Nagaland is a state located in the far northeast corner of India on the border with Burma. Born and raised in the neighbouring state of Meghalaya, I grew up hearing stories about the ethnic clashes, separatist and underground movements that plagued the state. But then there were also the tales of the valour, indomitable spirit and fiercely independent nature of the Naga tribes. In fact, they were the last to come under British rule in the late 1880s. To prevent rebellion from the unruly Nagas, the British had to devise an administrative system which retained and respected Naga law so that the villages continued to operate almost unaltered.
Nagaland today is a peaceful state and insurgency problems have stopped. With its return to normalcy, the state has opened up to tourism and hosts one of the most extravagant and colourful festivals in the region – the internationally acclaimed Hornbill Festival (held in the first week of December every year).
Comic book capers arriving in Sakaiminato on the Eastern DreamBy Pete Martin
It’s weird to be in Japan. It’s my first time and I really do feel like I’m on the other side of the world. Actually I am, after traveling across Russia on the Trans Siberia Railway and now across the Sea of Japan by ferry. A free shuttle bus takes me from the Eastern Dream into the centre of Sakaiminato. To my surprise, the bus drives on the right side of the road; by that, I mean the correct side, the left side, like in the UK.
As if to say a big konnichiwa (hello) and to my surprise there are colourful models of cartoon characters all over town. Every few metres along the main road, on rocks on the pavement cartoon caricatures have been placed. There are huge colourful comic posters on the walls of the buildings and the station too.
My first long-distance travel experience was accepting a one-year studentship to work at Guanajuato University Library in Mexico in the mid-1980s. I extended my time in Mexico for another year by working for the British Council in Mexico City. I loved Mexico and living there gave me a wonderful insight into the Mexican way of life. I spent holidays and weekends exploring Mexico and even ventured on a student trip to Cuba one week. I still have good friends in Mexico from this time.
After 2 years I returned to the UK and joined the British Council. This gave me the opportunity to travel during my 22 years working for them. My first trip was to run a 2-week librarianship course up in the copper belt of Zambia. Needless to say I stayed on to take a short safari and visit Victoria Falls, stopping off in Egypt on the way home.
Unchartered territory around Lake Hashinge, Ethiopia By Sam McManus
The only lake of any size in the northern province of Tigray, Lake Hashinge feels like the Como of Ethiopia. It joins two large areas of lush flatland to the north and south where droves of cattle and other livestock are brought to graze and water. At a 2500m elevation the lake waters rest calmly, enclosed to the east and west by beautifully terraced foothills. A church flashed like an aquamarine stone on a hillside as the sunlight caught it, the rays then abruptly cut off by an angry cloud rolling in to the higher peaks. I walked west along the south side of the lake, enjoying the shading of the water created by the rippling breeze, greeted by shepherds herding huge-horned cattle coming the other way. My plan was to walk up into the mountains on the west side of the lake, head north for two days, come down into the small town of Maychew, then summit Mt. Tsibet. Situated to the northwest of the town at 3935m, it is the highest in mountain in Tigray. I had not heard of anyone doing the walk and didn’t bring a tent, assuming there would be plenty of mountain villages there upon whose hospitality I could rely.
The walk up into the foothills through grass-thatched villages was beautiful. The lake shimmered on my right hand side and everything was green.
Coming lunchtime and just what I am looking for:- water running from a plastic
pipe but with a drinking cup left beside the fuente de beber close to a crude
table and bench. No need for signs attesting to the water quality, the locals –
gente local, obviously use this spring. I unpack my bread, Mahou, sausage and
cheese (pan, cerveza, chorizo y manchego) and catch a large draft of clear, cold
spring water.
What a feast. A warbler sings a few phrases in the brush, but gives up. It is
siesta time… I stretch out on the table and …
I had bronchitis a couple of weeks before I was due to travel to Sri Lanka.
I suddenly did not want to go. I felt really vulnerable and depressed,
but I also had faith that sunshine and a change of environment (I live
in London) would be good medicine for me. My first mistake was to
use the £10 voucher I was given by Sri Lankan airlines because of a
2 hour flight delay, to eat 3 oysters. Straight away I did not feel right..
but was it just nerves? I was not sick. I could not sleep on the plane
and arrived zonked … and nauseous. So I meekly allowed a taxi tout to
lead me to a taxi. I probably paid more than I should have but didn’t
care. I am someone who normally avoids taxis but I was that desperately
weary.
‘Don’t Cry For Me Argentina’ was resonating from loudspeakers throughout
the Sunday market in the San Telmo district of Buenos Aires, sounding even more wonderfully romantic sung in Spanish as ‘No Llores Por Mi Argentina’.
It was balm to my spirits, having just experienced one of the great scams inflicted on foreigners in that city. Heading to the market that morning I suddenly felt splodges fall on my head and shoulders from a balcony above.
A young woman immediately approached with a handkerchief, offering to wipe away the mess.‘Please remove your rucksack’, she said haltingly in English. No chance, I thought, having been told earlier that morning by a young Frenchman that he’d lost his passport, wallet, camera and all the pictures he’d taken in a year’s travelling in a similar scam just the day before. The scam was tried on me not once, but twice that same day without success, but thankfully did not diminish one jot my enjoyment of the city. Buenos Aires is a city of contrasts.
Pete Martin describes St Basil’s in Moscow, one of the many places around the world that has taken his breath away and he now calls his Transformational Moments.
I enter Red Square. It’s un- believable. I have that same feeling I got in Times Square, in Tiananmen Square, at the Grand Canyon and on the banks of the St. Lawrence River. I experienced a similar feeling at the Taj Mahal.
In these moments, I am lost for words, totally taken aback that I am here witnessing a sight that I did not think I ever would. I have a feeling of being alive and seeing some- thing I had previously only thing I had dreamed of.
Congratulations to Kay Grey who won a year’s membership of the Globetrotters Club in the Winter 2018 picture quiz by correctly naming the location in which this picture was taken.
The location in the photo is Song Kol in Kyrgyzstan. There were a few incorrect entries this time but the text gave enough clues to narrow it down…
Song Kol is the alpine lake that was mentioned. The traditional nomadic dwelling in the picture can be called a yurt or a ger as well as a few other names but the only national flag to depict the pinnacle of this construction set into a yellow sun on a red background is that of Kyrgyzstan.
Would you have got the answer right?
Why not have a go at the latest question?
Globe 2018 Spring Picture Quiz
Have a look at these pictures and read the clues to answer the question – where in the world is this?
One of the world’s oldest republics and also one of the world’s smallest independent nations, this landlocked mountainous microstate is said to have more vehicles than people!
The civil police are dressed in blue and yellow (below) and the national guard who are found outside public palaces (inset) are attired in a green and red uniform.
Long term club member, traveller extraordinaire and beer connoisseur Gavin has done it again with his latest adventure ! Whilst at the Travel Adventure show in London, Gavin entered Oasis Overland’s competition to win a place on their 40 day Silk Road expedition and won ! Congratulations Gavin and as he says in his own words… 🙂
The Ant
So here’s the story so far…
It all started with the Adventure Travel Show 2012 for which I volunteered as an Independent Travel Advisor as I have done every year if I’m in London and The Globetrotters Club has a stand there…
Shortly after getting details of the venue from Dick, I discovered the Show’s Facebook page and clicked-on so I got their updates. One of the first tweets was news that Oasis Overland were offering places on their Silk Road Expedition at half price for a limited time as a Show Offer. It was to be an “Exploratory” trip and would be followed by a Japanese film crew documenting the journey and one of their travelling countrymen as he made this 15 week overland trip. Apparently they’d filmed a couple of overland trips before on other continents, also featuring Japanese passengers as part of a series to introduce this relatively unknown method of travel to their viewers.
I had a quick look at the website and then emailed the company to check if the offer details were true and express my interest in the trip. I got a reply confirming that it was an offer for the duration of the travel shows and responded that I would come and chat to them there…
When I did, I discovered that they were also running a raffle to win a place on the trip; one winner from a prize draw at this show, another from the Destinations Show a week later. Each would win half the trip: either Istanbul to Bishkek or Bishkek to Beijing.
I was still mulling over the idea of doing the trip when I arrived at Destinations to discover that a winner had been drawn for the first leg – and it wasn’t me… but I could enter the second draw now..!
I was somewhat taken aback to receive a phone call the following week to tell me that my name had been picked out of the box and I’d won a place on the trip from Bishkek to Beijing!
In the days that followed, the question was “How do I get to Bishkek?” Do I now buy the first leg of the trip from Istanbul or fly to Kyrgyzstan? I considered all sorts of options including a route through Georgia and Armenia, transiting Azerbaijan and crossing the Caspian before coming down through Turkmenistan to meet the truck in Ashgabat!
My current plan is to join the trip in eastern Turkey before the drive across Iran. I’ve travelled around Turkey twice before (once on another truck on a similar route) so I’ll take the chance visit some new places in the country instead.
And at the end of the trip, I end up in north-east China, where I was based for a year in 2007 studying for a Master’s in photography. Might be a few friends and colleagues to look up…
This is the full trip as advertised on their website at full price
