So what's important to know about New Orleans?
First of all, the things that tourists have always loved about the city are still there-- almost totally (from a physical standpoint) unaffected by Katrina: the Garden District and the French Quarter. True, the eastern portion of the city (that closest to Lake Pochartrain) was--and is still--devastated by the hurricane. And true, a lot of the people of New Orleans have undergone a diaspora--a dispersion to other parts of the country. And true, there are not enough cops in the city; the crime rate in certain categories has increased. But the typical tourist is not even aware of these things.
What is really important to know about New Orleans is that it represents a way of life: music, good food, and an environment that encourages the creative spirit. It is not Disneyland, but it is a cultural gem to be savored. Try the crawfish pie; try a Mufalatto sandwich; listen to the street musicians; savor the Mississippi River; go to a bar where a New Orleans jazz band is playing; enjoy Jazzfest; enjoy the Noise Parade; be entranced by the museums and art galleries; try the coffee and beignets at Cafe Du Monde; listen to the steam calliope from the paddle wheeler Natchez.
If you want to get the pulse of New Orleans--warts and all--subscribe to these two podcasts:
Blogging New Orleans: podcast.bloggingneworleans.com/rss.xml
and
New Orleans Podcasting: neworleanspodcasting.com/rss/NewOrleansPodcasting.xml
Sunday, April 29, 2007
New Orleans: Port of Embarkation
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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Introduction to Our Western Caribbean Cruise
The above video is of the embarkation of our ship, the Grandeur of the Seas. In the coming days, I will have posts describing and critiquing this cruise.
We left the port of New Orleans on March 3, 2007. This was a Western Caribbean cruise with stops on Grand Cayman, Cozumel, and Costa Maya. The cruise line was Royal Caribbean.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Diving for Goats, St. Thomas: Part Three
BE SURE TO READ PARTS 2 AND 3 FIRST
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Here was a scene with faint echoes of Jules Verne. Like the diving suits hanging from the walls of the Nautilus, our equipment was lined up on a rectangular wall. We backed into our equipment; it was placed on us by the employees and adjusted. The walk across the beach and into the water was awkward, to say the least. Movement, of course, is easier underwater, but it can be strenuous even there. Experts say that scuba diving burns 574 calories per hour—more than whitewater kayaking, more than surfing and only slightly less than mountain biking.
We walked into the sea until the water was up to our chest. Now it began. We submerged.
It seemed such a simple thing beforehand—how could breathing through a mouthpiece be difficult? But we had been warned that most people would suck air like it was the last breath of life. It is—to put it mildly—unnatural to take a breath underwater. Logic is overtaken by instinct, which screams loudly: “This is a shortcut to the worm farm.”
We stayed in the shallows, practicing various skills: recognizing hand signals, recovering a lost air hose, clearing our masks of water. Then our guide signaled to follow and we began the swim into deeper water.
We were told to relieve the pressure in our ears every 10 or so feet of descent (I don’t remember the exact distance) by pinching our nose and blowing through it—just as you do in an airplane. I was religious about it, and everything seemed to be going well. My wife, as I would find out later, was having more trouble than I was and nearly quit, but at the last moment, equalized the pressure and reduced the pain.
At first, the bottom was just sand, nothing spectacular except for the dappled lights shining on the sandy bottom. I focused on our guide, who had a line running out from a yellow spool on his hip. The line went to the surface, no doubt to a buoy or marker keeping track of our position. We would find out later that they also had a diver floating on the surface watching over us. Safety was a prime concern.
There was that sound—familiar from the movies—of underwater breathing and bubbles rising to the surface. But otherwise, silence. This was truly a “blue world,” a whole new dimension. But I can’t say that everything was comfortable at first. I’m not sure that the weights given me were correct; it was often hard work just keeping at a level depth and it took some effort to descend. My wife had an exceptionally hard time; she kept bobbing toward the surface, but our guide was able to adjust her weights.
We made our way to a small reef that had a pole going to the surface—likely as a navigational beacon warning boats where the reef was.
The reef itself, though not huge, was more like my Jules Verne expectations. There were plenty of fish and some unusual (for us) sea life. Our guide pointed them out, handing some to us to hold, including one that seemed to me to be a dinosaur sized daddy long legs.
We saw no sharks, nor even barracudas (as we once had while snorkeling in
We probably spent about 45 minutes diving. The swim back to the shore was uneventful, but getting out was just as awkward as walking in.
We hung around the beach and soaked up the sun sitting on the warm sand while the other groups finished.
Today’s dining theme for lunch back on the ship was “island foods.” We sat in the buffet area, next to a window showing us the bay and mountains surrounding
My wife came back to the table carrying a bowl of steaming food. She was absolutely expressionless as her fork dove into the food.
“It’s goat stew,” she said, looking not at me but at the pieces of meat floating in the gravy. “Excellent.”
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Monday, April 23, 2007
Diving for Goats, St. Thomas: Part 2
BE SURE TO READ PART ONE FIRST
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The romance of scuba diving, for some, has its source in the old
We were met by the staff of the dive club. They quickly gathered us on a small, concrete patio lined with metal folding chairs and began to educate us using flip charts on an easel. All of the instructors had that slightly wild look to them, the look of people who dance to their own, eccentric beat. And it was obvious that they all loved what they were doing—pretending that they were fish. The lessons themselves had several messages: this is fun; this is dangerous; some of you will make it; some of you will not.
Our final instructor—unbeknownst to us at the time—would also be our guide in the water. He was young, with long blond hair. He might have been a good-looking
How, I wondered, did all of these Americans and Europeans end up living and working on this island in the
Even though we were only diving to forty feet (the maximum without your certificate), the effects of pressure were still the most critical problems. Our blond haired instructor emphasized this: “If you have bad sinuses, you should not be doing this. You will be in excruciating pain and will likely rupture your eardrums.” I have bad sinuses. I have the worst sinuses in the world. I have the worst sinuses in the universe.
My wife looked at me with one with one eyebrow arched and sighed. She knew that even if my eyeballs dropped out like gumballs from a machine, I was still going to do this.
They split us into small groups; not everyone could safely dive at the same time. Those not in the initial dive—including us—were given free use of snorkel equipment and…dog biscuits.
The fish off
Beautiful fish—it seemed like hundreds of them, like a big flock of underwater seagulls—blue stripes on yellow. I held a biscuit out like you would for a dog and within a split second, it was all gone, including all of the skin from the end of my finger. They sucked it right off. Biscuit, finger—it was all the same to them.
It was time, I decided, to float back to the beach. We sat down next to a lawyer from
“I’m ok, I’m ok,” he said. “I just panicked.”
Now we had a foursome. “It was while we were practicing emergency procedures in the shallow water,” he said. But we never got to hear all of the details. Our group was up next.
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Saturday, April 21, 2007
Diving for Goats, St. Thomas: Part 1
“That goat is getting strung up,” she said.
We were driving on a winding road on the side of a mountain on the Caribbean island of St. Thomas. We had come from the cruise ship docks through the town of Charlotte Amalie. Because this is part of the United States Virgin Islands, there was, of course, a McDonalds in town. But because this is still the Caribbean, there was also a Rastafarian with braided hair in the parking lot of the McDonalds, waving to us.
The view back towards the harbor, on the other hand, had been spectacular and exactly post card reality: beautiful flowers, gorgeous blue-green water, green mountains and huge, classy, colorful cruise ships docked in the harbor. From the sea, St. Thomas is one of the most beautiful islands in the Eastern Caribbean. It looks like the mental vision one has of the volcanic islands of the South Pacific: very green, jagged teeth-like mountaintops. Exotic, romantic.
It was when we topped the mountain and started our descent towards Coki Beach that we saw the goats. They were in a fenced in area near a tree. Out of the corner of my eye, it just looked like a goat with its front paws up on top of the fence. But my wife insisted that the goat was strung up by a rope, ready for slaughter. But we had no time to be sure about it; the bus sped forward around a curve towards our own uneasiness: our first time scuba diving.
We had no certificate and had never even been close to an air tank. It had seemed a great idea, a new adventure. And for me, it was the fulfillment of a childhood fantasy. But one stupid mistake, and you could be seriously injured or even killed.
“There you are, enjoying your life and the next thing you know, it’s over,” she said, shaking her head. Was she talking about us, I wondered, or the goat?
The view around us now turned into what might be called “local,” the behind the scenes reality. We were out of the United States so we didn’t expect to see an American standard of living (and certainly the United States has its slums). But the amount of loose garbage in people’s yards was appalling, to say nothing of the derelict cars. And we had the island of St. Maartens (both the French side and the Dutch side) to compare it to. This was bad. The good news, on reading some recent articles in the St. Thomas newspaper, is that the local government has voted money for increased sanitation and has begun a campaign against abandoned cars. A favorite sport in St. Thomas is to drive (or push, pull) an unwanted car into town, park it, lock it, and leave it.

Then we gradually came down again to where the sea meets the land. To the right of the road was a misty bay with a finger of mountains jutting out and a series of small islands with miniature volcanic mountains. As we came to sea level itself, Coki Beach was to the left. And there, with a white sign printed in red and blue, was the Coki Beach Dive Club. Part of the sign was missing, but in red and white it announced, “No experience needed.”
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Paradise at Paradise Beach, Cozumel
A free beach umbrella, free beach chairs, and free admission. Located on a Caribbean island near the Yucatan Peninsula and Cancun. Buckets of cold Dos Equis. Nachos covered in gooey cheese--with hot peppers on the side.
An enticing ad? No, it's the real deal. This is the winning recipe at Paradise Beach, Cozumel, one of the bargains of the Western Caribbean.
Just a short taxi ride ($14 for two people) south from the town of San Miguel, Paradise Beach is a strong contender with Playa San Francisco and Playa Palancar. When you cab pulls up, you are greeted by one of the staff and invited to choose a place on the beach. A waiter will soon be there to ask you if you want to order. On the plus side--they don't hard sell you. It is a very easy going atmosphere. There is no fee, but they do ask you to spend at least $10 per person while you're there. The owner, Tom, is a from Canada. He makes sure that the atmosphere is friendly and the bathrooms and changing areas are immaculately clean.
What are its weaknesses? If you are interested in snorkeling (one of the main draws of Cozumel), there are no close by reefs and thus not a very interesting sea bottom. The best place to snorkel is right off the dock. There are a fair amount of fish there and the sea bed has an earthquake style rip in the bottom. It creates a miniature valley which the fish are attracted to. You can rent snorkel equipment and pay to use some of the water toys, but we just brought our own snorkel equipment. This, I think, is a good idea if you're going to spend any time in the Caribbean. (Unless you are a very strong swimmer, be sure to purchase a vest as well.)
Cozumel has become one of the major stops for the cruise line industry. The big draw is shopping and snorkeling. There is a small Mayan ruin on the island, but it isn't very impressive. The island originally belonged to the Mayans and was used as a ceremonial site for Ixchel, goddess of fertility.
What put Cozumel on the map in modern times was the French underwater explorer and inventor, Jacques Cousteau. He claimed that Cozumel's reefs were some of the best in the world for scuba diving.
Paradise Beach
Sunday, April 8, 2007
New Orleans and Creole Cooking
Question: What takes 2 pounds of sugar, the juice of a dozen lemons, a quart of strawberries, a pineapple, a bottle of champagne, and a bottle of white wine?
Answer: A Champagne Punch (Ponche au Vin de Champagne), New Orleans’ style.
I had a chance to go to a series of lectures by Laudeman during a recent cruise out of New Orleans. She works for one of the museums in New Orleans, the Historic New Orleans Collection located on Royal Street. During the lectures she discussed Creole cooking and the history of New Orleans. One of her passions is for the culture of Creole cooking to survive--despite the pressures of modern society, and despite the diaspora caused by hurricane Katrina. Here are a few of the recipes from her book.
TOMATOES STUFFED WITH SHRIMP (Tomatoes Farcies aux Chevrettes Bouillies)
Slice the tops off desired numbers of fresh tomatoes. Scoop out the inner membranes with a spoon being careful not to break the outer skin. Turn upside down to drain. Remove the shells and veins from boiled shrimp. Mix with chopped celery, a couple of hard boiled eggs, a few chopped shallots and a tablespoon of drained capers. Mix together with Remoulade Sauce (see below). Serve on a plate garnished with French endive leaves. Chill and serve.
REMOULADE DRESSING (Sauce Remoulade)
2 Hard-Boiled Egg (Yolks). 1 Raw Yolk of Egg.
1 Tablespoonful of Tarragon Vinegar
3 Tablespoonfuls of Olive Oil
1/2 Clove of Garlic, Minced Very Fine.
1/2 Teaspoonful of Prepared Mustard (Creole or Brown)
Salt and Cayenne to Taste.
A Remoulade is a cold sauce. Put (3) hard boiled yolks into a bowl, and mash very fine, till perfectly smooth. Add the mustard, and mix well. Add the seasonings, vinegar, and salt and Cayenne to taste. Then add the olive oil, drop by drop, working in the egg all the time, and then add the yolk of the raw egg, and work in thoroughly, till light. Then add the juice of half a lemon. Mix well, increasing the quantity of oil or vinegar, according to taste, very slightly. If the sauce is not thoroughly mixed it will curdle.
Then for dessert, have strawberries and whipped cream(Creme Fouettee aux Fraises).
1 Pint of Sweet Cream (Whipping or Heavy)
2 Tablespoonful of Powdered Sugar
6 drops (1/8 tsp.) of Jamaica Rum
1 Pint of Strawberries. 1 Cup of Sugar
Whip cream which is very cold with two tablespoonfuls of powdered sugar and 6 drops of rum until it firms. Set on ice to keep it cool and firm. Stem the berries, sprinkle nicely with white sugar, and set aside for several hours in a cool place. Serve with the whipped cream. Dish the berries first and heap the cream prettily on top.
You can obtain Sue Laudeman's book at http://www.hnoc.org.
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