Thursday, October 29, 2015

Indianapolis – The Crossroads of America

It had been quite some time since I was last sent on the road for work, so it was crossing my mind to fly in a couple days early to check Indianapolis out.  If you've never been, then Indianapolis is literally located right in the heart of America.

Indianapolis Motor Speedway
It’s your typical Midwest American city – one that had previously thrived on the yesteryears of the Manufacturing boom only to have bottomed out and try to find itself again.  Pittsburgh is a classic example, but I digress.  Here are five quick facts about Indianapolis if you plan to visit.

(1.)   It has a thriving Sports scene.
Indianapolis is world renowned for its annual Indy 500 race every Memorial Day Weekend, but did you know that it also has two professional sports teams (Indianapolis Colts and the Indianapolis Pacers), hosted several significant sports events (Super Bowl XLVI, 2002 FIBA World Basketball), and is home to the NCAA – America’s top Collegiate sports governing body?

Al Unser's 1972 Parnelli Indy Car
In addition to this, Indianapolis has a thriving cycling and soap box derby community.  The Monon Trail allows for many locals and tourists to run, cycle or walk along a former train track that goes right through the heart of the city.

(2.)   International Art & Culture play a big part in the local economy.
More than 150 international and cultural associations can be found in this Midwestern city as surprising as it may seem.  Throughout the course of the year, visitors can expect such exciting events as Irish Fest, the Chinese Festival, Oktoberfest, Fiesta, and the annual International Violin Competition, which attracts over 165 applications from 32 countries.

Even former Pop Stars tour Indianapolis!
Furthermore, if you fancy the local food markets, then check out the International Marketplace on the west end where more than 70 languages are spoken and the variety of ethnic restaurants and grocery stores are plentiful!

(3.)  It’s the “Education Capital of America.”
With more than 40+ Colleges and Universities located across Indiana, Indianapolis is one of the largest Colleges towns within the country.  Calling it the “Education Capital of America” might be over exaggerating a little I admit, but with over 20,000 foreign students attending Indiana’s Higher Education institutions, and with over 200 languages being spoke across the Indianapolis Public School District, it is safe to say the Indy is one of the fastest growing Education markets in America.

Hostel Indy 
(4.)   #1 Place in America for Foreign Business Investment
Indiana currently ranks #1 in North America for attracting production jobs through foreign direct investment.  It has more than 500 foreign companies representing 36 different countries, such as Bayer (Germany), Rolls Royce (Great Britain), and Roche Diagnostics (Switzerland).

Flying to Indy via Chicago's O'Hare International Airport
Locally-based Eli Lilly & Co. employees more than 20,000 employees worldwide and more than 50% of locally-based Dow AgroScience’s revenue comes from outside the United States.

(5.)  Indianapolis has 8 Sister Cities.
As with every major city in the world, Indianapolis has its fair share of “Sister Cities” to cross-promote cultural understanding and tourism.  As of October 2015, Indianapolis has 8 Sister Cities:  Taipei (Taiwan), Cologne (Germany), Piran (Slovenia), Hangzhou (China), Campinas (Brazil), Northamptonshire County (United Kingdom), and Hyderabad (India).

Downtown Indianapolis
As I sit here at my hotel desk reflecting on my past few days here in Indianapolis, I must say that I am more impressed than I thought I would be about this city and by the people that I have met here.  It is super clean, super friendly, and revitalization of Indy has been taking off a lot in the past 10 years from what I have been hearing talking with the locals.  But, I will save those stories later for another day as I must get ready to head back home soon.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Weech's Travel Map

There is a viral hit making its rounds on the Internet where people can "map out" the places that have visited in the World.  You can get your own travel map from Matador Network, but in the meantime, here are the "countries" that I have set foot on in my lifetime.

Ray’s Travel Map


Ray has been to: Argentina, Austria, Belize, Brazil, Canada, Cuba, Dominican Republic, France, Germany, Greece, Guatemala, Haiti, Italy, Jamaica, Liechtenstein, Mexico, Monaco, Netherlands Antilles, Paraguay, Peru, Puerto Rico, Saint Martin, Sint Maarten, Switzerland, U.S. Virgin Islands, United States.

How many countries have you been to?  Which ones?

Monday, September 22, 2014

Tasty Travels - Casa do João

Our group had one more night in Bonito before making an early morning trek to the Pantanal, the World’s largest wetland system, where we would be staying at a remote ranch for the next two days.  We decided to celebrate our last night in civilization by eating at Casa do João, one of Bonito’s oldest restaurants whose specialty is Traíra, a type of predatory fish found in Brazil.

The History
Casa do João was originally a wooden colonial house in the middle of a large field surrounded by many animals and an orchard of exotic fruits.  It was a popular place for family gatherings and entertaining friends.  As a result, João came up with the idea of opening his home to locals by adding a bar and offering traíra, which is a predatory fish found in the Amazon, and extremely difficult to de-bone.

Casa do João's Main Bar
As the popularity of the restaurant grew, so too, did the need to expand!  Everything that you see at Casa do João – from the veranda to furniture – is made from recycled wood.  The materials used at this restaurant come from old forest fires, fallen trees, disused corrals, and abandoned houses.  Casa do João is by far the most eco-friendly restaurant that I have ever eaten in.  Today, several of João’s children and friends help run Casa do João.  Many of their positions range anywhere from cooking to hosting to running the souvenir shop next door.

The Location
Casa do João is located a couple of blocks away from the town square of Bonito at Nelson Felicio 664A.  It’s about a 15 – 20 minute walk from Muito Bonito Hotel where we were staying, and not the easiest place to find if you are unfamiliar with the side streets in town.  To get there, you will head down Rua Coronel Pilad Rebuá until you pass Taboa Bar. At the next intersection, you will make a left down Rua Sen. Filinto Müller and keep walking straight for the next two blocks until you pass Rua Vinte e Quatro de Fevereiro.  You will see the sign for Casa do João on your right-hand side.

Busy night at Casa do João's
The Menu
Casa do João is renowned for its fish platters.  If fish doesn’t tickle your fancy, then you can also try their filet mignon or grilled chicken options.  Side dishes include items such as potato wedges, sautéed potatoes, white rice, cheese, and fish sauce.  All of these extra items come with a charge between $5 - $9 Reais ($2.50 - $4.50 US).  You can also order different broths for appetizers, such as soups and salads.  I tried piranha broth, which came with Parmesan cheese, spring onions, and croutons, for about $17 Reais ($8.50 US).

Piranha Broth
The house speciality is traíra, which is a predatory fish found in the Amazon, and extremely difficult to de-bone.  Of course, I ordered a plate for myself, which comes with rice, fresh salad, traíra pirão (famous fish sauce), and a special home-made sauce for about $30 Reais ($15 US).

Traíra wasn’t originally my first menu choice as I had initially wanted to order some caiman.  But, since caiman were out of season at the time, I opted for traíra instead.  You can also order other exotic fish entrées, such as pirarucu, pacu, tilapia, and pirarara.

Traíra for One!
Dessert options include ice cream, homemade sweets, local fruits, cakes, and mousse.  Drink options range anywhere from liquor to beer to pop to caipirinhas to wine to coffee.

Armazém do João
Armazém do João is the gift shop next to the restaurant.  Here you can find all sorts of handicrafts, artworks, and small trinkets to bring home for souvenirs.  I bought a few fridge magnets myself.  The gift shop is definitely worth a quick visit!

Armazém do João
Overall, I have to admit that I was very impressed with Casa do João.  From the ambiance to the architecture, this place has a very relaxing, romantic vibe to it.  The portion sizes of their entrées are ridiculously huge, so you get fair value for what you paid for.  My only two minor complaints from dinner was having to wait over a half hour for my piranha broth and not being able to try caiman.  Otherwise, I would recommend checking out Casa do João while you are in Bonito.  The traíra is well worth it!

Casa do João
Casa do João
Address:  R. Cel. Nelson Felício dos Santos, 664 - Centro, Bonito - MS, 79290-000, Brazil
Hours:  Thursday – Tuesday from 6pm to 11pm
Phone: +55 67 3255-1212

Monday, July 7, 2014

World Cup & Nearly Bust!

It was Friday the 13th, and the day had already gone off to a bad start.  Nearly packed, and ready to head out the door, I realized that I had no battery charger for my waterproof camera.  I had bought it to take some great snorkeling shots in Bonito, as well as some beach shots around Copacabana.  Instead of leaving to meet my Girlfriend, I had to wait a couple of hours for the nearest photography store to open so I could get a charger for the trip.

After I got the charger, I had realized that I had left Kooks’ neck pillow in my condo.  It was going to be a long trip – Toronto to New York City to Sao Paolo to Rio – over the next 24 hours, so a neck pillow would at least make the overnight flight somewhat bearable for her and for me as well as I wouldn't have to hear about her sore neck along the way.

World Cup of Bust!
Finally I was en route to Kooks’ house where we got a cab together to the airport.  Thinking everything was going to be smooth sailing from this point on, I relaxed in the back of the cab while Kooks talked to the driver about our Brazil trip.  My relaxation was short-lived as the car in the lane next to us nearly plowed into the back of a transport truck before almost cutting off our cab driver.  Surely this was the sign of bad things to come as my gut feeling was telling me.

We arrived at the airport on time albeit a bit perturbed about the bad omens that we experienced this morning.  Checked in and ready to go, we made our way to our gate waiting in anticipation for our flight to New York City for 3pm that afternoon.

At first, the ladies at the gate reassured us that our flight was still scheduled to leave on time.  Then they said there was a “slight delay” due to inclement weather, but nothing to worry too much about.  15 minutes passed.  Then 30 minutes.  Then an hour before finally the dreaded announcement was made by Air Canada that our flight was cancelled due to the weather in New York City.

Kooks and I were just a couple of passengers out of 20 or so all heading off to Brazil for the World Cup - most who were expected to attend matches in less than 48 hours.  The lady from Air Canada told our disgruntled group that due to the cancellation of our flight, we had to head to baggage claim, grab our luggage at Carousel 11, and re-check in with Air Canada for alternate flights.

Sounds easy enough, right?  Yes, but some things are easier said than done.  What we didn't expect in this situation was the gross mismanagement of communications between the Air Canada employees at the gate check in and baggage claim!

Before our flight was cancelled
While we were told that we had to go to baggage claim to grab our luggage and re-check in, what the gate staff failed to mention is that we would still be required to fill out forms for Canadian customs.  Rather than mention that to us, our Air Canada rep just opened the door that would lead us to Customs and baggage claims and just told us “to follow the signs.”

We were all in a rush to get our luggage and find alternate flights to Brazil, so for us to be asked to fill out forms for Canadian customs was both surprising and disgusting given we hadn't even left the airport let alone the country!  Air Canada should have had the decency to let us know about this policy.

After wasting another 10 minutes filling out forms and checking through customs, we all arrived at Carousel 11 with no sign of our luggage anywhere.  There was no one at Air Canada, either, to direct us or give us more information about the whereabouts of our luggage.  There were, however, three guys from Air Canada baggage claims a few carousels over sitting at their booth doing absolutely nothing.

We sat and waited for our luggage.  15 minutes passed.  Then 30 minutes.  Then an hour passed before everyone’s patience began to wear thin while two other flights had arrived to Toronto and picked up their luggage at Carousel 11 during this time.  Where the fuck was our luggage?

Extremely agitated at this point by the lack of direction and customer service by Air Canada, I headed towards the three Air Canada baggage claims representatives to find out the status of the missing suitcases along with a couple other passengers on my flight.  The head of the group had told us that “no one had told them that our flight was cancelled nor that they were to put the bags on Carousel 11.”   Bullshit!  They all had walkie-talkies on them, so they had the means to communicate with the gate staff who cancelled our flight.

Not a happy Air Canada customer!
As we stood there in utter disgust and disbelief, I clearly heard a person on the other end of the walkie-talkie tell the baggage claim staff that they were supposed to have our luggage on Carousel 11 over an hour ago and that it was sitting on our airplane.  What the fuck?  You are telling me for the past hour while these three buffoons stood here doing nothing, our luggage was just sitting on the plane?  Un-fucking-believable!

Caught with their tail between their legs, the baggage claims staff quickly called in the rest of their team to get our luggage onto Carousel 11 as soon as possible.  Within minutes, our luggage appeared on the conveyor belt.  Everyone’s luggage that is, except for Kook’s!  Seriously, Air Canada?!?!

After not seeing Kook’s backpack on the conveyor belt, I went back to baggage claims extremely pissed off at this point wondering what the fuck these guys were getting paid for and how the hell they could lose a backpack on an airplane that hadn't even left the tarmac?  A few minutes later, Kooks’ bag finally showed up on the belt, so we scrambled to grab it quickly and go back to Air Canada to check into another flight.

As we got to the second floor of the airport, I used the grey customer service phones that Air Canada had directed us to use to re-route our flights.  This was the only bit of information Air Canada gave us that was actually correct surprisingly enough!

Unfortunately, the passengers on our flight had already been on the phone with Air Canada reservations for more than 15 minutes at this point getting nowhere with them, so the prognosis was not looking too good at this point getting the next available flight to Brazil.

Dinner compliments of Air Canada
After being on hold for what seemed like an eternity, the Reservations Agent on the other end had the gall to tell me the next available flight to New York City would be the following day at 4pm afternoon.  You read that correctly!  She was trying to get me to re-book the same flight route to Rio 24 hours later.  “Unacceptable,” I said as we were to be in Rio Saturday afternoon to meet up with the rest of our tour group.  Had we gone with this flight, we would have been in Rio two days later when our tour group would already have been in Curitiba by that time!

Nearly a half hour later with this Agent, I finally asked her if there were any flights that could get us to Sao Paolo for the next morning in order for us to make our connecting flight to Rio.  “Well, there is a direct flight from Toronto to Sao Paolo that we have.  Oh, but that departs in 30 minutes, so you can’t book that now!”

Really?  You knew I was originally booked with Air Canada to have a flight from Toronto to New York City and then switch with your partner, TAM Airlines, to go from New York City to Sao Paolo then Sao Paolo to Rio for the past 30 minutes only to tell me just now that you had a direct flight from Toronto to Sao Paolo?  Making the situation even worse was the fact that she admitted to me that this flight was leaving with 10 available seats!  This would have covered all the passengers on our flight who were going from Toronto to New York City to Sao Paolo, including Kooks and I!

Accepting that we were going to miss out on our first day of the tour, a hotel that we already paid for with this tour package, and a flight that we had already paid for to get us from Rio to Curitiba on the second day of the trip, I had asked the Reservations agent if there was any way possible that she could re-route us to Sao Paolo and then take a flight from Sao Paolo to Curitiba instead of Rio so we could meet up with our tour group there.

“Well, actually there is.  We can send you to Mexico City tonight, comp you for a hotel room since Air Canada is at fault here, and then have you in Sao Paolo Sunday morning where we would then re-route you to Curitiba instead,” she said excitedly.

A slight "detour" through Mexico
“Alright, we will take that,” I said while Kooks was busy calling our tour company, G Adventures, about the dilemma we had getting to Rio in time for this trip.  “How do we get comped for this hotel in Mexico City then?”

“Well, Sir.  I am not really sure how that will work.  You will have to speak with our Guest Services team in Mexico City once you land in the airport.”

“Alright, thanks for your help!” I had sighed in frustration and relief that our nightmare experience with Air Canada was nearly over.  Or so we thought.  What we didn't realize at the time was that this was only the beginning of further problems to come with Air Canada.

Friday, March 7, 2014

An Unlikely Friendship

“We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation.” ― Paulo Coelho

It was an early Monday morning in mid-August and I had a few hours to kill in downtown Atlanta waiting for some of my co-workers to arrive in town.  The plan was to meet at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport and then take make the 90 minute drive Northeast to Georgia's High Country region for our Sales retreat.

Sweet Auburn was only a 20 minute walk north-east of my hotel, so I thought I would pay my respects by visiting Dr. Martin Luther King’s birthplace.  Martin Luther King’s vision for a greater America – one that would let all people of colour have equal opportunity – had come a long way since the Civil Rights Movement era as Barack Obama was already 8 months into his first term as the first Black President by the time I had visited Atlanta.

Fairlie-Poplar District
Casually walking by the Fairlie-Poplar Historic District along the way, I decided to stop at one point to take a photo of this beautiful tree-lined side street and the surrounding area.  It was here when a homeless man approached me to ask if I would like my photo taken.  Slightly confused at first, I agreed and allowed him to take my picture.  Normally I do not interact with homeless people – let alone allow any of them to take my photo with my camera – but my gut instinct said he was harmless and someone I could trust.

He was a middle-aged, portly black man not much taller than me with a bit of a beer gut and a ball cap wearing a bright blue t-shirt, slightly dirty blue jeans, and a knapsack.  I could tell right away that he hadn't been living on the street for very long – maybe for a few days or even a week.  His physical appearance gave off this positive vibe.

Underground Atlanta

After taking my picture and exchanging pleasantries, he asked me what I was up this morning.  “I'm actually waiting for some co-workers to arrive around noon before we head off to our retreat, so I wanted to check out downtown for a bit.”

He offered to be my tour guide for the next couple of hours and show me around, including Sweet Auburn.  “Look, I can either beg you for some change or I can earn my keep and do some work to earn it.”  He had a point.


Georgia State Capitol
Before we headed off to Sweet Auburn, he took me to a few nearby attractions, including Underground Atlanta and the State Capitol building.  During this time, he shared his life story with me.  Divorced with a couple of grown children with one heading off to College soon, he was a successful blue collared worker some 15 odd years ago.  But, his marriage fell apart when he caught his wife cheating on him with his Best friend. 

Devastated, he turned to booze to numb the pain.  As with any alcoholic, his drinking became unmanageable and he ended up losing his job and home while bouncing between shelters since then.

“Do you still keep in contact with your family at all?”

“Oh yes, I do.  In fact, they have even offered to take me into their home,” he replied.

“Well, why don’t you just go and stay with them and get off the streets for good?”

“Look, I appreciate their offer.  But, I got myself in this mess and I am determined to get myself out of it one way or another.  I want to be successful again on my own terms.”

It was a bit crazy that he refused the support, but I was in no place to judge here as he was taking accountability for his own mistakes and working hard to make up for them.


Sweet Auburn
We continued making small talk by the time we entered Sweet Auburn.  My first impressions of the area were negative.  A run down, poor neighbourhood stuck in the oppressive 1960s contrasted the dominating downtown skyline only a few blocks away behind us.  It was mind-boggling to see boarded up restaurants and questionable characters roaming around the streets here.

 “Relax, nothing’s going to happen to you.  They know you are here with me, so they’ll leave us alone.”

Not realizing my inner turmoil was showing on my face, I was embarrassed by that comment, but proceeded to walk further into Sweet Auburn.

Contrast between Sweet Auburn & Downtown Atlanta
It was only a few more blocks before the old, rusted Ebenezer Baptist Church sign appeared before us.  We had arrived at the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site.

Here at the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site, visitors can take a look at the historical Ebenezer Baptist Church where Dr. King gave sermons as a Pastor although it was in the process of being restored while we there.  The current Ebenezer Baptist Church sits right across the street to accommodate an ever-growing congregation in the years following Dr. King's death.

Beside the current church is the Visitor Center dedicated to the life and accomplishment of Dr. King.  Even though we may have had a few stares at our direction by the other visitors in the Center, I was too oblivious to notice or even care as the homeless man and I engaged in serious discussion about the Civil Rights Movement.  Appearances aside, I was dealing with an articulate and intelligent man here and it clearly showed.

Ebenezer Baptist Church
After giving me as much time as I needed at the Center to read up on Dr. King’s accomplishments, we proceeded to head further East another block along Auburn Avenue before we arrived at Dr. King’s birthplace.  We paused for a few moments as there was a tour going on and we were listening in on the conversation.  I snapped a few photos here before deciding that we needed to head back towards my hotel as it was getting close to noon.  Before we did, though, we stopped by Dr. King’s tomb to pay our last respects.

At the end of the tour, I gave my thanks and sincere appreciation to the man who became more of a fatherly figure to me in the end.  Of course, I gave him some money for his troubles, which he said would be used to stay at the nearby homeless shelter.  Although I had my suspicions, I fought my cynicism as it was his choice to do whatever he pleased with that money.  He earned it after all.

Dr. Martin Luther King's Tomb
Before we said our goodbyes, I gave the man some words of encouragement and hope for getting his life back on track.  “Next time I am in Atlanta, I hope I can look you up online and see that you are doing more tours of downtown Atlanta,” I said to him because he had the gift of the gab and was extremely bright.  He just chuckled and said thanks.

I wish I had written his name down because I no longer remember it.  If I had the choice, I would call him Joe – as in the “Average Joe” – because he really taught me that you can’t  judge people by the way they look, including the homeless.  For all we know, we too can experience some unexpected hardships in our lives one day and have the same fate as Joe. 


Thanks, "Joe!"
But, Joe also showed me what humility and self-determination is all about in his quest to get himself back up on his feet.  It seemed symbolic that these lessons about prejudice were taught to me in Dr. King’s own backyard.  Joe, if you ever stumble upon this blog one day, thank you.  I pray that you have gotten your life back on track.