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16.11.14

Kickin' it in Kotor

16.11.14 Posted by Nikki Carlson , , , , , No comments

A few days before I was set to fly to London, Tommy, Ian and I decided to leave Pristina and head to Montenegro where Ian and I had the same flight to Stansted Airport on the following Sunday – talk about a small world! 

We initially thought that Kotor for two nights would be wishful thinking considering the shoddy bus timetables from Pristina and our impending Ryan Air flight, but with a series of miraculous connections and brazen attitudes towards the bus drivers we made it there by nightfall.  
Overlooking Kotor Bay with Tommy
During the numerous legs of the trip, I was continuously entertained by the endless stories and hilarious sense of humor of these two crazy guys.  It didn’t hurt that we managed to continuously acquire beers throughout the journey, either.

Ian had spent time in Kotor earlier in the season, and was able to get us straight to the hostel where he had called ahead to make a reservation for us.  All that was left? A night on the town, of course! 
Winnie The Pooh Champange for pre-gaming? Ian needed to pose with it
We had a great time exploring a few local pubs with live music.  Luckily for us, it was one of the last weekends of local activity before these watering holes closed down for the winter season.  The locals, food, ambience, and landscape reminded me of my time in Dubrovnik in October (the two cities are only about 2 hours apart by bus).  It was perfect!
The following day Tommy and I decided to have a look around the town.  Since Ian had already explored the viewpoints over Kotor Bay, he decided to split from us and we agreed to meet up for a beer a bit later.  “The hike to the fortress and around the town should take about an hour and definitely no more than two”, he said as we parted ways.
Stray kitten buddy who insisted on snuggling on my shoulder
During our hike to the fortress lookout, Tommy and I had a very long discussion.  The topics ranged from history and politics to favorite books to bucket lists.  It was not one of those “Oops, my coffee is now cold because we were talking so much” chats.  It was more along the lines of  “Where the hell have you guys been? You left five hours ago.  I’ve had a meal since then and have been considering contacting the local authorities!”  
To say the least, the views were stunning and I had incredible company for the exploration.  Tommy is an extremely interesting, well-read, hilarious North Irishman.  I walked away from our chat with a handful of new perspectives and a plethora of takeaways, not the least of which is new additions to my reading list.  One of my favorite subjects that we covered was Irish history (of which he is well versed, no surprise), which turned into our respective family trees and family history, which I’ll get into a bit later.
Atop the Fortress
Visiting Kotor Bay was definitely a treat, and since it was mid-November, we had the place to ourselves with the exception of a few Erasmus students.  The day was beautiful and we chatted while we leisurely explored our surroundings from atop the fortress walls.   If you get a chance to visit Montenegro, do not miss Kotor Bay!

I don’t think I would have done the full day bus from Pristina to Kotor alone with so little time for mishaps and the dubious bus schedules available.  Obviously, I’m thrilled that I met Ian and Tommy, who made this trip to Kotor a reality for me and kept me laughing the entire way.

During my recent visit to Atlanta, Tommy’s discussion prompted me to spend an afternoon with my paternal Grandmother specifically for the purpose of endless inquiries about our family history.  I learned a lot. 
I always like hanging out with my Grandmother and talking about life in general, but this specific day was especially meaningful to me because I got to hear her stories, see pictures, go through travel albums and spend time learning about our history with her.  I will always cherish that day, and am so glad we were both able to make it happen while I was home.  I learned that my Grandfather lived in Finland for a short period of time as a young boy, and that we are part of a subset of the rather small Finnish population known as Swede-Finns.  Sound shocking?  Probably not to you, but I grew up thinking that we were fully Swedish on my father’s side…

After I learned that my paternal Grandfather’s family comes from Närpes, Finland, I wasted no time in attempting to contact long-lost family there.  I have since made plans to visit later this spring, and am hopeful that this plan will come to fruition.  I’m excited to continue to piece together my family history, and have Tommy to thank for being the catalyst behind my newfound interest.
Around Kotor
Last week, I was chatting with a few people who were at my table for our family-style New Years Eve feast and party.  They were from Helsinki, Finland, and I shared my slightly embarrassing, but seemingly relevant Finnish story.  They immediately started giving me fun facts about “our” country and introduced me as Finnish to other travelers as we partied the night away.  

Though my brief trial run as a Finn is a far cry from being full bred, it was a fun surprise from the universe to ring in 2015 shouting “Kippis!” surrounded by Finns, as well as travelers from many other nations.  I’m looking forward to the continuous learning offered to me by traveling and another year of incredible memories and experiences!

20.9.14

Morocco Part III: Chefchaouen

Riad balcony overlooking Chefchaouen at Riad Joe Baraka
Many weeks ago while I was initially planning my time in Morocco, I came across a fantastic travel blog called Legal Nomads.  Jodi's fabulous blog, pictures, and stories captured the spirit of Morocco, and Chefchaouen (or Chaouen) in particular, and after reading her article I knew 'The Blue City' was going to be at the top of my list during my time in Morocco.    
Street markets in Chefchaouen
During our trip into the Sahara, Michael and I met an incredible Vietnamese traveler named Anh who (like a responsible traveler) had her hostel arrangements sorted out for Fes and Chefchaouen, her destinations after our trip to Merzouga. 
Tall. Green. Plants.
 Although we knew we wanted to visit each of the cities, Michael and I had (like irresponsible travelers) not arranged anything, which always leaves room for the unexpected shenanigans that we  have so often experienced.  Anh was excited to have two new travel buddies and after briefly regrouping in Marrakech, we set off.
The quaint, peaceful streets of Chefchaouen
Luckily for us, when we arrived in Chefchaouen there was a surprise waiting for us.  Not only was there a room available for us at the same hostel, but Anh had reserved a room at the most incredible hostel I have ever stayed in, Riad Baraka.  (Seriously, book in advance.  That's serious advice coming from someone who doesn't reserve anything more than a day in advance!)
Great day at Cascades d'Akchour
The hostel is run by a hilarious British woman named Ann and is incredibly cozy, clean, well located, and (most importantly in a Muslim country) full of beer.  Or at least it was until we arrived.  Michael and I had died and gone to heaven.  Praise Allah.
On our way to the waterfall
We quickly checked in and went to explore the rest of the Medina and see what Chefchaouen had to offer us.

That was eight days ago.  
In that time I have shopped in the artisan markets, explored the Plaza Uta el-Hammam, sampled street figs and karmouss el hindi, basked in the glory of a traditional Moroccan hammam, attempted to transform into a Moroccan princess, hiked to the Cascades d'Akchour, visited a nearby farm and assisted in making traditional Moroccan hash, met new friends and have had countless genuine and reflective discussions while soaking up the atmosphere and fresh mountain air.  
Traditional Moroccan soaps for the hammam
To sum it up: my time in Chefchaouen has been perfect.  I can not convey the fun, laughter, relaxation, joy, cultural inundation, bliss and simple happiness that I have experienced in this wonderful town over the past week.  
View from the Spanish Mosque
The landscape is beautiful, the people are friendly and inviting, the food is (like all of Morocco) delicious, and the overall attitude is peaceful.
Princess Day for Maria and me - the henna was fun, but a fail!
I was blissfully unaware of how deeply I would fall in love with this city and the people I have met, and now I am instead simply blissful.  The thought of leaving tomorrow is breaking my heart, but I know that I will be back here one day...hopefully soon!
A small hair piece I received

21.1.14

Since I've Been Gone - Part 2: Kauai, Hawaii

21.1.14 Posted by Nikki Carlson , , , , No comments

After a (very fun filled!) night back through Atlanta and the Hartsfield Jackson Airport, I set off on the next chapter of my journey.  Destination: Kauai, Hawaii.

I had never visited the islands of Hawaii before, and was also thrilled to be able to see Dave before my time in South East Asia.  It was great to see where he has been living and working over the past few months - his apartment is less than 100 meters from the ocean...tough gig!! 


I should interject one important note here. One of my New Years Resolutions for 2014 was to "Try New Things That Frighten Me", and Hawaii was a great place to start testing the limits. 


If you know me well, then you know X-Game activities is not my calling.  Give me a cup of coffee and a book and I'm content for hours...give me a narrow hike with 300 foot cliffs and I may just sit down and cry.  I have always thought my friends were crazy to attempt these activities, and always more shocked that they enjoyed them...or at least said they did.  

I'm constantly in awe of Lisa's daredevil approach (and actual desire) to try any new extreme activities - whether it's sky diving, hiking extreme cliffs, canyoning, the list could expand into it's own post - but with Dave's itinerary for my visit I decided to lean on my new resolution and see what happened. 


Our first adventure took us to a remote beach and waterfall after an extremely muddy and treacherous hike.  The views were absolutely stunning, and try as I might to stifle my anxieties with my new resolution, I can't say that I was overwhelmingly successful.  Dave can attest to the mumbling and grumbling coming from my way at moments when the path was quite narrow and nerve racking.  The drops were steep and equally as breathtaking as the views, but once we arrived it was well worth it. 

Hanakapia Falls

Our next not-so-terrifying adventure took us to the North Shore of the island for an afternoon of kayaking.  



After an hour on the river, we took a hike through the dense forest and pits of mud to reach our next waterfall.  I enjoyed the lush scenery and chatting with other travelers in our group, and swimming in the waterfall to clean off the mud was a truly great feeling!  

Hiking to the Waterfall
Our most extreme activity was one that I somewhat reluctantly added to my Bucket List last year: skydiving.  I was surprised to find myself not only initially suggesting it to Dave, but then again pushing it to the top of our itinerary to ensure it happened.  I have heard many friends rave about their experiences skydiving, and after successfully avoiding my knee-jerk reaction to simply destroy both my Bucket List and New Years Resolutions, I decided to see what the hype was all about. 


Putting on the gear, signing my life away, and flying into the sky in a rickety plane didn't make me as nervous as I thought that it would.  I was surprised at how calm I was and how nonchalantly we approached this activity that had terrified me for years.  It wasn't until Dave and his tandem instructor disappeared into the sky that Fear reared it's untimely head. I guess it was making up for lost time (or maybe my morning coffee finally kicked in) because I was suddenly acutely aware of how mental this plan was. Luckily for me, my instructor couldn't have cared less about my nerves and, as politely as you can, shoved me into the small platform outside of the plane door and we were off.  


Sadly for you, the next few moments were captured through my instructor's GoPro, but will not be shown to any human being...ever.  I don't think they're fit for sharing, as most of the curse words I have ever learned, and some new ones I spontaneously created, were streaming out of my mouth for the ten seconds that followed that polite shove.  I'm such a lady. 


After my momentary cursing spree, I was able to soak up the views of the entire island and it was gorgeous.  Since it was early in the morning, the sunrise over the island highlighted the terrain and it was magnificent!  

Once back on the ground I was able to reflect on the overall experience.  It was incredible, and I'm so glad we were able to go while I was visiting.  

Tree used in Jurassic Park
Since Dave had work during the day, I did some exploring on my own.  One of my favorite stops was a visit to the Kauai National Tropical Botanical Garden. I was the youngest person on the tour by about 40 years, give or take, but enjoyed it thoroughly nonetheless.  We had a hilarious local guide who shared great stories and facts with us, and we got to taste many of the local fruits they have in the Edible Garden.  The history and beauty of the gardens made it well worth the walk there.

When we weren't jumping out of planes or ziplining across the mountains, we managed to do what we do best - try as many local dishes as we could eat!  Dave keeps his Hawaii blog updated with his favorite meals of the week, and I'm glad we got to check a few of them out while I was there.  I fell in love with the island's dried coconut snacks and the garlic shrimp from a local shrimp shack.  We also managed to find new places that have become some of Dave's favorites since I've left. 

The language, locals, cuisine and overall attitude of the island was unique.  It was eye opening to visit a part of my own country that doesn't even closely resemble the rest of the nation. 



After all of our adventures, I'm not convinced that I've completely revoked my opinion that my friends and family who live on the edge are slightly nuts, but I've opened my eyes to the adrenaline rush that these junkies seek.  



My time there flew by, and it was bittersweet to say goodbye to Dave.  Hopefully next time we see each other we'll have just as many great stories to share!