the night I realized I had packed my computer but not the connecting cable for the power source. I got up, disconnected it and put it in the back pack. We arrived in Warsaw around 3:00, our apartment is fantastic (more on that later) and I wanted to connect my computer. I took the computer out, took out the power chord only to soon realize that the little jack which fits into the two prong European socket had been left behind. I've had that little adapter since South America and now it was gone, without it no way of connecting the computer.
Being my usual optimistic self I thought it might be easy to find a suitable replacement, Stan w(as more circumspect and much less enthusiastic, turns out he was right. In the old city, there was nothing, nada. We were directed to a mall where there was a huge store which dealt in electronics called Saturn. We made it there after a short cab ride. Again no success, lots of adapters but they are all from Europe going to somewhere else none for stupid Canadian coming to Europe. Without the computer I didn't even know which hotel I had booked in Krakow, no way to make other reservations, no communication with family, no banking etc... We spent a long time in that store to no avail. Went to check out another much smaller store, same result. Finally I decided to go back to Saturn and seek out another solution. It turns out we could buy a "universal" type cable which I could plug into my power jack instead of the north American version. We had to return the next day with the computer so they could sell me the one which wouldn't fry my computer.
Since I'm writing this the solution worked out well but we spent quite a few fruitless hours. The best thing to do is to carry a few of those, they don't cost much and they don't take up any room. And now for a few more thoughts on leaving Gdansk followed by our stay in Warsaw.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Gdansk, Poland, First Impressions, September 2017
The trip getting here was relatively painless. Lately I've dreaded getting onto airplanes. Spaces are getting smaller, tighter, meaner, suffocatingly hot with endlessly recycled air although too cold for comfort as well, at times. Many have never had the luxury of flying it seems a little churlish to complain, I'm moving on.
No complaints about KLM performed effectively and Amsterdam airport was a pleasant surprise. Spacious and airy with a lot of nooks and crannies where one might plonk down and relax, much better than Heathrow or Frankfurt which are both pretty dreadful.
On the plane to Gdansk noticed a lot more men getting on, a possible 3 to 1 ratio, 3 men for every woman but I'm no mathematician so this might be more of an impression than an actual bona fide statistic. I suspect that men are one of Poland's frequent export. They go where the jobs are in Europe. Although Poland is part of the European union they have chosen to stay with their currency, the zlote, which is about three times less in value than the euro. Coming back with pockets full of euros is therefore an attractive proposition. We are staying with relatives therefore haven't been able to fully test out of the costs in terms of buying power. This will become more apparent once we start to travel on our own. We're leaving Gdansk for Warsaw on Monday, courtesy of PoliskBus big red double decker affairs, cost for two 56 zwote which is about $20.00, pretty cheap so far. I rented a do it yourself apartment in the heart of old Warsaw. There is no host to greet you. They send you instructions via email on how to get there and into the apartment. It's a cozy little arrangement hopefully it will work out just fine and we won't be stranded in the street. Apparently there are a lot of these triple A rated apartments around in Europe. Poland seems to have quite a few of these.
We're not actually in Gdansk proper. We are in Gdynia with the Baltic town of Sopot further south. This is where Poles come to play and relax. We took a little drive through the forest to get to Sopot but didn't actually visit the town itself. We went instead to the heart of old Gdansk with its magnificent beautifully preserved buildings some of which were destroyed during the war but have been rebuilt or restored to their former splendor. A lot of the buildings are intricately decorated some with nautical scenes, historical figures or Roman mythological creatures. A number of buildings have these mythological statues standing guard at the top. There were a lot of tourists ambling about,not that unusual even for the month of September. Along with the usual trinkets found all over the world (fridge magnets, postcards, little costume dolls etc... possibly all Made in China) the main currency here is definitely amber. Amber shops are everywhere with amber on display in all shapes and sizes. I have a few amber necklaces from Poland at home although I'm not a huge fan. I know I shouldn't say this but I don't like its "plastic" appearance. Of course there are big differences in the quality of the amber, mine is probably on the cheap end of the scale.
Since we are staying with relatives it's a little different experience. My Polish is insufficient for my needs which can be very frustrating. It's hard listening to a conversation you don't actually understand but appearing to nod in all the "right" places as though you might have understood at least a little. Sometimes they forget I don't speak Polish and talk to me as though "I get it", it's fine, we just pretend I do. It's been a while since I've traveled in a county where I didn't speak the language. We mostly traveled to Latin America, Mexico and France so NO PROBLEM. This is motivating makes me want to learn more so I don't feel so foolish. We're so dependent on our words, I can't share little anecdotes, have to resort to other means to make my personality come through, don't shine as bright, I'm a little duller penny. Stan has to do most of the heavy lifting, it can be a bit trying for him as well.
I'm being called to eat. They're constantly prying us with food. Poles love to eat,anytime, anywhere, anything ok well maybe not anything but they certainly don't restrict themselves to habitual eating times like the French. They manage to stay quite thin, women love to wear makeup. More on the geography, culture next time. For now do widzenia.
No complaints about KLM performed effectively and Amsterdam airport was a pleasant surprise. Spacious and airy with a lot of nooks and crannies where one might plonk down and relax, much better than Heathrow or Frankfurt which are both pretty dreadful.
On the plane to Gdansk noticed a lot more men getting on, a possible 3 to 1 ratio, 3 men for every woman but I'm no mathematician so this might be more of an impression than an actual bona fide statistic. I suspect that men are one of Poland's frequent export. They go where the jobs are in Europe. Although Poland is part of the European union they have chosen to stay with their currency, the zlote, which is about three times less in value than the euro. Coming back with pockets full of euros is therefore an attractive proposition. We are staying with relatives therefore haven't been able to fully test out of the costs in terms of buying power. This will become more apparent once we start to travel on our own. We're leaving Gdansk for Warsaw on Monday, courtesy of PoliskBus big red double decker affairs, cost for two 56 zwote which is about $20.00, pretty cheap so far. I rented a do it yourself apartment in the heart of old Warsaw. There is no host to greet you. They send you instructions via email on how to get there and into the apartment. It's a cozy little arrangement hopefully it will work out just fine and we won't be stranded in the street. Apparently there are a lot of these triple A rated apartments around in Europe. Poland seems to have quite a few of these.
We're not actually in Gdansk proper. We are in Gdynia with the Baltic town of Sopot further south. This is where Poles come to play and relax. We took a little drive through the forest to get to Sopot but didn't actually visit the town itself. We went instead to the heart of old Gdansk with its magnificent beautifully preserved buildings some of which were destroyed during the war but have been rebuilt or restored to their former splendor. A lot of the buildings are intricately decorated some with nautical scenes, historical figures or Roman mythological creatures. A number of buildings have these mythological statues standing guard at the top. There were a lot of tourists ambling about,not that unusual even for the month of September. Along with the usual trinkets found all over the world (fridge magnets, postcards, little costume dolls etc... possibly all Made in China) the main currency here is definitely amber. Amber shops are everywhere with amber on display in all shapes and sizes. I have a few amber necklaces from Poland at home although I'm not a huge fan. I know I shouldn't say this but I don't like its "plastic" appearance. Of course there are big differences in the quality of the amber, mine is probably on the cheap end of the scale.
Since we are staying with relatives it's a little different experience. My Polish is insufficient for my needs which can be very frustrating. It's hard listening to a conversation you don't actually understand but appearing to nod in all the "right" places as though you might have understood at least a little. Sometimes they forget I don't speak Polish and talk to me as though "I get it", it's fine, we just pretend I do. It's been a while since I've traveled in a county where I didn't speak the language. We mostly traveled to Latin America, Mexico and France so NO PROBLEM. This is motivating makes me want to learn more so I don't feel so foolish. We're so dependent on our words, I can't share little anecdotes, have to resort to other means to make my personality come through, don't shine as bright, I'm a little duller penny. Stan has to do most of the heavy lifting, it can be a bit trying for him as well.
I'm being called to eat. They're constantly prying us with food. Poles love to eat,anytime, anywhere, anything ok well maybe not anything but they certainly don't restrict themselves to habitual eating times like the French. They manage to stay quite thin, women love to wear makeup. More on the geography, culture next time. For now do widzenia.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Adios Fuerteventura, it's sort of been good to know you
This is the end beautiful friends….actually no beautiful or otherwise friends left behind. I did however manage to score a few points with the more senior citizens due to my limited internet skills. A lot of them received tablets or IPhones for Christmas and no clue as to how to use them. I don't own either one of those but I've learned from kids, the computer won't go kaput if you try different buttons which is what I mostly do until I strike "gold" maybe more like copper actually since the internet at Ambar Beach is anything but reliable. Here are a few parting thoughts on the island in case any of you ever want to venture this way.
We walked the beach to Jandia on Wednesday. Jandia is the main shopping hub for many tourists who happily want to spend their euros on perfumes, bags, shoes, cosmetics and the like. The Canary Islands are a tax free zone hence the cheaper prices on those expensive items. The day of the walk was one of the nicest days we've had here although the walk itself was a bit arduous. The beach does have lovely yellow, powdery sand but it's been greatly eroded in many parts and one then has to walk on volcanic rocks of various sizes which litter the beach. Once in a while there's a clearing with sand but mostly you're walking on rocks till you get to the beach at Jandia which is a beautiful stretch of sand with no obstruction to speak of. The weather was so nice I thought I might give dipping my toes in the ocean another try. Unfortunately I wasn't wearing a bathing suit. Decided to go in any way in my black undies and beige tank top, not too many people around plus wouldn't really care if there were. It wasn't much of a swim, the water was quite cold and the darn waves were pretty freaky. At least I can say I went in the ocean twice if only for short yet sweet periods of time. Significant other didn't go at all, too scared of a little cold water. On the parts of the beach where volcanic rocks are found in abundance, people have built semi-circular fortress like structures of varying heights to ensure privacy for some nude sunbathing which is highly prized by Germans, not too many French appear to indulge, they're more modest I suppose or like us they don't like to expose their naked, older bodies.
Regarding the all inclusives, one week here would have been enough. There really isn't much to see because it's so dry and overall not all that pretty. I feel we got to see the prettiest parts. The weather which was meant to be quite reliable did not turn out that way. We had a few good days at first with a few good days in the last week of our stay. The wind is unrelenting, some days it was so strong it made walking actually difficult. This endless wind can be very tiresome indeed. Overall the food was good but it was seldom hot. We found the microwave on the last day of our stay. Deserts were not great except for flan, perfect since I don't believe I put on any weight. There was a young team of animators all French speaking which did its utmost best to provide entertainment throughout. We didn't participate in anything because that's the way we roll, we don't enjoy having a great time especially when heavy socializing with other people is involved. (haha) In any case kudos to them they really try their best. The pools outside were beautiful but I only got one dip in them, frigid is an understatement. The pool inside was cold, water was never warm or heated like the brochure stated but I was able to do my laps most every day. We didn't play ping pong or squash never got around to it, you had to rent the rackets for 20 euros a shot and I never had any money on me. The t.v. was beyond bad, only slightly better reception than the one we had in Cuba. It was quite hilarious you could be watching something or other and all of a sudden the whole screen would freeze with a statement in Spanish saying: "El signal es deb ill" debile in French means moronic, it was moronic indeed. Of course we were able to catch CNN and BBC with their endless droning on, they don't just attack a topic they pummel it into the ground till it's blown to smithereens. I was exhausted merely listening to them. There were hardly any Spanish stations, the whole experience was a bit weird in that it barely felt like we were traveling in a different country where the lingua franca was Spanish. I did my best to try and use my Spanish,didn't make any improvements.
Today it's grey and there's even a little misty rain. We had to check out of our room at noon, took a local bus to Jandia to get some money, now it's just a waiting game. It's going to be a long, long day and night. Adios for now hope you enjoyed my blog.
We walked the beach to Jandia on Wednesday. Jandia is the main shopping hub for many tourists who happily want to spend their euros on perfumes, bags, shoes, cosmetics and the like. The Canary Islands are a tax free zone hence the cheaper prices on those expensive items. The day of the walk was one of the nicest days we've had here although the walk itself was a bit arduous. The beach does have lovely yellow, powdery sand but it's been greatly eroded in many parts and one then has to walk on volcanic rocks of various sizes which litter the beach. Once in a while there's a clearing with sand but mostly you're walking on rocks till you get to the beach at Jandia which is a beautiful stretch of sand with no obstruction to speak of. The weather was so nice I thought I might give dipping my toes in the ocean another try. Unfortunately I wasn't wearing a bathing suit. Decided to go in any way in my black undies and beige tank top, not too many people around plus wouldn't really care if there were. It wasn't much of a swim, the water was quite cold and the darn waves were pretty freaky. At least I can say I went in the ocean twice if only for short yet sweet periods of time. Significant other didn't go at all, too scared of a little cold water. On the parts of the beach where volcanic rocks are found in abundance, people have built semi-circular fortress like structures of varying heights to ensure privacy for some nude sunbathing which is highly prized by Germans, not too many French appear to indulge, they're more modest I suppose or like us they don't like to expose their naked, older bodies.
Regarding the all inclusives, one week here would have been enough. There really isn't much to see because it's so dry and overall not all that pretty. I feel we got to see the prettiest parts. The weather which was meant to be quite reliable did not turn out that way. We had a few good days at first with a few good days in the last week of our stay. The wind is unrelenting, some days it was so strong it made walking actually difficult. This endless wind can be very tiresome indeed. Overall the food was good but it was seldom hot. We found the microwave on the last day of our stay. Deserts were not great except for flan, perfect since I don't believe I put on any weight. There was a young team of animators all French speaking which did its utmost best to provide entertainment throughout. We didn't participate in anything because that's the way we roll, we don't enjoy having a great time especially when heavy socializing with other people is involved. (haha) In any case kudos to them they really try their best. The pools outside were beautiful but I only got one dip in them, frigid is an understatement. The pool inside was cold, water was never warm or heated like the brochure stated but I was able to do my laps most every day. We didn't play ping pong or squash never got around to it, you had to rent the rackets for 20 euros a shot and I never had any money on me. The t.v. was beyond bad, only slightly better reception than the one we had in Cuba. It was quite hilarious you could be watching something or other and all of a sudden the whole screen would freeze with a statement in Spanish saying: "El signal es deb ill" debile in French means moronic, it was moronic indeed. Of course we were able to catch CNN and BBC with their endless droning on, they don't just attack a topic they pummel it into the ground till it's blown to smithereens. I was exhausted merely listening to them. There were hardly any Spanish stations, the whole experience was a bit weird in that it barely felt like we were traveling in a different country where the lingua franca was Spanish. I did my best to try and use my Spanish,didn't make any improvements.
Today it's grey and there's even a little misty rain. We had to check out of our room at noon, took a local bus to Jandia to get some money, now it's just a waiting game. It's going to be a long, long day and night. Adios for now hope you enjoyed my blog.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
My Travels And A Little Bit of This And That: By bus around the island of Fuerteventura
My Travels And A Little Bit of This And That: By bus around the island of Fuerteventura: On Wednesday we went for our first excursion. It will be our one and only due to the fact that the excursion prices in the euro currency ar...
By bus around the island of Fuerteventura
On Wednesday we went for our first excursion. It will be our one and only due to the fact that the excursion prices in the euro currency are pretty steep for our limited budget. Not sure if any of you reading this have been following the news but it's not great for the Canadian economy. Thanks Mr. Harper for putting all our eggs into the same leaky oil basket. With the price of oil at its lowest since years the Canadian dollar has taken a precipitous nose dive. Last time I checked it was 83 cents to the American dollar which regardless of how well their economy is doing (not great) is always the one investors go to in times of "manufactured crisis". I say manufactured because it's another instance of "the market" let's call it by its real name of grubby, shameless,greedy,manipulative bastards, the market is once again playing with pretend money but making real money. I don't get it but it doesn't matter whether I get it or not what I do get is that I'm being screwed again and so are most of you reading this unless you're part of the 1%.
OOPS I forgot this was a travel/film blog which has now turned into a political blog, sorry I do get carried away. One final note found out today in one of those ticker tapes which endlessly runs on the bottom of CNN and BBC news that all Target stores will close in Canada, yes TARGET. They booted out Zellers and soon Target will be history too. Apparently Canadians don't like Target I know I didn't. Another dismal failure but with an over saturation of retailers already littering the field it's not all that surprising and let's not forget the phenomenal staying and growing power of Wal Mart and Costco those two are here and they're not going anywhere.
So Wednesday boarded the bus at 8:30 with a whole bunch of other Frenchmen eager for the experience. Strangely our guide turned out to be a transplanted Brit who spoke French quite well but with one of those funny accents I myself use when I want to make kids laugh when I'm reading in French. His knowledge of the island lore was superb and he kept us entertained. Apparently French tourists in the Canaries are a relatively recent phenomena. In the past they traveled to Morocco or Tunisia but with "the problems" brewing they've decided to give those two nations a pass and try their weather luck here. This explains the lack of fluent French guides also the fact that most of the information is written first in Spanish then in German followed by English. Sometimes there's a smattering of Italian there too plus we also noticed a fair number of Polish tourists not sure how they're doing with their zwote currency maybe they work in Europe, possibly England where there is a large expat. community of Poles.
Fuerteventura is a sly one, it's a bit shy about revealing it's beauty keeping it well hidden under masses of volcanic rock. It takes a certain light, a special angle of a sun's ray to suddenly reveal its radiance. It never overwhelms but there is beauty to be had in bends around the road ready to seduce the unsuspecting traveler. What is fascinating to me is the fact that all the Canaries emerged as volcanoes from the bottom of the Atlantic ocean. This process can be explained in geological terms but it doesn't take away the magic or the mystery. How bottomless and huge are the world's oceans to have given rise to such wonders!
The road we were on was a very sinuous one and in excellent condition. Due to the dry virtually almost rain free climate there is very little damage to the roads and they are all in great shape. Our first stop was to a very famous cheese "factory" a fairly small, family run affair. They had three types of goat cheese on offer one of which was recently judged best in the world in its category. We bought a sample to bring back to Canada, it's a little spicy, very tasty indeed and the pride of Fuerteventura. Goats are the animals which thrive the best here because they'll eat just about anything. There are sheep too but not as many hence the cheese is mostly all from goats' milk.
Continuing on we stopped at a village where the church is known to have distant Aztec motifs, the guide was not too clear on why that was. We were free to roam around a bit to visit at our own pace although in fairness there wasn't all that much to see. Village was pleasant enough especially since it had spots of green with the planted palms and bougainvillea which normally one finds everywhere in Mexico but is quite a rare sight here requiring, I suppose, too much water. We stopped for lunch at a little roadside restaurant where we were able to do a little more "bonding" with our French companions. They can be a friendly bunch once you get to know them a little. In the afternoon we visited an aloe vera "fabrique". Fuerteventura is quite famous for its aloe vera one of the sturdiest plants around since it can survive without a drop of water for five years, that's phenomenal and hard to believe. We did a little sampling of the various creams and lotions. In its purest form, as a gel, aloe vera is transparent and smells like onion, not an overly attractive characteristic for a cream but that's how it works best. We passed on buying a cream there since the prices were too high for our budget. Lastly we stopped at an old windmill one Don Quijote might have liked and sampled a cookie made out of flour which has been roasted and requires no further baking. All it requires is a little oil, water,pinch of salt and sugar. It's a little pasty and definitely an acquired taste, on an extended camping trip it might come in handy minus the oil.
Fuerteventura is not the most interesting islands culturally, don't believe the other Canary islands are much different in that respect. One comes more for the scenery and the pleasantly mild weather. We learned that only 30% of islanders are involved in the tourism industry which is not as high as I thought with all the resorts around. Nevertheless this percentage exerts a snowball effect on the rest of the island in terms of the jobs it gives rise to, such as doctors, mechanics, teachers, nurses etc…. The employers are loathe to hand out permanent contracts. The most one can hope for is a one year renewed to a second year never more. It sounds typical of most employers nowadays who don't want to have to pay for benefits, sad situation worldwide and growing. The guide did say that usually it's not too hard to find another employer since there are so many tourist outfits here, it still negates the opportunity of full, regular employment. The population of Fuerteventura has now grown to about 110,000 it used to be only 8, 000 not so very long ago and there have been growing pains in terms of infrastructure needs particularly water.
I'll have final thoughts on the island and our trip here before we leave which is this Sunday, sorry for the political rant at the top, had to get it off my chest, now I'm over it. Have fun reading…..or not.
OOPS I forgot this was a travel/film blog which has now turned into a political blog, sorry I do get carried away. One final note found out today in one of those ticker tapes which endlessly runs on the bottom of CNN and BBC news that all Target stores will close in Canada, yes TARGET. They booted out Zellers and soon Target will be history too. Apparently Canadians don't like Target I know I didn't. Another dismal failure but with an over saturation of retailers already littering the field it's not all that surprising and let's not forget the phenomenal staying and growing power of Wal Mart and Costco those two are here and they're not going anywhere.
So Wednesday boarded the bus at 8:30 with a whole bunch of other Frenchmen eager for the experience. Strangely our guide turned out to be a transplanted Brit who spoke French quite well but with one of those funny accents I myself use when I want to make kids laugh when I'm reading in French. His knowledge of the island lore was superb and he kept us entertained. Apparently French tourists in the Canaries are a relatively recent phenomena. In the past they traveled to Morocco or Tunisia but with "the problems" brewing they've decided to give those two nations a pass and try their weather luck here. This explains the lack of fluent French guides also the fact that most of the information is written first in Spanish then in German followed by English. Sometimes there's a smattering of Italian there too plus we also noticed a fair number of Polish tourists not sure how they're doing with their zwote currency maybe they work in Europe, possibly England where there is a large expat. community of Poles.
Fuerteventura is a sly one, it's a bit shy about revealing it's beauty keeping it well hidden under masses of volcanic rock. It takes a certain light, a special angle of a sun's ray to suddenly reveal its radiance. It never overwhelms but there is beauty to be had in bends around the road ready to seduce the unsuspecting traveler. What is fascinating to me is the fact that all the Canaries emerged as volcanoes from the bottom of the Atlantic ocean. This process can be explained in geological terms but it doesn't take away the magic or the mystery. How bottomless and huge are the world's oceans to have given rise to such wonders!
The road we were on was a very sinuous one and in excellent condition. Due to the dry virtually almost rain free climate there is very little damage to the roads and they are all in great shape. Our first stop was to a very famous cheese "factory" a fairly small, family run affair. They had three types of goat cheese on offer one of which was recently judged best in the world in its category. We bought a sample to bring back to Canada, it's a little spicy, very tasty indeed and the pride of Fuerteventura. Goats are the animals which thrive the best here because they'll eat just about anything. There are sheep too but not as many hence the cheese is mostly all from goats' milk.
Continuing on we stopped at a village where the church is known to have distant Aztec motifs, the guide was not too clear on why that was. We were free to roam around a bit to visit at our own pace although in fairness there wasn't all that much to see. Village was pleasant enough especially since it had spots of green with the planted palms and bougainvillea which normally one finds everywhere in Mexico but is quite a rare sight here requiring, I suppose, too much water. We stopped for lunch at a little roadside restaurant where we were able to do a little more "bonding" with our French companions. They can be a friendly bunch once you get to know them a little. In the afternoon we visited an aloe vera "fabrique". Fuerteventura is quite famous for its aloe vera one of the sturdiest plants around since it can survive without a drop of water for five years, that's phenomenal and hard to believe. We did a little sampling of the various creams and lotions. In its purest form, as a gel, aloe vera is transparent and smells like onion, not an overly attractive characteristic for a cream but that's how it works best. We passed on buying a cream there since the prices were too high for our budget. Lastly we stopped at an old windmill one Don Quijote might have liked and sampled a cookie made out of flour which has been roasted and requires no further baking. All it requires is a little oil, water,pinch of salt and sugar. It's a little pasty and definitely an acquired taste, on an extended camping trip it might come in handy minus the oil.
Fuerteventura is not the most interesting islands culturally, don't believe the other Canary islands are much different in that respect. One comes more for the scenery and the pleasantly mild weather. We learned that only 30% of islanders are involved in the tourism industry which is not as high as I thought with all the resorts around. Nevertheless this percentage exerts a snowball effect on the rest of the island in terms of the jobs it gives rise to, such as doctors, mechanics, teachers, nurses etc…. The employers are loathe to hand out permanent contracts. The most one can hope for is a one year renewed to a second year never more. It sounds typical of most employers nowadays who don't want to have to pay for benefits, sad situation worldwide and growing. The guide did say that usually it's not too hard to find another employer since there are so many tourist outfits here, it still negates the opportunity of full, regular employment. The population of Fuerteventura has now grown to about 110,000 it used to be only 8, 000 not so very long ago and there have been growing pains in terms of infrastructure needs particularly water.
I'll have final thoughts on the island and our trip here before we leave which is this Sunday, sorry for the political rant at the top, had to get it off my chest, now I'm over it. Have fun reading…..or not.
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