Detailing our trip from Oct 3-Oct 25. It covers our trip to the resort in Cabo with Steve and Andrea, crossing the Sea of Cortez by boat, new cities and lots of new friends.
We knew going in that the first part of the trip was going to be rough. It was an ambitious plan: leave home August 21st and be all the way down the Baja by the beginning of October. There are a lot miles in between Ravenna and Cabo, especially given our longest-way-possible route that we’d chosen. That being said, we did it, and we loved every minute of it.
I had just taken a new job and had two weeks before I was to start. I decided to go to Sicily, the ancestral home of my Mother’s family. Fortuitously I mentioned this trip to my Uncle Mike and he volunteered to come along. He would leave his home in the UK and meet me in Palermo. For both of us it was an impulse trip, one that we would cherish.
I am traveling with my cousin Joe, we are here for business. Joe has spent several months in Hong Kong and knows the city well. He is a very seasoned traveler and has been all over the world. He tells me that Hong Kong is his favorite place on earth. I am excited to see it, unfortunately we are only here for two quick days and I won’t be able to see much of it, as we only have set aside an afternoon for sight seeing.
Shanghai, the biggest city in China. In Asia. In the World. It’s scale is indescribable, think New York City, now multiply that by three, and you are still short of the 25 million people that live here. It really is like nothing I have ever seen before. Towering buildings that seem to go on and on, before they fade into the hazy horizon.
I have been fortunate to spend a fair amount of time in Quebec for business; however I had never properly seen Montreal (the airport doesn't really count). I hitched this visit onto the end of a business trip, which suits my economical nature quite well.
Our visit to Istanbul opened my eyes to what I was missing in limiting myself to only visiting Western Europe. We took in traditional cultural activities, local food and toured the city looking at historical sites and modern neighborhoods. Yet, it was the little moments that we will remember long after.
We took the first section of steps at a olympian's pace, bounding quickly and spiraling toward the summit. This was a miscalculation, as we were all exhausted for the last section of stairs.
The view from the top was just as stunning as I remember. We took some pics and enjoyed the view for about 15 minutes before making the descent.
We scooted everywhere. We got pretty lost for a while, but we had our maps and compasses and eventually made our way toward the ultimate scooting adventure: the Champs-Élysées. We arrived at the south end, at the Place de la Concorde. It was confusing the first time around the traffic circle, and we missed our exit. We regrouped on the next pass and gunned it at the right moment towards the Champs.