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For friends, family and the random search engine visitor. This blog started as an experiment in mobile blogging from my Palm TREO 600, 700, Prē, HTC Evo, Samsung 5, Pixel 3, Pixel 6 Pro, Pixel 9 Pro XL. Now it serves as a simple repository of favorite activities. Expect bad golf, good fishing, great sailing, eating, drinking, adventure travel, occasional politics and anything else I find interesting along the way including, but not limited to, any of the labels listed here...

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Destination Dakar

The first light view that greeted us from our new "room with a view" at the Sofitel Dakar. Better than the Sheraton Heathrow, but less than we expected.

Zooming in to the shack in the corner of the vacant lot. I could not figure out what this guy was doing. I think he was cleaning rugs from the hotel. This must be his business. He was at it most of the day. Very hard working.

The view from the other side of the hotel looking at the hotel pool and the Atlantic. This was the view we were expecting. Sigrid has begun a a campaign to get our room moved. French hotel, French attitude, it is going to be tough. I'm betting on Sigrid.

This is Kamu, one of the many, many entrepreneurs ready and willing to help tourists emerging from the hotel. Many many many. We went for a walk to explore the area near the hotel. Kamu kept walking with us and offering to tell us about what we were seeing and suggesting directions. We kept telling him that we did not need a guide, we were just going to get some lunch. He just kept walking with us, smiling and offering suggestions and tips. Net net - we spent two hours with him exploring the neighborhood, a large African market, and paying him for his service. First rule of sales - "The selling starts when the client says no.". I think the Senegalese invented that rule.

This was his suggestion for a good local restaurant offering inexpensive Senegalese food.

Our first real Senegalese meal it is [INSERT FRENCH FOR FISH WITH RICE HERE], Sigrid ordered the [INSERT FRENCH FOR CHICKEN WITH RICE HERE]. Delicious. No ill effects as of this post.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Africa Arrival

When you spend 12+ hours either on a plane, or getting into or out of airports, the range of photographic updates are limited.

Leaving England.

Crossing the channel.


Over Europe, probably Spain.


Presumably farmers burning their fields.

West Africa

Sunset as we approach Dakar

Sunset 10-Nov-2007 Dakar, Senegal
I was reminded of another sunset in Africa, a few years ago.

Sunset 8/17/1995
First night in Harare, Zimbabwe

Dakar

It looked quite a bit different on the night time road from the airport to the hotel. It was dark when we cleared the airport. For some reason we had to run our bags through an inoperative x-ray machine before leaving. We were glad to find a driver and a shuttle for the Sofitel waiting. After declining several hundred offers to buy sim chips and phone cards at the airport we made our way to the hotel in the back of a battered mini-bus. Some culture shock on the drive to the hotel, and some more when we were back in a western bubble at the hotel. After checking in, we had a drink at the bar, uploaded these pics and retired. There were many professionals in the bar.

The adventure begins.

Friday, November 9, 2007

London Layover

More accurately, we are staying at the Heathrow Airport Sheraton for the night and back to the airport tomorrow. I'm not sure this counts as "London.

Grey and cool in San Francisco as we head fo the airport.

Taking a page from HDW mobile blogging technique. Flight day news rack. We are worried about a falling market, $4 per gallon gas, and a container ship colliding with the Bay bridge.

Over the Atlantic

Heathrow Sheraton - A room with a view.

Just hanging in the hotel between flights. There will be time for a little London exploration on the return. We opted for the Club level, and free happy hour drinks. Watching an hour long French Political Roundtable discussion on the the topic of "Why does Sarkosy like Americans?". The all European panel is at a loss to explain it.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Sahara Sojourn


Today Sigrid and I begin our second great travel adventure in Africa. Our first was more than a dozen years ago, and was also my first effort maintaining a travel journal on the (then) new World Wide Web. Then it was Southern Africa. This time it is Western Africa.

We are leaving for London today, continuing to Dakar, Senegal, and then joining a tour in Mali. This will probably the most challenging travel experience we have attempted, so are looking forward with excitement, anticipation and trepidation. I am bringing an old laptop, and will try to keep a journal going, but don't know how well we will do with internet connections and power. We should be ok through Dakar, but will probably go dark for most of tour, until we finish in Timbuktu.

We are burning most of our frequent flier miles for this trip. Preparation has been extensive, with Sigrid carrying most of the burden of getting things together.















I am not sure whether we have spent more at the travel clinic on vaccinations or at REI on camping equipment. We are mostly packed and ready, but still in a last minute panic this morning.


Why West Africa? You got me. I asked the same question about our trip to South Africa, and it was one of the great experiences of my life. I don't ask any more.

Sigrid is a closet anthropologist/archaeologist and always wanted to go to West Africa, so we are going. I am along for the ride. I think it was Kurt Vonnegut that said "Unexpected travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God."

Start the music.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Sunset at the ab shack.



The horror, the horror ...

The beauty

The Ab slicer in action







Last dive, last haul

Some better pics... more coming when RO uploads his pics and vids.


Notables: Except for the first ab picked on my first dive, all were in the 8.5" - 9.5" range. I got my three without using the ab iron, and a total of 15 for the season. Rick picked two on one breath, and could have done three if he waited till his next dive. He can hold his breath longer than me.

Last dive of the season. Limit out again

Some interesting stories and (hopefully) some good video this dive, which we will be posting over the next few days. .

stay tuned.

Rick's last ab of the day and season.

Two minutes of truly bad video documenting a cool dive.

So we just got in the water, and we are floating about 30 feet from the rock where we went in, and I say to Rick: "Before I go looking for abs, I want to take the video camera down first, just to see if I can get some decent video of the bottom."

That is the video you see here. It is complete crap, and you won't be able to make anything out of it unless I explain what is going on, which is why you see all this text on top of the video. I am going to explain everything.

The camera is a Canon Optura 60 in an Ikelite underwater housing.

This is what you see: In the first part of the video, I am holding the camera out of the water, and the auto focus on the Canon has decided to focus on a droplet of water on the housing rather than the far more interesting stuff in the background. I don't notice this because I an floating in 52 degree water and getting pushed around by waves and preoccupied with breathing and the notion of staying alive. In the next part of the video all that can be seen is a featureless greenish color. Here I am in my pre-dive drill, where I just float on the surface, breath through the snorkel and try to relax and get my heart rate down below tachycardia levels. The camera is just hanging below my arms pointing down, and you are seeing what I am seeing in the 12 inch visibility - which is to say - green nothingness. At some point I take a few deep breaths and kip dive to the bottom with the camera extended in front of me. Its not that deep, maybe eight or ten feet. Here you see the camera going through grass and kelp and then the bottom. Of course, it is still out of focus, because the camera is apparently still looking for the droplet on the housing case. The interesting thing, is the brown smudge that is visible when the camera clumps onto the bottom. the brown smudge is an abalone. So with my first breath and first dive, there is an abalone. This never happens for me. And I don't have an ab iron with me because I have this worthless camera.



So here is the picture: I am upside down in water, the camera strapped to my left wrist and pushed on to the bottom, so I can grab some grass and rock for leverage, and hope the camera is pointing at the abalone, then - with my right hand - I grabbed the ab and popped it off the rock. Out of breath, with the ab in one hand and the camera in the other, I pop back to the surface.

One breath, one dive, one ab.

If the video had turned out it would have been great.

Rick gets in the water.



Rick demonstrates why we were concerned about those occasional big swells.

I was hit by a similar wave when attempting to exit after the dive, and was carried about 15 feet along the rock. Rick considerately did not shoot any video of my wave.

Waiting for things to settle down

In between the occasional monster swell, its not too bad.

Refilling the tubes

Dive Day Too

Big surge again this morning.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Ab feast

The usual. We went with a variation of Lou's North Beach Style Abalone Recipe sans sauce. We also had a California 97 vintange wine comparison with the Hafner '97 Cabernet and the Marinus '97. Both great, but different grapes and regions. Zach - there is a '97 Hafner in your kitchen wine cooler.

Sunset at the point - apres dive

Limit out

Climbin' out

Heavier load getting out.

Rick arrived.

Getting late. Tide is coming in, but waves have eased.

We are going in.

Marginally better here.

I have no idea if this is going to work

While waiting for Rick to arrive, I thought I would try fishing for some rockfish.

It didn't.

It didn't "work" that is. Meaning I didn't catch any fish.

However, I learned that if the line weight gets lodged in the rocks on the bottom, and your line is high enough test strength, and you pull really hard on the pole - when the line finally breaks, it can shoot the top half of your sectional fishing rod flying halfway up the cliff behind you. Requiring some extensive rock climbing to retrieve it. I learn something new every trip.

A better look

First look

Nice surfing conditions. Diving? Not so good. Maybe things will settle down later.