After leaving the beach, we drove to a high point in the area with this expansive view.

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When we first decided to update our site a few years ago, I was dreading it. As no expert in web development, this daunting task, requiring a tremendous amount of work, kept me from moving forward.

We walked past a grove of palm trees and evergreens as we made our way to the beach.

As it’s turned out, the company we’re using now, located in many cities in India, works with many US and worldwide companies and is familiar with US-based needs as well as worldwide site features.

It wasn’t as big of a commitment as I initially anticipated when I’ve only had to spend four or five hours each week working on my part of the process. However, during these quiet times in lockdown, it’s on my mind all the time.

After crossing the dip down to the beach, we walked toward this crest, wondering if any crocs may be lying in wait.

What’s slowing down the process of “going live” with the new site is the necessary addition of our 2882 past posts (as of today), being moved over to ensure we have an easy transition. The web developers can only add so many per day as each old post must be added manually, one at a time.

The archives are of utmost importance to us as the number one most important feature we have. Many of our long-term and particularly new readers reference them regularly. Also, we use them many times each day to reference past information.

Yorkeys Beach in Yorkeys Knob was serene and pristine.

During my walk this morning, I recalled a fabulous resort where we’d stay in August 2018 in Chobe National Park in Botswana, thinking we could stay there again when we have to leave South Africa again after 90-days for a new visa stamp. 

Immediately, I asked Tom the dates (he’s the expert in recalling dates while I’m better at remembering expenses, names of people, and locations), making it simple for me to look up the relevant post for details about this resort in Chobe National Park. Not only is it handy to review old posts, but it’s crucial as we continue, day after day.

It felt more like the desert than the beach at specific points, with various vegetation shooting up through the sand.

Based on the time it’s taken to upload each day’s archive since March 15, 2012, it may not be until early August when you’ll see our new site. At this point, we’re excited about that day, not only to be done with this extensive process but also to be able to share the new site with all of you.

In addition, this morning, I was selecting some additional travel advertisers for our site and eliminating the frustrating duplicates that I was unable to remove without professional help. Our former web developer closed their business about three years ago, leaving us without any professional service until now.

This view was to our left as we faced the ocean.

As we move forward with the site, we’re striving to increase our meager revenue from our advertisers, which doesn’t cover the cost of maintaining our area annually. 

If our readers use some of our links, including Amazon, none of which cost you, the purchaser any additional costs for products and services will eventually increase the revenue. Using our links provides our readers with the same data and products found by visiting the site directly, resulting in our ability to generate enough revenue to cover yearly management expenses. 

To our right, this was the view we stumbled upon.

Thanks to those who have been using our links! We receive a small commission when our links are used. We do not receive compensation for most links we may mention in the body of most posts. If we do, we will always mention that fact.

One item important to mention now is that HomeAway, the holiday/vacation site we use almost exclusively, which is one of our advertisers, is changing their name to VRBO when they’ve purchased the majority of these types in the past few years of companies under one umbrella. Our new site will reflect this change.

We spoke with this woman from Sydney and traveled throughout the continent with her husband in their “caravan.” She, like us, was enthralled with the number of shells on the beach, not often found on many beaches that we’ve walked throughout the world.

As it turns out, this period in lockdown was probably the best time to work on the site changes with few distractions such as preparing meals, shopping, sightseeing, doing laundry, and socializing are out of the picture.

By the time the lockdown ends, we’ll have fine-tuned any necessary changes to the new site, and I’ll have learned how to manage the day-to-day operations. Few websites/blogs prepare a fresh post daily, making the process all the more time-consuming and intensive.

Tiny wildflower growing on the beach.

Not much is new here. We see more and more new guests checking in and out when walking the corridors, all of whom are wearing masks. We hold back to let them pass. We remain upbeat and hopeful for times to come! Otherwise?


Stay safe.

Photo from one year ago today, June 30, 2019:

One year ago today, we posted photos of the Viking Sun from our cruise canceled for April 2, 2020, due to COVID-19. Buffet dining rooms such as shown here will be a thing of the past on cruise ships in the future. Hopefully, we sail on Viking sometime in the future. For more details, please click here.

Before his haircut.

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Being in lockdown has been a challenging scenario for both of us. It was about time to share some of Tom’s challenges during these many months stuck in a hotel room in Mumbai, India.

Side view after his haircut.

Emotionally, it’s been relatively easy for him. He busies himself with ongoing research and reading with history and ancestry, two of his favorite sources of information. He spends a little time reading and posting on Facebook, much less than in years past.

Full frontal view after his haircut.

Of course, he continues to research possible future travel, but with the uncertainty due to COVID-19, this has considerably diminished over the past many months. He has no interest in exploring facts about the virus. He leaves that to me, which I report to him from time to time. 

Perhaps, like the proverbial ostrich with its supposed head in the sand (which isn’t true after all), he has little interest in pandemic news other than that which may ultimately impact our future travels. Essentially, his interest in COVID-19 revolves around this simple aspect, “When will we be able to get out of here, and where can we go?”

The sidewalk (often referred to as the esplanade) along the beach in Palm Cove, Queensland, Australia, in 2015.

Otherwise, he is surprisingly cheerful and optimistic. No doubt, he’s resigned himself to the situation and has maintained an even keel, day after day, night after night, making this isolation all the easier for me. It would be unbearable if one of us became despondent and grumpy.

Tom loves food, although extremely picky over what he eats. With relatively few menu options that appeal to his tastes, as mentioned, he was eating the same dinner each night; chicken penne pasta with white sauce, a side of roasted potatoes, and four slices of white toast. 

Many of the restaurants offer Italian cuisine.

I kept my mouth shut about this unhealthy repeated meal. There was no point in commenting about what he ate. In addition, he had four pieces of white toast with butter and strawberry jam with four eggs and bacon each morning. This was an outrageous eight pieces of bread a day. 

Add in the seven pats of butter and two little jars of strawberry jam each day. The calorie and carbohydrate consumption was over the top. He gained 20 pounds since we arrived in this hotel on March 24th, a mere three months ago!

Diners were enjoying an early lunch as we explored the area.

When I noticed him struggling to button his pants, I still kept my mouth shut. On May 24th, of his own volition, he started walking and doing the stairs. But, as we know, exercise alone won’t necessarily result in weight loss.

On June 27th, again of his own volition, he cut out all the bread, the butter, and the jam. Now, he’s losing weight like crazy while still eating the cheese omelet, bacon, pasta, and potatoes. 

Casual, affordable dining establishments line the boulevard.

You won’t catch me complaining about the carbs, especially when he consumes them only during dinner, which may work for weight loss for some people. I expect he’ll lose the weight balance by the middle of August at the latest since weight loss slows after the first week or two.

He’s doing fine without the bread and says he’s not any hungrier than he was while eating the bread. Once we get out of here and into a holiday home where we can cook our meals, he’ll easily be able to maintain his weight with the meals we cook.

Pizza restaurants are never at a shortage in most countries we visit.

We’ve both read many stories about people gaining weight while in lockdown. Fortunately, I’ve lost 12 pounds since we arrived at this hotel after having gained 25 pounds after taking all those heart medications for six months after heart surgery and changing my thyroid medication. I thought I’d easily lose, but it was not happening, although I was eating my usual healthy diet. 

Finally, albeit slowly, I am losing the added weight due to our confinement; no wine, no daytime cheese snacking, no after-dinner nuts or low carb snacks. Hopefully, by the time we leave here in a few months, we’ll both have lost all the extra weight and be back to our “old” selves, fitting comfortably in our clothes.

There’s never a shortage of pharmacies wherever we may travel.  They are often referred to as “chemists” in many countries.

As for Tom’s next issue, it boiled down to his hair. His last haircut was in January 2020. I suggested he do a ponytail, but he wouldn’t consider it. I offered to cut his hair. He wouldn’t believe that either.

Yesterday, while I was wrapped up in preparing the post and oblivious to what he was doing, he took a pair of sharp scissors to his hair. He came out of the bathroom after his “haircut,” and I couldn’t stop laughing all day, which continued today when I saw it again. 

A small grocer and “take away” shop in this strip of shops.

He dug out a hat from his suitcase and now insists on wearing it when leaving the room to walk the corridors. He doesn’t need to wear the hat since we doubt the few staff members he may see in the corridors will give a hoot about his botched haircut.

He surprised me today when he didn’t mind that I posted these photos of him. It reminded me of when my kids took scissors to their hair when they were four or five years old, especially the side view. I trimmed the back of his neck. Like most haircuts, good or bad, it will resolve in weeks to come.

Palm Cove Holiday Caravan (RV) Park is across the street from the beach.

Much to my delight, Tom is doing well. As we discuss our potential plans to leave Mumbai when airports re-open for international travel, we do so with a sense of calm coupled with sensible caution to determine which will be our best course of action. 

In days, weeks, or months, however long it may be, we’ll share more as the opportunity to move on as it presents itself. In the interim, individually and as a couple, we’re holding our own.

Stay well.

Photo from one year ago today, June 29, 2019:

A year ago today, we’d booked this itinerary on the Viking Sun cruise departing Mumbai on April 3, 2010, that was ultimately canceled on March 15, 2020. In 2013, we sailed on a similar itinerary, but this 29-night Viking cruise offers additional ports of call which appeal to us. Also, other than Antarctica, this was my favorite itinerary, sailing through the Middle East and the Gulf of Aden. For more details, please click here.

This buffalo was not happy to see Tom when he went for a walk in the neighborhood. He used no zoom to capture this photo when suddenly this monstrous agitated animal started to approach him. Tom ran like a “bat out of hell” to get away, telling me the story while still breathless from running.

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We keep jumping around from year to year as we decide which photos to share on this particular month and day to ensure the photos are interesting. Undoubtedly, over the years, we were scrambling for new photos when staying in specific locations for extended periods. At times, they were simple, somewhat uninteresting photos of our immediate surroundings.

The buffalo snorted and stomped his feet, ready to charge.

However, today’s shared photos from June 24, 2016, are of particular significance when Tom had a scary incident with a large water buffalo in Bali that scared the wits out of him. See the story here. At the time, he was terrified, but a part of this made us laugh then and again now as we reviewed the photos.

So, enjoy these photos with us once again today, which are four years old, when nothing is more soothing during lockdown now than a good laugh. Perhaps a chuckle has significant meaning, especially today when I’ve had some bad news about my dear sister Susan, who’s in a care facility in Las Vegas, Nevada, unable to receive any visits from family during times of COVID-19.

This was a second buffalo who considered getting in on the action. The cow behind him seemed disinterested in what was transpiring.

Several workers were involved in a road paving project.

She was moved to a new facility, a small, 10-patient nursing home with comprehensive care about three months ago. There is never a time a staff member isn’t available to assist her.

Over these past years of world travel, Susan and I have spoken on the phone regularly, often laughing and sharing stories of our mutual world travel experiences. Once she was moved to the new facility, her health and memory began to fade rapidly when conversations became more difficult.

This is the grassy path Tom took in search of photos, never realizing what lay ahead.

Since she’d moved, I was calling her daily, usually in the mornings, which was her early evening, knowing that nothing was more important to her (and to me) to stay in touch with her since no family members in the US could visit her due to the virus, which remains the case today.

Nevada is in about the middle of the 50 US states regarding the number of cases and deaths, with 14,000 cases and almost 500 deaths, although not as horrible as many other states. Nonetheless, no family members are allowed to visit. 

A sad part of her isolation has been that she hasn’t been able to see her beloved pet, Chase, an adorable Yorkshire Terrier who sat on the bed with her day after day. This fact alone has surely contributed to her going downhill these past months.

Cows were contained in this roughshod enclosure.

Over the past three weeks, I have been calling her both in my morning and evening, which are the opposite times of day in Nevada, never having her pick up the phone, which was always at her side. I left numerous messages to no avail. Surely, if something happened to her, the facility would let us know.

This morning, I called the facility directly, explaining she was not picking up the phone, regardless of when I called. As it turns out, they’ve taken her phone away from her. In her confused state of dementia, she’d been calling the fire department and police several times a day asking for help. (We don’t anticipate any abuse at the facility since family members know the owner and the facility is highly rated).

When I spoke to her evening caregiver, Ray, he explained about the phone being taken away. They preferred not to take the phone away, but they had no choice when the police and fire department told them she had to stop calling.

Cows often looked to see who was passing but seldom showed signs of aggression.

Now, all I can do is call to get updates on how she is doing and leave a message to tell her I’ve called and that I love her. This breaks my heart and the hearts of our family members, who also cannot be in touch with her any longer.

But, we are not alone in these sad feelings when so many have loved ones with the virus and other conditions are in hospitals and care facilities, who are suffering from dementia and Alzheimer’s disease unable to take calls.

A dear friend experienced this same thing these past few weeks when her mum was hospitalized with a broken back and other conditions. Due to COVID-19 and her aging mother’s health status, phone calls were difficult and confusing, while getting reports from doctors was impossible. 

Then, the awful reality remains for the patients in hospitals and other isolated facilities and unable to spend time with and hug their loved ones. How frightening this must be. Our dear DIL has surgery again today and will be alone at the hospital. We pray for her health and well-being.

Finally, Tom returned to the entrance to the villas and the beginning point of the road under construction. He was relieved and grateful to have avoided injury.

Many of you who are reading this currently can relate to this sad scenario. Not knowing how a beloved family member is doing and their prognosis is frightening and frustrating. This scenario is rampant throughout the world now more than ever.

We can only continue to do our part in preventing the spread of the virus by wearing face masks, social distancing, hand washing, and avoiding crowds. We pray that in time there will be improved access to loved ones in hospitals and facilities.

This is hard for all of us, in one way or another. Love and prayers to all.

Photo from one year ago today, June 24, 2019:

We visited the tourist favorite Joyce’s Craft Shop and Art Gallery while on a drive in Connemara, Ireland. For more photos, please click here.

As we began the drive to Benabbio while in Boveglio, Tuscany, Italy, in 2013.

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A weird phenomenon has befallen us as we spend more and more days in quarantine, another word for our status in the lockdown in Mumbai, India.
Now, some may say describing our situation as quarantine is faulty when we are in a state of lockdown, not quarantine.

The café and entrance to the only restaurant within a 30-minute mountain drive from Boveglio, Il Cavallino Bianco, was quaint and charming.

“Quarantine” is described in part in the Merriam-Webster dictionary as follows: “as a state of enforced isolation.” The common misconception of quarantine during COVID-19 is that one must be sick or potentially sick to be in quarantine. That’s us. See further descriptions here.

However, today’s story does not regarding the definition of the word quarantine. Instead, it’s about our perception of time itself while we’re in quarantine and lockdown.

Houses we encountered as we walked through the town.

In no way do we diminish the difficulty of being in lockdown as being more challenging than others throughout the world. But, our situation with the lack of opportunity to be outdoors, let alone meander in larger spaces, feels for us more like a quarantine of those infected with the disease than our intent, coupled with stringent lockdown rules, to remain virus-free.

From the basis of this scenario, we have observed a peculiar sense of time passing: the days are long, the weeks are fast. After doing some research, I discovered this peculiarity is not so unique after all. What’s the deal with this?

Mustard painted house across from the restaurant.

It’s prevalent enough to warrant a story in the popular publication, Psychology Today which we found here, written by Dr. Casper Addyman, Ph.D., a psychologist and writer for the fine publication. Below is a snippet of his article oddly posted only a few days ago, on June 20, 2020.

Based on his analysis, the word has been renamed regarding lockdown and quarantine during times of COVID-19 to “Quarantime” not “Quarantine,” as commonly used in today’s media.

Vivienne’s grocery store, across the street from the restaurant.

“Quarantime: Why the Days Drag and the Weeks Fly By 

Research on time and memory explains why the lockdown distorts our perceptions.

Strange lockdown time-dilation effect; days have become much longer, but weeks much shorter.
Any explanation for this?
@ImranKhan, 2:21 PM · May 14, 2020

Quarantime!

My longer answer as a time perception researcher is that the passage of time as it happens (days) will be slower because of the monotony of your environment. But the memory of the time elapsed (weeks) will be shorter because time is made of events and there were fewer of those.

@czzpr – 2:30 PM · May 14, 2020

Time is memory

What tells the time?

1. Despite forty years of looking for them, no one has found them.
2. A mathematical law called the Central Limit Theorem proves that human time perception is worse than any ticking clock would measure.
3. If we did have clocks, we’d probably have to start one for each event we ever wanted to keep track of.”

A sign in the town square describing the village’s history.

The balance of this story may be found here. There are two aspects mentioned above of our lives right now that attribute to this peculiar sense we possess day after day:
1. A lack of memorable events transpiring throughout the day, making the days drag on
2. When we look back over a passing week when we had so few memorable days, they all seem to blend into one fleeting passage of time, whether in weeks or months

The interior of the church was austere and dark.

Thus, the daily sensation of the slow passing of time, a week later, a month later, is all becoming somewhat inconsequential in our memory banks as a significant part of our lives.

As we reviewed our time in Marloth Park, when each day was an action-pack, days and weeks seemed to pass on a cohesive and consistent basis. As we review past posts, we can remember each day distinctly.

The organ was above this doorway on a balcony.

But, I assure you, the many months we’re spending in lockdown now will remain in our minds as one single experience with little to recall. Oh, we’ll remember the day the cyclone passed through, the walking in the corridors, the repeated room-service meals, and the endless hours we spent streaming shows to occupy our minds. 

The rest, which may prove to be six months long, will be a blur of one long and challenging period in our lives, in our travels, caught in a scenario we could never have anticipated.

The confessional.

May all of us, during these trying times of COVID-19, experience memorable days, weeks, and months that we’ll carry with us well into the future.

Photo from one year ago today, June 23, 2019:

At the Station House Museum in Clifden, Ireland two-wheel buggy was used over 100 years ago. For more photos, please click here.