Posted by: Alex MacGregor | September 6, 2011

A Couple Hours in Phoenix

Traveling can take you to all sorts of fantastic places. It also ends up sending you through some places you wouldn’t make a huge effort to get to: Sofia, Bulgaria, perhaps, or Milan, Italy. We consider Phoenix part of the second category.

Nonetheless, we like to explore everywhere we go and get a feel for the local culture, so we spent a few hours exploring Phoenix. Our first stop was the library, which we heard is one of the city’s most impressive sights.

Instead, a confusing web of surface streets and rail lines led us to this building that is apparently this history museum (unfortunately closed), where we just decided to park and make our way to the library on foot.

We were most impressed by the extensive foreign language section!

View of downtown from the library.

The outside of the library as seen from the adjacent park. The park wasn’t what I would call a welcoming place; instead, we got the feeling the few people hanging out there simply were waiting for us to leave so they could get back to doing whatever they were doing before we came. And on that note, we decided to check out downtown…

Most of downtown Phoenix looks just like this: lots of glass office towers. It’s certainly clean and shiny.

We did notice a couple of pleasant, historic buildings, but nothing like the character of Prescott.

We decided to take in a baseball game at Chase Field.

I’ve gotta say, the Diamondbacks have a nice gameday atmosphere around the stadium, with lots of shops and bars. It’s no Fenway, but it definitely beats the sea of surface lots surrounding the stadium in Atlanta!

Posted by: Alex MacGregor | August 1, 2011

The Road to the Grand Canyon

After a long hiatus from any serious traveling, Caroline and I decided to take a trip to Arizona. We picked this destination for a number of reasons: the Grand Canyon, my grandmother lives there, and going to the desert every once in a while is cool–that sort of thing. Caroline’s parents have always wanted to see the Grand Canyon, so they came along for that part of the trip too!

That’s one big cactus!

We were pleased to discover that, beyond the Grand Canyon, Arizona has a lot going for it in terms of beautiful mountains, classic old towns, and artsy enclaves. You can see all of this stuff in one easy trip down Highway 89A, which runs more or less between Phoenix and Flagstaff.

The first stop along this road is the city of Prescott (which apparently rhymes with Connecticut).

Prescott is a small city whose mile-high elevation makes it a welcome change from the swelter of Phoenix.

We also found it to have a beautifully-preserved and vibrant downtown. Unlike many western cities, Prescott is laid out almost exactly like an old southern town: a grid of streets with a main courthouse square in the middle.

Like any self-respecting town square, Prescott has the traditional bandstand (or gazebo–whatever you want to call it).

Saloon Row, seen from the main square, is a famous block of old saloons. A good number of them are still very old-timey but tame-looking (like the one below), while others look like sketchy dive bars that advertise before-noon drink specials. I’m on the fence about which sort of bar is more the more authentic saloon–what are your thoughts?

About an hour north–and over another mountain ridge–lies the old west town of Jerome.

Jerome is the epitome of the wild-west boomtown that’s frozen in time. The city was started by (and finished by) mining–did I mention it’s built into the side of a mountain?–and turned to tourism after it’s population and economy collapsed as mining was no longer profitable. The city has great old-west architecture and character…

…as well as some great views!

As usual, what’s cooler than the stuff that’s been converted into a tourist haven is the stuff that behind the scenes. Up in the hills, you can still get a glimpse of some old mining works:

And if you’re willing to make the hike above town into the old residential areas, where people are carefully rehabbing the handful of remaining homes, you almost entire a different world.

Instead of facing a street, these houses lead out onto a boardwalk!

Seems like a pretty inconvenient way to live–not having a street that really goes to your house and all–but the view is probably worth it!

Anyone looking for a fixer-upper?

Next up on 89A is world-famous Sedona, where beautiful mountain vistas compete for your attention with all-things-artsy. Want proof? Here’s Caroline standing next to some blushing javelina statues wearing leis, in front of incredible mountains.

The city’s natural location is absolutely stunning, although I found it difficult to find a place where I could really get a good view of it all. From a second-story ice cream shop, I managed to get a relatively clear view, but it ended up looking more like a postcard for this motel than anything. Oh well.

After a stroll through Sedona, you might find yourself in art-overload, in which case you’ll probably want to head out into aptly-named “Red Rock Country” for some scenic driving.

There’s no shortage of stuff to see:

And, in the distance, cathedral rock:

Sadly, the surrounding countryside seems to be in a bit of a state of growing pains. There are “No Parking” signs everywhere along the road (especially right where you want to pull over and take a picture). I did buy a pass to all the parks along the road (or so I thought), but it turns out the best parks were either state parks or national forest and thus excluded from the pass, and they were typically expensive: getting into Red Rock State Park would be $20–almost as much as the Grand Canyon!

Hopefully the region can figure out a way to have people freely enjoy the area and not have to spend $50 on parking at the various sites.

Past Flagstaff, storms gather over the gigantic San Francisco Peaks, at over 12,000′ in elevation.

Next stop: the Grand Canyon!

Posted by: Caroline | July 18, 2011

Atlanta Foodie Adventures

Alex and I recently signed up to be a part of Atlanta Underground Market, a monthly event where caterers congregate at a secret location to dish up inventive plates to the city’s food-curious.

This month’s location was the (aptly named) Goat Farm, an artists’ community on the grounds of an old cotton gin factory.

Protector of the Goat Farm?

Here, old industrial meets agricultural in a way you might not expect so close to the skyscrapers of Midtown.

Outside of the Market

We pushed our way through this crowd to the very back of the Market in search of our friend, Cheikh. He cooks up Senegalese-inspired dishes under the name Teranga Without Borders. Tonight he featured grilled and roasted lamb with couscous (topped with a green olives and onion sauce); drumsticks, each carefully stuffed with vermicelli and shrimp; and ice-cold hibiscus and ginger drinks. We got one of each of everything, and the food was so good, we forgot to take pictures. You’ll just have to trust us on this one.

We also sampled stuffed mushrooms and meatballs…

…turkey bacon-wrapped dates…

…and to top it all off, this peach whoopie pie with balsamic reduction from Dr. Sweet’s.

We can’t wait for the next one!

Posted by: Alex MacGregor | July 8, 2011

Historic Atlanta

Every Spring, the Atlanta Preservation Society hosts Phoenix Flies, a series of events to showcase the city’s historic neighborhoods and buildings. We checked out a couple of the tours.

Castleberry Hill

Just a few blocks from the blight of south downtown lies Castleberry Hill, a historically industrial area that’s turned into Atlanta’s fine art district.

We got to check out how some of the buildings look on the inside, such as this art gallery called The Granite Room:

Although most of the buildings have been converted into galleries, bars, and lofts, strict zoning regulations have kept the neighborhood’s gritty industrial roots in plain sight. It’s still not hard to imagine this area in a different time.

From the northern end of the neighborhood, you get a great view of downtown Atlanta as well as the railroads that made this city what it is.

Midtown

Filled with condo towers like these, Midtown, the neighborhood I call home is usually not thought of as a Historic District:

But a tour of the area shows some really cool old buildings.

The 1911 Georgian Terrace Hotel on Peachtree Street was the site of the Gone With the Wind premier ball.

St. Marks Church, 1902, on Peachtree Street

The former Biltmore Hotel on West Peachtree Street. After closing in the 80s, it was converted into offices.

The Crum & Forster Building on Spring Street, which Georgia Tech has been in a battle to demolish for several years now.

Posted by: Alex MacGregor | November 29, 2010

Steak & Gravy in Greensboro

During college, our favorite day trip from Athens was always to the small town of Greensboro. Located on I-20 just east of Lake Oconee, Greensboro is just far enough away to be completely outside the influence of metro Atlanta, so the pace of life is a lot more relaxed. There’s not a whole lot to do, but it makes for a great change of pace from Midtown.

Greensboro’s main drag. The town is historic and quaint, but not overly touristy.

As usual, a visit to Greenboro always begins with lunch at our favorite restaurant, the Yesterday Cafe. Best cornbread I’ve ever had!

The Greene County Courthouse

The 1807 “Old Gaol”, along with awesome historical placard.

Greensboro’s vegetable market, which caters to an odd mix of locals, tourists, and immigrants. We always come back with a big supply of goodies.

As you might expect, Greensboro is filled with gorgeous old southern homes, such as this last one, which has been restored and converted into a tea room.

Posted by: Alex MacGregor | November 28, 2010

Cape to Milan Going Forward…

Caroline and I have been back in the US for six months now, and we were starting to wonder what would become of this blog. We’ve (tentatively) decided to just keep on updating it under the same name and web page, even though any traveling we do now has nothing to do with that name. After all, a few hundred people a month are still stumbling onto this blog, so we might as well just keep adding to it.

In order to keep this somewhat organized, we’ve added the year to all of the categories along the right side. This way future travels will be separate from earlier travels.

If you want to look over our 2010 Cape to Milan trip in chronological order, here is the basic order in which we visited the countries (although this ignores some criss-crossing and backtracking):

Germany, South Africa, Mozambique, Malawi, Zimbabwe, Ethiopia, Egypt, Turkey, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Kosovo, Albania, Montenegro, Croatia, Bosnia i Hercegovina, Italy, France, and Switzerland

Our newer posts categories will be a lot closer to home for the time being–starting out with some travels in our home state of Georgia.

Enjoy!

Posted by: Caroline | May 27, 2010

An Unfashionable Return

This is a sad post because, as the blog title indicates, Milan is our final stop in the biggest adventure of our lives thus far.

Despite the fact that the rain wanted to visit the European design hub with us, we still managed to enjoy Milan. Below are several photos of its streets.

What a bank!

“Fashion capital of the world” is a well-earned title. Everyone looks effortlessly chic, whether they’re stopping for an espresso or walking past Prada shops. After nearly fourteen weeks on the road (and often a very dusty road at that), my clothes were no match for the luxurious fabrics and glamorous cuts of Milan’s styles.

These price cards displayed with the mannequins are a lovely courtesy to window shoppers; it helps mere mortals, such as myself, see that “window” is the only type of shopping I’ll be doing in this city.

But who needs designer clothes, really, when you have this breathtaking cathedral nearby?

Inside the Duomo. Beyond the gorgeous interior, there are also several entertaining informational boards that manage to get a few digs in at Protestantism.

Soon that dreadful time came to drive to the airport. We boarded this shuttle bus to Linate at 5:30am–not a great time, but still a far cry from the 4am boarding times we experienced in Africa!

Linate airport

An actual safety sign posted for the Linate airport escalator. Just forget lawsuits if you get hurt on this thing, because whatever you were doing is probably banned on this sign.

Our flight landed in Frankfurt, where we spent a few hours terrorizing the duty-free shops (I am guilty of trying the tester fragrances with no intention of buying) and picking out the most adorable German words we could find. I think “babywickelraum” wins.

Then it was time to head back to the Atlanta airport where all of this started three and a half months ago. Although I was sad to be leaving behind the exotic life of a traveler, I thought at least life will be a bit easier in America. Not so; immigration was apparently shifting to a new system that day (how lucky are we?), so my first few hours in America were some of the most frustrating of the whole trip! Oh, well. Still good to be home.

Posted by: Alex MacGregor | May 25, 2010

Out Comes The Sun

On our last day in Gimmelwald, we finally had some great weather to see the Lauterbrunnen Valley!

Gimmelwald from above

Since we were a bit tired from two days jam-packed with hiking, so we decided to stroll around in the meadows and relax for the day.

The areas a bit higher above Gimmelwald turn into ski resorts in the winter. In the summer, they make for a great place to wander around.

Crazy ski rules

We hiked to the foot of the Schilthorn, which Caroline climbed up on her previous visit. More than a vertical mile up from Gimmelwald!

The meadows also have a great panoramic views!

We also checked out the nearby town of Murren, where old houses such as these sit next to ski chalets.

Unfortunately, Murren was still more or less a ghost town. I guess May is much to early to enjoy potato pancake in this eatery.

If you’re desperate for some food, you can indulge in some overpriced Chinese food. The prices don’t look that bad…

…until you compare them with the pictures! Keep in mind a Swiss Franc is worth practically a Dollar with today’s crazy exchange rates.

Murren is a great example of the Swiss obsession with getting public transportation into every nook and cranny of the country. Trains manage to reach the town, perched a half mile above the valley floor below!

From Murren you get a completely different view of the valley.

You even get a glimpse of the infamous Eiger!

Posted by: Alex MacGregor | May 24, 2010

Swiss Mists

The end of the line of our frustrating and circuitous path into the Swiss Alps was the town of Gimmelwald, situated on a cliff high above the Lauterbrunnen Valley.

Despite an influx of tourists in recent years, Gimmelwald is pretty much everything you imagine Switzerland to be: traditional farmhouses set amid livestock-filled meadows, with wild alpine scenery overlooking it all. Caroline first made a visit here several years ago, and had always wanted to come back.

Locals have their cowbell collections in proud display.

The Lauterbrunnen Valley is unique because you get great scenery looking both up at the mountains and down into the green valley below.

Gimmelwald was largely put on the map by Rick Steves and his rave reviews of Mountain Hostel–to this day the place has far more Americans than most hostels in Europe. It remains a great place to stay, although you’d probably need to book in advance in the busy summer.

From town, we witnessed this avalanche falling before our eyes! (Look just above the top of the tree in the middle.)

We spotted this creature just outside of town.

Unfortunately, much of our time in Gimmelwald was spent hoping the weather would improve. The scenic mountain panoramas were frequently obscured by mist, backlighting all of our pictures and causing us to have to duck from the sporadic rain.

Sometimes, it was like the clouds were teasing us, showing just a small window of what we could be seeing in better weather!

Hiking is the main activity in Gimmelwald.

On our first day, we decided on an ambitious trail that goes high on a mountain and ends at a glacier lake.

For a while, the weather was looking promising. We got a great view of Gimmelwald from the other side of a small valley.

Eventually, we encountered snow.

At first, it was fun.

Over time, the trail got worse and worse, until it was eventually impassable in our tennis shoes. Note to self: June is the month to go to Switzerland.

We decided to stop and enjoy our picnic lunch.

From our higher position, at least we were able to get some great views of the nearby mountains.

A huge glacier clinging to a mountaintop

Later, we decided to defy the weather and tried to make a shorter, lower hike to another glacier. Caroline had made this hike on her previous visit and it sounded great.

Snow covering up a river.

Caroline leads the way through the rain. Unfortunately, the glacier was pretty much covered in snow and tough to see much of, especially with the rain and fog.

We decided to call it a day and see if the weather would improve in the morning.

When we first woke up, the valley was filled with mist and it was raining steadily. Fortunately, the weather improved drastically and we were off and hiking by 9. On day two, we decided to head into the valley below.

The path towards the valley floor.

A spectacular cataract on the cliffs below Gimmelwald.

The first view of the Lauterbrunnen Valley is always particularly striking.

As we walked toward the town of Lauterbrunnen, the weather steadily improved, so we were able to gaze at the many waterfalls and cliffs without fear of rain.

In the uphill direction, the mountains were still shrouded in mist.

Eventually, we stumbled upon the Trummelbachfalle.

The runoff from glaciers upstream has created a series of jagged caverns.

The water rushes through in some immensely powerful waterfalls.

The ‘corkscrew’–a twisted gap that water rushes through at high speed.

From high on the falls, you get the classic Lauterbrunnen Valley shot.

Outside the falls, we got a feel for the bizarre effects of international tourism in the area. An Indian tour group had left the falls just as we entered, and was sitting down to a big lunch at the park outside. I couldn’t help but snap a picture of the “GourmIndia” truck that follows the tour group around, waiting for them to get hungry!

The town of Lauterbrunnen, famous for the waterfall falling from the cliff above. Unfortunately, another storm was forming just down the valley, marching up the valley to soak us again!

Posted by: Caroline | May 20, 2010

Ten Trains, a Bus, and a Cable Car

After a week of soaking in the Mediterranean atmosphere, we began what would be the final journey of our trip: a lengthy, confusing, but (eventually) rewarding trek into the Swiss Alps.

We boarded a train in Menton bound for Ventimiglia, the Italian border town we used to access Apricale earlier in the week.

With a few minutes to spare before our train to Genoa, we walked past this still-sleepy fruit and vegetable market.

At the beach, we caught a glimpse of the old town.

We switched to a Milan-bound train in the Genoa station.

After transiting through a host of drab, unremarkable train stations, arriving at Milano Centrale is a real treat. Classic exterior…

… modern, functional interior.

 Next stop: Domodossola! Are we in Italy or in Switzerland? Although technically Italian, the Swiss flag appears just often enough to confuse travelers.

The streets of Domodossola.

But once you board the swank, expensive Swiss train that leaves the station, you feel incredibly far away from the country you are actually in. In Italy, you can walk up to the ticket window and ask for cheap regional train tickets. In Switzerland, when you ask, “What’s the cheap way?”, your answer is a good laugh followed by, “There’s only one way.” (And it will cost you your bank balance as well).

Our first taste of Switzerland (besides its ritzy trains) was a stop in Brig.

By this time, we had already been traveling for twelve hours. But the snow-capped mountains were too enticing to stop for the day, and we decided to press on to our final destination: Fiesch, our gateway to glaciers.

This was a poor choice. We wanted to find some budget accomodation and go see the Aletsch Glacier in the morning, but what we mainly did was stand around looking miserable. One of us stood with the bags while the other traversed a whole side of the town searching for the simplest of “zimmer” (rooms)–anything that wouldn’t cost us our whole daily budget. Then we switched roles. Ten cars whizzed past as I stood forlorn on this street corner. In Albania, all ten would have stopped to ask if I needed help; in Fiesch, travelers don’t even get the most cursory of glances! (But the quality of Swiss chocolate is worth such treatment; there’s always tradeoffs).

We had considered returning to Brig after hearing that all the hotels demanded a small fortune for their services, but our decision was firm once we heard that the cable car to the glacier was not even in operation yet. May is still winter in alpine Switzerland! Exhausted and distraught, we caught the very last train back to Brig–along with a group of boisterous Swiss youth. That’s what you get for riding the 11pm train.

We gave up on our goal of seeing the Aletsch Glacier–or anything close to it–and caught the train to lush, pretty Interlaken. The mountain-fringed city attracts scores of adventure sports enthusiasts wanting to paraglide into its expansive flower-filled fields.

The Aare River

The person in charge of landscaping here deserves a raise. The city was blanketed in tulips in shades I had never seen before.

But for the budget traveler, Interlaken is just a day trip; this elite hotel and accompanying Rolex advertisement are a reminder to get out while you still have some money left in your pocket.

We did stumble upon one down-to-earth place: this moderately-priced cafe. In this German-speaking part of Switzerland, we couldn’t fall back on familiar Romance language skills. It made us feel a bit isolated. So it took me a few minutes to realize that I surprisingly understood what the signs on the cafe wall said. They were in Portuguese! Alex (who luckily was wearing his Mozambique shirt) and I were so excited to use our “obrigada” and “obrigado” again (Portuguese for thank you), and the proprieter was similarly pleased.

We stocked up on groceries at the Coop and boarded a train to Lauterbrunnen, a bus to Stechelberg, and finally–a cable car to Gimmelwald, the snowglobe-like farming village that is worth any number of train rides.

If I look less than amazed by the unbelievable scenery, it’s because I just spilled yogurt (our intended breakfast for the next two days) all over my things.

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