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Monteverde Cloud Forest – Spotting Wildlife at Night

(Monteverde, Costa Rica)

While Costa Rica is a small country, there are some formidable transportation barriers.  The barriers are both physical and climatic:  in addition to steep mountains and raging rivers, the massive amount of rainfall wreaks havoc on the roads.  Santa Elena (the central “town” of the Monteverde Cloud Forest) is not very far from La Fortuna but the quickest way to make the trip involves a bus, a boat across Lake Arenal, and another couple of hours of the most bone-shattering, brain-scrambling dirt/rock road you can imagine.  It’s definitely worth the effort, however.

Monteverde felt right.  We’re still in the tropics, but the altitude and the weather keep the temperatures at tolerable levels.   I’ve been able to do a lot of (sometimes strenuous) walking here without any difficulty.

This parrot lived at a small cafe about an hour from Monteverde
This parrot lives at a small cafe about an hour from Monteverde

Our hotel is spectacularly situated on the slopes of the mountain overlooking Santa Elena.  I normally don’t see the value in paying extra for a good view…but I have to admit that the views here are spectacular.

While today was a busy day, the highlight was probably our “night walk” through the dense vegetation.  We took a small van to a remote mountainside location and were equipped with flashlights:  we were going to search for nocturnal creatures in the jungle!  This sounds crazy but it actually makes a lot of sense in a place where 80% of the creatures are nocturnal.   As our guide didn’t seem to be afraid of any lurking dangers, we figured that it would be OK for us too.

We did not stay at this interestingly-named hostel in Santa Elena (Monteverde)
We did not stay at this interestingly-named hotel in Santa Elena (Monteverde)

Trekking through the dense rainforest at night is completely different from anything I have done before.  In brief:  it is dark and creepy.  More than one of us commented that it felt like we were in some action/adventure movie with a nighttime tropical chase scene.  I aimed my flashlight in front of my feet for the most part, to make sure I didn’t stumble on any exposed roots…or snakes.  There are a lot of poisonous snakes here!  However, from time to time I illuminated the area around me to see what kind of tropical life was around.

Tarantula (upper left) scurrying into a tree trunk.
Tarantula (upper middle part of photo) scurrying into a tree trunk.

The creepiness started early:  we saw a tarantula within a minute of entering the forest.  It was very large and very hairy:  fortunately, it retreated into a tree trunk shortly after we saw it.

The challenges of nighttime rainforest photography:  a kinkajou hides behind branches
The challenges of nighttime rainforest photography: a kinkajou hides behind branches

The next sighting was of a kinkajou.  It’s also known as the “honey bear”; it is related to the raccoon but looks somewhat like a large ferret with the face of a bear cub.  It was very shy so getting a good photograph proved to be difficult.  Nearby, we saw a green viper hanging in a tree.  We couldn’t get too close; even though it wasn’t very large, it could really do a lot of damage.

Viper hanging in a tree
Viper hanging in a tree

The largest sighting was of a two-toed sloth.  It isn’t closely related to the three-toed sloth but is also a rather dirty and, well, sloth-like creature.  Fortunately, once the sloth had been spotted, it was relatively easy to observe.  They really don’t move fast; it looks like a real effort for the sloth to do much of anything.  They can’t walk but are able to pull themselves around the tree trunk and branches.  When the sloth does move, however, it is quite impressive…in a “I can’t believe that thing is moving” way.  The photo at the top of this post shows the sloth hanging upside down from a branch.

Same sloth, different pose
Same sloth, different pose

We didn’t see a jaguar or any other large cat on this night:  such sightings are exceedingly rare.  Still, I’m really glad that I went on this near-cinematic night-time adventure.   Once again, seeing truly “wild” animals was much more satisfying than seeing animals in captivity.  For what it’s worth, I ultimately felt safer in the Costa Rican rainforest at night than I would in a Canadian forest at night.  As a bonus, there weren’t any mosquitoes either!

Wildlife Safari in the Caño Negro Region – Part 2

(La Fortuna, Costa Rica)

If you haven’t read Part 1 yet – it will provide some excellent background for this post and the similar but not identical photo at the top of it.

It didn’t take long to see another caiman as we continued our cruise down the river.  This one was a little bolder and didn’t disappear under the water as we approached.  We saw many more caimans from a distance but this one let us get very close.

A bold caiman in the Caño Negro region
A bold caiman in the Caño Negro region

The next sighting was something I had not expected:  the “Jesus Christ Lizard”.   I was skeptical about the name but, once again, a little research proved that our guide was correct.  Also known as the “basilisk”, the Jesus Christ Lizard gets its dramatic name because of its ability to “walk” on water.  When this lizard runs over water, it creates a bubble and somehow manages to avoid sinking…at least for a little while.  Because they are lighter, young lizards can run up to 20 metres across the water before they sink.

A basilisk, or "Jesus Christ Lizard", on the banks of the Rio Frio
A basilisk, or “Jesus Christ Lizard”, on the banks of the Rio Frio

There were large birds all over the place.  I saw lots of great egrets… but they are slightly lower on the “wow” scale as these ones may well have come from Canada!  However, the anhinga was a little more interesting:  it often stands with wings stretched for a long period of time.  Although it looks like it is about to take off, it is really just drying its wings.

The anhinga spreads its wings in order to speed the drying process
The anhinga spreads its wings in order to speed the drying process

While the albino howler monkey was silent, the same cannot be said for the other howler monkeys we encountered on the safari.  Due to a mutation in one of its throat bones, the howler monkey can “howl”25 times louder than you would expect.  It is the world’s second loudest mammal, after the blue whale.  The monkeys howl to scare off predators – if you hear what sounds like an abnormally large and loud dog that is barking at half speed, you are probably being told off by a howler monkey.

Howler monkeys high above the river, in between howls
Howler monkeys high above the river, in between howls

While the first picture looks like it was taken at close range, my zoom lens was actually performing heroic feats.  The second picture is a little grainier but I’ve included it because it shows two frolicking young monkeys along with an adult.

Two baby (and one adult) howler monkeys
Two baby (and one adult) howler monkeys

After the relatively frantic activity of the howler monkeys, it was time to slow down a bit.  We found a tree with sleeping bats:  they sleep in a straight-line formation so that they will look like a snake to potential predators.  The one at the top is the “alpha bat”!

Bats assembled in formation
Bats assembled in formation

Almost as idle as a sleeping bat is a three-toed sloth – we saw one at the very end of the safari.  Not only are they slow and lazy, but they are quite filthy too.  I was very lucky to be able to capture this one on film – it was up very high in a tree but our eagle-eyed guide was able to see it from the river far below.

Yes!  It's a three-toed sloth *way* up in a tree!
Yes! It’s a three-toed sloth *way* up in a tree!

This wildlife safari was thrilling.  It was great to see wild animals in their natural environment – definitely not as “convenient” as a zoo, but much more rewarding and enjoyable for all concerned.

This marks the end of my visit to the Arenal/La Fortuna area.  From here, we will be travelling west to the Monteverde Cloud Forest.

Wildlife Safari in the Caño Negro Region – Part 1

(La Fortuna, Costa Rica)

Now *this* is why I came to Costa Rica!

After a breakfast featuring (you guessed it) rice and beans, I was picked up at my hotel to travel by van to the Caño Negro region in the far north of Costa Rica.   Our destination was only a few kilometres from the Nicaraguan border and, just in case, we were advised to take our passports with us.

It didn’t take long for the wildlife theme to appear.  When we stopped for provisions just outside of La Fortuna, we saw hundreds of green iguanas.  These are harmless creatures but they are also surprisingly large.  Like every picture you’ll see in the next two posts, all of these animals are living wild in their natural environment.

A pair of green iguanas hanging out in a tree
A pair of green iguanas hanging out in a tree

As we neared Los Chiles and the Nicaraguan border, we veered off the main highway and onto the bumpiest (so far) road I have ever travelled.  It was well worth it, though, as we saw a small sampling of Costa Rica’s incredibly diverse wildlife from the van:  a stork with a 10-foot wingspan, a baby caiman (similar to a crocodile) and a type of heron that actually keeps the predator population under control by feeding on baby crocodiles and caimans.

Our boat for the floating safari on the Río Frío
Our boat for the floating safari on the Río Frío

The real show, however, started when we boarded the boat and set sail down the Río Frío.  It took less than one minute to see the albino howler monkey shown at the top of this post.  These monkeys are usually black but a genetic mutation changed this one to orange.  There are only a handful of albino monkeys in Costa Rica but there are two (having the same parents) on this very river.

Albino howler monkey gathering leaves high above the Río Frío
Albino howler monkey gathering leaves high above the Río Frío

Making it even rarer was the fact that this was a hermaphrodite albino monkey!  Our guide thought that there might be one other such howler monkey in the world.  This particular creature is probably doomed to a short life, as its vibrant colour makes it susceptible to birds of prey and its hermaphrodite status means that it is perceived as a threat (and thus attacked) by both male and female howler monkeys.  Maybe that’s why it was exiled to a sparsely vegetated tree.

A baby caiman spotted on the way to our boat
A baby caiman spotted on the way to our boat

The baby caiman that we saw on the way to the Río Frío was cute:  maybe two feet long and having a playful grin on its face.  Seeing an adult caiman is another matter altogether:  they still have the grin, but it is more like the evil grin of The Joker (from Batman).

Adult caiman on the shore of Río Frío
Adult caiman on the shore of Río Frío

The adult caiman grows to “only” 7 or 8 feet in length.  While they are definitely predatory, they are “small” enough that they apparently do not present a serious threat to humans.   None of us in the tour group were willing to put our guide’s claims to the test, however.

One of the many very large birds in the Caño Negro region
One of the many very large birds in the Caño Negro region

Even though I have only been here for a couple of days, I can already say that Costa Rica is a birdwatcher’s paradise: there are more species here than in Canada and the U.S.A. combined.  While I didn’t catch the names of very many of the birds we saw, I was nonetheless impressed by the size and variety of them along the Río Frío.

A content green iguana
A content green iguana

Not surprisingly, it’s going to take at least one more blog post to properly document my Caño Negro experience.  Stay tuned to find out if anything came close to the fantastic albino howler monkey sighting!

My first day seeing the natural highlights of Costa Rica

(La Fortuna, Costa Rica)

As expected, getting out of San José is starting to ramp up the “wow” factor in Costa Rica. I wonder if this blog will be able to keep up with all of the new and unusual things I’m seeing!

Our day started with a drive north from  San José to La Fortuna, our home for the next two nights.  Our first stop was at a humble restaurant where we each had a hot mug of agua dulce (“sweet water”), which looked almost like tea but is made from sugar cane.  The restaurant had a miniature rainforest behind it, including a hummingbird-viewing platform.

Just another waterfall in Central Costa Rica
Just another waterfall in Central Costa Rica

Next up was a stop at some relatively small but intense waterfalls.  Our leader bought us some mamones chinos (literally “Chinese Suckers”) there for a snack- it is a fruit in the lychee family that is called “rambutan” elsewhere.  The covering looks really scary but it is easily peeled to reveal a sweet, addictive fruit.

The scary looking but ultimately delicious rambutan
The scary looking but ultimately delicious rambutan

After a quick stop at a coffee plantation, some of the group disembarked for some white-water rafting.  This definitely conflicted with the treatment for my sore shoulder, so I proceeded to La Fortuna.  The non-rafters had a nice Costa Rican lunch at a local café (my choice was the casado especial – of course, it included rice and black beans).

Casado Especial - with beans and rice, naturally
Casado Especial – with beans and rice, naturally

The rest of the afternoon was spent on a “volcano hike”.  We were taken to the nearby Arenal volcano to learn about the recent eruptions and to see a regenerated rainforest up close.  After being dormant for as long as anybody can remember, Arenal erupted spectacularly in 1968 and then again in 1992.  It has had some minor activity since then but nothing to match the two big eruptions.  In those eruptions, many people died and a huge swath of land was flooded by lava.

A toucan at the top of a tree, overlooking Lake Arenal
A toucan at the top of a tree, overlooking Lake Arenal

It was incredible to see how much growth can occur in 22 years – you can get an idea from the photo at the top of this post.  The affected area now hosts a huge variety of plant, animal and bird life.  You’d never guess that it used to be a desolate lava wasteland.  After spotting a huge wild turkey in a tree near the trail, we also saw termites, toucans, hairy spiders and various bizarre plants (including a species of tree with its roots above ground).   Although we did not see any, we certainly heard the extremely loud cries of the howler monkey.

This snake was hanging out on a tree near the start of our volcano walk
This snake was hanging out on a tree near the start of our volcano walk

We then crossed parts of the lava flow and were rewarded with brilliant views of Lake Arenal as well as the volcano itself.  Arenal volcano has a perfect pyramid shape:  it is like the Matterhorn of Costa Rica.  We also saw more toucans in full flight – it really is strange to see such a large-beaked bird flying so quickly from tree to tree.  I hope to see more wildlife like this during my Costa Rican adventure.

View of Arenal Volcano, from my hotel room in La Fortuna
View of Arenal Volcano, from my hotel room in La Fortuna

The day ended with a demonstration of, and practice in, tortilla making.  After enjoying the results, we sat down to a nice traditional dinner that included…rice and black beans!  Both lunch and dinner also featured homemade chilero, but I have to admit that I preferred the chilero from our first meal in San José.  The next two were much hotter but not as flavourful (or had their flavours obscured by the searing heat!).

Next up:  a day-long tour to a remote wildlife-viewing area near the border with Nicaragua.  There are going to be some great photos, I promise you!

Arrival in Costa Rica

(San José, Costa Rica)

My trip to Costa Rica involved an early morning flight from Toronto, so I decided to stay at an airport hotel the night before. Good thing I did – for the second time this year, my transportation from Kingston to Toronto was stopped. Last time, my train couldn’t proceed beyond Belleville because of an accident on the tracks. This time, my bus broke down and limped as far as Colborne. We waited at the “Big Apple” complex in Colborne for about 2 hours before we were rescued by another bus. While my plans ultimately weren’t impacted, some other people on the bus were really scrambling to get to Toronto. Some of them hired a cab to drive all the way there…about a 2 hour journey.

Fortunately, my trip to Costa Rica was nowhere near as eventful.  I was a little concerned that I only had 67 minutes between flights in Panama City, but the flight from Toronto arrived quite early and I was even able to catch up on some e-mail between flights.

One thing is clear:  both Panama and Costa Rica are considerably warmer than Canada.  It was quite cool when I left Toronto but it is definitely t-shirt/shorts weather now.

View from my hotel room in Costa Rica
View from my hotel room in Costa Rica

I have once again joined a tour group for this trip.  As travel planning fatigue was beginning to set in when I was scheduling my October travel, I was ready to let somebody else take control for this one.  I met my group Saturday evening and it looks like I’ve been fortunate again.  There are only 7 of us in the group and, though we are from 4 different countries, we seem to get along well and have a number of shared interests/perspectives.

For dinner, we went to a typical “soda” (see photo of our group at the top of this post).  A soda is simply a local restaurant featuring Costa Rican food and is usually very reasonably priced.  I had arroz con pollo (rice with chicken) along with a fresh carrot-orange juice.   Including tax and tip, it was about US$8.00.   I also really liked the chilero sauce…it was a perfect combination of heat and flavour.  A bottle of this wondrous condiment apparently shows up on the table of almost every Costa Rican restaurant, so I will be able to do a brief and intense survey of the various brands while I’m here!

Arroz con pollo - the dark dish is a black bean paste
Arroz con pollo – the dark dish is a black bean paste

As much as I enjoyed dinner in San José, the real trip (and the real photography) begins tomorrow.  Most tourists, myself included, are here for the natural beauty of Costa Rica…so tomorrow we head out for La Fortuna and the Arenal Volcano.  We’ll be there for a couple of days, although at this point I don’t think I’ll be able to take part in some of the more “adrenalized” activities.  I recently aggravated a shoulder injury and I’ll have to be careful with it.  That’s OK – even if I can’t zipline this time, there are still plenty of great things to see on foot.

Taking Care of Business in Montréal

(Montréal, Québec, Canada)

One of the attractions of living in Kingston is that it is relatively close to three major Canadian cities:  Toronto, Ottawa and Montréal.  Any of these can be reached by car or train in less than 3 hours…a short commute by Canadian standards.  My wife and I often spend a weekend in one of them:  sometimes the “anchor” is a music or sports event, but sometimes we just feel like visiting a bigger city and don’t have any scheduled events lined up.

Every one of my trips so far this year has been through Toronto, so I jumped at the opportunity to spend some time in Montréal.  This was a weekday trip, as I needed to renew my Swiss passport and the consulate’s hours are somewhat limited.  In fact, it was an overnight trip because I had an early morning appointment at the consulate.  I’m not complaining:  Montréal is a great place to visit! 

One of the big attractions in Montréal is the food.  Kingston has quite a good variety of dining options for a city of its size, but it cannot compare to what’s available in Montréal.  Upon arrival on Tuesday, I had lunch at a vegetarian restaurant called Lola Rosa in the McGill University district.  I’m not strictly vegetarian but I like to visit good vegetarian restaurants.  This one was above average – the presentation of the food was especially good.  I had a vegetarian chili; apparently, the beans were soaked in red wine before cooking.

A bad photo- the top half of my hotel (with foliage) on rue Stanley in Montreal
A bad photo:  an out-of-focus and slanted shot of the top part of my hotel (with bonus foliage and sun glare) on rue Stanley in Montreal

Montréal also has an excellent vinyl record store.  It’s called Aux 33 Tours and I visit it whenever I can.  As I’ve mentioned before in this blog, visiting independent record stores helps me to see urban neighbourhoods that are off the usual tourist trail.  After a couple of hours (!) in the record store and a long walk to and from the Plateau Mont-Royal district, I was ready for a substantial dinner.

Dinner certainly was substantial.  I met a friend for dinner and we went to Le Nil Bleu for Ethiopian cuisine.  Whenever I can introduce friends to Ethiopian food, I do.  What can be more fun than eating spicy and colourful food with your hands?  We ordered the “tasting menu” in order to sample a wide variety of dishes. This particular restaurant was located on rue St.-Denis and was a cut above the usual in terms of comfort and variety.  While it didn’t quite match the awesomeness and good value of Winnipeg’s Massawa restaurant (still my favourite Ethiopian/Eritrean restaurant), it was a very satisfying and tasty meal.

The main course of our "Tasting Menu" at Le Nil Bleu
The main course of our “Tasting Menu” at Le Nil Bleu

After “taking care of business” at the Swiss consulate (see picture at top of this post), I did some more shopping and decided to let fate decide where I would eat.  A couple of years ago, my wife and I enjoyed a great brunch at La Petite Ardoise restaurant in the Mile End district.  Alas, it was closed for renovations this time.  The next place to catch my eye was a humble Venezuelan place called Bocadillo at the corner of boulevard St.-Laurent and avenue du Mont-Royal.  I had Venezuelan-style pulled pork (made with passion fruit) and it was very good.

Pulled Pork - Venezuelan style!
Pulled Pork – Venezuelan style!

While this trip was mostly about music and food, there really is a lot to see in Montréal.  Unfortunately, you aren’t going to see much of it in this posting because I forgot my camera.  I packed “without a list” this time because it was such a short trip…and somehow I overlooked the camera.  I had an iPod with me, but it is designed for “selfies” rather than traditional photography.  I did my best with it but the picture quality isn’t quite up to this blog’s usual standards.  I think I’ll need to visit Montréal again soon in order to properly chronicle the city!

Sightseeing in Bratislava and Budapest

(Budapest, Hungary)

Our visit to Bratislava was extremely short. We arrived on the afternoon of September 10, had a pre-game meal, played the game (see my post on “A Great Game in Bratislava” for details), and celebrated the victory afterwards. We only had a couple of hours on the morning of September 11 to explore the city before heading to Budapest.

It was necessary to take a cab from our hotel to the old town. It was strange to ask the cab driver to take us downtown…but not to any particular place. We didn’t really know where to start and we certainly hadn’t done any research. This went totally against my usual “informed travel” approach but the clock was ticking and we wanted to see part of the city before moving on. We were eventually let off at the edge of a pedestrian-only district that seemed close enough to the old town.

A rainy morning in downtown Bratislava
A rainy morning in downtown Bratislava

The plan was simple: walk around the oldest parts and make sure we found a cab back by 11:00 a.m. The old town of Bratislava is relatively compact (especially if you are not entirely sure where it is) so after about 20 minutes we decided to climb a large hill and visit the castle overlooking the city. Climbing up was no problem and we were able to wander around the castle complex for a while.

Part of Bratislava Castle
Part of Bratislava Castle

We decided to descend the castle hill on the other side.  Surely there would be a second way down?  Alas, we encountered one dead-end after another and the timing situation was becoming more urgent.  Finally, we managed to find our way out…but were amazed at how few taxis were roaming Bratislava on this increasingly rainy morning.  Just as the situation became critical (and drenched), we found a taxi stand and rushed back to our hotel.  Yes, this probably could have been avoided with a little research, or even a map.  Intuition is great…when it works.

Changing of the Guard - Budapest, Hungary
Changing of the Guard in front of the Presidential Palace – Buda Castle (Budapest, Hungary)

We had more time in Budapest.  Our hockey game (see “Hockey Night in Budapest” post) took place shortly after arrival on the 11th but we had all of September 12 to ourselves.  I made sure I had a map before setting out; even though I had been here for 3 days in 1991, I was taking no chances.  I also was expecting a lot of changes, as 1991 was still very early in Hungary’s evolution from a one-party system.  I can still recall seeing eastbound trains loaded with Soviet tanks:  it was the winding-up of an empire.

Budapest, Hungary
Parliament Building in Budapest, Hungary

The main tourist areas had certainly been developed in the intervening 23 years:  it was as if a thick layer of dust had been blown off the downtown area.  The views along the Danube (see photo at top of this post) were also as spectacular as ever; it was not hard to see that Budapest flourished during the glory years of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.  But when I wandered into the less-touristed areas, it looked like the city was still recovering from those 40 years of post-war stagnation.

Fun in downtown Budapest
Fun in downtown Budapest

Our group reconvened that evening for a final dinner.  Our Hungarian hockey hosts recommended a French-influenced restaurant some distance west of downtown.  I think the best description would be “rustic elegance”:  it reminded me of the upscale cellar restaurants you often find in the German-speaking countries.  Although rather expensive, I couldn’t find fault with the food or the very professional service.  Even so, it would be difficult to eat like this on a regular basis.

My main course at dinner:  goose breast with caramelized apple and bliny
My main course at dinner: goose breast with caramelized apple and bliny

When we returned to the hotel, the adrenaline had finally subsided and I was completely drained.  This didn’t really come as a surprise: in barely a week, we had played 10 games in 4 countries and also managed to incorporate a lot of sightseeing.  It had been an awesome trip with many special experiences…but I was also ready to return home and slow things down a little bit.

Coming up:  some more photos of Budapest and some thoughts on Canada’s image abroad.

Hockey Night in Budapest

(Budapest, Hungary)

While interest in hockey is surging in Hungary, it has not historically been a hockey power.  There are still only a couple of thousand registered players and, since 1939, it has been in the top group at the world championships only once.  As a result, we had the rare opportunity to experience “grass roots” hockey in Budapest.

Ice is at a premium here, as demand exceeds supply.  The only venue available was a relatively temporary facility – the ice was hard and fast but there were no facilities in the arena itself (see photo at top of this post).  The dressing rooms were located in a nearby building that appeared to be built in support of the surrounding track, tennis and soccer facilities.  To get to the arena, we had to walk down a sidewalk and over a bridge.  The route was padded so it was really no problem.

Happy to be playing hockey in Hungary!
Happy to be playing hockey in Hungary!

Once again, the welcome was warm.  All sorts of beverages were laid out for us in the dressing room and you could tell that the Hungarians were thrilled to have us there.   The arena was even named after Canada and the minor hockey program featured “Canada – Hungary” uniforms.

Our opponents (Szigeti Bikák Old Boys) wore Hungarian national team jerseys and warmed up with intensity.  Their top defenceman (#4) looked like he had played hockey at a very high level in the past.  As in Bratislava, the national anthems were played before the game began.  It was a bittersweet moment, as it was great to wear the Team Canada uniform and hear the national anthem one more time…but we also knew that this was the last game on our hockey tour.

Preparing for a key faceoff outside the Hungarian blue line.
Preparing for a key faceoff outside the Hungarian blue line.

Alas, any sentimental thoughts were quickly forgotten once the puck was dropped.  Hungary clearly wanted to put up a strong performance and they were playing with much more determination than the last couple of teams we faced.  Just because the arena was named after Canada didn’t mean that Hungary wanted us to win!  As facilities are limited, I also suspect that anybody who plays hockey in Hungary must necessarily be very serious about it.

The goals went back and forth all night.  While Team Canada had a full line-up for this final game, almost everybody was nursing an injury of some sort.  As a result, when Hungary took a 5-4 lead into the final minutes of the game, it looked like our flawless post-Czech Republic record was in jeopardy.

Oh no!  Time to backcheck!
Oh no! Time to backcheck!

Of course, Canadians don’t like to quit either and we were determined to get the tying goal.  And so, with only 50 seconds left, we gained control of the puck in the Hungarian end.  The puck was passed to one of our injured defencemen who, due to injury, had been having trouble putting any weight on one of his skates.  While it must have been very painful for him, he took a quick snapshot from the point and found the top corner of the Hungarian net.  Goal!

The final seconds of regulation time failed to produce a winner.  It was decided that the tie would be broken by penalty shots.  This sounded good for our injured players, but there was another problem.  Our goalie, having been such a pillar of strength throughout the tour, was suffering from a groin injury and found it hard to move from side to side (or even to stand up, once he was down on the ice).  You could see him struggle to lift himself up after every save.

The play is whistled down after the Hungarian goalkeeper caught my shot from the left wing
The play is whistled down after the Hungarian goalkeeper caught my shot from the left wing

After the initial three shooters for each team, the score was still tied.  However, our fourth shooter scored and the Hungarians now had to score or lose the game.  The Hungarian shooter tried to deke our goalie but failed to lift the puck above our goalkeeper’s outstretched leg.  Victory for Canada!

There was nothing left in the tank.  The hockey portion of our tour was amazing but I don’t think we could have played another game.  I think we were all glad that no hockey had been scheduled for our final full day in Budapest.

Both teams met afterwards at a nearby restaurant for an all-you-can-eat buffet.  As it was now past 10:00 p.m. and I hadn’t eaten since the early afternoon, I was quite happy to “eat all I could”.  There were some speeches and it was clear that each team had a great amount of respect for the other.  Like every other country on  this tour, Hungary showed that Canada occupies a special place in the hockey world.  Hockey can be a fast and tough game but it is still possible to play with respect and dignity.  There is definitely something to be said for hockey diplomacy!

A Great Game in Bratislava (and a little bit about Krakow)

(Bratislava, Slovakia)

The massive hilltop Wawel Castle in Krakow is a common destination for tourists in Poland. It was originally built in the 14th century and was repeatedly expanded over the years as it hosted a long succession of Polish rulers.  Because of our extremely tight schedule, it was not possible to visit the entire complex or even all parts of the buildings that we did visit.  However, we did at least get a flavour of Polish history and the vast area covered by Poland and Lithuania in the past.

Part of the Wawel Castle complex (Krakow, Poland)
Part of the Wawel Castle complex (Krakow, Poland)

Time constraints also forced us to eat on the run…but, in this case, we happily stumbled upon a take-out restaurant that served up the kind of Polish specialties that I had been hoping to find.  The sausage looked tempting but I opted for bigos (a tasty cabbage-based hunter’s stew with all kinds of interesting ingredients) instead.

Bigos in Krakow, Poland
Bigos in Krakow, Poland

From Poland, we moved on to Bratislava, Slovakia.  I think the hockey game in Bratislava was probably my favourite of the tour, with the Budapest game (details in a future post) being an extremely close second.  Some of our players had played the Slovak team last year at a tournament in Germany but were soundly defeated and it was apparently quite discouraging.  This year’s game was only a friendly match but some of our players were very motivated to improve on the outcome from last year.

Even without that backdrop, however, this game was still something special.  We were playing at Bratislava’s impressive Zimný štadión Ondreja Nepelu, also known as the Slovnaft Arena (see photo at top of this posting).  It was completely rebuilt for the 2011 IIHF World Championships and accommodates more than 10,000 spectators.   It is state-of-the-art in every respect and is the home arena of HK Slovan Bratislava, who play in the KHL (the second best hockey league in the world).

Our hotel in Tychy, Poland
Our hotel in Tychy, Poland

We arrived at the player entrance and were astonished by the spacious and extensively equipped dressing rooms.  Our hosts also provided us with plenty of beverages and souvenirs.  On the Olympic-sized ice, the game was preceded by the Canadian and Slovakian national anthems.  It was really special to hear “O Canada” while wearing a Team Canada jersey – even though this technically wasn’t a national team, we did have players from B.C. to Newfoundland on our roster.  I now have some idea what it must feel like to appear for Canada at the Olympics or World Championships.   With music blaring between whistles and a high-tech LED scoreboard, we really felt like we were in “the big time”.

While it is hard to pinpoint the exact reason, I think I played my best game of the tour in Bratislava.  The wide-open ice, the “spectacle”, the emotion of this long-awaited rematch…everything seemed to feel right.  Time seemed to slow down just a little bit and I felt like I was in total control of my game.  Maybe, in some parallel universe, this was where I was meant to play hockey?

Nearing the top of Wawel Hill and the entrance to Wawel Castle (Krakow, Poland)
Nearing the top of Wawel Hill and the entrance to Wawel Castle (Krakow, Poland)

There were also some interesting Slovak touches to the game:  everybody who scored was immediately and ceremoniously rewarded with a shot of a blueberry beverage of unknown local origin.    As the game went on, the “rewards” were expanded to players who earned assists or just looked like they might need a “reward”.  Another great thing about the game is that I don’t recall any cheapshots or animosity between the teams.  Everybody did their best but it wasn’t at the expense of anybody else.

As for the result:  Bratislava looked formidable in the warm-up and two players in particular (#66 and #69) were clearly very strong.  We scored a couple of early goals but Bratislava roared back and the situation began to look dire as several of our players succumbed to (accidental) injuries.  It seemed like just a matter of time before Bratislava’s star players would “turn it up a notch” and ensure victory for the Slovak team.  We rose to the challenge, however, and eventually prevailed by an 8-5 margin.   More so than in any previous game, we seemed to really click as a team.  It also didn’t hurt that our goalkeeper continued his run of stellar games!

The bus that took us around Eastern Europe
The bus that took us around Eastern Europe

After the game, we didn’t feel like leaving the ice.  We wanted the moment to last just a little bit longer!  As the arena staff wasn’t too pushy about us leaving the ice, we took lots of team pictures to commemorate the game.  I hope to be able to share some of these in a future post.

While this was a great night, there is still much more to come.  Future posts will include a little bit about Bratislava itself…and the exciting end of the tour in Budapest, Hungary!

Auschwitz: Unimaginable Evil

(Tychy, Poland)

On September 9, we went to the Auschwitz concentration camps from World War II.  Auschwitz is the German name for the Polish town of Oświęcim; the town still exists a short distance from the camps.  We visited the two main sites:  Auschwitz I and the much larger Auschwitz II (Birkenau). There was also a smaller Auschwitz III and some satellite camps nearby.

This was a very difficult experience.  At first it looks almost pastoral and the barbed wire isn’t even that conspicuous.  But once the story starts rolling, you quickly get a very sick feeling in your stomach.  The feeling doesn’t let up either:  as bad as Auschwitz I was, Auschwitz II-Birkenau took the horror to an even higher level.

Watchtower and electric fence at Auschwitz I.
Watchtower and barbed-wire electric fence at Auschwitz I.

The Nazis cleared out all local residents in an area of 40 square kilometers around the camps.  This made it possible to carry on atrocities without local knowledge.  There was all kinds of misinformation:  the sign above the entrance to Auschwitz I says Arbeit macht frei, which can be translated as “work will set you free”.  This was only the beginning of the massive deception.

It is impossible to capture the overwhelming evil in a single blog posting and I am concerned that this brief narrative will not paint a complete picture.  However, I still think it is important to describe some of what I saw.

Execution wall at Auschwitz I.  About 5,000 people were executed here.
Execution wall at Auschwitz I. About 5,000 people were executed here.

80% of people who arrived at Auschwitz (primarily Jews, but also including other groups who were unacceptable to the Nazis) by train were immediately sent to “showers”…which turned out to gas chambers that would kill them within minutes of entering.  They had no idea what was coming:  people brought their most valuable possessions to the camp and expected to be getting a job the next day.  The remainder were put to hard labour without sufficient food and most died a horrible death through starvation, disease, medical experiments or execution.

It is estimated that 1.1 million people were killed at Auschwitz.  The actual number is impossible to confirm because so many were killed upon arrival.  During mid-1944, at Auschwitz alone, the Nazis were killing in excess of 5,000 people every single day.  The sites were designed for utmost efficiency:  the gas chambers were right beside the crematoria.

Our group enters the gas chambers/crematorium.  Out of respect to those who perished here, no photos can be taken inside.
Our group enters a gas chamber/crematorium. Out of respect to those who perished here, no photos can be taken inside.

We actually walked through the gas chambers and crematorium at Auschwitz I where thousands and thousands of people were murdered.   It is very difficult to put into words what it felt like to be in that place.  If you can imagine the most haunted building and the most sickening feeling you can remember, and then wonder what could possibly have motivated people to be so evil and commit such heinous acts of mass murder…that combination would begin to describe what we all felt.

Auschwitz was not the only concentration camp.  When you include the other Nazi camps, the numbers (it is estimated that 6 million Jews were murdered by the Nazis) are even more incomprehensible.  It was a continent-wide assembly line of death.

A tiny fraction of the shoes taken from children who were murdered at Auschwitz I
A tiny fraction of the shoes taken from children who were murdered at Auschwitz I

We walked by some “inventories”:   huge displays of property confiscated from the camp residents that had not yet been put to use by the Nazis by 1945.  The sheer volume was astonishing but the worst was the hair:  the Nazis sheared the residents and used all of the hair to make garments and other “knits”.  We saw a display case that was about 40 metres long, several metres high and several metres deep…still filled with human hair that had not yet been converted to another use before the camp was finally liberated.

The railway line leading into Auschwitz II (Birkenau)
The railway line leading into Auschwitz II (Birkenau)

We also saw the main “receiving centre” at Birkenau (see photo at the top of this posting).  Here, new arrivals by train would be assessed in a split second by a Nazi doctor.  If he pointed left (which happened almost all of the time, especially if you were a child, female, elderly, or disabled), you would be dead that day.  If he pointed right, you were deemed fit for labour…but you would almost certainly die within weeks or months.  Death could come from starvation, execution, gassing, disease, or even the rats who infested the lower bunks.

Miserable housing at Birkenau.  5 people per bed, in this totally uninsulated and vermin-infested horse barn.
Miserable housing at Birkenau:  5 people per bed, in this totally uninsulated and vermin-infested horse barn.

There is so much more that could be said.  So much humiliation and inhumanity…and that was for those who survived the initial culling.  In addition, the survivors would smell the furnaces from the crematoria that were burning each and every day.  I won’t discuss the medical experiments that were performed on the camp residents.  I think the only thing that saved me from being physically ill was the fact that we did not see the video that most people watch upon arrival at Auschwitz.  It contains footage taken by the Red Army when Auschwitz was liberated in early 1945.  I have seen snippets of this footage in the past and the condition of the surviving prisoners is extremely disturbing.

Exterior of the building shown in the previous photo (Auschwitz II - Birkenau)
Exterior of the building shown in the previous photo (Auschwitz II – Birkenau)

If you have the opportunity to visit a concentration camp like Auschwitz, you should give it serious consideration even though it is by no means “enjoyable”.  It will have a profound effect on you and it will be impossible to view the world in quite the same way afterwards.