Gorges du Verdon is located in the South of France, around 100 km away from Nice. For those who wonder what a gorge is (like I do), a gorge is a deep ravine craved out by a river over a long time. To experience the gorges is best by car. The scenic route we took on day 9 of our trip got us as close as being next to the river and as high as 250m directly above it. The scenery is breathtaking. The road is windy and squeezing out that extra bit of performance from a tiny 1.4 liter rented car can be fun, in a challenging way.
Our holidays often involve a bit of museum crawling, a bit of city touring. Nature exploration is one of our trip’s highlights and we often plan it to be the last of the itinerary. So much control is placed upon us and yet the unknown is thrilling. Road trips like this can be mentally tiring. I don’t think we can do this on everyday of our holiday. Then again, we don’t need many. A few good day trips are good enough for memory’s sake. Gorges du Verdon is a memorable trip. So is the time we spent in Corsica, which I will share with you later.
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Although I do enjoy writing travel journals, as the chapter draws towards the end, it often gets more tedious. Historically, Cynthia and I become more productive towards the end of a holiday. Perhaps we are more used to the holiday rhythm. Or perhaps since we often cover the cultural aspect of the trip before the scenic aspect, I end up having more photos to work on in the later part of the journey. I do not make a lot of micro adjustments to the photos, mainly to apply digital filters if necessary. White balancing is taken care of by the grey card we use in almost every composition, fortunately. The most time consuming activity is the addition of captions to each and every photo that I have selected for the album of the day. I have to cross reference my notes with the printed materials I have as well as the information available online. Also, as the days go by, the camera sensor and lens begin to get dirtier. And it takes time to zoom into each and every photo and to comb through the image (the sky especially) and remove those spots. Not that I am complaining. The end result is worth it, to the two of us that is.
Day 8, we have visited St-Tropez, a town by the sea. Ramatuelle. an ancient town with strange life size figures everywhere (see photo above). Cannes, another town by the sea and no, we did not manage to meet any celebrity. And St-Paul-de-Vence, another ancient town that has a very special personal memory: Never ever try to drive into an ancient town again.
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With a blink of an eye one month has passed since I have written an article for our recent trip to France. So much have happened in the last one month. We have visited Hong Kong. There has been a good lineup of blogger events. Our Spanish class has moved up one level. My reading passion has been reignited. And of course, away from home for a week makes me miss my video gaming hobby even more. Catching up on the TV recording of How I Met You Mother takes up time too.
This weekend is a bizarre weekend. I had this strange flu like the one I had in Hong Kong. It got quite bad and I reckon it was due to my sensitive nose. It disappeared as silently as it arrived. Cynthia blamed it to the evening we had spent in Kazbar. We seldom have a Friday date, just the two of us. We often spend time with our friends or stay at home. Since she worked late, I took the golden opportunity to sip beer in a pub, read a book while waiting. We ordered some Mediterranean food when Cynthia arrived. I love the candle light dinner with the belly dancer occasionally came out and danced in front of the crowd. I admired the sensational dancer while she fixed her attention to Cynthia. I think that is a win-win-win situation if you think deeper, logically deeper. Saturday morning we had a breakfast date with my niece Bethany at the Botanic Gardens. It was her 9-month birthday (I can always trust my beloved little sister to come out with all kinds of reasons for celebration). I was so excited that I woke up an hour before the alarm rang. The breakfast was great except I was quite concerned on the number of dogs around us. Some were so huge! If I was a baby, I would have freaked out. But not little Bethany. She wanted to hug one.
If you think that watching F1 on TV is boring, try staring at the TV for two hours waiting for the rain to stop. It was raining in Japan and the one hour F1 qualifying session on Saturday was delayed for two hours and then canceled. In the evening, like every other evening these days, I teamed up with my buddy to play Starcraft II. We love the game and we are visibly getting better at it. On the topic of video gaming, I am being selected to participate in a closed beta testing for a racing game Test Drive Unlimited 2. Unlike the last closed beta testing I did, there is only a window of time whereby testers from all around the world can participate. Naturally, like any global conference calls, it takes place in some wee hours. But I am not complaining. It has been a fun experience so far.
Back to the travel journal, we have moved onto the second leg of our journey and into the south of France we went. There are so much to see, so many places to visit. Interestingly, Cynthia booked us into a rented apartment in Nice. The pros? We had lots of space and could do our laundry. The cons? We had to do one round housecleaning before returning the keys. And that, you can read more in various ways:
This post is dedicated to my buddy Alex in Hong Kong for making our short trip so much more colorful. Thank you buddy! We shall arrange a trip to visit Macau some time in the not so far future, preferably one that coincides with a concert of a superstar (read: Ayumi Hamasaki).
We have visited Lamma Island in the winter of 2006. Now that I have a relatively better, bigger, and heavier camera, I was eager to visit Lamma Island again. So much have happened in these four years. My sister is now in Singapore, married, and having a beautiful daughter. If she was with us in our recent trip to Hong Kong, I reckon I would not end up trekking alone. But it was a warm day and the walk from one village to another seemed daunting. So, my mother and Cynthia have decided to stay put at Yung Shue Wan while the hero of this story – armed with a heavy camera and some Hong Kong dollars – continued his journey to Sok Kwu Wan.
Lamma Island, in contrary to my initial impression, is not tiny. There are two ferry stations that connect Lamma Island with Central at Hong Kong Island. One is at Yung Shue Wan – where we landed. And another one is at Sok Kwu Wan – where I intended to go. The walk between these two villages take 1 hour and 10 minutes, so said the signpost. That is brisk walking I reckon. Towards the end of the two and a half hours hike, I was jogging only stopped to take photos. I would not want to miss the 5.35 pm ferry and spend another 90 minutes or so waiting for the next one.
Lamma Island is beautiful. I took a detour, hiked up the hill, and visited a wind power station that has a lone wind turbine. The mechanical sound of a wind turbine is hard to describe and has to be experienced. What a strange noise in an otherwise serene environment, one of the last frontiers against modernization. I have visited Hung Shing Yeh beach too, beautiful babes in bikinis. If I had more time, I would love to visit other parts of the island. To read more about my adventure, I have prepared a set of photos for sharing.
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I can understand the philosophy behind the action of the unions calling upon the workers to go on strike as a form of protest against certain unfavorable policies. This time, it was something to do with the pension fund policy in France. On one hand, I am pleased to see workers coming together to achieve a common goal. It is a rare scene from where I come from. On the other hand, it sucks when we as tourists have to bear with the inconvenience and uncertainty in a place that does not communicate in English. Every moment, there may be a surprise on where the train is heading, where the train is not heading, which station it does or does not stop. Through chitchatting with the locals, we learned that a strike or better known as industrial action or social movement is well planned in advance. And it is usually set in stages. Every morning during the strike period, the unions get together and vote to decide if the strike should be intensified to the next stage. Or if their objectives have been achieved, the unions may call off the strike – for now. The beauty of it all is, no one knows what tomorrow would bring.
Although the train service was shutdown to the minimal, we stuck to our plan and visited Versailles that is about 25 km away from Paris. To read more, there are: