Here you can browse through my blog posts prior to February 2022. Currently I'm sharing my travel experiences, candid opinions, and what's on my mind solely on my Facebook page. — Rick

The "Danke-Bitte" Game

With our dollar down and thoughts of how jets contribute to global warming, I’ve been considering the value of travel. Is it worth it?

In our sunset years, having traveled makes the life we’ve lived more interesting to gnaw on. For our children, travel stokes their youthful passions and gives them reason to think big. And, in this election season, it’s agreed that our statesmen and women gain critical understanding through travel.

I believe living a life without stepping outside your corner of the world is a lost opportunity. I can’t remember meeting anyone who, after all the planning, expenses and challenges of turning their travel dreams into reality, didn’t value the experience and consider it time and money well spent.

My parents likely won’t be using their passports again — but their travel experience is part of their vocabulary. Right there with treasured old movie clips and that piece of classic sheet music that’s been on the piano for years is a sparkling chest of travel memories that can be dipped into at will…and is.

My dad still remembers marveling at how quickly Germans would say “You’re welcome” after someone said “Thank you.” We had a game where my dad would bounce on hotel beds with me playing “Danke-Bitte” — our invented game where he would say “Danke schön” and I would respond through my giggles as fast as possible with “Bitte schön!”

Our daughter is now immersed in a rich, quasi-travel experience: studying international affairs and journalism at Georgetown University, with classmates whose families make up the intelligentsia of countries from all over the world. I still remember our little made-up game called “What do they speak?” Passing hours on the trains and autoroutes of Europe, I’d say “What do they speak in Italy?” and our 4-year-old traveler would answer “Italian!”…”What do they speak in Ireland?” “Irelandish!”…”What do they speak in Norway?” “Norwegian!”…”What do they speak in Thailand?” “Thailandish!”

I’d love to hear how your parents — or you as parents — shared and inspired a curiousity for (rather than a fear of) our world.

Answering a Few Questions

I recently responded to some questions from a reporter. I thought you might find my answers interesting (and I have nothing else handy in my blog bucket).

How has your job changed the way you travel?

I do whatever is necessary at whatever cost to maximize the value of my time, like hiring taxis and local guides.

How much do you plan your trips in advance? (What do you leave to chance and what do you nail down beforehand?)

These days, because I’m committed to an intense research schedule, I book all my hotels in advance. Each day unfolds as I’m there. It’s really a fun challenge to envision each day’s work of a two-month trip, three months before departure, and lay out an itinerary where each overnight is right on.

What are some packing tips you’ve picked up?

Pack light.

What’s the one thing you won’t leave home without taking with you?

I’ll give you three: my laptop (with an extra battery), my iPod, and a little something to help me sleep.

What do you wear on the plane? Why? And what do you bring with you on the plane to make the ride bearable?

I wear a sweater and my noise reduction headphones. I’d rather fly coach with noise reduction headphones than business class without.

How do you deal with jet lag?

Leave home well-rested. For about the first three nights in Europe I use a quarter tab of Ambien when I wake too early to finish that night’s sleep.

What’s the first thing you do when you arrive at a destination to acclimatize yourself or get the bead on a place? How do you get your bearings?

I read my guidebook chapter about the place. (That also helps me sleep when struggling with jet lag.) I also like to simply get out and wander—slow, alone, head in the clouds—to just pick up the current flavor.

How do you find non-touristy spots?

I talk with locals about their favorites. The Moms and Pops who run the little B&Bs and guesthouses I recommend hear day in and day out what thrills and disappoints their guests. I vigorously pick their brains. But it’s important that I get beyond cronyism. People working for the tourist boards are worthless in this regard.

How do you approach local cuisine? Is it something you seek out (or find overrated?) How do you find good local restaurants? What are your thoughts on street food? What sorts of things do you look for to determine whether a street vendor is worth trying?

Places near markets, places with no English menus, and places with fast turnover are a good sign. Döner kebabs are my new fast, cheap, lunch option, washed down with a nice refreshing glass of ayran, a yogurt drink. But I want a kebab stand that does a brisk business. “Local cuisine” is often clichés that only tourists eat. Lately I’ve been careful to cut back here.

How much of your travel is on your own? What sorts of things have you learned to do when traveling solo? Do you have tips for other solo travelers? (Do you have tips relating to bars and restaurants in particular? Nightlife?)

Unless I’m filming or apprenticing a new researcher, I generally travel alone. I assume my readers are in bed by midnight. I use my evenings to check restaurants. I then eat a late dinner in my favorite restaurant find of the evening. Then I go home and input text into my laptop of what I learned that day. I can work 60 hard, long days in a row but only if I get 7 or 8 hours sleep a night.

How do you record and take notes on your trip while traveling? (Are there certain products you use? Do you schedule certain times of day that you take a moment to write observations down?)

I love my Moleskine notebooks. I feel like a human lint brush. I’m constantly collecting scraps of news, tips, and new ideas and then diligently working them into existing or new chapters as I input it all into my laptop.

How do you keep in touch with others while traveling? (products? times of day/ email? postcards?)

I deal with my email nearly every night—but only once a day. I haven’t sent a postcard for ages. I’ll never travel without the help of a mobile phone.

What sorts of tourist etiquette tips have you picked up along the course of your travels? Is there a way you’ve learned to approach locals that particularly effective? A type of attire? What would you absolutely avoid doing?

I don’t worry about what kind of flowers to bring or how to cross my legs. I am just genuinely respectful, curious, and positive with the people I encounter on the road. And I enjoy being received warmly. For people in the tourist industry in Europe, I just do my work with laser focus and if they appreciate that they work with me. If some big shot in the tourist board wants to have a long lunch with me, I tell him that I am committed only to my readers and I have one shot at updating the material in his city and I have no time for a social lunch. This just doesn’t make any sense to (and astounds) many of the bureaucrats I meet and deal with in Europe.

Olympic Medals: USA comes in #45 in per capita medal scramble

I was traveling through Europe during the Olympic Games and enjoyed watching events from overseas. Now home, I was watching the exciting closing ceremonies and thinking (as I did four years ago) how other countries might view the “medal count” differently.

All my life I’ve marveled at how great the American Olympic team did compared to the rest of the world. I imagine the spirits of most Americans, like me, soar to see us on top of the medal count. But then, one year, as I raved at how dominant our team was, my Dutch friend told me — not too gently — that Americans have a lot of medals…but, per capita, the Dutch have three times as many. While Americans are not inclined to view the tallies this way, before we gloat, consider this listing. Thanks to a nudge by my Dutch friend, I now do the arithmetic for the summer games to see things two ways—total medals (yea USA) and medals per capita (yea Bahamas). Check this out:

2008 Total Medal standings regardless of population:

Rank

Country

Total # of Medals

1

USA

110

2

China

100

3

Russia

72

4

Great Britain

47

5

Australia

46

6

Germany

41

7

France

40

8

Korea

31

9

Italy

28

10

Ukraine

27

11

Japan

25

12

Cuba

24

13

Belarus

19

14 (tie)

Canada

18

14 (tie)

Spain

18

 

2008 Total Medal standings per million population:

Rank

Country

Total Medals

Total medals/million

1

Bahamas

2

6.5433

2

Jamaica

11

3.9566

3

Iceland

1

3.3120

4

Slovenia

5

2.4885

5

Australia

46

2.2511

6

New Zealand

9

2.1867

7

Norway

10

2.1608

8

Cuba

24

2.1064

9

Armenia

6

2.0191

10

Belarus

19

1.9538

11

Trinidad/Tobago

2

1.8928

12

Estonia

2

1.5199

13

Bahrain

1

1.4113

14

Lithuania

5

1.3984

15

Mongolia

4

1.3551

22

The Netherlands

16

0.9656

37

Russia

72

0.5093

44

Austria

3

0.3659

45

United States

110

0.3653

46

Romania

8

0.3591

68

China

100

0.0757

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Congrats to the Bahamians—they won 6 medals per million people (18 times the USA rate). And to get things into a larger population pool (where a single superstar can’t mess up the standings), congrats to Australia, New Zealand, Norway, Cuba, and Armenia (each with a medal for every two million or so people…six times the USA production).

Among those nations, special honors to Cuba and Armenia (Where would it be if per capita income of these poor nations was a factor?) China? Great games (and I don’t care about the piddling gripes of media pre-disposed to find something wrong with the Beijing games)…but only 100 medals for over a billion people (and with the home court advantage). We Americans whooped you (with four times the per capita medals).

So America, wave the flag and be proud. We did great. On a per capita basis, our athletes cleaned the Chinese, nearly kept up with the Russians, and finished right between Austria and Romania.

Celebrating Homecoming with a Good Cigar?

 finished my trip with a sprint — updating Bruges and Brussels in a frenzy and using the flight home to input my notes. Getting home was wonderful — seeing family after nearly two months away…finally catching up with Anne…enjoying the last days before empty-nesthood as Jackie, our youngest, is heading off to Georgetown University in three days…and Andy is heading back to Notre Dame in a week.

Our last nights with Andy were particularly fun, as he shared photos from his semester abroad. (I was envious of the fun he had — which we’ll be sharing in a series of entries here shortly.) He’s so excited about the experience, that he’s building a website to share and organize information for other students making weekend trips from their European study home bases.

Travel has gotten Andy into the ritual of appreciating fine cigars. It’s both strange and fun having a 21-year-old son sit on the deck and teach you how to appreciate a good Cuban cigar. Sophisticated as he was in explaining the qualitative differences in cigars from various Latin American countries, he admitted it was un-cool to smoke it right down to the very end. (And sophisticated as he was, I was struck by the fact that this 21-year-old cigar aficionado with the burny fingers had never heard of a roach clip.)

Andy’s youthful sophistication intrigues me. When we met up in London, I took him out to dinner and squirted oil all over my shirt while ripping the head off a shrimp. Andy looked at me and said something like, “Not staining your shirt when you’re eating out is a lifestyle.” Then he shared a highlight of his London stay with me — a cigar lounge. He took me into his favorite, and together we shopped for the best cigar money could buy. (He also showed me how willingly cigar salespeople can slip the ring off a Cuban cigar and slip the cigar into a tin from a country not weathering an American embargo, and suddenly you have no way of knowing where that tobacco actually came from.) Andy knows how to make that effete scene and feel like it’s not forced.

One great thing about doing my work in Europe is that I’m out of touch with the day-to-day challenges back in my office. My first few days back home are always spent getting briefed on things. Tim, my radio producer, announced that (in just our third year on the air) our radio show is now carried weekly by 99 stations. He gave me CDs of new shows (with guests like Salman Rushdie, David Sedaris, Lord John Alderdice, and others) that are just better than ever. We must have a party when we crack 100 stations.

The best news of my homecoming was about our Iran show. The network offered our one-hour special to the public television system and well over a hundred stations responded enthusiastically, saying they’d run our show. Only seven said, “No, thanks.” This means this January, we’ll have our Iran show running in nearly every major city in the USA. Now we set about finishing the show, and I am busy turning my Iran blog and photos into a companion booklet.

Within days of my return, our staff enjoyed a sunny, annual office picnic. It seems like just a couple years ago when there were 20 of us and only a few little kids. Now there are 70 — with probably 30 kids old enough to toss water balloons and whack a piñata.

John Knox, Mickey Mouse and a very big boy

Here’s a batch of photos shares a little of the fun I had in the last two months in Europe. I’ve also added a few photos to the last dozen or so blog entries you may enjoy reviewing.

At the John Knox House in Edinburgh a fun little dress up corner let me play out my Great Reformer fantasy.
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In a York churchyard a family illustrates how a picnic can become a great budget dining experience if you find the right place to picnic.
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Armed with a well-stocked Oyster Card, London’s Tube can be one of the best tools to enjoy London efficiently and economically.
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The thought-provoking London tee-shirt is an example of the edgy take many Europeans have on Globalization.
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The Big Boy helps make the Aros museum in Arhus, Denmark one of Europe’s more entertaining artistic experiences.
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Everyone gets around better by bike in the Netherlands.
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