Kashawe

​Yesterday was a travel day, flying from Johannesburg’s O.R. Tambo International Airport to Victoria Falls International Airport in Zimbabwe on a small, 48-passenger jet. 

As we were landing, we got a glimpse of Victoria Falls from the air. We’ll return here near the end of the trip to see the Falls up close, on the ground.

From the airport we boarded a small, 20 passenger bus (even though there are only 13 of us, plus our trip leader) for a three hour ride toward Hwange National Park.

The “highway” made the worst of Iowa or Minnesota potholes look like smooth sailing. So we were not exactly traveling at highway speed.

We had one stop at a very primitive roadside area. The people were extremely friendly, and our new best friend “Clive” volunteered to take us on a tour of the place that included the butcher shop, the sports bar, grocery store (where we met his father and uncle, above) and the porridge restaurant. Porridge is a stew of beef or goat, often mixed with or served on top of mashed boabob fruit (think sour mashed potatoes). We declined the taste test, especially since we had just seen the butcher shop where the meat probably had come from.

Later, a more modern rest stop had excellent ice cream cones for 50 cents U.S. The same soft-serve would have been $3 at home.

Our route took us through a series of huge open-pit coal mines that are disrupting thousands of acres of countryside. These are being operated by Chinese and Russian companies that bypass environmental regulations by bribing the inspectors. Bribes are common here for nearly everything. We are told that a U.S. 5 dollar bill can get a person out of almost any traffic ticket or hassle with a border guard.

The mines extend right up to the border of the national park. But the elephants don’t read the signs, so we passed a small family of elephants grazing in the midst of the mines.

Just inside the park we transferred from the bus to open-sided game ride jeeps for another hour+ ride to our home for the next 4 days, Kashawe Camp, owned and operated exclusively by OAT.

These roads made the highway I described earlier look like an interstate. Imagine the worst-maintained rural gravel road in Iowa.

The camp is quite nice. Our “tent” does have a canvas roof and sides, but a wooden screen door, electricity, wi-fi (albeit slow), and full bathroom with hot and cold running water. It’s not roughing it, and is a big step up from what we had in Tanzania 16 years ago.

Food is very good, and we have a full bar where we can purchase beer, wine, and mixed drinks at quite reasonable prices.

We crashed early, still dealing with jet lag, but slept well and were ready for departure on our first game drive shortly after sunrise this morning.

It’s just after the rainy season here, so everything is very lush and green. There are also a lot more trees than we envisioned. This makes seeing the animals much more difficult.

Nevertheless, our game drive driver, Garry, has very sharp eyes, and we were able to see impalas (larger deer), hydrax (rodent-like creatures), cliff springers (small deer), and warthogs, as well as many species of birds. 

At a lake, we observed hippos and crocodiles

On the way back to camp for lunch, a large bull elephant greeted us just outside the camp, and he was kind enough to pose politely for our photos before moving on.

Joburg

​It’s a very long flight from Minneapolis-St. Paul to Johannesburg, South Africa. Luckily, on the longest leg of the trip, from Atlanta to Johannesburg, we had some empty seats around us so that we could spread out and get some sleep. Even so, arriving at our hotel about 9 p.m. local time, we crashed for a full 8 hours.

Because our OAT tour doesn’t begin until Saturday, we booked a day trip with a local tour company to have a quick overview of Johannesburg.

Unfortunately, Good Friday is a major holiday here and all of the museums and historical sites were closed. Nevertheless, we got to see Mandela Square, and to get a very good look at the sharp contrast between the “haves” and the “have nots” here.

A high wall kept us from seeing Mandela’s house, but we could read some of the hundreds of messages written on rocks that people have left outside.

Soweto (the SOuthWEstern TOwnship) is famous as the locus of the fight for racial equality in this country. We were surprised to learn of contrasts even here, where there are modern new homes next to squatter slums.

We were also a little shocked to see goats feeding on garbage and the sidewalk restaurants serving “gentlemen’s menus,” which are parts of a cow one generally would hesitate to eat.

We also got a glimpse of Desmond Tutu’s modest home (somewhat obscured by foliage), and some outdoor monuments to the anti-apartheid struggle. But the tour ended early due to the many closures. Just as well, as we join the OAT group and head to the airport very early tomorrow for our flight to Zimbabwe.

Palm Springs

Minnesota winters can be long, so we try to find someplace warm to go and thaw out for at least a few days. This year we booked a short, four day trip to Palm Springs, California.

We attended church on Sunday, February 8, then went to a casual brunch with friends, and then made our way to the airport for our afternoon flight, arriving in Palm Springs about dusk. A rental car “upgrade” is not always a good thing. The midsize sedan we reserved was not available, so we were stuck with a too big SUV. It got us to our motel in Palm Desert — not a fancy place, but comfortable enough.

Monday morning we were up early — two hour time change — so after breakfast at the motel, we headed to Indian Canyons. The tribe charges senior citizens like us a $7 entry fee, and we got our money’s worth by hiking a couple different trails. After driving right in on our morning arrival, on the way out we were surprised to see a long line of cars, eager to pay their entry fee and lined up for over a block to get in.

A lunch hour stop at a recommended restaurant refreshed us with cold beer. Then we made our way to the Palm Springs Visitors Center to get the low-down on locations and events. We had purchased tickets online for the late afternoon “Ride and Dine” at the Palm Springs Arial Tramway. The ride was fun, there was more hiking at the top of the mountain, and the meal was better than we anticipated. The ride down after dark gave us a panoramic view of the city lights. 

Tuesday was spent primarily in “old” Palm Springs. The city became popular with the rich and famous in the 1950s and -60s, and is filled with examples of “mid-century modern” architecture. These include the Twin Palms neighborhood, the “Ship of the Desert,” and a home supposedly occupied by Marilyn Monroe where she secretly “entertained” John F. Kennedy. The downtown area also features a number of historically registered buildings, now all filled with trendy shops.

The art museum is closed on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but we visited the outdoor sculpture garden there (including a massive Marilyn Monroe statue), as well as another sculpture garden a half hour away in Palm Desert, nearer our hotel. We also wasted a great deal of time trying to find a brew pub. There aren’t any here!

Wednesday was devoted to visiting Joshua Tree National Park, It was an hour’s drive and a climbs to 4,000+ feet elevation. The visitors centers (there are four of them, and we visited two) are the worst we’ve seen in any national park. Maybe consolidate to just one good one? But we had some nice hikes, and at the first one, “Hidden Valley,” it felt like we had the place to ourselves. Things got more crowded mid-day.

Thursday, our final day in Palm Springs, started with exploring two additional neighborhoods of mid- century modern homes Then we returned to the central business district for more window shopping and another excellent Thai lunch. We drank beer at a pleasant sidewalk bar and watched people for awhile. The big “Modernism Week” festival begins today, so there were lots of interesting people to watch! Getting to the airport and returning the car were easy. The only snafu of the entire trip was getting the shuttle back to where our car was parked near the MSP airport.

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Advent 2025

Dear Friends and Family,

The cold and snow of a Minnesota December remind us that the year is once again turning from old to new. Meanwhile, we are simply turning old! We are thankful that our health remains excellent, we get to a gym nearly every day, and our activities at church and in the community are as robust as ever. Nevertheless we find ourselves spending more time in waiting rooms, getting check-ups, and thinking about Medicare coverage!

The “new” in our lives comes from our children and grandchildren.

L-R: Brandon, Sarah, “Chappy,” Mark, Harper, Clara, Matt, 
Corbin, Malcolm, Mary, Katherine, and “Timber.”

In Kansas, Sarah and Brandon continue in their federal law enforcement careers. Their daughter, Harper, is now officially a teenager at 13 and in 7th grade. Her brother, Corbin, age 11, is in his last year of elementary school and will follow his sister to middle school next fall. Malcolm, who will be 8 next month, enjoys life as a 2nd grader.

Here in the Twin Cities, Katherine and Matt also continue their careers – Matt as an engineer and Katherine as a composer and co-founder of Minnesota Winds, a professional concert band. Their daughter Clara, age 7, is in 2nd grade.

We are also thankful that we are still not too old to pursue our passion of discovering new things in the world through travel. Our ventures this year included a trip to Mexico in February, a river cruise from Budapest to the Black Sea in May, and a journey through northern Spain and Portugal in October.

We pray that you all may have a blessed celebration of the coming of the One who makes all things new! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Mark & Mary Johns

University

We had a late morning this morning, but couldn't sleep in. Jet lag is over (for now) but disordered sleep is not uncommon when moving from bed to bed, hotel to hotel, city to city. We were still awake early.

Our tour leader took us on a walk to an area of the city we had not previously been, near the university. After seeing some sites, we entered a cafe that has been traditionally popular with students. Here we met a young man who is a fairly recent graduate of a masters program in architecture.

Joao (pronounce ju-OHM) explained the tradition of students wearing black suits and capes when on and around campus. This medieval tradition was revived during the time of the dictatorship as a way of making students "invisible." Since all were dressed the same, they were harder for police to identify at protests or when seen meeting in groups.

The tradition continues as an ongoing symbol of resistance to any undemocratic tendencies in government or society. Also, J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter books, taught English here for a brief time. Students believe that the Hogwarts uniforms and the "invisibility cloak" in those stories were inspired by the tradition here.

Joao also spoke about the educational system and the "brain drain" facing Portugal since graduates can often find better jobs elsewhere in the E.U. than staying at home. He also mentioned challenges for students in finding housing near the university because of the gentrification of Porto and pressures on real estate due to tourism.

After this discussion our group dispersed. We walked a "garden" (city park) with beautiful views over the city. On a summer-like October Saturday it was full of locals enjoying the weather outdoors.

We walked toward the cathedral, taking a round-about route through the narrow residential streets where many buildings are not yet renovated.

At the cathedral, the line to buy admission was so long it wound around the block, so we decided to skip it. Instead, we walked back down hill through still more narrow streets until we reached the river. There we got a table at a sidewalk cafe, ordered drinks, and lingered to do some serious people watching. With tons of tourists here, there were plenty of people to watch!

Returning to the hotel we discovered emails informing us that our return flight to Minneapolis of tomorrow had been cancelled. We have to get up very early in the morning to fly to Amsterdam. From there, we're unsure what our route will be.

The day ended with our "farewell dinner" with the OAT group at a nearby restaurant. Now we'll try to get a little sleep before having to get up in the wee hours to go to the airport and on to destinations unknown.

Arouca

Once again we skipped an optional tour offered by OAT and opted for a day trip with a local company. Both trips were essentially going the same place, but the one we chose included a more active itinerary. A three mile hike in a river gorge is more than most OAT travelers wish to take on.

We had to walk about half a mile to meet our van. There were eight passengers (including us) with a driver guide. The group included two sisters from Belgium, a mother and adult daughter from the Netherlands, and a couple from Switzerland -- although neither was Swiss. The man was from Scotland and the woman from the Philippines, but they lived and worked in Basil. No other Americans.

Our first stop was the village of Arouca where we had a bathroom/coffee break. It's a cute village with a very large convent built by Queen Mafalda (who apparently was only a princess, and became a nun). 

We took a peak into the convent church. The nuns here became famous for making sweets that are called conventas because they came originally from the convent.

We drove on to a spot where we parked along a two-lane highway and walked into the woods. This was not what we were expecting, but after a walk of about a quarter mile we reached our destination: The Arouca 516 suspension bridge.

Suspended 175 meters above River Paiva, in the UNESCO Arouca Geopark (nature preserve) the Arouca is 516 meters long (hence the name). It is a pedestrian only bridge connecting two parts of the park across the Paiva gorge.

The bridge swings a bit, which makes for an exciting walk. But it's not as bad as many smaller such bridges we've been on. In our case, it was something of a bridge to nowhere. Nothing we were doing the rest of the day was on the far side. So after crossing it, we turned around and crossed back.

After the bridge, we started down the cascada, a series of wooden stairways down the side of the gorge. This is the beginning of the 5 kilometer (3 mile) walk through the gorge. It was a warm day, but the views were worth the trek.

By lunchtime we had earned our meal, so the van took us back to Arouca village for a traditional Portuguese meal of tiny fish, as well as pork, with rice and "green wine" (a white wine from freshly picked grapes that has had very little time to ferment, and thus has a fairly low alcohol content).

For dessert, we were served several of the local conventas. However, they now come from a commercial bakery and no longer from the convent.

In the afternoon we drove to Costa Nova. Until fairly recently this was a poor fishing village on a narrow strip of land between the sea and a salt water lagoon. Now it's being gentrified into a trendy and expensive location for vacation homes.

The fishermen painted their homes in black and white vertical stripes so that they could be easily spotted from sea on foggy days. The black stripes have been replaced by colorful ones, and no poor fisherman can afford to live here anymore.

Next stop with the town of Aveiro, which has been called "The Venice of Portugal." The old town is actually below sea level and crisscrossed by saltwater canals. Tourist boats on the canals have been made to look like the gondolas of Venice.

We were pretty tired by the time we got to Aveiro, so spent most of our time here sitting at a sidewalk cafe, nursing a beer.

Back in Porto, we met up at the hotel with our OAT group for an excellent evening meal at a local restaurant. Then we crashed for the night.

Porto

We arrived this morning in Porto and Gaia (the twin city on the opposite side of the River Douro from Porto) and promptly began a walking tour of the old city, beginning from the cathedral.

Porto Cathedral

Porto is hilly! Everything is built on a steep slope as the Douro cuts through the high hills on its way to the sea. The narrow, cobblestone streets are switchbacks that need to be navigated with some care.

View from Cathedral Plaza

A distinctive architectural element here is the use of porcelain tiles on the facades of many of the old buildings. The Moors introduced tiles to Iberia, and trade with China in the 16th and 17th centuries deepened the connection. So tile is used nearly everywhere.

One extraordinary example is the main railway station, very near our hotel, that is decorated inside with depictions of historical events all created in tiles.

Porto is also crawling with tourists! The old city is so crowded that it's difficult to walk the streets. Relatively few people appear to be locals. The citizens of Porto don't bother fighting the crowds in this old town area unless they have to come here for work.

We ate lunch at a nice restaurant along the river, which is prime tourist territory. The meal was very good, but had we not had the group reservation for this included meal, I doubt we could have gotten a table.

Old houses and warehouses along the river have been restored, and the walls designed to protect from frequent floods are no longer needed because of flood control dams upstream. So these areas are now mostly restaurants, with a few other tourist services mixed in.

In the evening we took a walk in the neighborhood around the hotel and crossed the Ponte Luis I. This bridge is constructed of iron by a protege of Gustave Eiffel and is the second oldest existing bridge in Porto/Gaia. The oldest was designed by Eiffel himself, but can no longer be used. The Luis I bridge carries only trams and pedestrians.

After our walk, many in our group went to a Fado Club to hear traditional Fado music. One of the singers was especially good, and it was obvious that she had a professionally trained voice.