Wednesday, March 20, 2013

CORNWALL, ENGLAND


                                    Cornwall in a Nutshell


Although Cornwall is geographically close to the Cotswolds it is a world of its own with spectacular landscapes and stunning rugged coastline. Hedgerows climb the hills defining and dividing the rolling green pastures.
The River Tamar separates Cornwall from the rest of the country making Cornwall almost an island.  The once prosperous tin mining industry is no more, and at the time of my visit, the area was somewhat depressed with rather high unemployment.
 Small quaint fishing villages are found along the rugged coast in sheltered coves. The mild climate is conducive to sunning on the many beaches, and there are many good surfing areas.
         Cottages and churches are made of a grey stone, and English gardens continued to abound adding color. Rhododendrons were in bloom everywhere including growing wild along the side of the roads. We often passed under natural green arches over the roads where the trees and vines on each side had grown over the road and entangled with those on the opposite side. The hedgerow-lined meadows became part of panoramic views as the bushes and flowers along the roads thinned. Wild flowers were bloomed everywhere.
            Our guide told us, “Falmouth is the first port of arrival on the coast. In the 1700s the first ship to arrive with a cargo of tea from China received the highest price. The Cutty Sark won this unofficial race many times. Tea was a highly valued commodity and was kept locked in a wooden tea box. There is a large Celtic influence in Cornwall, and names of Celtic saints are evident. The Cornish language basically has been dead since the 1800s, but now there are organizations trying to revive and keep the language alive. The prefix Tre in a place name means village or field.”
            King Arthur resided in north Cornwall. The area has been the home of writers and artists for decades---Daphne du Maurier and Agatha Christie are but two writers who lived in Cornwall. George Bernard Shaw wrote The Doctor’s Dilemma  in 1906 while living in the picturesque fishing village of Mevagissey.
Most roads in Cornwall are narrow two-lane ones, with one lane going in each direction. Some roads are no more than a one-car lane and it got real interesting sometimes when our van met a vehicle going in the opposite direction. It is easy to understand that people living in this part of the country would want only a small vehicle. It was not uncommon to have stone walls at the edge of the road which eliminated any pull off—someone had to back up! Every once in awhile we’d find a small village or a thatched roof house, but we saw no tourists, buses, or fast food restaurants.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

MANDROGY, RUSSIA



                            A Surprise Stop

Our final stop before St. Petersburg was Mandrogy.  This small area was not on the agenda/schedule, but Lake Onega  was still frozen over  and we couldn’t get to Kitzi Island.  In fact we had to lay-to and wait for an ice breaker to arrive to break up the ice for us to continue on our journey. That was a first!   So this stop was a surprise.
 A very cold wind blew on a cloudy misty day as we went ashore. The village is small but a guide took us on a walking tour and told us, “A good friend of President Putin bought this place and it is becoming an escape destination for the new rich Russian. This area is situated in deep dense forest.”
The wooden buildings were topped with steep metal roofs. Much wood carving was used as decoration. Some of the architecture was very unique, and I could definitely see a tourist flavor. The guide pointed out a building with decorated windows that she said was typically Russian.
The prices in the shops were astronomical and most prices were stated in Euros. Although Mandrogy isn’t on American agendas, it definitely is on European ones.
After warming up in one of the shops we walked down to a ferry landing where a hand turned cable ferry took us on a five-minute river crossing to Pushkin Island. Pushkin was a famous Russian poet of fairy tales. Walking a well-packed path through the woods we stopped every few yards to observe wood carvings illustrating a Pushkin fairy tales.
The misty rain abated, and it was most pleasant in the  little forest, as the trees  cut off all the wind. The entire circular walk took less than an hour and it was fun seeing all the wooden carvings and learning something about Pushkin. We even stopped to sit on the throne of one of his tales and of course took lots of pictures.
As soon as we left the little ferry again the wind hit us in the face. We headed for the vodka museum where 2600 different vodkas were displayed. I sampled the local Mandrogy vodka. I remarked, “I can’t believe I’ve been drinking vodka straight. This is quite good.” 
In Russia one does not just ask for vodka. One names his brand, as there are 4000 of them!