Sunday, March 30, 2014


Executive summary by Darmansjah

This world is very broad to not be explored, unfortunately if beauty could not be benefited. Discard time, to budget, and then get lost in the maze of beauty charming places the eye and soul, pervading cultural piece to surround the continent's largest and invite desires is a step in the right tickle enjoy the wealth that we walk on this planet.

It is not the least cost and the time required to sample the most of this natural beauty. However, with a wise move, as much as one can enjoy its beauty-a lot that is in the earth, a piece of this hemisphere as an adventure to Australia.

Without having to traverse half the globe, you can enjoy the hidden attractions in Australia. Start of Sydney that is attractive year-round destination, ie, with warm summers and cool winters. Surround Sydney and surrounding areas with buying package full day tour to the Blue Mountains, Hunter Valley Vineryards, Port Stephens, Grand Pacific Drive & Jervis Bay and get a free half-day tour. By purchasing a package tour of the city two days in a row and get 20% discount.

Start by exploring the harbor and The Rocks weekend market. Sydney beauty can not be separated from the presence of the famous beaches, such as Bondi, Coogee and Manly. Do not waste another unique scenery that served Surry hills, King Cross, Glebe, Newton, or Balmain.

Dine while enjoying the atmosphere around the Woolloomooloo wharf would make a valuable experience, especially with family or friends nearby. Travelers lover of art and culture need not worry because the theater and dance performances along the restored pier at Walsh Bay can treat thirst will amaze attraction.

Beautiful green nature and can be enjoyed with a cool head wineries, the Hunter Valley. This area can be reached only two hours drive from Sydney. In this cool plantation, travelers can browse the exquisite plantation while pedaling leisurely.

Once satisfied cycling, other sensations you can enjoy in Melbourne - buy a package tour to explore Melbourne city is full of style and diversity that surrounds it, and get a free half-day tour (worth USD52), and buy a package tour of the city two days in a row and get 20% discount. often used as the main destination for travelers who want to feel the cold and cool when the winter arrives. Begin by using a city adventure free bus called 'city circle tram'. The bus in the middle of the road berhalte can bring you enjoy the corners of the city.

Do not forget to enjoy the beautiful riverside setting and sample the restaurant and bar are located in the vicinity. Also visit the unique galleries and museums which are in the cultural center federation square, which houses the works of creative art and amaze.

Australia seemed never finished to tell. Yacht that will take you down the river always ready to accompany each breath people will miss nature of the work of the creator.

The journey can be continued to the St Kilda beach is located not too far from Melbourne. There, visitors can enjoy the outdoors with sailing or surfing. In the evening, tourists can enjoy the nightlife along Little Bourke Street.

After resting for a few minutes, Adelaide - Australia enjoy stunning scenery to be had in Adelaide with purchase of adult day tour package and get 50% discount for the second package (dwasa or child) for tour options, including Kangaroo Island and the Flinders Ranges; messaging package stay 3 days in flinders ranges as well as mountain tour outback safari and get 50% discount for the second package - is another place that should be addressed. Explore the city's past in a large stone buildings along North Terrace. A touch of neo classical style exterior design found on larger buildings was so thick. Dine at one of the restaurants along the Henley road multicultural entertainment and watch the music playing in the square Henley will add to the memorable trip.

There are many other interesting places and locations that store bejuta uniqueness that can represent the beauty of this earth. Brisbane, Tangalooma - Stay at Tangalooma Resort Wild Dophin 50% off Whale Watch Cruise or Dugong or Marine Discovery Cruise (up A $ 65 A $ 45 children), and perth have a thousand beautiful tourist offerings are tempting to be accosted. Wait no more, immediately schedule your holiday and enjoy the beauty of the world to achieve their dreams!.

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Unearthing a Polish Past

Going Home
Five writers return to their ancestral lands

Home is much more than your current address. Home means birthplace, family, roots, culture, tradition. It’s a deep longing that a growing number of Americans are addressing by tracing their lineages across and continents to their ancestral sources. The urge to glimpse the life of one’s forbears by traveling to their homeland is powerful, says genealogist Megan Smolenyak. “Once you get a taste, it’s like your own mystery novel; you just can’t stop turning the pages.” From Krakow to Taipei, here are stories to inspire you to visit your own past.

Unearthing a Polish Past

In search of a prewar life in Krakow, original text by Nina Strochlic, is an avid traveler and a reporter for Newsweek and the Daily Beast., executive summary by darmansjah

A few times a year throughout my childhood, my mother and I sat around a tan suitcase. She’d pop open the single working hinge and pull out sepia-toned photographs and frayed papers-curfew extensions, identity cars, immigration forms. The suitcase held the remaining tangible links to my grandparent’s prewar lives. In the late 1930s, my grandparents were forced from their homes in Poland into ghettos, and later into labor and concentration camps. On nights the suitcase came out, we’d watch videos of my jovial grandpa remembering the miles of frozen marches and how he won my grandmother’s  affection by baking her a cake in a displaced persons camp. Soon after, they got married, boarded a ship for Cuba, and sneaked off in New York City. My grandmother died long before I was born, and my grandfather died when I was five, but I know their stories. I know that when my grandmother’s parents and brother returned to the rural house where they’d stored valuables, they were murdered by its postwar inhabitants. “Never forget’ wasn’t just a phrase for my family; it was a mantra. 

My grandfather swore he’d never return to his homeland, but my mom and I needed to go. I thought of it as time travel-Poland was a country of ghosts, a crowd of bearded men walking down cobblestoned streets and hastily evacuated shtetls. A county stuck in the loop of 1938. But the Krakow we encountered, with its soaring castle and café lined medieval squares, was nothing like that. Virtually unscathed by the Germans, it had the charm of a young, modern city set amidst the mystery of an ancient one. Bursting with Jewish tours, museums, and shops, the city catered to tourist like us – pilgrims unearthing their heritage. Mom and I arrived with a jumble of addresses and began a scavenger hunt in search of my grandparents’ past. On a corner in the center of old town we found the storefront site of the seasonally rotating ice cream parlor or fur shop my great-grandparents owned, and across a bridge a music school now occupied the ghetto building they were forced to live in. but our main goal was to see my grandmother’s apartment, to touch the childhood home of a woman I never knew.

Rising from the middle of Krakow, a Gothic castle keeps a watchful eye on its city. We found my grandmother’s building on a street encircling it, a classic limestone structure. Standing inside the dim hallway, my mother holding a note that explained our quest, we rapped on the wooden door of Number 2. A middle-aged woman cracked it open and greeted us hesitantly. Her eyes flitted over the handwritten note, and confusion melted into warmth. She introduced her self as Marta and ushered us in. the apartment was beautiful, with ornate inlaid wood floors. “It hasn’t been remodeled, except for the bathroom, since my mother bought in 1949,’ she said. Mom’s expression mirrored my own disbelief. I could almost imagine my great-grandparents stoking the green ceramic tiled heater that stretched to the ceiling. We talked to Marta for an hour, lingering in the apartment that, save a war, could have been our home.

As my mother and I left, it was hard not to admit our unexpected love for Krakow. The city no longer conjured only fleeing Jews and ghetto walls. Along with them were pierogi festivals and imposing castles. I put mementoes of these in the suitcase where the old and new worlds could finally merge.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Reuniting in Taipei’s Night Market, by Mei-Ling Hopgood; executive summary by darmansjah

I pass through the turnstile at the exit of the Jiantan elevated train stop and follow a throng of thousands down the stairs and into Shilin, one of Taiwan’s most famous night markets across the Keelung River, near the heart of Taipei. Above me, Chinese characters scrawled on brightly lit red, white, and yellow signs pierce the Taipei Sky. Floodlights swing above women stirring noodles in cast-iron woks and flipping oyster omelets on sizzling grills. I can understand a small set of random, only moderately useful-“I,” “good,” “beer,” “eat,”- in the steady pulse of Mandarin and Taiwanese shouted by vendors and passersby. It is my first visit to the land where I was born, where most people have hair and eyes like mine, where I’m about as tall (or as short) as everyone else. Still, I am foreigner, laowai. I left Taiwan in 1974, when I was an eight-month-old infant, to be raised by an American family in Detroit, a place that could not be more different from this Taipei, located about one hundred miles from the southeast coast of china, is a crowded landscape of skyscrapers, Buddhist temples, and weaving traffic. The market feels like a riotous blend of foreign sensations.

My sisters are ready to purchase anything for me. They want to show me their native hospitality. They wan to make up for 23 years lost.

One of my older sisters holds up a pair of earings. 

“You like? Pretty!”

Dolphins. I’m grateful, but it’s not exactly my style. And their generosity is humbling, overwhelming. I smile and say, in my suddenly broken English, “Too much. Not necessary.”

She ignores me and bargains with the shopkeepers. They bark prices at each other and throw their arms into the air. But then they laugh, a deal is struck, and the merchandise thrust toward me.

We dodge the women selling neon T-shirts illegally from a rack in the middle of the street. Young girls with their hair dyed blond and pink try on sunglasses. Boys nose their mopeds through the fray.

I wander, puzzling over another menu I can’t understand. I’m a soggy noodle in the humidity of a Taiwan spring night. The growing mob pushes in, close.

Xiaojie! Miss!” A woman calls to me and grabs my sleeve. She wants to sell me something. I shrug the universal sign for “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

My younger sister slips her hand into mine. The feeling of our intertwined fingers sends a jolt through my body.

In Taiwan, women commonly hold hands .as awkward as this intimacy feels to me, the American, I let her lead me away. The combination of this closeness, the dizzying smell of fried dumplings, and the screaming singsong of men selling fabrics scissors leaves me breathless.

I’d never wanted to visit Taiwan or my biological family before, but here I am, feeling as if I never want to leave, magically assimilating to a place and people I’d never known. Later, I’ll look back and wonder if this intense sense of belonging was a dream, an illusion of desire. But during this first visit to Shilin, I could not feel more at home. I let the night market absorb me. I’m a rainbow sign promising the best bargain, a shrimp in a neon tank, a piece of tofu sweltering in soup. The colorful Chinese characters stacked high above us leave a brilliant stamp in my memory.

My sisters and I meander through the damp streets and alleys, stopping here and there to inspect a pair of platform sandals. We shake our hips to the Mandarin pop blaring from shop speakers. My heart feels so open it bleeds as we hold tightly to one another’s hands and slide through the crowd like a snake.