Thursday, February 9, 2017

The Hike to remember.










As awkward as it may sound, my year has just started. Even though, it’s already 40 days into 2017 I'm only beginning to get a feel for it. Between a new job, conference presentations and catching flights, I haven't made time for anything else, except maybe feel guilty about not writing. Crazy is the least I can say about my life between end of last year until recently. On most days I would wake up trying to figure out where on earth I was, literally. In a nut shell, I have been travelling to Europe and Asia for conference presentations and fitting in sightseeing in between. I have also recently started working at Amazon Development Centre Cape Town. There were lots and lots of magical moments which I can’t help but share. My next few posts will be dedicated to that.
Moving onto more exciting things, if you are an intermittent hiker like I am, then chances are you remember the most challenging (or perhaps your most recent) hike, and of course your promise to never hike again. A hike up Montserrat is not one to forget. A picturesque landscape, a stimulating physical challenge and a refreshing religious pilgrimage awaits the bold with the courage to leave the charms of Barcelona.



The views welcoming you to Barcelona













Yes I took this picture!






There were so many ways you could tell that I was a first time visitor. In addition to the obvious that I’m African, I wore jeans, since I clearly underestimated this hilly monastery. Eager as I was, I took the first train that left from Place Espanya to Monistrol Montserrat . The forward journey was quite uneventful, I guess the universe was saving drama for the return journey. From the Monistrol station, I joined other visitors to take the Cremallera (I guess it’s a Spanish word for a cable train) which offered even better views. One might conclude that the whole route to the top is designed for tourists. On getting off the Cremallera, we were greeted with the visitor centre which did a good job of highlighting the points of interest: the Basilica, the museum, the Santa Cova chapel, the choir and the hiking trails. The Basilica houses the statue of the Black Madonna, an old statue of Virgin Mary which is known to have healing powers.
Yo girl has arrived


By this time, I already had a sense of the kind of visitors that Montserrat received. They ranged from either religious pilgrims who were decently dressed, adrenaline junkies in sports gear and then of course there was me, a simply-curious-solo-traveler-who-has-no-idea-what-she-is-getting-into.
I headed straight to the church because let’s face it, who am I to resist the architecture of an old Gothic Basilica.
The Basilica

And she stood infront of the Basilica, all was well.








 In addition to that, the famous boys choir sings daily at 1:00pm in the Basilica, an event I didn’t want to miss. With 2 hours to kill, I had to choose between the museum or the statue of Lady Madonna. I chose the latter because well the museum costs money I didn’t budget for. So, in addition to riding trains for 2 hours, arriving early, touching the Madonna statue demands yet more patience to endure a line so long it makes you wish there were fewer believers. I had no choice but to endure it all the way to the alcove above the altar. 45 minutes later…
I believe I'm healed

Candle lighting after the statue




You may be wondering what exactly makes the statue special.
First, Virgin Mary(lady Madonna) is one of the patron saints of Catalonia-  a region in Northern Spain, that is currently vouching to be an independent country. It has a separate flag, dialect-a mix of French and Spanish and Barcelona belongs to it. The story of Catalonia (or Catalunya) is another blogpost on its own but point is Virgin Mary is a significant character. The statue is called ‘le Morenata’ literally meaning the little black one because well, it is black. I guess when they named it so they didn’t imagine that real people could actually be Black. It is a wooden sculpture created between the 9th and 12th century and it is believed that the varnish turned black due to natural forces. Some believe that it has healing powers when you touch it, that is open for discussion. Soon afterwards, a choir that is not the boys choir sang. Never underestimate the energy of aged people, especially when it comes to singing. It was delightful music.



Travelling is fun, but it can be stressful because all of the time you are making decisions, should I do this or go there, how much will it cost, will I have enough time, am I making good use of my time? among other concerns crowd your mind. That is exactly what hit me then, I thought I was done having seen most what there is to see, besides I didn’t dress the part for hiking and I was flying the next morning. All things considered, the safest option was to go ‘home’, pack and chill. Maybe it was the hunger filling my head with negativity. Due to poor planning I did the mistake of not packing lunch (which by the way is the cheapest way to eat in Europe), so I ate at the cafeteria which by my standards was my most expensive meal. Mistakes are bound to happen but I’m glad I stayed because soon afterwards, all I wanted was to move.


Lets move!


I decided to go some leg stretching and sightseeing despite the physical discomfort of jeans. I took a trail that led to the highest peak [Sant Jeroni] because (I like to kill myself ), why not? Moreover, it was estimated to take 2.5 hours which is just about the time I had planned to stay there. Although I’ve forgotten most of it, I still remember the fear of going through the forests (alone), the funicular ride, the artwork of the rocks such as the Elephant, the pregnant woman among others, the random conversations with fellow hikers, the exhaustion, the relief/disappointment of realizing how much of the journey is left.


Catching my breath





A chapel on the hill

When on top of the world (At Sant Jeroni peak)




#ViewsToDieFor



French steps


My cap has been to places




I also remember swearing that this would my last hike/exercise ever. It turned to be one of those resolutions I happily didn't stick to. The hike was relatively long but on reaching the summit, (of course after catching my breath), I forgot it all.  It felt [insert a nice, cozy, proud, happy feeling] to be on top of Barcelona, quite literally. I could see it all from that point, the monastery, the other peaks, the city, the people -I had to zoom in and they still look like ants. A couple of selfies and photos later I was ready to head back. This was relatively easy but they were fewer people now and I was going through a forest, it doesn’t mean they weren’t beautiful sights.



Imagine having to climb after 1.5 hours hiking


By 4:45 pm I was back at the monastery filled with endorphins and a desire for more. Like a drug addict, I decided to do another trail. I had to be time conscious because I wasn’t prepared for what might have happened if the last train left. For starters I would miss my flight that was scheduled on the next morning and I would have to book a room up in the mountain hotel and book another flight. You can already tell that I’m neither rich nor one to splash money unnecessarily. I chose a short trail that was estimated to take 1.5 hours. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. Here is how it is described in the itinerary guide:

“Tradition sets the finding of Our Lady of Montserrat in the place known as Santa Cova (Holy Grotto). The chapel dates from the 18th century. It is remarkable the monumental ensemble with the mysteries of the Rosary standing along the path. Head towards the cable station (Aeri de Montserrat) walking down the stairs on the left side of the rack railway station (Cremellera). Take the paved path that descents between the station and the rack railway and in 20 min you will get to the lower station of Santa Cova funicular. Follow then the way of the Rosary, wide and flanked by monuments which recall events in the lives of Jesus and Mary. It will take you another 20 min to get toSanta Cova’s chapel. Return using the same path.”

What is not explicit is that the forward journey is downhill making backward journey much more difficult, and it’s that its quite hilly in between. I also didn’t foresee the fact that that it’s not a good idea to do it late in the evening alone because the brain makes up things in the dark. Oblivious to these facts, I took the challenge. Truth is it was scary, since it was late, there were not many people taking the route, as a matter of fact, I was the only one. I should have felt protected by the holy statues and the religious significance of the route, but it was all offset by the darkness, being alone, the height (did I mention the height) and weird structures, perhaps ghosts, my brain was seeing. The thought that this would be my last time in Montserrat is all that kept me going. One by one I covered the stations of the rosary up to the chapel which was already closed by that time. Considering everything at stake, missing the Cremallera, missing a step and falling, seeing ghosts was enough to scare me away. I immediately started my way back. Even though with everything at stake, some views were worth risking for.







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#Views


I arrived back in time to catch three more Cremallera, this time I was so high in endorphins that I could risk everything for one more adventure. They say ‘Be careful what you wish for’ and I should have listened. I went for another short walk around the Monastery to see the Els Degotalls rock shelter where in former days filtered water dripped from the rocks. This one wasn’t very exciting but it was enough to cool me down. I almost missed the last Cremallera but luck was on my side that day I not only made it but I ended in a coach with a bunch of cool people. I met a South African who studied at UCT but fate had it that we had to meet not in CapeTown or South Africa or even Africa but in Barcelona, specifically Montserrat. I had such great conversations with him and his European friends that I didn’t want the day to end. Sadly, it had to come to an end. I had procrastinated for too long now that it was now urgent. I arrived ‘home’ sometime around midnight, grateful at how great the day was.  I flew to Athens next, with new friends, happy memories and an appetite for the mountains. Athens did a great job to top this experience.

I’ll always remember 7th December 2016, not because it was first Saturday of December or for any other reason. All things considered, it was a happy day, I did the hike to remember.




Fun fact.
Montserrat is Catalan for ‘saw mountain’ due to its jagged appearance. Christopher Columbus named the Caribbean island of Montserrat after this mountain.

Interested in visiting?
Go for it! You won’t regret it.
Here are some links of interest.









Sunday, January 1, 2017

To old habits and hopeful beginnings


On this day you are likely to be in either of these categories.

A) 2016 hit a rock bottom that you just couldn't wait for this day.
B) You did so great last year that you can't wait for what 2017 will hold.
C) You actually don't care, but have just been looking forward to festivities. 

Either way we have all been eagerly waiting, sunset after sunset for the calendar to flip as I have been eagerly procrastinating waiting to write a blogpost. Alright, I can try to rid myself of guilt explain. I have been busy 2016-ing for lack of a better word. 

I hope we all agree that at the macro level 2016 was the year to remember for all the wrong reasons. Its the year that gave us Brexit, Trump, brutal student protests in South Africa, deaths of beautiful souls like Princess Leia and George Michael.

At the micro level I also got a taste of it. What started out as a hopeful year ended up being as chaotic as the universe itself. To start with I lost my phone, not once, but twice, missed two flights,  suffered through a major depression-loosing a ton of friends in the process, got a taste of loneliness(trust me it's not tasty at all) , made a plethora of not-to-be-spoken-of mistakes... well you get the point, 2016 hit me hard. I will also be wrong to paint such a one sided picture. Amidst all the pain and failures...some good happened. I read lots of books, graduated, got job offers at two prestigious international companies, traveled to Japan and across Europe, wrote academic papers which have been accepted to not one but three conferences, brought my family to Cape Town and now am just appreciating the guilty pleasure therapeutic value of ice cubes, blame it on the African sun. So 2016 did the things too!
Athena and all its beauty


Hello from Roma!
Its easy to look back and only see the flops, feel bad and punish ourselves for it and return to the vicious cycle. I have learnt a lot this year but one lesson keeps popping up, it is the importance of self care. Self care means a lot of things depending on the context. Self care doesn't mean selfish, its actually the opposite. You can't take care of others if you are not well yourself. 

“In case of emergency, air masks will drop the ceiling. If you are traveling with a minor, please put on your own mask before helping the minor.” - Every plane safety demo.


It also doesn't mean shutting out the world, we need it sometimes. Self care is not just limited to physical health, but also financial and most importantly mental health. Self care is deeply ingrained in human instinct but we tend not to practice it since no one rewards you for it. Here's the catch, the world always finds a way to punish those who don't take care of themselves. Over-schedule yourself and you will definitely burn out, under-prepare and you will definitely loose out on opportunities. I know you have resolutions and have probably already started working towards them.I won't advice you to do anything else today rather take care of yourself. Plan the things, do the things, celebrate the things and if 2016 hits, feel the pain then make jokes about it. Its a very short life we live.

Today is not just special because of the numbers, but its perhaps the only day when introspection is the trend. As uncomfortable as it can be, take a moment to look back. Whether 2016 has been a bumpy, smooth or fun ride I wish you a happy 2017!

PS: I will be writing about my Eurotour in the next couple of days. Stay tuned for some boring exciting stories.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

But then I'm human

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I want to it all,
The status, the money, the prize,
I want to achieve every one of my goal,
But then again, I'm also human,

I want to make plans,
I want to stick to all those plans,
From the professional to the personal ones,
But then again, I'm also human,

I want to be that friend,
Who commits to all my promises,
One you can always depend on,
But then again, I'm also human,

I would like to please everyone,
Cause I can't handle rejection from anyone,
I would like to see the good in everyone,
But then again I'm human,

I always want to be right,
Because that's what makes you bright,
I never want to make mistakes,
But then again, I'm also human,

If I was a robot, I would always be commendable,
I would never procrastinate or get tired,
But I wouldn't be happy or relatable,
So I'm grateful I'm human,

If I was a robot,
I would crash, if something minute went wrong,
I would probably never rise up again,
So I'm grateful I'm human,

If I was robot, I would never disappoint,
I would always do what I'm told,
But I would have no ideas to contribute,
So I'm grateful, I'm human,

Hey overachiever,
Your attitude achieves wonders,
Although you are aspire to be superman/woman,
Sometimes its okay to be human,








Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Japan ... the land of Green Tea and Fish






As the title suggests this article is about my latest adventure – Japan. I was in Japan last week, attending ICFP (International Conference of Functional Programming). If you are interested in the actual conference read here, this article is about the fun part.

I arrived in Japan on Friday 16th September with lots of jetlag considering they are 7 hours ahead.  I arrived a day early to do some sightseeing which came pretty handy considering I woke up at noon the next day #Jetlag. I made good use of the half day by visiting most of the touristy places in Nara. Japan turned me from being an early riser to a night owl. Perhaps due to jetlag I couldn’t sleep up until 4 am everyday. Its taking a while to readjust but I’m not complaining.


Nara is a small town that was the first permanent capital of Japan. The capital was moved due to the threat of Buddhist monasteries. It is a tourist destination for that and many other reasons. The conference took place at the Nara Kasugano International Forum in NaraPark.

People:
People are so friendly, unbelievably friendly. When I arrived my phone was out of charge, so I couldn’t access google maps to get to my hotel and taxi drivers couldn’t understand English. A couple I met at a store were more than happy to escort me to my hotel. Whether it is motivated by cultural values or tourism, it definitely saved my life, literally. People are so approachable that you no longer feel like an outsider even though you look different. All around the city, there are visitor’s centers where tourists can just chill, use free-wifi, get directions and maps and experience different Japanese activities such as trying the Kimono, for free. All that you could ever need, especially when you are travelling solo.
Another observation I’ve had is that Japanese are very comfortable in their own skin, and it doesn’t mean they are not progressive. It’s a lesson that hit home very hard. While in Africa speaking broken English is a matter of shame, the Japanese don’t ever bat an eye, signs at the airport. They are more than comfortable to admit that they don’t speak English and those that are learning will be happy to practice their English with you.
In many places -restaurants, hotels, some shops- you have to take off your shoes outside. A very African tradition that is saving them lots of cleaning costs and time. There is not a lot of rubbish bins around yet the cities are sparkling clean. They are so disciplined that they take their rubbish to their home. I can only imagine how much cleaning expenses they are saving. African has a lot to learn from Japan.
Food:


As the title suggests, green tea is a major component of Japanese cuisine. Its offered in all sorts of forms, cold tea, hot tea, biscuits, kitkats (yes, green tea flavored chocolates) you name it. It’s the complimentary drink offered in restaurants, you find cold bottled green tea in vending machines that are literally everywhere. I guess that explains why the Japanese are so small.

If you look carefully , you will see Green tea flavored kitkats

I tried lots of other Japanese dishes, most of which was some form of rice and fish. These include Tempura, Takoyaki, Kushikatsu, Kushikatsu, Udon plus a couple others that I can barely pronounce. What stood out for me was tempura, and already trying the recipe. Throughout my stay I ate fish pretty much every day,  now understand why the Japanese are so smart.
Sightseeing in Nara:
I visited a couple of temples in Nara including the Todaiji temple, Kokufuji temple and Gangoji temple. They are very similar, Todaiji is different as it has a big statue of Buddha. I saw a couple of shrines but the grand Kasuga shrine stands out from the rest. As the name suggests, it is grand. There is a lots of history attached to it. It’s also a great running spot.
At the grand Kasuga shrine

I also hiked up the Wakakusayama hills. These are 3 hills lined in parallel that from the front it looks like one hill and from the side it looks like 3 hills. It’s a 20 minute hike, being used to hiking up to campus daily it was no big deal. You pay 150 Yen to hike but the view from the top was worth it.
View from the hills

I got to visit Naramachi as well. Naramachi is a small town that used to be a merchant town. There are many ancient shops (machiya) that have small store fronts because tax was calculated on the property’s street access not its area. Most of the houses there have red stuffed monkeys hanging from the door post. According to the Shiryokan religion, it brings luck. I intended to visit many of the museums but most of them were closed so I only visited the Shiryokan museum, which in addition to having free admission, offers explanation of the Shiryokan religion.

Naramachi treasures
shiryokan museum

red stuffed monkeys for luck





It would be a sin if I didn’t mention Nara deers.  Deers roam about the streets of Nara like its no big deal. They even have deer crackers and if you happen to have one, deers will bow to you. It is believed that bowing to the deers brings luck.
feeding deers

Shopping:
Spoiler alert, Japan is not the shopping destination with a student budget, at least not if you convert to African currencies before buying. It is cheaper compared to Western countries but not as cheap. Food is affordable but many other things are not, especially clothing and souvenirs. Being a tea lover, I loaded up on tea, all sorts of Japanese tea.

some very-expensive souvenirs

Osaka in a day:
On the last day, I toured around Osaka for the city experience. I got the Osaka Amazing Pass which I highly recommend to anyone going to Osaka, it gives you unlimited train access and entrance to the major touristy places for a day or two depending on which one you got. After getting lost at the not-small-and-confusing train stations, I visited Umeda, Namba and the Osaka Castle Area.
At Umeda, I visited the Sky Building floating garden, Hep Five Ferris Wheel and Osaka Science Museum. The sky building is a connected pair of skyscrapers 173 m high, that lets you overlook the cityscape of Osaka. The view was spectacular. It is one of the 20 tallest buildings and its construction introduced the lifting building technique. There is a lot to be learnt from Japanese design, from toilets that retain water from washing hands for flushing to construction technology. The Hep Ferris wheel is similar to the London eye; it gives a spectacular view of Osaka. There are also a gazillion of fashion and gourmet shops around.
Ferris wheel

Floating garden


An interesting spot was the Osaka Science Museum, a scientists’ heaven. While our children watch soap opera on Sunday afternoon, Japanese kids go to play at the science museum. The museum has fun demonstrations of hard-to-grasp physics concepts like Electromagnetism, Electrodynamics, Black Holes among many others. I remember watching 8 year olds playing with a toy generator to flash an LED and thinking just how much more they will have learnt and probably invented by the time they go to college. It is no mystery now why the Japanese and Asians are generally smart.
told you I like flying
Playground at the museum

trying to get smart



Namba was also an interesting site. I walked along the Namba walk which is an underground street with a gazillions of shops and many other services. I also took a stroll along Nara Parks. Being a huge station, I went around circles many times even though I had a map. I owe my survival to the strangers who were always willing to point me in the right direction.
Namba by night

Osaka by night


At the end of the day, my feet were sore but it’s a good thing I had a 28-hour flight to recover.  I wish I saw more of Tokyo but I only passed through the airport.
Tokyo airport


I have been to Western countries but Japan just felt different. On one hand it is so developed with so much infrastructure, on the other hand, it is very traditional. It’s a balance I hope Africa will achieve some day. All in all, Japan was great, I unwinded and learnt a lot. Apart from the language barrier and weird sleeping cycles from jetlag and of course visa limitations, I would totally stay in Japan.


Stay tuned for my next adventure (you may take a guess where that will be).

Sunday, August 21, 2016

In Abundance





The world is designed to make us feel small; too insufficient to perform our responsibilities, too time constrained to enjoy life, too slow to keep up, too incompetent compared with others, too small to dream. No wonder we are the generation suffering from anxiety, stress and depression. This feeling sometimes motivates to aim higher but in the long run or too much of it, doesn't benefit anyone.

How about doing the opposite? Against all odds, think in abundance  instead,  in other words, be delusional. It might seem naive but great ideas and good work don't come from stressed minds.They come from relaxed and happy minds. Good news is, it is not impossible. Even with realities constantly hitting us we can tune our minds to think abundantly with gratitude. With gratitude, past accomplishments fuel even more accomplishments, failures open up other opportunities. No matter the outcome, there is always something good to look forward to. With gratitude, we have enough, we are enough. An abundant attitude is not about believing you have it all, its about being satisfied with what you have. Try it and watch your life grow abundantly.

Have an abundant week ahead!