cait +tiff


Leave a comment

C+T / the things we bring

3d6b143e9e3ff9f105aaa124de6bb276

Photo Credit: Unknown via Pinterest

There is a lot of flying.  At least nowadays since we’ve outmoded the bus.  The annual trips back home which swallow up 24 hours or more.  (Yes, an entire day of our lives on a plane or spent in a layover).  Or the short jumps within Asia (always with a layover).  In any case, we like to have some essentials with us to keep us a little saner and decent.

Cait :

I pack too much, always. My beach suitcase is just as big as my snow suitcase and I am fully aware that it makes no sense. It’s probably my inner girl scout that keeps me overly prepared (what if there is no hot sauce? I should bring three…), but I’m not sorry about it. I am the one with a bag of cookies in her rolly bag, you are going to want me around.

As for my carry on, I try to scale it back a bit so I don’t get back problems and look like a crazy lady (too late). Heavy carry ons suck the most but no matter where I am going, I have a few items that are always within reach.

cait-brings

1. Ole Henriksen Cleansing Cloths

These little wipes are great, and while they will set you back a few more dollars than the standard baby-wipe option, they leave you feeling clean and less like you have been sitting in an flying cable car full of other peoples’ sweat and old breath.

2. Bumble & Bumble Invisible Oil Travel Kit

Shampoo in hotels is basically water and dish soap as far as I can tell. The last thing I want to think about when I am sailing or climbing or eating is my hair. I bring a long a set of high-quality hair condiments when I take off, mostly because I am lazy and don’t want to deal with my hair, and because it smells awesome.

3. Caudalíe Hand and Nail Cream

Airplanes destroy my hands because I worry too much about the spread of disease and I wash them 16 times each flight. It’s dry at 30,000 feet and my paws get rough without some help. I like this cream because it smells like heaven and people love it when you smell good, and also because it calms down the hand situation and lets me re-focus on the new teen adventure drama I have only seen 4 times.

4. Madewell Snuggly Scarf

This specific scarf is not called that, but it should be. The requirements for the perfect plane scarf are three fold. 1) It must be giant, like a twin sheet. 2) super cozy 3) not to thick, because it must be able to serve as a beach blanket, sarong, shirt, large male diaper, pillow and scarf.

5. Shiseido Ultimate Sun Protection Cream

No matter where you are, get up in that SPF. This is a great one, and never feels heavy or greasy, but do let it sink it a bit before getting in the water or you look like the guy who works in the pit of despair.

Tiff :

I am the total opposite of Cait when it comes to packing.  Things tend to get rationed in my checked baggage since I know I get a little crazy when it comes to shopping in new and far flung locales.  But that carry-on bag of mine is packed with a bunch of stuff I like to have close with me for security issues (read: expensive technological accoutrements I don’t wish to lose).  Thus I wind up looking like Quasimodo.  Computers notwithstanding, I do like to have with me a few essentials to keep me comfortable when I’m traveling.

tiff-brings1. Lo & Sons OG Bag.

This bag absolutely keeps me so incredibly sane.  Little compartments for everything from my passport, to all those various chargers I carry, an extra pair of shoes perhaps to boot.  I’ve been carrying it on every single flight I’ve been on for the past two years and it can take a beating.  Plus it fits perfectly under seat. I call it my Mary Poppin’s bag.

2. Kiehl’s Moisturizers and Lip Balm

Everything gets so dry when flying agh!  Since university, I’ve been a member of the Kiehl’s cult.  So when I’m traveling, an absolute must is a tube of their Lip Balm 1 (in fact, you can probably find this in all of my bags) and a small bottle of Ultra Facial Moisturizer in SPF 30.  I’m not great at putting on sunscreen since I’ve been blessed with a complexion that’s not akin to burning.  So I feel like this particular moisturizer gets me at least a modicum of sun protection.  After one nasty visit home versus dry cold winter winds that turned my face into a roughshod desert, I said never again. Thanks to a a super friendly Kiehl’s staffer, I loaded up on their Ultra Facial Moisturizer with Intense Hydration.  And last but not least are their samples!  Kiehl’s samples are the best for traveling. Particularly their Ultra Facial Cleanser.

3. Lemlem Scarf

Cotton scarves, whatever the brand, are my ultimate accessory when traveling.  And always a nice luxurious cotton or merino blend like this Lemlem Kulkulu scarf.  They are great for sopping up sweat in tropical locations, keeping warm under mighty air conditioners and covering up if I happen to find myself in a mosque or sacred place.

4. The Outfit. Lululemon Scuba Hoodie, Uniqlo Leggings, Tonlé Sina T-Shirt Dress

I basically look like the spectrum between ground of going to (read: excited and clean), and coming back (read: exhausted and sweaty) from a yoga class when I’m traveling.  Comfort is my absolute first priority.  And I don’t care what those fashion police say about black leggings. So long as I cover my butt with a tunic or Tonlé T-shirt dress, I’m cool.  And to cap it all off – the Lululemon Scuba Hoodie. Say what you will about the company, that hoodie is durable (it lasts years) and is the perfect thing to keep me warm when the cabin temperatures drop.

5. Tiek Ballet Flats and travel socks

When I’m in the terminal, I like these Tiek flats to look a little cleaner and polished.  Plus if I’m running from gate to gate, their non-slip soles prevent any butt first tumbles from happening.  And when I’m on the plane, travel socks to keep my extremities from freezing off are pretty useful too.  I’m a cheapo and I usually keep the ones that I’ve gotten (thank you Cathay Pacific!).  Or maybe I’ll bring a pair of Roots wool camping socks with me.  In any case, my toes are nice and snuggly.


2 Comments

Go Away / Emily’s (Fewer than) 24 Hours in Venice

So cait+tiff are still nowhere to be found.  We’re lucky to have a bunch of friends with wandering feet to jump in for us this week!

one-great-day-with-emilyMiss Emily is the reason cait+tiff exists in the first place.  We basically owe everything to her. But since abandoning us in Cambodia, she’s planted her feet in London and is living the sophisticated wine-sipping, cobblestone street European life with the occasional hops to Italy.  We’re flat out jealous and miss her beyond words.  And as the first of Emily’s Posts (get it? haha), we asked our dearest to tell us what one great day in Venice looked like.

Greetings from Europe, Cait+Tiff’s faithful readers! While your two loyal correspondents gallivant around Asia this week, they’ve tasked me with chronicling my recent trip to Venice. I’m new to the travel writing biz, but since I introduced Cait and Tiff way back in 2012, maybe they felt I could add a certain something.  Also, I promised to write about pasta.

I’d been to Venice a number of times during a summer I lived in northern Italy. But because it’s so high on many people’s Must See Lists, I only ever went when friends were visiting; meaning my experience of Venice was that of an inexperienced tour guide. A little stressful, and hitting repeatedly the same classic and beautiful, but also crowded and touristy spots.

So, back for a visit and armed with my new Italian language skillz (I can count to ten AND say my name *brushes shoulder*), I thought I’d give Venice another try. In preparing to go, I found I was nervous about how to do the trip well, as it wasn’t my first visit I felt a pressure to know the city more intimately than I do.

Venice brings out this ‘doing it well’ concern more than most places because it is such an intensely historic and cultural location that in some parts of the city (I’m looking at you San Marco or Rialto Bridge) you can feel both crushed by tourists and overwhelmed by what you are seeing but not necessarily understanding. Part of the fun of travel is imagining living somewhere, and imagining the lives, past and present, of those who do. But Venice in my experience had always felt less like a vibrant city and more like walking into a painting; stunning to be sure, but also difficult to interact with.

This trip, however, perhaps because I didn’t feel the pressure to Do the Things You’re Supposed to Do, was a happy exception. We started out badly, as we’d gone especially to attend the Venice International Architectural Exhibit* but we’d misread the open hours and missed our chance to go. This ended up having a happy outcome. In the walk from Piazza San Marco (near our hotel) to the Arsenale di Venezia, where the exhibit was taking place, we went through the Castello neighborhood which I’d never visited before, full of small art shops and streets virtually empty of other people. There are no cars in Venice, so frequently the only walking one does is the well-worn track from the train station to the Rialto Bridge and on to San Marco and the Bridge of Sighs. By that time your feet are pretty tired, you’ve been in line for the museums, and all you want is a glass of vino and a foot rub. But as pretty as that walk is, it’s crowded, so if you have the time (and comfy shoes) it’s great to branch out into different neighborhoods.

sunset ct8

Sunset on the Lagoon

On the way back from the Arsenale, we went via the Venice lagoon, which is a stroll well worth taking if you can time it to align with sunset. The sun sets over the Santa Maria Della Salute Basilica and is breathtaking . This stroll also allows you to approach San Marco from a different angle, thereby granting you a whole new view and perspective of the timeless city center.

View from the Gritti

View from the Gritti

We continued along the lagoon, now much quieter as the cruise ships normally re-board at dusk, leaving the city’s main areas totally changed, to the Gritti Palace, a hotel bar recommended in the NYTimes’ 36 Hours series. Built in 1475, it was a private residence till the late 1940s, and remains one of the city’s poshest hotels (note to the reader: we just went to the bar). It was pricy (cocktails started at 18 euros), but well worth it as a treat. While the inside looks like a lot of stuffy hotel bars, the view from the heated balcony is unmatched, and looking out over the water you see Santa Maria Della Salute lit up at night in all its glory, and the water taxis of the uber wealthy pull up to the city’s (many) posh hotels. The ambiance was slow moving and blurrily calm. I had an Aviation cocktail made from gin, maraschino liqeur, crème de violette and lemon juice; it was delicious and both sweet and sour. My trusty companion (here on out referred to simply as MTC) ordered a balsamic martini, and it was as heavenly and intriguing as it sounded. Venice is not too far from Modena, the home of the world’s best balsamic vinegar, which I only discovered on moving to Italy can range from light textured and tart to goopy and sweet. In any case the cocktail was like maple syrup with a punch. I want one now just typing that. The Gritti Palace claims to have been Ernest Hemmingway’s favorite Venetian bar, but if you counted up all the bars in the world that claim to be EH’s favorite, it paints him as a pretty fickle dude. Regardless, it’s fun to imagine him there; and easy in a way, as the peaceful vibe lends itself to picturing Hemmingway in a corner, writing in a notebook, hitting on the waitresses.

We’d been recommended a spot for dinner by an Italian friend, and as many people feel the food in Venice isn’t as good as you find in surrounding areas, we were excited to try it. Unfortunately, dinner didn’t rank especially high, as it was good but not great, but the menu had some intriguing options, including the lobster pasta, which was mild flavored but filling, and a caprese salad, which is hard to do wrong (some places do caprese a little differently, with stewed tomatoes instead of raw. This flavor adds a sweetness which perfectly complements the basil, and is the bane of my ‘recreating in my own kitchen’ existence, so well worth trying if you see it on a menu). Though dinner was unmemorable, we did revisit an old favorite for lunch the next day, Osteria Ae Sconte, which is consistently delicious. I recommend anything seafoody for your main dish. A North Italian favorite is Baccalà alla vicentina, or salted cod, which is really – well it’s salty and fishy (I don’t have Cait+Tiff’s flair for descriptions). In Northern Italy this will normally come with polenta, but you can request roasted veggies instead. Seasonal food is also really popular here too, and as we went during the late fall, pumpkin recipes were abundant (hurray!). MTC had a pumpkin, crouton and bacon soup which was bowl lickingly good. I didn’t see it this time, but normally around Christmas caramelized pineapple slices hit the dolce menu, and it’s not to be missed. Whatever you get though, you should definitely try the gorgonzola and walnut gnocchi, and/or the prosciutto e melone, thinly sliced Italian ham draped over fresh melon. While being close to many of the main tourist locations, Osteria Ae Sconte is in a quiet square, you can sit outside with only the buzz and chatter of other diners, the guys who work there are charming and remember you, and frequently guests are treated to an aperitif (I think we had Montenegros, as that’s a favorite), a welcome glass of Prosecco or a limoncello after your meal.

San Marco at night ct6After dinner we continued with what we do best: we tried out some other famed drinking establishments. We hit up Harry’s, which, famous though it is, felt a little like a cafeteria and less like a nice bar, and then the Hotel Monaco, which was like a slightly less rarified version of the Grotti Palace; but a man on an accordion was not far away, and I’m a sucker for moonlit, accordion soundtracked last drink before bed-ness. MTC had a white Russian and I had my favorite, the patron saint of Italian drinks, a spritz aperol. We walked back to the hotel through Piazza San Marco, which while bird and selfie filled during the day is magical at night, and reminded me of the beautiful main square in Madrid.

One thing I love about Venice is it’s impossible to capture what’s the prettiest about it with a camera. It’s the way the lights in the piazza’s flicker, or the way the city is reflected, recreated and beautifully warped by the tiny canals that zigzag through the streets, or the mini life scenes you peak at from a distance as you twist through the alleys. I think it’s hard to capture because you can never get far enough back to take the expanse of it all in with a camera lens; what a comforting thought, to know some things must be experienced to be truly seen.

Florian's

Café Florian

In the morning we got up earlyish (9:15 constitutes earlish on the weekends, I say) and headed to Florian‘s, the most famous café on the Piazza San Marco. Sitting in the early morning sun, and despite the cost (be forewarned, a coffee is 12 euro, a sandwich 16) I really enjoyed the ambiance. A jazz band plays during all open hours at a café across the square, and we admired Florian’s lavish interior. Until SWOOSH, out of nowhere we were Bird Bombed by an enormous seagull, who knocked my breakfast into my lap and flew away with MTC’s sandwich in tow. The old pro waiters seemed neither surprised, nor terribly sympathetic, and we were relegated to the sitting area under the walkway, clearly novices at essential bird dodging techniques.

dorsoduro

Dorsoduro

After breakfast we walked around the Dorsoduro neighborhood. It felt like smaller, quieter areas of north Italy, with steps down to the water where you can sit and take in the sea, and with its high end boutiques and contemporary art instillations (Dorsoduro also houses the Guggenheim) it was great to be reminded that of course Venice is producing modern artists. Sometimes all the Raphaels and Michelangelos can make it feel too much like a city of the past.

In big swaths of Venice, stores are divided into two easily discernible groups: the affordable or at least attainably priced, usually with very similar wares for sale, and the bazillion euro boutiques. This can be frustrating for visitors, who want to bring something back, but don’t have the budget to shop at the higher end places. This is compounded by the fact that many of the more affordable pieces aren’t actually ‘authentically’ Venetian. Venice is famous for its glass, but much of it (even some pricy pieces) is now made in China, not in the glass workshops that dot the island of Murano and that you can tour for a small fee (approx. 5 euro), and see how glass is traditionally made (this is a fantastic activity for lovers of beauty, crafts and general appreciators of ‘how stuff is done’, and a neat way to bring home something you witnessed being created). Equally, Venetian leather goods and fabrics are world renowned, but most of the pricy shoes and purses and briefcases you see in Venice shops are not what you imagine. Instead of lovingly made by well paid workers from high quality products, they too are frequently from China. The materials are then imported to Italy and assembled by Chinese workers in Italy, so that the finished product can still have the label ‘made in Italy’.

Let’s be clear here: something being made in China doesn’t make it bad, and for that matter something being made in Italy doesn’t make it particularly good. But the ramifications of bringing products all round the world, and the fact that they are mass produced far away to look local, just all feels a little icky, right?

Fortunately, there are pocketed neighborhoods, like Castello, where little art shops don’t quite outnumber the others, but make a pretty good showing. We bought beautiful prints at Chimera from the artist herself, as she made ceramic pieces in the background. It was nice to have something that was both universal – iconic images of Venice – and individual. MTC bought a great print of a 1966 cover of the New Yorker, picturing a gondola ride in Venice, from a tiny print shop in the same neighborhood.

Side note: the gondolas are romantic to be sure, but also ubiquitous, and at 90 euros for 40 minutes, I’m happy to look at them from outside the boat. If you’re tired or have limited mobility, you can always take a water taxi, with ports all over, for a much more reasonable price.

Before boarding the train back home, we stopped for a final gelato. I always get yogurt flavored, which sounds matronly and boring, but is actually tart and refreshing and always makes my stomach feel good. Give it a try, especially if they have fresh fruit toppings on offer (or just go for the triple dark chocolate raspberry). The really good places will ask you if you want fresh cream, or panna, on top. Your answer should be yes J Though it’s a chain, I love Venchi gelato.

It was great to see Venice without the pressure to see The Big Spots, and get a taste of what else the city has to offer. For those planning a visit, I’d say go! but also think about whether you have time to add a side trip (perhaps to Vicenza, the architectural mecca, home of Andrea Palladio, or to Suave, where some of the world’s best white wines comes from, or maybe to Lake Garda, which, though it lacks a certain George Clooney something, more than makes up for in peaceful vistas and ancient world heritage sites, or even Asiago, which is a little farther but is home to the cheese of the same name and a national park full of stunning views, beautiful wildflowers, and heartbreaking WWI memorials). There is so much good stuff to see – and taste – in this beautiful and diverse part of Italy.

* Emily’s Rules to European Travel #1 – if you’re going to a city for just one weekend, try to do one impermanent thing; a short term exhibit, a concert – that isn’t the Vivaldi concert seemingly always going on in every European capital at all times – or a pop up restaurant. You’re more likely to meet people who live in the city and to see an area you wouldn’t if you stuck to traditional guide book recommendations. I don’t have any secret way of finding out about these events. Normally I just Google the city and the month or date I’ll be there, and with not too much searching exciting options pop up.

All photos by Emily.  Please request permission for use.

Thanks for the post Em! You can find more of her fabulous euro-life here!


Leave a comment

hump jump

Photo by Mariana Jammadi

Photo Credit: Marianna Jamadi

At any given moment, Cait and I will have a trip on our minds.  So we’re constantly trolling the interwebs for everything from new inspiration to the best bowl of khao soi in Chiang Mai, or in my case, the best assam laksa in Langkawi.  These are some of our fave links that keep us moving.

My buddy Karen is on an epic bicycle trip in New Zealand and is blogging all about the adventure!

Copenhagen, I’ve got my eye on you.

We have our own shopping cities (post to come soon). But this take is pretty damn good.  And not just because they included Toronto.

My favourite food and travel photographers went to Istanbul.  That’s all I have to say.

Please take me to Jaipur. Also, I heart a minimalist photo heavy new online travel mag any day.

Damnit! I just left Chiang Mai and the Lantern Festival starts this week.

Ultimate road trip, anyone?

I hope you voted this week! If you are living abroad, you can still vote, and its still important.

Bluesfest in Byron Bay this year looks amazing and I am wondering how much tickets are to Oz from Cambodia…

I want to go camping and cozy up in one of these bad boys.

 


9 Comments

Go Away / Alissa’s 36 (spare) Hours in Dar-es-Salaam

Since cait + tiff are no good, lazy bums and on vacation this week, we have enlisted a few friends to help out with le blog. dar-es-salaam-alissaOur first guest writer this week is Alissa, who is one of our favorite people in Phnom Penh. She’s has a discerning palate and eye, and we are constantly in awe of her effortless cool. Hailing from Minneapolis, with feet stamped in New York, India, Nepal, Senegal, and beyond, the girl has some serious street cred when it comes to adventure. I mean, come on, her favorite cookie is the alfajor.  Alissa is our first contributor to C+T (!), and she’s taking us to Tanzania. Enjoy! 

Work travel is a mixed bag. On the one hand, it’s a fantastic opportunity to visit a place you would otherwise not have the chance to see, but in reality you are so busy you don’t have time to see much. But traveling for work does not preclude you from exploration! Being a ‘worker-tourist’ does mean you are short on time, but it also opens the doors to seeing another side of a city/country that you’d never experience as a ‘tourist-tourist’. My advice is to make use of 2 precious resources: 1) weekends and 2) the expert and insider advice from colleagues.

36 (spare) Hours in Dar-es-Salaam.

Dar-es-Salaam is Tanzania’s largest city of over 1 million people. Dar-es-Salaam aptly means ‘harbor of peace’ and it is home to many a type of Tanzanian; people of African and Indian descent, Christian and Muslim, tribes from all over Tanzania, living together harmoniously in this city on the coast of the Indian Ocean. The official language is Swahili, which I declared to be the best language ever. I can’t really describe it, but the cadence and pronunciation make it a really fun language to speak. While the traffic is a beast in Dar, the city is generally walkable, full of trees and flowering plants, and Dar-es-Salaamers are friendly and with an excellent sense of humor.

What To Do

fabricAs a self-diagnosed textilephile, I knew one of my first free days in Dar would be spent fabric shopping. Having promised some bright bolts to the lovely founders of cait+tiff and wanting to replenish my own cloth stock, I headed downtown one Sunday morning. While I quickly found out this was the worst day to go (almost every store owner closes shop on Sundays), a colleague and I made the most of what was open and as we elbowed our way through available vendors, we couldn’t even fathom what the crowd flow would look like on a regular day. We first hit Uhuru Street to visit fabric wholesalers who don’t bargain but offer loads of variety, and then ventured on to nearby Kariakoo Market to weave through the maze of shops in Dar’s largest market.

batik-and-kitengeThere are 3 main types of fabrics available: kanga, kitenge, and batik. Kangas are ubiquitous in Tanzania – colorful wraps that tout a Swahili message, often religious or political. They are commonly given as gifts, handed out at weddings and celebrations. Because they display messages as women wear them, these mobile billboards are often used to promote during political or health campaigns, displaying messages varying from ‘Vote for this guy!’ to ‘Take your child for a measles immunization!’ Rumor is there was even a kanga made with Obama’s face on it during his visit to Tanzania. Kitenge is also very common in Tanzania. They tend to be a bit higher-quality than kangas, and are used to tailor outfits – dresses, skirts, one of our enumerators even had a sassy kitenge romper. The patterns are bold, bright, layered with intricate patterns and geometric shapes. Finally, there is batik, with which I had a love affair in Dar. These are hand-dyed fabrics, often with just 2 or 3 deep, vibrant colors and a bold pattern created in the dyeing process. Unlike kitenge, which are mostly imported from Nigeria, Ghana, etc., batik is often produced locally in Tanzania. From my experience, batik and kitenge are comparable in price depending on quality, and kangas are a bit less expensive. These fabrics are all sold in bolts of 3 or 6 meters, so buy what you like and share with friends back home!

mbudya-islandGorgeous Mbudya Island is just a mere 20 minute boat ride away and provides all the beachy splendor one needs to rejuvenate if weekend travel to Zanzibar isn’t possible. Colleagues and I caravanned a few bajajis (autorickshaws) and headed north to the White Sands Resort where one can access ferries to reach the island. After trudging through the low tide, spotting lots of sea slugs and bright red-pink starfish along the way, we boarded a wooden fishing boat, painted the same shade of turquoise as the waters surrounding us. The boat and entrance fee to the marine reserve that is Mbudya Island is around $25 total, and it is worth every Tanzanian shilling and more.

Upon landing at a tiny island of white sand paradise, spotted with wispy little pines, we scoped out the options of thatched bandas where we would laze away the day. After selecting one with optimal shade and ocean view, we laid out our towels and plopped down. The mantra of the day was swim-splash-eat-catnap-repeat. From our banda heaven, we were able to order lunch, options being grilled fish, octopus or tiger prawn. Those of us who opted for octopus got to see our meal arrive wriggling from the hands of the fishermen who plucked them fresh from the sea. You can also bring your own snacks and beverages and picnic in the banda. Between the fresh seafood on Mbudya and all the amazing locally produced snacks in Tanzania (banana chips seasoned with chili, fresh roasted cashews, fried salted cassava) you are bound to happy and tanned belly by the end of the day.

Eat

Dar is a meat lover’s paradise. And also a starch lover’s paradise. These two components make up many a Tanzanian dish, in a multitude of combinations. The meats range from roasted beef, goat, seafood to tomato-ginger stews with chicken to the infamous and the too, too delicious mishkaki. This delectable meat treat is a skewer of perfectly grill meat chunks, essentially a shish-kabob with less of those pesky veggies. Again through the insider-knowledge of a colleague, I was introduced to my first mishkaki at a local joint called Lukas on the Msani Peninsula. This peninsula is where many expats live and many ‘worker-tourists’ stay, but Lukas was a mix of Tanzanians and foreigners, all enjoying the savory delight of mishkaki. My meat-of-choice for the evening was beef, but chicken, fish and goat were also on the menu. For just a couple dollars, you can eat your fill of some incredibly tasty red meat. Another favored meat of Tanzania is nyama choma, grilled meat, often goat. It is so loved that there is even an annual Nyama Choma Festival! After skillful roasting over an open flame, the meat is chopped up into chunks and served with a starch of your choice. And what are the starch choices? Oh, the options astound. French fries (aka chips), cassava chunks, fried banana, boiled banana, ugali (stiff cornmeal porridge), or rice. For those that need a vegetable accompaniment, load up on the fresh and spicy kachumburi salad – chopped up tomatoes, onion and lots of chili peppers. And if it’s not spicy enough, request a side pili-pili – Tanzanian hot sauce.

donutStreet snacks also abound in Dar, serving as a quick and delicious fix. On the road, I favored picking up a newspaper-fashioned bag of freshly roasted (still warm) peanuts, conveniently sold by vendors weaving through the bumper-to-bumper traffic in Dar. Another common and sinfully good snack is mandazi, which is kind of like a doughnut… but so much more. These pieces of fried dough, often set in cast iron circular molds, are best when still piping hot and with a slight sweetness from the addition of coconut milk.

zanzibari-mixThere was one street food that I had heard murmurings of for weeks from several sources, and knew I needed to try before my time in Dar ran out – Zanzibari Mix. A snack only found in Tanzania, and Zanzibar of course, this dish is a great representation of the mixture of Indian and African cuisines in Dar. It’s essentially a combination of little fried lentil dumplings, potato dumplings, onion, coconut chutney, more fried crispy things (perhaps garlic), all in a coconut milk-lemony broth. Desperate to give it a taste before I departed, I obtained directions to one of the best Zanzibari Mix vendors in the Upanga neighborhood of Dar and off we went. Winding through the streets of Dar, we stopped outside a nondescript gate. Peeking through the metal we could see a sea of people bent over tiny bowls, and the Zanzibari Mix maven at work in the front, vigorously dishing up the snack. It was well worth the hunt, this dish is unlike any other thing I’ve eaten, a zesty combination of bright citrus, mellow coconut and savory, salty tidbits. Unfortunately, the directions to this particular shop are lost to me, but be sure to ask friends or colleagues in Dar and seek this out!

Finally, though my timing didn’t work out, I would recommend that every traveler to Dar-es-Salaam try to schedule a visit to coincide with the Goat Races.

All photos by Alissa.  Please request permission for use.

Thanks Alissa!  See more of her beautiful pictures from all of her adventures here!


Leave a comment

C+T / top 10 travel

top-10-travel-header

Yes, we are on vacation right now, and we are making lists about other places we want to go. We are very greedy people.

Spending time thinking about dream destinations is somewhat of a pastime for both of us. What with all this time we spend on the internet, its easy to wander around and get sucked into the rabbit hole of vacation photos of places in far off corners. I won’t say which one of us (and you don’t know who is writing..hehe), but a lady who writes this blog has been caught in the middle of the night, researching potential vacation spots, only to be shamed into eating and showering. We really like traveling.

We have rounded up our top places (of the week) and organized our day dreams for all of you! Highway to the danger zone below.

Tiff’s top 5

Photo Credit: David Hagerman

Photo Credit: David Hagerman

1. Istanbul, Antakya, Antalya…or pretty much all of Turkey.

I wouldn’t let a neighbouring conflict bog me down.  I never really considered Turkey until I briefly lived in Germany and was exposed to its large Turkish immigrant population, and the resulting doner kebab of course.  Food notwithstanding, the Turkish landscape is complex, which is how I like it.  There’s a ton of history and architectural delights.  I would love to go beyond Cappadocia and see everything the country has to offer. And coffee.  Did I mention the food?

2. Mongolia

Photo Credit: Condé Nast Traveler

Photo Credit: Condé Nast Traveler

Because yurts. And a diverse and nomadic population. And that scenery.  The intersection of China and Russia.  The clash and the smiles that results. And remembering that the world is wide and we are but a tiny speck in the expanse of it all.

3. Samoa and Fiji

Tosua-Pool-Samoa

The Tosua Pool in Samoa. Photo Credit: Samoa Tourism Authority

While I haven’t been able to go to the South Pacific, some of the work I do has opened up a completely new world to me.  People go for stunning beaches and luxury.  I am game for the the very underrated natural wonders of this region of island states, and completely unknown cultures waiting to be discovered.

4. Berlin, Munich and Leipzig

Leipzig - Gordon Welters

Leipzig by night. Photo Credit: Gordon Welters for NYTimes

Freunde von Freunden, foodie videos like these, and a partner who happens to be of Teutonic nationality.  Germany’s got so much going on.  It’s always been on the frontiers of cool.  And I think these three cities represent those boundary pushing factors the best. In Berlin, you’ve got the epicentre of Euro-hipsterdom that is not only encapsulated in the Kreuzberg, but other slowly gentrifying neighbourhoods too.  In Munich, you have a persistent design scene that is reflecting and taking the best from the fiercely proud Bavarian culture that surrounds it.  And finally, there is Leipzig.  The complete opposite of the preceding German powerhouses. But innovation and excitement are always coming out of music-heavy, quaint little university towns that come with a post-industrial landscape.

5. Renting a house in Provence

Photo Credit: Bri Emery for designlovefest

Photo Credit: Bri Emery

My heart stopped when blogger icon Bri Emery of designlovefest went down to Provence this past summer.  And it could be anywhere in the region. Gordes, Saumane de Vacluse, Aix.  Just the thought of being surrounded by good friends, good wine and good cheese couldn’t make me happier.  Alternatively, a good book, a pool and glass of red would be aight too.  I already feel at peace thinking about it.


Cait

1. Iceland

Photo by Conde Nast Traveler

Photo Credit: Conde Nast Traveler

Maybe its the thing about Bjork getting an island, maybe it was watching The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, but I really need to spend time on this crazy chunk of land. I love what I know about the art scene (very limited, but very cool) and it seems like being kind of a crazy weirdo is encouraged there, so I will fit right in. I also want to take a road trip through the volcanos and go fishing and hiking in these awesome looking mountains.

2. Sweden

Photo by Raphael Cadushin for CN Traveler

Photo Credit: Raphael Cadushin for CN Traveler

My people. Well, some of my people. I have never been to the country of modern design and meatballs, but lord, do I want to. Saddle me up and get me my clogs. I am very into the contrast between the busy city feel and the immense countryside and the influence of nature on Swedish culture. I can also eat the hell out of cured fish, so I figure they will take me in. Oh, and Abba.

3. Namibia

Photo by Nationalparktraveler.org

Photo by Nationalparktraveler.org

This one has been on the list for a while, and yes, there is a physical list that I keep and update regularly. First, safari’s are awesome and sand dunes are awesome, so there are two easy wins here. But there is also the bohemian culture that makes it and attractive place to me and everyone I know who has been there, loves it. I just had a friend move there (hi Nace!) and its a safe bet that I will be invading her personal space sometime soon.

4. New Zealand

Photo by REI

Photo Credit: REI

Everybody loves hobbits. I don’t care if you don’t want to say it out loud, but you want to go to Mordor just as much as I do. Truth is, I have been to New Zealand already. I went a few years ago with two crazy Irish nurses (hi Emma and Sarah!), but the trip was cut short, and I had to leave early. I did not have enough time in this place, and I want to go back and climb all the mountains and hang with all of those sheep. Maybe go on the Lord of the Rings tour on horseback…hahah. Just kidding, I already did that.

5. Nagano, Japan

Photo by JapanGuide.com

Photo Credit: JapanGuide.com

Do you want to build a snowman? Effing yeah I do. I would also like to ski and drink local wine and slurp giant bowls of udon. I am plotting a trip to Nagano, Japan for February because I need to be in snow, and all of this hot weather is making me weak. The mountains in the area are some of the best for winter sports and I look forward to watching other people do them well while I pizza-pie down the mountains and try not to hit a tree. I can’t wait to après ski with these guys.