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Are you Looking for Best Diving sites in Australia

The area around Bare Island, La Perouse, Sydney, is considered to be one of the best diving sites in NSW, up to 19 metres in depth, with an extensive reef and large population of all manner of brilliant fish and multi-coloured plant life. Lucky divers might see a weedy sea dragon, or even a turtle.

Last Saturday the dive club went to Bare Island, where I did my dive course. The suburb of La Perouse is named after the French explorer who arrived at Botany Bay in 1788 after a fatal skirmish in Samoa, and spent a lot of time trekking around Australia. The main road near my home (part of which is called Perouse Road) follows the route he took when he blazed a trail from the first settlement in Sydney Harbour, to Botany Bay.

On this particular dive one of our group had a very close encounter with a rather large turtle, and I had a close encounter with a large Blue Grouper who was quite intrigued by us and allowed me to stroke it.

The morning was very cold and blowing a gale from the west and building quite a chop blowing out to sea. The tide was rising, peaking at midday, which makes for an easy entry from the rock shelf. We got into the water about 10:30. From the carpark you walk across the wooden bridge to Bare Island and down to the left (East side). On this day the water was about 15-20 metres visibility and 16 degrees. I was glad of having my 7mm semi-dry wetsuit, boots and gloves on, but when it gets a bit colder I will be getting myself a hood as well.

The soft coral garden is quite amazing, with so many wierd shapes and bright colours, like a scene of a strange panet from a sci-fi movie. Fish are abundant here and small, or large, are colourful and perculiar. Wherever I looked there was some strange new creature I had never seen before. It is a highly photogenic area, so I look forward to getting a loan of a camera to review (hint hint camera manufacturers).

We went to a depth of 12 metres, which, although fairly shallow, was still a great days diving. Well worth it.

You have to Try Scuba diving too...Have a Nice Trip!!

Enjoy Rio De Janeiro Brazil Beaches and find out here best option for accommodations

You can find dazzling beaches worldwide yet not very many are able to outshine the beaches of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil for instance Copacabana and Ipanema beaches. Neither are generally so perfect destinations for rental lodgings for you as well as your companions  than Rio de Janeiro Flats. No other beaches feature individuals who have got such a passion for life plus amusement than Brazilians do. There's something good to be mentioned with regards to their happy laughs, mischievous sparkles, and irresistible rhythms! Its not hard to have a romance with Rio de Janeiro once you listen to the Brazil rhythms all over.

Whenever staying in RJ, the best option for accommodations can be rio de janeiro flats. Instead of hotels, flats in rio de janeiro present far more liberty along with living space for you and your rj acompanhantes. If you are preparing to travel in the peak season months of October to March, you should reserve your flat 2 months beforehand, more if you intend on going during Carnaval or New Years. While there are many tourist destinations to see close to Copacabana and Ipanema, there are also many day tours you should consider. Here are a few for your Rio Vacation.

Hoca Adventures is an excellent trails, jeeps, land rovers company providing adventure excursions in Rio. This service takes you through dirt roads, open roads, beach sand dunes, streams, waterfalls, oceans and lots of additional beautiful sights. The drivers are quite friendly and in addition they present a great deal of knowledge about the specific areas visited.

Rio Boat Celebration happens to be an afternoon trip for younger people that goes on a short 5-hour journey all around Rio de Janeiros bay. The voyage can take as much as 80 people maximum and stops occasionally so folks may play around inside the ocean and appreciate a exhilarating bath.

If you're inside Rio Brazil and name yourself a ocean enthusiast, you must check out Marlin Yacht, a service owned by professional pilots plus unconditional aficionados of the sea. Rio is a superb destination for Marlin day fishing, in addition to other fish species you wont find back home. Sports fishing could be an expensive sport but it is less expensive in RJ compared with other places such as Mexico or Key West Florida. The greatest thing is that you pay the fishing boat rental, you could invite all your rio acompanhantes and divide the expenses. To experience the marine life up close and personalized can be a spectacular experience.

While you are in amazing aparthotel rio de janeiro, determining the best transport is easy. Perfect apartments in rio could make your Rio de Janeiro holiday retreat significantly better!

Ambrosia on The Spot and enjoy food of Restaurants in Sydney

A lovely little location in Randwick called The Spot is an amazing, tiny, eclectic, international mix of cafes and restaurants Thai, Italian, Spanish, Mexican, French, Japanese, nuoveau-Australian, ice-cream, takeaway pizza, bakery. An incredible number of high class establishments have sprouted up here over the years and new ones keep appearing.

Then there is Ambrosia on The Spot.

Not sure when it first opened its doors, but I would say the family business has been running a long time.

A favourite past-time on a Saturday or Sunday morning is the long walk down to Coogee Beach and around the coastline to either Maroubra or Tamarama/Bronte/Bondi (depending on your fitness and energy level). Which segues us to Ambrosia. Before setting out on a long slog around the coast you need a good breakfast, and the very best breakfast I have found, anywhere, is the $9.90 Big Breakfast (available all day) at Ambrosia.

The decor is 1970s original takeaway, replete with authentic, original, retro laminex. The staff are Mediterranean enthusiastic, polite and energetic and the service snappy.

The Big Breakfast has so far beaten me every time. It consists of 2 eggs (whichever way you want), 2 slices of buttered toast, 2 LARGE slices of absolutely, mouth-wateringly, heavenly grilled bacon, small salad, a VERY large helping of excellent (and very hot ouch!) chips plus a cup of fresh ground coffee, whichever way you like. This is a serious meal, that could actually feed 2 ordinary people or an entire family in some parts of the world. I haven't yet, and probably never will, finish the entire meal.

After the Big Brekky you will definitely feel like going for a long hike, just to walk it off.

And by the way, their fresh-squeezed juices are awesome too, but don't try to swap the coffee for a juice (or softdrink) at the same price. The $9.90 deal includes a coffee whether you want it or not. :)

There are newspapers to read while you wait, but don't expect to get past page 3 before the meal arrives.

You couldn't buy the ingredients and cook it for less than their price and you save the time and trouble of going and buying the stuff, bringing it home, cooking it, and then cleaning up all that mess.

If you live in the area, I heartily recommend Ambrosia On The Spot for their $9.90 Big Breakfast to start your days activites.

The are located on the corner of Perouse Road and St. Pauls Street at the round about.

Have a Great Day !

Climbing Island Peak in Nepal

Straddling the pinnacle of the world, Mt. Everest, Chongalungma in Tibetan, wind whipping snow as hard and dry as sand, stinging into my face, I’m filled with a euphoria born of adrenalin, unaware of time as the Earth turns far below.

But I am not standing atop the great mountain itself, but seated in the world’s largest IMAX cinema, absorbed, body and soul, in following a team of climbers, trailing camera team and massive cameras, to the summit of Everest in the Nepal Himalaya.

At the conclusion, filled with awe and exuberance, I excitedly told my girlfriend I was going to climb the Himalaya. “I knew this  was going happen” was her desolate, sullen response.

3 months later, after much urgent preparation and training, running up and down hills and along beaches with heavy backpack, I was wandering the narrow, ancient alleys of Kathmandu, seething with locals and tourists alike, air thick blue with car fumes and the stench of rotting garbage, taxis honking incessantly as they push through the crowds. I was in search of the hotel where the rest of my climbing team were meeting. “Hash sir?” “Very good stuff”. A small, dark-skinned local entrepreneur followed me down an alley as he proffered his potent wares. This was a common encounter and nothing to be concerned with – just business.

I soon found my companions in this grand adventure, relaxing in the sunshine with 50 cent bottles of local beer. 3 young Englishmen, a lovely young English lady, a middle-aged Scotsman and the tour leader, a tall, lanky, youngish, weather-beaten Scotsman. Our fearless leader had climbed all the world’s 8,000 meter summits and (as I later learned) was the person featured in a famous climbing non-fiction book as “the man who cut the rope” of his climbing partner. This became the subject of many anxious jokes.

Our departure by light plane to Lukla, in mountains proper, which would mark the start of our trek, was delayed by a week due to clouds. The runway at Lukla was built into the side of a mountain by Sir Edmund Hillary and landing is by line-of sight. If the pilot can’t see the runway, he can’t land. “Up here, the clouds have rocks in them” as the pilots say.

When the cloud finally cleared, mayhem ensued at Kathmandu airport as every climbing team, with their duffles full of equipment and urgency, jostled and pushed to grab the very limited number of small planes leaving for the mountains. Our guide was adept at this game (and a Scotsman to boot) and quickly secured 2 light planes for us.

By the time we landed at Lukla, our yak man had given up waiting for us and got another client. There we were, bags stacked up on the ground, wondering what was going to happen next. Being a seasoned trekker in this part of the world, our guide quickly rounded up another yak team while us happy trekkers had another beer in the Lukla Tavern at 3,000m altitude. The next morning we were off early, following the narrow winding mountain trail into the land of snow-capped giants in the distance, yak team plodding behind with our duffel bag on their backs. Our next stop – Namche Bazaar, the place where traditionally, the mountain folk met the low-landers to trade their wares.

The narrow, winding trail was a path that had been followed for thousands of years to and from Tibet. The river below was a sparkling blue-green thread some 500 meters away, while the snow-capped peaks we passed by towered a kilometer  above us.

Terraces cut into the steep hill-sides are farmed with rice and vegetables in rocky, infertile soil. The farmer and his family live in a small house made of stacked rocks and a roof mad of slabs of slate that are inclined to collapse during the next earth tremor. The youngest boy’s job is to climb down to the river far below and bring back a 10 litre plastic bottle of water, sufficient for the daily needs of the entire family. Long ago the hills were covered in Rhododendron trees but they had all since been burned for firewood and now the hill-sides are barren and rocky. The farmers eek out a meager existence that imposes absolute limits on population growth. Education and health care are non-existent in these remote regions.

Every day we slowly walked 6 to 8 hours to the next lodge, where we engulfed large amounts of satisfying Nepalese food – dhal (made from yellow split peas), rice and meat, washed down with copious amounts of excellent Nepalese beer, green tea and some deadly home brew (deadly for my head the next day, that is).

From atop the hill surmounted by the beautiful Tyangboche Buddhist monastery, we could see Everest itself in the far distance. In a few days we would be passing it by on route to our destination – Island Peak.

On the 4th day, after we passed all the lodges and now were to be camping out at night rather than staying at lodges, we met up with our kitchen ladies – 2 very pretty 16-year-old girls who carried the entire kitchen on their heads, including the tent that housed the kitchen. They spoke no English, but that didn’t impact our ability to ravenously consume whatever they cooked up for us (mostly dhal and rice with green tea).

Altitude sickness had set in at 4,000 meters and consuming 10 to 20 pain-killers a day did nothing to deaden it. It wasn’t until I later returned to Kathmandu that I learned I had been on the verge of a brain aneurism and death and should have gone back down until the pain subsided. I plodded on, unaware of the potentially fatal nature of my condition, measuring the pain in terms of how many sledge hammers were pounding away at my skull. At least I was spared the violent, explosive diarrhoea that wracked the rest of the team, except for the leader.

Everywhere was soaring snow-capped peaks and plunging caverns of unimaginable splendour. Off to the right was the beautiful peak of Ama Dablam at 6,700m.

We made camp and spent the next day hiking to the top of a small peak for practice in using our equipment, and in exersion at altitude.


Ama Dablam. Taken from atop our "training" hill climb.

It took a week to reach our base camp. Each evening we would come across the kitchen ladies who had rushed ahead of us, as we panted breathlessly in the thin, dry air, and set up the kitchen, ready for our arrival with a very welcoming pot of sweet green tea.

Our Yak Train
Our Yak Train, with Ama Dablam behind.

We were woken at midnight for a quick breakfast and headed off for our 12-hour climb to reach the goal – the 6,128 meter summit of Island Peak.

The thin air (only 50% of that at sea-level) meant that every step required a deep breath and frequent rests. Yaks are so well adapted to this thin air that they cannot survive at low altitudes, and a cross-breed of yak and cow, know as a nak, is used to ferry goods between low altitudes and the 5,000 meter mark.

We were roped together, snow-glasses on, crampons on boots and ice-axes in hand, climbing ice walls as demonstrated by our leader, and traversing snow-hidden caverns. The summit was just ahead, the culmination of 3 months of anxious planning. The sky above was clear indigo. Very little air separated us from the vacuum of space. The sledge-hammers continued to beat louder at my head as we trudged onward. It was midday and the sun beat down upon us mercilessly. The only sound the crunching of boots on crisp snow. All was surreal.

I neared the summit. Footfall after footfall. Deep breath, plant ice-axe, step, repeat. Don’t try to think about anything, just focus on the feet.

We soon reached a ledge some 10 meters below the peak. I lay down and closed my eyes, panting, head beating. The view stretching below me was as magnificent as I had seen at the cinema all that time before, but I hadn’t the energy to enjoy it. I hadn’t the energy to take out the heavy Nikon camera I had lugged around the world to record the scene. A few of the group climbed the last few meters to stand on the mount, but the rest lay there on the ledge of glistening powder snow, soaking up the sun as if we could absorb energy directly from its rays.

Soon we started the descent. By 3:00pm we were close to base camp and were greeted midway by the lovely kitchen ladies with their warm smiles and very welcome hot, sweet, green tea.

An exhausted dinner, long sleep, then back down the trail toward Lukla. The yak man had to climb the hills in search of one of his precious yaks that had wandered off in the night. We hoisted our day-packs and headed off down, leaving the yak man and kitchen girls to pack up the camp.

After 3 days we passed large numbers of elderly Japanese women going on their own trek. Not to climb mountains, but to simply walk the trail up into the magnificent peaks and valleys of the Everest region, soak in the unimaginable beauty and tranquillity and see sights that so few in the world ever have the opportunity to see.

Soon I was back home in my cotton wool-enshrouded existence, the adrenalin and memories of my journey still coursing fresh through my veins. I will be back, but next time I will go slower, avoiding altitude sickness and thoroughly enjoying it.

The Cayman Islands: Plunge into a Stunning Trip

Should you be considering to travel to the Caribbean for your following vacation, you have many islands to select from for your vacation spot. On this kind of island which makes an attractive location for a trip will be the overseas territory of the United Kingdom known as the Cayman Islands. If you'd prefer diving, this is an especially great place to see, given that it is the worlds major underwater diving tourist location.

The Cayman Islands comprised Grand Cayman, Cayman Brac, and also Little Cayman. These types of islands are situated in the western area of the Caribbean Sea. The particular Cayman Islands are about 150 miles from Cuba and about 480 miles from Miami, Florida. Cayman Brac and Little Cayman are occasionally known as the Sister Islands and therefore are about 90 miles far east of Grand Cayman Island, which is about 75 square miles.

The islands are made up of large coral heads and it is home to several exotic wild birds, fish, and also land pets, such as the vulnerable Blue Iguana, plus the Grand Cayman Parrot and Cayman Brac Parrot, that are found only on these destinations. You can out more with this link: All inclusive beach resorts.

Away from the water, you can check out well-known spots just like the black limestone fields, hiking trails, lighthouses, and galleries. Cayman Sea Salt Co is additionally positioned here, as well as a number of finance institutions.

Prior to heading towards the Cayman Islands, you should realize a little about the islands and make sure your documents is in order. You'll have to have a passport to travel there, and perhaps a visa, according to where you live. Camping is illegal in the islands, which many don't understand when leaving, and if you are caught camping out, you will spend time in jail. It is also crucial that you make sure that you can show returning flight ticket. Check out the Cayman Islands can be lots of fun if you're ready!