When I travel, I search for opportunities to immerse myself in a new culture. The people, landscape, architecture, and history of a place reveal its stories.
On the road leaving Santiago, Cuba
“Stay away from the Spanish Quarter. It’s dangerous!” The young man sitting in front of me on Amtrak’s Northeastern Corridor train from Philadelphia to Newark International Airport advises. Rick and I fly out of Newark on a two-stop flight ending in Naples, Italy, in a few hours. We’ll join a group to tour the city and explore the Amalfi Coast for ten days. These accusations about Napoli pique my curiosity. I’m eager to see it in action, especially to visit the “dangerous” Quartieri Spagnoli, the city’s Spanish Quarter.
“Loktak Aquamarine, Floating Homestay and Campsite – WELCOME” reads the sign nailed to a pole. The same words appear in Manipuri script above the English. An image of a tent, a deer, and water with large and small circles illustrate the experience. Next to the pole a dirt path leads down the steep embankment to the lake. At the bottom of the steep,15-foot path stands Ashok, a middle-aged man in a red plaid shirt, khaki pants, blue baseball cap, and rubber wading boots. Holding a long oar, he straddles two canoes strapped together to accommodate several passengers.
I look for adventurous experiences, outside the norm, a bit edgy.
Posted in TravelThruHistory.com, November 2018 Eleven-year-old