Vietnamese Spices and Rice Noodles

Vietnamese Spices and Rice Noodles
Street food gives you insight into local culture, but it can be risky when you are travelling; sometimes it is safer to eat the five-star version as prepared in the pristine environment of a modern resort.

It can be relaxing to travel like a “tourist”: to find a haven in crisp sheets and smiling staff who speak your language, after a hectic day in a bustling foreign environment.

I usually avoid up-market resorts – mostly because I’d rather travel twice as often than pay twice as much. But, every so often, an offer comes to my attention, one that fits in so neatly with other plans we have already made, that I can’t resist.

So it was in February this year. My husband and I were already committed to attend the Singapore Air Show (see: Lines, Curves, and Dreams of Flight) when I saw a special deal for a new resort (Naman Retreat) near Danang in Vietnam. It gave me a chance to go back to Halong Bay (see: Vung Vieng Pearl Farm, Karst Mountains and Caves; and Spring Rolls and Winter Weather), and took us into a region of Vietnam I had always wanted to visit.

The resort itself and the package-deal we got was bliss: wonderful food, daily massages, an included cooking lesson, yoga classes and gym, a bicycle tour and other daily activities, shuttles into Hội An and Đà Nẵng, smiling and attentive (but not intrusive) staff… the list went on. Our only complaint was the weather: winter was colder, wetter, and had hung on longer, than any of the locals could remember – but we couldn’t really blame the resort for that!

Put your feet up and settle back into some true Asian comfort.

Purple Water Lily, Danang Vietnam

Water Lily
Nothing says “Southeast Asia” to me like waterlilies in beautifully manicured ponds.

Grey stone wall with terracotta mural of Vietnamese farmers, Naman Retreat, Đà Nẵng

Rural Mural
When you see the conical hats working in the rice fields, you can be nowhere but Vietnam.

Vietnamese Gardener with a cart in the rain, Naman Retreat, Danang Vietnam

Gardener
Even in the rain, the staff are hard at work maintaining the grounds. (iPhone6)

Quiet morning on a Danang Beach, Vietnam

Morning on the Beach
Fishermen have their rods set on the quiet winter beach. No holiday-makers are around; it is far too cold to swim. (iPhone6)

Sand Crab on yellow sand, Danang Vietnam

Sand Crab (iPhone6)

Hay Hay Restaurant viewed from the pool, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Naman Retreat’s Hay Hay Restaurant
With bamboo walls and a thatched roof, the Hay Hay Restaurant, designed by locally-based Vo Trong Nghia Architects, is an intriguing fusion of contemporary design and Vietnamese tradition. (iPhone6)

Bamboo arches Inside Naman Retreat Diningroom, Danang Vietnam

Resort Dining Room
Inside, bent bamboo pillars reach high …

View inside the domed bamboo roof Hay Hay Restaurant, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Vaulted Bamboo Ceiling
… up to the vaulted ceiling. Different types of bamboo, chosen for their properties of strength, rigidity or flexibility, have gone into the construction of the airy resort buildings.

Cereals in glass jars on the Breakfast Bar, Hay Hay Restaurant, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Breakfast Bar
When I saw the breakfast selection, I was in heaven! (iphone6)

Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Display Kitchen
Mid-morning, we were back in the dining room for our cooking lesson.

Smiling Vietnamese man in chef uniform, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Smiling Chef
Vu, whose official designation according to his name-tag, is “Flame Keeper Captain”, greets us and gives us our Cooking Class Recipe card.

Spring Roll Ingredients on white plates, , Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Spring Roll Ingredients
The rice-paper wrappers and filling ingredients are laid out and ready.

 Vietnamese man in chef uniform, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Chef Vu
Vu describes the ingredients and explains the process of making the dipping sauce for traditional Vietnamese fresh spring rolls.

Vietnamese man in chef uniform whisking sauce, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Whisking Sauce
He whisks the coconut juice, white sugar, melted rock sugar, salt lemon juice, chilli, garlic and fish sauce together, …

Man in white uniform whisking sauce, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Whisking Sauce
… beating vigorously until the ingredients are well combined.

Man in white uniform Rolling Spring Rolls, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Rolling Spring Rolls
Once the sauce is made, Vu demonstrates how to roll the prawns, pork belly, mint, coriander, and bean sprouts into their parcels. I love the contrast between his simple Buddhist bracelet and his jewel-studded gold ring.

Vietnamese Traditional Fresh Spring Rolls, Danang Vietnam

Vietnamese Traditional Fresh Spring Rolls
When we’ve made our own spring rolls, we get to eat them. Lunch is served!

 Vietnamese man in chef uniform, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Making Pho: Traditional Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup
As we enjoy our spring rolls, Vu tells us how to make Vietnam’s best-known soup: Pho.

Two Vietnamese men in chef uniform, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Chef with a Frypan
With a sous chef watching on, Vu adds ingredients to a heavy frypan …

Man in white uniform with a heavy frypan, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Ingredients in the Pan
… and cooks them up.

Vietnamese man in chef uniform, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Talking about Pho
Although pho is now known around the world, the noodle soup is thought to originate near Hanoi in the early 20th century, influenced by both Chinese and French cooking traditions.

Vietnamese man in chef uniform, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Chef Making Soup
Although the soup stock has simmered for 10 hours, pho is delightfully fresh tasting. Vu puts freshly cooked noodles, cooked beef, and fresh herbs into bowls before topping the dishes with the broth.

Vietnamese man in chef uniform Chatting with Customers, Hay Hay Restaurant Display Kitchen, Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Chatting with the Guests
As we finish up our soup, Vu takes time to review his cooking class and chat with participants.

Bronze sculpture of sprouting rice on water, , Naman Retreat Danang Vietnam

Sprouting Rice
Rice, sprouting in watery rice paddies where it is grown by dint of backbreaking labour, is central to Vietnamese life. Dotted around the Naman Retreat buildings, beautiful bronze sculptures of rice sprouts are reflected in granite ponds.

It was a beautiful combination:-

Text: Keep smilingWe had a haven where we could retreat from any hustle and bustle, while being immersed in the very best of Vietnamese food and culture.

Who could resist?

Pictures: 24-26February2016

Portrait of a Rajasthani Man in a colourful Turban, Khejarla India

Portrait of a Man in a Turban
Textured walls and colourful turbans: you don’t need to go far in India to find a photographic subject. (Khejarla, Rajasthan)

Trip Advisor gives it a good rating.

“Fort Khejarla offers guests an enlivening experience,”says the official website.

I still think of it as the hotel that tried to kill me.

Well, shock and asphyxiate me; “kill” might be a bit extreme.

I was looking forward to our stay at the heritage “resort”, Fort Khejarla Hotel, 85 km east of Jodhpur in Rajasthan. My husband and I had stayed in a couple of old palaces on an earlier tour through Northern India and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. On this trip, I was travelling with a photographic group under the tutelage of photographer Karl Grobl and the watchful eye of local guide DV Singh.

The turrets of Fort Khejarla, Rajasthan

Khejarla Fort
Fairytale turrets rise up over the 400-year-old walls built by the Rajputs.
(iPhone 4S)

inner courtyard, Khejarla Fort, Rajasthan India

Inner Courtyard, Khejarla Fort
Morning light slants through the delicate arches and over the ancient crumbling red sandstone bricks (iPhone 4S).

I was thrilled with my room: cool marble floors, a four-poster bed all to myself, and even a sitting alcove, complete with velvet-covered antique furniture. I bounded out of the suite and crossed into the courtyard, where a shoemaker was selling his wares. I bought slippers for my absent husband and an embroidered silk jacket for myself before checking at the office for a hairdryer.

Back in my room after dinner, I slipped off my shoes and went to wash my face. The light switch zapped me. I tried to turn on the water at the sink: the taps shocked me. I called for a technician, who finally arrived in his black patent shoes and shiny blue pants. Of course, the electrically charged particles ignored him.

He turned on the shower water; I put my hand towards it and you could see the electricity arcing towards me. “Ah,” said the technician (translated by DV), “it’s because you have bare feet!”

They decided the mini-electric water-heater might be to blame, and installed me in the room next door. Not as nice, but less “shocking”.

Or so I thought.

While working on my computer, I noticed a funny smell – which I’d previously attributed to an oil burner left in the room – coming from the bathroom. The hair dryer which they had lent me was on fire, and it had attacked my waterproof plastic toiletry bag. Before long, toxic fumes were choking me, the fire was spreading, and I was despairing of anyone hearing my cries for help as I attempted to smother the flames with towels.

That I am still here clearly indicates I was eventually heard. The fire in my room was dealt with as I sat, like a limp, soot-blackened rag-doll, raspy-voiced and quite exhausted, in the courtyard outside my room.

The next room I was given was a palatial suite in the newer sections of the building. I retrieved what was left of my toiletries and finally got my shower and hair-wash before tumbling, completely worn out, into bed.

Of course, photo trips sleep in for no one. Bright and early the next morning, I was out in the streets of the modest surrounding community with my camera, making portraits wherever I could find them. Even with no voice, I had no trouble gaining consent from the friendly people of Khejarla.

Join me for a walk through town, and some street portraits – Indian style.

High school Girls, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

School Girls
It is early morning, and the light has not yet fully reached into the narrow streets. Young women in their pristine salwar kameez walk to school.

Child

“Kids wil be Kids”
Younger school children goof around when they see the camera, ….

Indian girl in school uniform, Khejarla India

Schoolgirl
… but without invitation, they line up against gates and doorways, …

Grinning schoolboy and girl in plaits, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Schoolchildren
… with their siblings …

Indian boy in school uniform, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Schoolboy
… or alone, looking boldly and clear-eyed at the lens.

Indian boy in school uniform, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Schoolboy
Around every new corner, the backgrounds, the light, and the colours change.

Portrait: Two Men on a Motorcycle Khejarla India

Two Men on a Motorcycle

Indian woman seated in her shop, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Shopkeeper
Shopkeepers wait for customers…

Indian man leaning on a shop counter, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Customer at the Counter
… and customers stop to chat.

Portrait of an Indian shopkeeper in pink, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Shopkeeper
Even though they know I’m not buying anything, they are generous with their smiles.

Scruffy Indian Child with Finger-Goggles, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Child with Finger-Goggles
Once the school-children have passed, the streets are the domain of the younger kids, …

Portrait of two young Indian children in the Street

Children in the Street
… with their cheeky faces and brightly coloured “civvies”.

Indian Man and Child in a doorway, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Man and Child

Veiled Indian Woman in a Doorway, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Woman in a Doorway

Green Chillies for sale, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Green Chillies
There is plenty of food available on the streets: fresh …

Street Food, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Street Food
… and freshly cooked. I have no idea what some of it is.

Two indian women in a Ribbon and Bead shop, Khejarla, Rajasthan

Ribbons and Beads

Portrait of a Khejarla Man in a colourful turban, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Khejarla Man

Three boys, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Three Amigos
Children are everywhere: I’m not sure why so many are out of school.

Indian Woman in the Street with firewood, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Woman in the Street
Everywhere, “life” happens in the dusty streets.

Boy swinging on a low Gate, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Boy at the Gate
The young ones are curious about the stranger.

two Men in a shop Doorway, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Men in the Doorway
Men take a break from their labour to check out the woman with the camera …

Two Indian men in discussion on the Stoop of a house , Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Discussion on the Stoop
… or just to chat with their friends and neighbours.

Shopkeeper with a cheroot,, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Shopkeeper

Three Men, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Three Men

Cows in the Street, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Cows in the Street
It wouldn’t be India unless there were cows in the dusty streets, …

Woman with a black bundle, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Woman with a Bundle
… women carrying things on their heads, …

Young girl carrying a toddler, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Child Minding
… or young children looking after their younger siblings.

Indian woman walking in front of an open doorway, Khejarla, Rajasthan India

Places to Go …
… things to do. Life goes on.

I enjoyed my time in the streets of Khejarla; it was engaging without being too “enlivening”.

Sign-Off-NamasteUntil next time ~

Namaste!

Pictures: 11Nobember2013

The wooden Our Lady of Lourdes Indian Band Catholic Church in Sechelt under a grey sky, BC Canada

Our Lady of Lourdes Indian Band Catholic Church – Sechelt
A simple church built of wood, Our Lady of Lourdes, was transported by barge to this spot on the waterfront on Shíshálh Nation lands in 1973 to replace an earlier building which had burned down. (iPhone6)

Woods and water are the central features of Canada’s Sunshine Coast.

This rugged, mountainous, landscape on the southern-mainland coast of British Columbia (BC) in Canada’s west is bounded by the Coast Mountains on one side and the Strait of Georgia on the other. Although it’s just a stone’s throw from Vancouver, no access roads have been built around the fjords or through the mountains, and the region is only accessibly by air or water. Most residents and visitors are dependent on the BC Ferries, which act as an extension of the local highway system.

Coniferous trees – especially Douglas fir and western red cedar – cover the steep slopes and have always been important to the life and livelihood of the people. The indigenous Coast Salish people built their longhouses and dugout canoes from the resilient and ubiquitous western red cedar. Much of their artwork was carved into and painted onto the beautiful local timbers.

The first European visitors explored the area from the waterways in the late 1790s (e.g.: José María Narváez, George Vancouver, Dionisio Alcalá Galiano & Cayetano Valdés), leaving their names on many of the local geographic features. The first European settlement didn’t happen for almost another century with the arrival of loggers, farmers, and fishermen.

Logging has always been important, developing into a broader timber industry in the early 1900s: most of Canada’s softwood comes from BC. Patches of brown, felled, land can be seen breaking up the forests of Douglas-fir, western red cedar, western hemlock, yellow cedar, juniper, yew, red alder, grand fir, mountain hemlock, broadleaf maple, sitka spruce, lodgepole pine, balsam fir, western white pine, white spruce, white birch, and black cottonwood trees that extend almost endlessly up the mountainsides to the snow caps. Smoke plumes rise up from the timber- and pulp-mills, meeting the clouds that frequently threaten coastal rains. Arbutus trees cling to rocky cliffs high above the rushing waterways; those waterways are made treacherous by the scattering of dangerous dead-heads – the almost-unseen stray logs that have escaped the long log-booms that drag far behind the sturdy tug boats that tow them.

The evidence of the importance of wood is everywhere.

Yellow wooden rowboat on the grass - Gibsons BC

Wooden Boat – Gibsons
Whether in or out of the water, boats – of all shapes and sizes – are a feature of the West Coast. (iPhone6)

Wooden Bench overlooking the water, Sechelt BC Canada

Wooden Bench – Sechelt
Benches – donated in the names of loved ones – sit along the Boulevard on the Sechelt waterfront, overlooking Trail Bay. (iPhone6)

Carved face on a wooden Totempole- Sechelt BC Canada

Watchful Totem – Sechelt
The northern-most West Coast Native tribes (the Haida, Tlingit and Tsimshian) were the first to carve the cedar totem poles we are now used to seeing. Through cultural exchange, this art form spread across the whole region. This particular watchful face looks to the waters west of Shishalh tribal lands in Sechelt. (iPhone6)

Mossy-roofed old house, Earl

A “Fixer-Upper” – Earl’s Cove
Even wood as resilient to the elements as western red cedar (Thuja plicata) can end up mossy in the damp shadows and weathered by time. (iPhone6)

BC Ferry docking at Earl

BC Ferry – Earl’s Cove
The mountains are high, the rivers are wide, and the forest is thick: if you want to drive, car ferries are the only way to access the Sunshine Coast roads. (iPhone6)

Welcome sign at the entrance to the old Powell River townsite, BC Canada

“Welcome to the Heart of Powell River”
Powell River is the site of Western Canada’s first pulp mill, built in 1908. The pre-planned model company town was started in 1910. In 1995, the township and the 400+ original buildings that remained within the boundaries were designated as a National Historic District of Canada.

The RodMay Heritage Hotel, Powell River, BC Canada

Rodmay Heritage Hotel
Built in 1911 as the Powell River Hotel, the Rodmay was the first commercial building in the old township.

Postmaster

Postmaster’s House
One of the first buildings in the township was the former home of the local doctor – build in 1910 to replace the earlier tented accommodation. The Postmaster’s House followed soon after. A typical Craftsman Style house built in 1912 of cedar shakes and shingles, it is now a private home.

Front entry to Dwight Hall, Powell River BC Canada

Dwight Hall
The community centre, built in 1927, is still home to community activities.

Patricia Theatre, Powell River BC Canada

Patricia Theatre
Once housed in an older building (1913), the Patricia Theatre (1928) is the oldest, continuously running cinema and vaudeville business in Canada.

Federal Building, Powell River BC Canada

Federal Building
The 1939 building that was once the site of the Post Office, the Customs and Excise services, and the Canadian Telegraph operations, has been re-purposed to house the local craft brewery.

Green western red cedar in the wet, Powell River BC Canada

Cedar
The trees in the gardens, …

Small cherries on a wet tree, Powell River BC Canada

Cherries
… and those lining the streets, are lovingly cared for.

Japanese Maple leaves with rain drops, Powell River BC Canada

Japanese Maple
Even plants that are not indigenous …

Honeysuckle flower, Powell River BC Canada

Honeysuckle
… do well in this wet and temperate climate.

 The Old Courthouse Inn, Powell River BC Canada

The Old Courthouse Inn
The Provincial Building (1939) once housed the local police, forestry services, and other provincial government services.

Old Lamp in the boutique Old Courthouse Inn, Powell River BC Canada

Old Lamp
The interior of the old Provincial Building has been lovingly refitted and filled with antiques (iPhone6) …

Double-bed in the boutique "Sheriff

The Sheriff’s Office
… and operates as a charming boutique hotel: The Old Courthouse Inn.

Derelict two-story wooden home, Powell River BC Canada

Derelict
The wet weather takes its toll, and not all of the buildings have kept up.

Front stairs of the Arbutus Apartments, Powell River BC Canada

Arbutus Apartments
Build as the Oceanview Apartments in 1916 for married employees without children, the beautifully maintained Arbutus Apartments remind us again that the whole raison d’être for the township …

Looking past St Luke

Mill Smoke and Roof Work
… was the mill, which as Catalyst Paper Mill, still operates. In its glory-days, the paper produced here supplied 25 newspaper outlets. In the foreground, you can see a carpenter working on the eaves of St Luke’s Hospital, originally built in 1913 by Dr Henderson.

While wood, and timber products, are still important to the livelihood of the Sunshine Coast, the area is reinventing itself as a centre for recreation, tourism, and retirement living. The forests still play a major role: providing a beautifully aesthetic backdrop, places to walk and sit, pulp for specialised papers, timber-products for modern building, and beautifully grained woods for homewares and artworks.

And, of course, plenty of fresh air. Text: Happy Travels

‘Till next time,

Happy Travels!

Pictures: 08-  June2016

The Curtain Wall outside Trim Castle Co Meath Ireland

The Curtain Wall
Trim Castle is the largest Cambro-Norman castle in Ireland – and possibly the prettiest and most interesting, as well.

Seen one castle, seen them all?

Not quite!

During our wet month in Ireland in 2012 (Ireland), we visited a lot of castles in various states of ruin, renovation, or disrepair. What surprised me most was how different they all actually are.

Perhaps it was the brief respite from the rain, but my husband and I agreed that our guided tour of the keep at Trim Castle – the largest Cambro-Norman castle in Ireland – was the most interesting castle tour we had participated in. And, having rare blue skies overhead made the castle surrounds more attractive.

Trim Castle sits strategically on raised ground on the south bank of the River Boyne in Trim, County Meath, about 40 kilometres (25 miles) up-river from the Irish Sea. Once upon a time, that mattered. County Meath marked the outer northern boundary of “The Pale” (An Pháil): that part of Ireland under direct control of the Plantagenet Kings of England in the late Middle Ages.

A fortified ringwork was started in 1172 by the Lordship of MeathHugh de Lacy, and the castle itself was built over a period of 30 years – being finished around 1224 by de Lacy’s son Walter. The central three-story keep is cross shaped, with twenty corners: a unique design for a Norman donjon or great tower. The land and buildings were sold to the State in 1993. The Irish Office of Public Works then conducted a major six-million euro project of archaeological and conservation works, including partial restoration of the moat and the installation of a protective roof, before re-opening the castle to the public in 2000.

It’s a very pretty castle, and I really liked the concept of using a clear roof to allow light into the keep tower, while maintaining the character of the ruins.

Entry to Trim Castle Co Meath Ireland

Caisleán Bhaile Atha Troim
Old stonework leads us over the moat and in through the Trim Castle entry gate.

Trim Castle Keep, Trim Castle Co Meath Ireland

Trim Castle Keep
The castle keep (also known as a donjon or great tower) is three stories high and forms a cross in the centre of the grounds.

The Great Hall, Trim Castle Co Meath Ireland

The Great Hall
Only the harbour wall remains of the huge late 13th-century three-aisled great hall.

Trim Castle Ruins, Co Meath Ireland

Trim Castle Ruins
A river gate was built into the wall near the Great Hall so that goods could be taken in directly from boats on the water. The ruin on the other side of the River Boyne is the Yellow Steeple – the last relic of what was once St. Mary’s Abbey.

Portrait of an Irish guide with a large key, Trim Castle Co Meath Ireland

The Keeper of the Key
Access to the keep is only by guided tour. At the appointed time, we found our guide with the giant key to the keep door.

Keep Model, Trim Castle Co Meath Ireland

Keep Model
On the ground floor, there is a model of the keep structure, which our guide explains to us.

Thick mossy wall, Trim Castle Keep, Co Meath Ireland

Inside the Keep
Stairs and walkways rise up through the old, mossy interior.

Irish guide at the the arched entry to a Spiral Staircase, Trim Castle Keep, Co Meath Ireland

Spiral Staircase
Before we head up the steep staircase, our guide explains how it spirals to the right: that way any attackers who made it this far would need their right hands for the central support, forcing them to put their swords in their left hands. Defenders, on the contrary, have their right hands free.

Rough stone Arches and Stairways, Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

Arches and Stairways
Dark rooms are all through the keep, with their beautiful old stones attracting moss in the damp low light.

Low light through keep windows, Trim Castle Keep, Co Meath Ireland

Deep Windows
Windows through the thick keep walls let some light into the small rooms.

Clear roof over the upper Floors, Trim Castle Keep, Co Meath Ireland

Upper Floors
I love the contrast of the sleek modern scaffolded walkways and clear tubular framed roof …

Mossy stone corridor in the Keep, Trim Castle Co Meath Ireland

Corridor in the Keep
… against the mossy crumbled appearance of the ancient stone walls and the rough-hewn floors where the walkways end.

Plants and Moss on a stone wall, Trim Castle Keep, Co Meath Ireland

Plants and Moss
Even though the roof keeps the rain off our heads, there is still enough moisture in the old walls to support plenty of vegetation.

Two female tourists at an open window, Trim Castle Keep, Co Meath Ireland

Listening
Our guide is full of fascinating information and stories about the castle.

View over trim from the castle keep,

View over Trim
Outside at the top of the keep we get good views over the town…

View over the Barbican Gate. Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

Barbican Gate
… and over the curving curtain wall and the huge round Barbican Gate.

Weeds in the Rocks, Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

Weeds in the Rocks
Back outside the keep, plants grab hold where they can.

St Patricks Church behind the curtain wall, Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

St Patrick’s Church
Not to be confused with the older Cathedral Church of St Patrick on the other side of the river, the elegant St. Patrick’s Church sits outside the castle’s curtain wall.

Ruins on the inside the Curtain Wall, Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

The Curtain Wall
The inside of the curtain wall is buttressed and honeycombed with rooms.

Outside Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

Outside Trim Castle
Behind the curtain wall of Trim Castle, the top of the cruciform keep can be seen.

The Dublin Gate and the curtain wall, Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

The Dublin Gate
The arched Dublin Gate in the southern curtain wall is distinctive and beautiful.

Arch in the Gate

Arch in the Gate
It is also a great place for children; …

Young children running on the curtain wall, Trim Castle, Co Meath Ireland

Kids on the Wall
National Geographic have listed Trim Castle as one of their “10 Places That Can Change Your Child’s Life.”

Outside the Trim Castle Curtain Wall, Co Meath Ireland

Outside the Curtain Wall
Beyond the curtain wall, the more modern city encroaches on the castle. There was a lot of controversy over allowing the construction of the five-storey hotel across the road.

Trim Castle stood in for the English town of ‘York’ in Mel Gibson’s movie Braveheart, and was also used as the location for the ‘London square’ scenes.

text: slainte - good healthIt is truly a magical place.

Until next time –

Sláinte

Pictures: 05July2012

  • Gabe Gajdatsy - August 19, 2016 - 12:18 am

    it was indeed a beautiful castle made all the better by the guide and his historical facts. Love the photo’s. Well doneReplyCancel

Close-up: pre-pubescent Himba girl with Beads, Kunene, Namibia

Young Himba Girl with Beads
The women and girls of Otjomazeva Village in the Kunene region of Northern Namibia lay out beads and trinkets for tourist visitors. This pubescent girl is orange from the ochre paste that Himba females apply daily.

“If you educate a boy, you educate an individual. If you educate a girl, you educate a community.”

-African proverb.

It was the United Nation’s “Day of the World’s Indigenous Peoples” on Tuesday, August 9th. This year’s theme was a subject dear to my heart: the right to education.

Article 14 of the UN Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples states that: “Indigenous peoples have the right to establish and control their educational systems and institutions providing education in their own languages, in a manner appropriate to their cultural methods of teaching and learning.”

Sounds easy enough. But, how many nations actually provide education in indigenous languages? And, to be fair, even if they tried, how many poorer nations could afford to utilise indigenous languages as the primary means of instruction?

And, who determines “a manner appropriate to their cultural methods of teaching and learning.” Better yet, who determines appropriate content?

Last year, I had the wonderful privilege of spending time with some Himba people in Northern Namibia (see: Mother and Child; Model Shoot). The Himba are a beautiful, proud tribe who have deliberately resisted integration into the modern world.

Linguistically and ethnically related to the more populous Herero, the Himba have wandered across what is now Northern Namibia since the early 16th century. After the crippling bovine epidemic of the late-1800’s, they forged a separate cultural identity, barely surviving attempted genocide under the colonialist German South-West Africa Government (the Herero Wars of 1904–1908), repeated severe droughts, and the guerrilla warfare that was part of Namibia’s war of independence and neighbouring Angola’s civil war.

Today, roughly 50,000 Himba remain, eking out an existence in semi-nomadic villages. While their tribal structure and traditions help them live in one of the most extreme environments on earth, these same strong traditions may be preventing them from forging a bridge with the modern world. At the moment, their only ‘integration’ means earning money from tourists who visit the villages for quickie-tours, and who may buy a few trinkets: money which often gets spent by the men on alcohol in nearby towns (e.g.: Vanishing World). Getting an education means having to dress in western clothes and being exposed to non-traditional values, and often leads to a lowering of pride in, and attachment to, one’s own culture. “Today, traditional Himba culture in Opuwo seems less highly esteemed by other tribes and by Himba youth, and traditionally-dressed Himba are often mocked.”

Unsurprisingly, Austin Cameron, the author of the previous sentence, is referring to male youth. In his Master’s study submitted in 2013 (The Influence of Media on Himba Conceptions of Dress, Ancestral and Cattle Worship, and the Implications for Culture Change), Cameron reports an ongoing widespread belief that females should adhere to traditional dress – except while they were attending school – whereas it was acceptable for men to wear some western clothing at all times.

So where does this leave the Himba with respect to the UN Article 14? Under German and British rule, the Himba associated schooling with Christian missionaries who undermined traditional worship of cattle, the ancestors, and the God Mukuru, for whom a sacred fire is kept lit at all times. Under Namibian law, ten years of schooling is free and compulsory. Schools in Opuwo, capital of the Kunene region and the major urban centre, are modeled after British elementary schools and curriculums, and therefore quite foreign to Himba values. Mobile village schools, originally funded (from 1998) by the government of Norway and Iceland, were taken over by Namibia in 2010 and converted to permanent buildings. According to Wikipedia, Himba leaders have complained that the “culturally inappropriate school system… would threaten their culture, identity and way of life as a people.”

But then, who makes these choices? It is regularly documented that Himba women do much of the day-to-day work: “Women take care of cooking, gardening, milking cattle, looking after children, caring for livestock in the kraal and making clothes, ewellery and otjize.” The men care for the cattle, and are “more involved in political and legal matters.” How much say do individuals – especially females – have in determining whether or not they attend school? In the absence of understanding the broader socio-cultural context, how informed can this decision ever be? And, what – as much as I’d like to promote education – are the unintended negative consequences of educating one’s children in a culturally foreign system?

These were some of the questions running through my mind when I interacted with the girls and women in the village of Otjomazeva.

Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Into Otjomazeva
The Himba village we visited is a semi-permanent collection of huts surrounded by a simple kraal fence. When we arrived, our photo-tour leader Ben McRae was mobbed by children pleased to see him back.

Himba woman with smoking pot and an infant on her knee, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Fragrant Smoke
On our first visit, we spent time inside one of the dark village huts learning a little about Himba culture. In lieu of using precious water, Himba women “bathe” in fragrant smoke and cover themselves in scented ochre clay and butter paste. (More about that some other time.)

Himba infant Girl, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Himba Girl Child
What interested me was the interaction between the infant girl and our participants. I wasn’t sure if mum was just tired, or actually depressed, but whenever the focus was off her, she withdrew markedly. Himba don’t count their ages in years, and no-one could tell me how old the mum was – only that this was her eighth child.

Himba Mother and Child inside a hut, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Mother and Child
Himba girls are married off shortly after puberty, so this woman has probably been pregnant or nursing most of her adult life.

Baby Himba girl in a Bridal Headdress, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

The Bridal Headdress
This young girl’s future husband has probably already been selected for her. She didn’t seem thrilled to model the headdress she will wear for her wedding ceremony.

Himba infant Girl, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Himba Girl Child
Once she was let loose, on the other hand, she was happy to engage with us.

Himba infant Girl, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Himba Girl Child

Portrait: Smiling young Himba woman, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Young Mum
Data from around the world show that the higher the level of a woman’s educational attainment, the later she is likely to marry and the fewer children she is likely to bear. (e.g.: World Economic Forum) Too late for this beautiful young woman: she’s barely a teenager herself, …

Young Himba woman with a baby, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Woman and Child
… but her headdress tells us she has either had a baby or has been married a year.

Young Himba woman nursing a baby, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Young Mum
Her friend, who was not much older, was nursing her first child.

Two old Himba women seated with a sleeping child, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Old Aunties from Angola
Child-minding falls to all Himba women – not necessarily only the children’s parents. This sick or tired child found a lap with one of two visiting relatives from Angola.

Portrait: old Himba woman, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Old Auntie
No one knows how old these women are, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they think of the changes they have seen.

Portrait: old Himba woman, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

The Girl Within
But, when one of the old Aunties finally addressed the camera and smiled, I felt like I could see the coquettish girl she had once been.

Mother Selling Trinkets Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Mother Selling Trinkets
Late in the afternoon, the women lay out trinkets for sale to visiting tourists.

Old Himba Woman in a leather headscarf, with Trinkets, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Old Woman with Trinkets
Older women don’t always wear their headdresses.

Young Girl with GourdsOtjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Young Girl with Gourds
This young girl is identifiable as pre-pubescent by the two forward-braids on her head.

Female Himba teen in a forward-braided hairstyle with Trinkets, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Laying out Trinkets for Sale
Older girls going through puberty wear multiple forward-facing braids designed to cover their faces for modesty.

Portrait, young married Himba woman, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Young Bride
This young woman was relatively newly married.

Himba School Girl with a shaved head, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Himba School Girl
When we returned to the village the next day, I came across this young woman. When I asked our guide (the only English-speaking Himba in the kraal) why she had no braids and was not wearing ochre, I was told it was because she was attending school. Compulsory school uniforms do not accommodate ochre. When I expressed surprise that she wasn’t allowed to keep her hairstyle (I understand the issue with the ochre body-butter, as it leaves marks everywhere), our guide Tom said: “It’s only hair!” But, everything I have read suggests that traditional hair and clothing are integral to Himba identity. I was surprised she had to give up her hair to attend school, and I couldn’t help but wonder who had made that decision for her. It also made me wonder how it was that the other school-aged girls had their hair, but not their studies.

Seated Himba Woman, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Himba Woman
This beautiful woman has the gentlest soul. She and I couldn’t be more different, but we seemed to have an affinity.

Young Himba woman Making Breakfast, with a baby and a dog, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Making Breakfast
Most Himba meals consist of porridge: water is boiled over the fire and some maize or pearl-millet flour is added. Meat – usually goat – is reserved for special occasions.

Young Himba woman outside a sleeping hut, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

Young Himba Woman

Young Himba woman with a baby, Otjomazeva Village, Kunene Namibia

A Child with a Child
What will the future look like for these semi-nomadic people?

Everyone wins when children — and especially girls – have access to education. An educated girl is likely to increase her personal earning potential and prepare herself for a productive and fulfilling life, as well as reduce poverty in the whole community. Investing in girls’ education also helps delay early marriage and parenthood. Our booming economies in Africa need more female engineers, teachers and doctors to prosper and sustain growth.”

– Angelique Kidjo.

I have no idea how – or if – the Himba will leap that gap between making porridge in a tin and being engineers and doctors.

To the Future (text)I also don’t know if a change would make them any happier than they seem to be now.

I wish them luck.

Pictures: 16-18August2015

  • Gabe - August 11, 2016 - 3:14 pm

    Excellent.ReplyCancel

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  • Les - June 13, 2023 - 6:19 am

    I found your article thoughtful…sort of.
    I guess it is thoughtful but of what thoughts? Why, for their cultural integrity, should any of the Himba be forced or encouraged even to go to school? They have and know their own culture and understand it, themselves and their place in the world far better it seems, than those of us in the industrialied/post-industrial (esp. the post-industrial) world. And it’s always amusing to read writing done as if the women’s or the men’s life is ‘easier’ or ‘harder’ than the other. Different, when accepted by the owner of that life, ought to be non-judgementally viewed. Why is it that we moderns seem always to feel the need to ‘protect’ non-modern people? Perhaps we focus on the speck in their eye to more ferociously avoid awareness of our own beam?ReplyCancel