Showing posts with label Jordan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jordan. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2009

106 Bottles (or drafts if you are lucky) of Beer on the Wall

If you are uninterested in beer then it might be best to save yourself 5 minutes and skip this post!
Having lived in Northern California for nearly 5 years, we have caught the beer bug and have been longing for cold drafts of west coast microbrew throughout the trip. Often we reminisce of the happy hours in San Francisco at Rogue Ale House, Vesuvio, Kennedy’s and of course, The Buccaneer.

Being beer enthusiasts we have made a point to sample the domestically produced beer in each country that we have visited in the hopes of learning not only what styles are preferred but also what role this wonderful drink plays abroad. Six months in we have visited 18 countries and sampled 106 domestically produced beers. The styles and tastes preferred have varied as well as the role that beer plays in each culture.

The world of beer styles is essentially split into two groups. ales and lagers. The essential difference is the yeast used in production, top fermenting vs bottom fermenting, and outside of that, both styles can offer a wide array of beers. Colleen and I are ale drinkers. Unless it is an early Saturday morning with Miller Lite during college football season (go Hawks!) or the conclusion of a long bike or run, we usually find ourselves sipping a cold pint or bottle of ale of some sort. Interestingly enough, the rest of the world heavily prefers the lager style of beer.
Availability of different labels has varied greatly from country to country. In Vietnam we have been treated to 18 different labels of beers while in Lesotho we were only able to track down one, the national lager called Mulati.

Over 70% of the beer we have sampled has been lager with the occasional surprise of an ale every now and then. If you like lagers such as Budweiser or Heineken, you would be in good company in most parts of the world. Most all the lagers we have sampled are fairly straight forward, light in color, lower in alcohol, and not much malt flavor or mouth feel outside of the presence of a slight alcohol taste. Most all contain adjuncts of some sort, usually rice or corn (or as they call it everywhere else, maize). Many add a fair amount of sugar prior to fermentation to boost alcohol levels (but impart no taste) and in Eastern Africa they even add unfermentable sugars to the mix resulting in a beer that can only be described as a Budweiser with a tablespoon of sugar added. There have been some great finds though, including the wonderful Laurentina Clara in Mozambique, the all natural Windhoek of Namibia, and the high alcohol Kingfisher Red of India. Rwanda, moving forward since the tragedies of the mid 1990s brought with it a tasteful Primus Lager served in traditional Belgian glassware, a reminder of it's colonial past.

Nearly all of the ales we have found have been in Ireland, the UK and South Africa. We were treated to unpasturized 'live ale' in London, a special treat that is hand drawn at traditional pubs. We also spent a fair amount of time with 750 ml bottles of Castle Milk Stout while camping in South Africa and we have also enjoyed half liters of dark ales recently in Vietnam.

I have found it very interesting the amount of mass produced large label beer available throughout the world. Carlsberg and Heineken are mainstays in most every country we have visited. We have actually had Carlsberg (Danish) that was produced domestically in Malawi as well as Amstel (Dutch) produced in Jordan and Lowenbrau (German) produced in Nepal.

We have been lucky enough to visit a total of 8 microbreweries so far getting a taste for small batch beer in each continent we have visited. Vietnam has been the surprise of the group boasting a microbrewery in a majority of all sizable towns we have visited. A stop for a beer at Legends microbrewery of Hanoi turned into and afternoon of discussion with the German Brewmaster. He introduced himself as I was seated at the bar staring at the brewing equipment and asked if I was Australian. I responded and clarified that I was American and asked him if he was Czec. It was a good way to break the ice and lead to an afternoon of beers he refused to let us pay for. Turns out his name was Werner and he was from Ramstein Germany and had been working in breweries since he was 13 (he was now in his mid 50s) eventually moving to Africa to brew and now to Vietnam. He was the owner and turned out to be very open to discussing his operation: he ships in a container of malt and hops from Germany every 3 months and brews 40 times per month on his 10 barrel system. He regularly sold 1500 liters of beer a day in his 400 person beer hall and distributed what was left over. I told him I thought he needed a larger brewing system to which he replied that the his Vietnamese investors would not approve it. So for now, he brews at least once a day, seven days a week.
Beer prices and packaging have also varied greatly from country to country. The most costly place we have drank was our first stop, Dublin, where we paid up to $6 USD for a pint of Kilkenny on draft. Africa brought with it low prices for beer (always by the bottle, never available by draft) where we bought 750 ml bottles of domestic beer for as little as $0.60 in Uganda. All in all, draft beer has only been found in about 1/4 of the places we have visited and the preference seems to be toward large bottles (deposit required in Africa) over cans.
The closest thing I have found to homebrew abroad has been the street beer of Vietnam, known as 'bia hoi'. Always served by draft out of a shabby looking keg placed curbside, bia hoi has been easy on the pocketbook as you can sit on the sidewalk in a plastic chair drinking low alcohol draft beer for around $0.25 a glass. There was also the homemade Tibetan beer offered in Nepal which consisted of a scoops of fermented millet grain placed in a large metal stein and topped off with steaming hot water. The bitter fruit wine like drink was then sipped through a metal straw and each stein refilled multiple times with hot water until all of the alcohol and flavor had been extracted from the fermented millet.
The role beer plays in each country has varied greatly. In the largely Muslim state of Jordan it is almost non existent outsite of the tourist areas. We did not see beer for sale or have a drink for nearly 2 weeks prior to trudging through a downpour to the other side of town for a cool draft of Amstel. In Africa, beer drinking was usually reserved for the men who began drinking in the early afternoon on roughly welded bar stools placed outside wood shacks roadside. In SE Asia, drinking is done at all times of day, and it is not uncommon to see businessmen having a drink by early afternoon. Unfortunately in many countries the drinking has become a curse of the poor and I wonder how a man with thread bare clothes and no shoes can be drinking beer after beer. Then I have to remind myself that the same thing occurs back home and unfortunately there is no help for these people. Beer, as always, accompanies celebration as well in most countries. Whether it was the completion of a long work week in Ireland, a Saturday night in Capetown, a wedding in India or locals on vacation in Vietnam, there was usually a person to be found enjoying a cold one.
Tonight we have our first sips of Beer Laos, the much famed national brew of the new country we have entered.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Into Africa

We have updated the picture slideshow with all photos from Aqaba, Wadi Rum and the Dead Sea. The Jauntlet travel map itinerary has also be updated with our tentative future plans. Take a look at both! Over the past week since our last post we have:

-Spent a couple days relaxing in the Aqaba sun (although we never went in the Red Sea)
-Survived 2 days in a torrential rain/hail storm in Amman, including a long, cold and wet walk in the rain to taste our first Jordanian draft beer. We were seated in front of a fire by the staff to dry ourselves. A poster of The Doors to our left and Nirvana to our right, good company!
-Enjoyed 2 days eating tapas, drinking sangria and hiking all over Barcelona
-Endured 25 hours of straight travel from Barcelona to Cape Town including 2 flights with a layover in Heathrow.

We arrived safely in Cape Town on the 4th and absolutely love it! The atmosphere and vibe is really laid back, it reminds of Santa Cruz CA and the surf towns of Australia and although we are staying at a party hostel and feeling a bit old as the average age here is 20, it has been a great time. Yesterday we took some time to explore a couple of museums relating to Cape Town’s past: the Slave Lodge and the District 6th Museum. Both were extremely moving and gave us greater knowledge of the history here. In the afternoon we decided to hike to Table Mountain, take the cable car up and hike back down. Did I mention that Cape Town is in the middle of a massive heat wave? It was long and very hot and we were relieved to complete the hike back into town and sit down to 75 cent happy hour beers!

We have decided to rent a car and camp the next 30 days in Southern Africa. We caught a lucky break at the car rental place and got upgraded from a Ford to a Volvo and they threw in camping gear for free. We pick up the car in about an hour so we will see if the deal is too good to be true. We have reservations for our first two nights camping in South African wine country and from there we will head along the southern shore dubbed the ‘Garden Route’ for a week until we head north to Lesotho. We have no real set plan or itinerary, and are really looking forward to the freedom of the car. So for now it is bye to Cape Town, we will definitely be back again!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Tea, Tea and More Tea

Our next destination in Jordan was south so we left the comfort of the Petra Marriott and caught a cab to the bus station. The bus driver informed us there would not be a bus today as there were not enough passengers but we could pay $20 (double price) and the bus could leave immediately. Sensing that something did not feel right we told him we would wait until the scheduled departure time to see if any other passengers showed up. We were erring on the side of caution showing up and hour early so why would one expect more passengers to already be there? Our wait in the hot sun was actually quite entertaining. Numerous taxi drivers and others approached us inquiring about who we were, where we are from and what we were doing. Most tourists in Jordan book packaged tours that put them on large buses which cart the them from site to site. Those who choose to go at it alone usually book private taxis. Then there is us trying to catch the local bus from destination to destination, not in a huge hurry and trying to stay on budget. Locals find this peculiar but it gives us time to see different sides of the country which we would not experience from a tour bus or a private taxi. While standing curbside and drinking a Turkish coffee at the bus station (no building present just an empty parking lot) we heard the following ring tones from locals (everyone has at least 2 cell phones) phones:
1. Bryan Adams - Please Forgive Me
2. Britney Spears - Oops I did it Again
3. Shakira - Underneath Your Clothes

Mind you that all of these came from grown men's phones who themselves hardly spoke any English. An hour later we had a total of 5 persons and yet the bus driver was reluctant to leave and still wanted each of us to pitch in an extra dollar to get the bus moving. After a bit of negotiating we were on the road and by the time we reached the southern port city of Aqaba 2 hours later, the bus was nearly full.

Aqaba sits on the shores of the Red Sea. It is the nearest thing that Jordan has to a resort town and it does a fair job at holding this title. The city sits on a sliver of land that existed after the middle east boarders were drawn and re-drawn multiple times in the mid 20th century. From the city center, Saudi Arabia sits 10 miles to the east and Israel sits 3 miles to the west. As with the rest of Jordan, there is a very large Palestinian population and influence.

We settled on a hotel situated about a block from the water across the street from the main Mosque (call to prayer wake-up calls each day at 5AM) with an ocean view balcony for $21 USD. We then set about trying to find next day departures for the local bus to Wadi Rum. As is usual, none of the hotels seemed to know departure times and even told us that the local buses did not exist. The usual response was to ask us which tour group we were with or to refer us to a local travel agent around the corner. After speaking to numerous people we settled on showing up at the bus station early in the morning and just waiting to see when the first bus left, a couple people had said one one would be leaving around 8AM. We then grabbed some falafel, hummus and babba ghanoosh and called it an early night.

We awoke the next day and headed tot the bus station at 7AM only to be told that there would only be one bus that day which arrived at 8AM but would not leave until it was full or 1PM, whichever came first (strange how information changes from day to day). It is hard to get concrete answers because most drivers are looking out for their own personal interest and there are not actual stations or ticket booths in Jordan in which to buy tickets. We figured we would cut our losses and get a taxi the 30 miles to the Wadi Rum desert. Our driver connected us with a friend, Mohammed, who was a tour operator and offered a fair price for a 2 day camping trip into the desert.

Mohammed operates his business out of his house where he lives with his wife and has raised 11 children. We drank tea and discussed options for our trip. He had one other couple scheduled to arrive that day so we decided to team up with them and share a 4WD. After a couple hour wait the other couple arrived and we were happy to find them outgoing recently married Canadian/Americans. David was studying to be a rabbi in neighboring Israel and his wife Rebbecca was studying through a fellowship in Jerusalem.

We headed out in the jeep with our local Bedouin guide. The Bedouins are the native nomadic desert persons of Jordan. A few still live traditional lives as nomadic herders while others have moved away to the city or have taken up jobs as guides. We toured the Wadi Rum desert and took in the sites, essentially raw desert and rock formations as far as the eye could see. They claim it to be the most beautiful desert landscape in the world and we could not argue. Many of the sites were related to Lawrence of Arabia who actually spent time living there while helping to lead the Arabic revolution while also expanding British influence in the region. Our drive ended at our camp perched on a hillside with great views of the landscape around us. We took in a quick hike just the two of us and then took in an amazing sunset. It was nice to be reminded how many stars exist when you are in the countryside far off from any city lights.
Once the sun was down the desert cooled off very quickly and we found ourselves in the round communal tent with some of the local Bedouins drinking tea fireside. The Bedouins love their tea, even calling it Bedouin whiskey, and I had no less than 20 cups of it over our 2 day trip. The camp cook, a friendly Sudanese man, cooked us a small feast of rice, potatoes, stew and chicken. We later learned from Mohammed that the cook had left Sudan a few months ago in search of work and had ended up in Jordan. He was now living in the desert on an 18 shift (the only permanent resident of the camp) and sending money home to his family. The food was wonderful.

We topped off the night with some more tea (Colleen was actually drinking it at this point) and retreated to our tent. The tent consisted of multiple layers of canvas outer and nothing inside but some thick blankets and two mats on opposite sides of the tent. We pushed the two mats together and pulled out our sleep sacks and called it a night. We actually slept very well and found ourselves awake the next day at 6AM and enjoying a delicious breakfast. David and Rebbecca had already left in the 4WD as they had to catch an early boarder crossing back to Israel and we had arranged to trek the remaining 11 km back to the village by camel. The Bedouin say camels are easier to guide than a horse, which proved true, and the only hitch we had was Colleen's camel constantly attempting to eat at the dry brush we passed. Camels surprisingly move very gracefully with little sound and it was amazing to take in the landscape in this fashion. A little over two hours later we were back in the village. We settled up with Mohammed and caught a taxi back into Aqaba where we checked into the same hotel and room we had previously stayed in.

Now we are in Aqaba with 2 days of relaxing before heading the 5 hours north back north to Amman. From there we plan to take a day trip to the dead sea and then it is off to Barcelona!

Monday, February 23, 2009

South to Petra

Jordan sits in a precarious position geographically in the middle east. This was evident as our bus pulled out of Amman on the way to Petra. The roadside signs pointed out directions and distances to Israel, Syria, Iraq and Saudi Arabia.

We arrived in Wadi Musa, the city where Petra is located. One of the residual benefits of working as a consultant the past 4 years are the hotel and airline points you build up. We knew given the city and country we were in that we would be spending most of our evenings indoors so we figured we would use points and treat ourselves to a stay at the local Marriott. We had originally planned two nights but changed it to three after our flight out of Jordan was pushed back. As our taxi drew up to the front door of the Marriott we knew we were in for a treat! The hotel is perched high on a hillside/cliff over looking the city and the valley that contains Petra, making for some great scenery and photos. Given our point status they placed us in the corner room on the top floor and then sent us a cheese plate and a half bottle of wine, definitely a nice welcome. Turns out after a week into our travels in Jordan, that half bottle of wine is all the alcohol we have consumed and we still have not seen any beer in any of the stores. We have enjoyed our stay in the Marriott: free buffet breakfast each morning, catching up on laundry in our large bathroom, and enjoying the comforts of a nice bed and clean sheets!

After awaking the first morning we grabbed breakfast and caught the first shuttle bus into Petra. We purchased a two day pass which cost $72 USD total for the two of us. For those who are not familiar, Petra is ancient ruins built in a remote part of Jordan. It was constructed by the native Nabataean people from around 200 BC to 100AD. The Romans then took over and added on some buildings of their own and at one point the area was occupied by the Christian Crusaders. Eventually all left the area and from 1200AD until the early 19th century, Petra was a forgotten outpost until it was once again 're-discovered'. Most of the excavation and reconstruction did not actually begin until the 1950's and continues today as they estimate only %5 of the total ruins has been unearthed.

Enough with the history lesson for this post. The entrance to Petra is grand as you walk down a 1 mile path that narrows down to 10 feet in some places will 200 meter high walls and shooting straight up. 'The Siq' as they call it is not a gorge (formed by water) as most people think but was actually created by a tectonic shift and one side of The Siq matches the opposite wall like a puzzle. We descended The Siq alone as one of the first people in that day, taking pictures along the way. Towards the end of The Siq you begin to catch glimpses of an opening and you get flashes of something that you can feel is grand but can't quite make out exactly what it is. They there is a bright flash of light from the sun and you are in a large opening and in front of you sits the Treasury of Petra. The Treasury cannot properly be described so we will post a picture and you can view the slide show in the sidebar for more pictures. The site literally freezes you in your steps and locks in your eyes. Simply amazing!


From the Treasury we moved onto the explore the other sites of Petra: the Monastery, the Theatre, temples, places of sacrifice, churches and numerous tombs. Tombs are actually some of the most common and grandest of the unearthed ruins to date. The original dwellers of Petra, the Nabateae people, actually lived in tents. Therefore the ruins are explicitly places of business or worship and then tombs. We covered most all of the sites over our two day ticket and even took some side hikes to high overlooks and up narrow canyons where we did not see another person for hours. By our estimates we did about 15 hours and 25+ miles of hiking during our time in Petra. Petra is truly amazing. Take a minute to look at our slideshow, we are so incredibly lucky to have seen this in person.


We leave in a few hours to head south to Jordan's only port city, Aqaba, on the Red Sea. We hope to head up to the desert from there, and maybe do some camel riding and camping.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

To The Middle East

Before we flew to Jordan we had to get through London Heathrow. Seemed straight forward until we realized one of the flights on our RTW ticket had been changed with no notification. Our return flight out of Jordan to Spain was now marked for March 1st and we had booked it for February 26. Turns out Royal Jordanian Airlines canceled flights to Barcelona for that full week and the earliest we could depart is March 1st. Not a huge deal but our stay in Barcelona was scheduled to be a short one leaving on March 2nd. So after nearly 2 hours of speaking with Nigel the airline representative(his first day back after a month off, he really loved us!) we had rebooked our flight out of Barcelona for a day later and confirmed our flight out of Jordan on the 1st. So the stay in Barcelona got shorter and our days in Jordan got longer. It seems nothing is easy to update when you are dealing with a 16 leg paper ticket.


Our flight into Jordan was enjoyable. We had an amazing view of the Alps as we flew over Europe and enjoyed the best airline food we had ever been served. I was reminded that we were entering a Muslim country by the digital compass pointing to Mecca displayed on the monitor on the back of each airplane seat. One minute you are staring at the Mecca compass and the next minute you are watching Wall E. Good times.


We landed in Amman and paid our first Visa fees ($14 per person) of the trip after exchanging some British Pounds into Jordanian Dinar. By the time we picked up our bags and made it through customs it was nearly midnight. We had prebooked a hotel and taxi online and found the driver waiting for us curbside.


The drive in from the airport was 35 km and it gave us time to soak up the countryside before entering the capital city. Driving through the country was a bit eerie. There was not much to be seen on the side of the road but abandoned buildings and closed shops with metal garage doors hiding their contents. Nothing could be seen on the horizon except the glowing of green fluorescent lights hung from the towers of the mosques in the distance. Green is one of the colors in the Jordanian flag and I think it is kind of their ‘red, white and blue’. Strangely enough there was not the usual glow in the sky that indicates you are approaching a metropolis. For a city of over 1 million people, it seemed very sleepy and quiet even given the time of night.


We eventually entered the city and drove down a large valley and pulled up to our hotel which was not immediately evident as it was concealed down a poorly lit alleyway. Colleen was not thrilled but I assured her all was well. She handled our first hours in this strange new country very well and I was impressed. To me it vaguely resembled India in feel and structure but to her it was all a completely foreign experience. We checked into our hotel and grabbed a cup of tea with the owner before heading up to the room. Upon entering the room we found that we had two small separated beds and a setup that would not meet most hygiene standards. The carpet needed a serious cleaning and room temp was quite cold. There was no shower curtain or stall, just a shower head in the corner of the bathroom where mold covered the entire ceiling and the toilets were middle eastern style (no toilet paper just a bucket and a spray hose that I usually associate with washing dishes). But the sheets seemed mostly clean, there was a small plug-in heater, hot water available during the morning and evening hours and the owner was extremely welcoming and helpful. We pushed the beds together and acknowledged that you take the good with the bad when paying $15 a night for a hotel.


For the first time on our trip we pulled out our sleep sheets. They are basically a cocoon like silk liner we crawl into when unsure of the cleanliness of the beds we are sleeping in. We actually found the beds to be quite comfortable and slept heavily but were awakened before sunrise by the first ‘call to prayer’ of the day. The Muslims are called to prayer 5 times a day over loud speakers that hang from the towers of the Mosques. If I were a business man in Amman I would sell green fluorescent lamps and speakers. The prayer and chanting usually lasts 5-10 minutes and then people continue on with their day.


We spent the next two days in Amman exploring the city. We visited an ancient theater and a castle overlooking the city called the Citadel. Most of the ruins were built around 200AD by the Romans.. Jordan is 95% Muslim and although there are a couple very rare bars serving alcohol, there are no alcoholic drinks available in the markets. We spent our evenings eating falafel and humus and enjoying great meals for around $4 USD total.


From here we head south to Petra, one of the seven modern wonders of the world and one of our most anticipated destinations of the trip.

Note: We have updated our pictures from Ireland and the UK. Click on the slideshow on the right to view.
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