The Little Karoo

Cango Wildlife Ranch, Oudtshoorn

Cango Wildlife Ranch, Oudtshoorn

We left Cape Agulhas and headed northeast along the coast for a few hours before turning inland for the last section of the drive.  Our destination was the town of Oudtshoorn.  Located in the the Little Karoo, an arid semi-desert region of South Africa, Oudtshoorn’s claim to fame is as the ostrich capital of the world. Continue reading


Apartheid 2013

Table Mountain with Cape Town beneath it (as seen from Robben Island)

Table Mountain with Cape Town beneath it (as seen from Robben Island)

After three days of R & R in Zanzibar, Pep’s legs were almost healed and it was time to get back to work traveling the world.  That night we touched down in Cape Town, South Africa.  Cape Town is bordered by the Atlantic Ocean on one side and Table Mountain on the other.  The natural beauty, however, is somewhat obscured by all of the razor wire and armed guards. Continue reading

Let’s Go Underground



It was Thanksgiving.  But just being in Turkey wasn’t good enough for Mandy–she wanted to eat turkey.  The best we could find for Thanksgiving dinner was a few slices of turkey plus a baked potato at our hotel.   Continue reading

Lucky Breaks #2

Exploring an ancient Lycian necropolis near Kalekoy

Exploring an ancient Lycian necropolis near Kalekoy

Early the next day, Mandy and I were basking in the morning sunshine as we enjoyed a lazy breakfast on the deck of Hotel Hideaway.  We struck up a friendly conversation with the hotel’s two other guests, Nesta and Brian, a semi-retired couple from Dublin.   Continue reading



Mandy standing on the white mountainside of Pamukkale

The agent had an interesting sense of humor and booked our bus tickets under the name, “Jennifer Lopez’s friends”.  She was actually in Istanbul for a show and our tickets prompted many questions and second glances as we made our way from Istanbul to Pamukkale.  Overnight bus trips, like this one, can be a good way to save money on hotel/hostel costs, but the trade-off is a night without a bed.  We arrived in Pamukkale the next morning on four hours of broken sleep.  Could have been worse. Continue reading