<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758</id><updated>2012-01-31T12:09:29.171-08:00</updated><category term='security tag'/><category term='san diego'/><category term='turtle'/><category term='key Largo'/><category term='la jolla shores'/><category term='leopard sharks'/><category term='dumps'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='eagle ray'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Golden Gate bridge'/><category term='la jolla cove'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Cop car'/><category term='Snorkelling'/><category term='snorkleing'/><category term='SFO'/><category term='Germany'/><category term='garibaldi'/><category term='scuba diving'/><category term='nurse shark'/><category term='Maui'/><category term='skydive'/><category term='spring'/><category term='california'/><category term='John Pennekamp state park'/><category term='FLorida'/><category term='marine room'/><category term='Snorkeling'/><category term='black rock'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of the Wishing Chair</title><subtitle type='html'>A travel and story blog of my adventures in life.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-381575468671712757</id><published>2010-02-24T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:59:40.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse shark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scuba diving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLorida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='key Largo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Pennekamp state park'/><title type='text'>Diving in John Pennekamp State Park, Key Largo, FL</title><content type='html'>I am finally a level 1 scuba diver. We recently went to Key Largo, Florida for a dive trip. It was literally like an aquarium! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to hone my photography skills under water, but here is a small 5 minute video of our 2 our hour dives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/udeMT04u8A0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/udeMT04u8A0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-381575468671712757?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/381575468671712757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=381575468671712757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/381575468671712757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/381575468671712757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2010/02/diving-in-john-pennekamp-state-park-key.html' title='Diving in John Pennekamp State Park, Key Largo, FL'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-4983869998487084595</id><published>2009-06-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:19:35.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cop car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Gate bridge'/><title type='text'>Golden Gate bridge and the inside of a cop car....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Skmo3pz9sWI/AAAAAAAAGz0/FugwWj5UFcU/s1600-h/IMG_7717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Skmo3pz9sWI/AAAAAAAAGz0/FugwWj5UFcU/s320/IMG_7717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352995306176622946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was like any other Sunday. I had made great plans to finish all my household chores, stock up on grocery for the week, get my car washed, return my library books and if time permits - which it never does, read a book at a cozy little cafe a few blocks down the road. It was a warm beautiful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has funny ways of making things happen. We live life with careful determinism and planning, wanting to make everything perfect, comfortable and happy. But in the shadows, life has an agenda of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this story starts on Saturday, went to went out with a few friends to have some Pani-Puri at the Indian Store in San Jose. It was one of the most delicious Pani-Puri's I have had, and very addictive. But more about that later.  I found out that my friend Susan (name changed for their own protection ;) ) was flying to Boston the next day from San Francisco airport (which is about 40 miles from San Jose) and Aaron (name changed - again!) was dropping her off. After chatting for a bit, and enjoying the Pani-Puri's - which were spicier than usual I might add, we bid our goodbyes and headed our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to Sunday - the day I got to see the inside of a cop car. It so happened that Aaron - who is a wine connoisseur went to a wine tasting fair on Sunday. The wines were wonderful and before he knew it, he had had a little too much, and decided was probably not a good idea to drive fifty miles to the airport and back. And so Susan asked me whether I could give her a ride to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going further I should tell you that Bay Area is relatively new for me, and I have not had a chance to explore the city in the limited time I have been here. This also meant that I am not very conversant with the freeways and the road system around here. Ofcourse, my refusal to buy a GPS and sole dependence on my AAA maps don't make things any easier, as there is a lot of memorization of roads involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coming back to the story, Susan asked me whether I could drop her off at the SFO airport. Susan is a fun person to be with, and has a lot of enthusiasm about a multitude of things. In the limited time I have known her it has always been fun hanging out with her. I took a quick take on whether I was up for a long drive, and replied - "Sure! no problem". It would be a good break from facing a gloomy Sunday evening away from my husband. It was 6:20PM when I spoke to her and we decided to leave around 9:00PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, the Bay Area is unexplored territory for me, and I was keen to check it out more. So when I told her I would drop her off, I figured it would be a good idea to check out the night views of the Golden Gate bridge, which is just 20 miles north of the airport. I was excited at the very thought of it, and started planning my trip. Though I must admit that my excitement was entirely due to the prospect of using my Canon XSI and hopefully take some wonderful night shots of the Golden Gate bridge. Twenty minutes later I realised that I would definitely need a tripod for night pictures, and I don't have one! Bummer! I knew there is a bestbuy really close to home, and checked their timings online - drat! they closed at 7:00PM, which gave me just 20 minutes to get there and make my purchase. I called them to verify that they indeed had some tripods in stock - which they luckily had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing out of the ordinary happened for the next 20 minutes. (Thankfully!) I picked up the tripod from best buy -  close call though! As I was walking out of the store I was wondering what would have had happened had I not been able to buy the tripod. I would have probably come back home, settled down with my reading and gone to sleep, waking up fresh on Monday morning. But things were different now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty happy with my purchase. I tested it out once I got home, and instantly fell in love with my impulse buy. I spent the next hour planning my trip - directions, scenic spots to take pictures, and other information for the trip. After packing my bag with some money, energy bars (I always carry energy bars) and Mace (yeah pepper spray - cos you never know when you need it!), I left home to pick up Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to the airport was uneventful. I dropped Susan at the airport about an hour before her flight, and started driving north towards the bridge. Meanwhile I also called my friend Aaron, who was still in San Francisco, and asked him if he and his friends wanted to meet up at the bridge. Despite having a long and busy day of their own, they were all up for the trip, and we decided to meet at the North side of the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never driven from San Jose to Golden Gate bridge, you should know that the road is probably not as straightforward as you see on a map. A large chunk of driving is within the city and the US 101 signs are just every once in a while. So the driver keeps second guessing themselves whether they are on the right track. Fortunately I kept on the right track and reached the bridge, and drove across it to reach the vista point on the north side, which is where we had decided to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out of my car I was greeted by a strong gust wind waking me from my complacency and making me question my plans for the evening. It was a 100 degrees (F) in San Jose, and it didn't occur to me to carry warm clothing for my trip to San Francisco. I looked around me and everyone was wearing nothing less than a polar jacket. Bummer! Why didn't I think of carrying a sweater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and his friends were there before me, and luckily Aaron had an extra jacket to spare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The views from the northern vista point were beautiful. We could see the bridge and the San Francisco downtown skyline from here. The bridge was lit up, enhancing its "golden-ness" and at night, it looked like it was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assembled my tripod in the dark, with heavy wind blowing my hair in my eyes. Aaron helped me with his iPhone acting like a torch (did he download an app for it?) and holding on to the tripod whenever it threatened to fly away with the wind. With shivering fingers - which later turned numb, I managed to take a few shots of the bridge from the North East vista point. I also wanted to go on the hill to get an aerial view of the bridge. Aaron, having been there millions of times, suggested that we drive up there in a single car. It would probably be more convenient. I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all 5 of us piled into his car, and we drove off to vista point 2. We were heading from the north east vista point to the north west vista point. The winds at vista point 2 were much more fierce. At one point I was actually afraid of being swept off the hill into the valley below. We passed some ruins (which I would love to photograph in daylight) and reached a beautiful vista point. I liked the second point better, specially due to the proximity to one of the pillars of the bridge. I could also capture the reflection of light in the waters below. However, each picture took about 6-7 seconds of exposure time. And till the picture was taken, we had to hold the tripod very very still. It was painful, but very adventurous too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this time we also had a hilarious incident with some folks in another car. I wont write about it here, but if you ever need a laugh, do ask me about it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the interesting part starts here. We all piled back into the car to get to vista point 1 and then say our goodbyes. However, Aaron suddenly realized that there was no way back to vista point 1, except if we cross the bridge, pay the toll and cross it back again and pay the toll again. His friends were in a hurry to get back home as they had an early start the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the bridge once, and while we were paying the toll, we happened to mention to the toll both operator, our little problem. He suggested that it would be possible to cross the bridge on foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really excited at the thought of crossing the bridge on foot. It is a 1.2 mile long bridge, and it was 11 in the night. But I thought I could handle it, and asked Aaron to drop me off on the south side of the bridge, and I planned to walk across the bridge and take pictures. He reluctantly dropped me off, and drove on to drop his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited as I started my walk across the bridge. At first I stopped at the south side of the bridge and set up my equipment to take pictures. I must have spent about 5 minutes there before realizing that I had a long walk ahead of me, and I should probably get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes worth of walk later, I hit upon a gate. Wait! it was a gate that blocked pedestrian entry on the bridge! On the bridge was a sign - Pedestrian access on the bridge closed from 9:00PM to 5:00AM. Wow the toll booth operator was totally misinformed! Then I spotted a bright red button which said - "press if you want to cross the bridge after 9:00PM, the toll operator will open the gate for you". And that is what I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the toll operator was probably unhappy with the interruption, and announced in a strong voice that pedestrian access was closed at this time - I guess this must be a different operator than the one who recommended the midnight bridge walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally started looking for other options. That is when I spotted a phone which was marked - use in emergencies only. Well to me, this was an emergency, and I picked up the phone  to be directly connected to someone who asked - what is your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I half thought that this was a 911 operator who probably wont want to help me out. I told him my situation, explaining that my car was on the other side, and I needed to get there. The operator however said the same thing - access is closed after 9:00PM. I started getting a little frustrated and demanded how to get to the other side? That is where my car was parked. He said - we can give you a ride. I was a little reluctant, but then agreed. He asked me what I was wearing and asked me to come to the bus stop a short walk from the gate. I agreed and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know who I was talking to, but I had my pepper spray :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk towards the bus stop, I see a cop car approaching from the opposite direction. To my surprise it stopped right in front of me and I was asked - need a ride miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless.. but managed to mumble out - yes please! In my head I was thinking - "HELL YEAH!! I want to sit in your cop car!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an actual cop car, with a real life cop, with elaborate equipment in the front, and a mesh partition separating the front and back. Wow! I was going to sit in a cop car! Without committing an actual crime!! Not that I wanted to go to those lengths to actually sit in a cop car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to sit in the front seat, when I heard him say ..... back... The wind drowned out the rest of the sentence. He probably wants me to sit in the back. But I am not a criminal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry?", I said. And he repeated - "Put your tripod in the back, I don't think it will fit here". Oh thank God! I can sit in the front! - I noticed my fully extended, unfolded tripod in my hand. And I put it in the back seat. I then sat in the front seat of a cop car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were probably the coolest 10 minutes of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer was very kind. He dropped me to my car, and even waited till I got in. I was a little tempted to ask him if I could take a picture of him and his car. But I left it to that. He had been kind enough.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-4983869998487084595?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/4983869998487084595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=4983869998487084595' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/4983869998487084595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/4983869998487084595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2009/06/golden-gate-bridge-and-inside-of-cop.html' title='Golden Gate bridge and the inside of a cop car....'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Skmo3pz9sWI/AAAAAAAAGz0/FugwWj5UFcU/s72-c/IMG_7717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-2262464856472095883</id><published>2009-05-11T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:24:12.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snorkleing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marine room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la jolla shores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leopard sharks'/><title type='text'>Shark tales...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-rohan.sdsu.edu/%7Ekelpbass/images/triakis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 337px;" src="http://www-rohan.sdsu.edu/%7Ekelpbass/images/triakis1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was summer of 2008, and we recently found out about Leopard sharks. These sharks migrate to the warm waters of Southern California every summer to breed (much like the humpback whales). However unlike the whales, these creatures prefer shallow murky waters as their ideal breeding grounds. An adult Leopard shark grows upto 5-7 feet, but its mouth is of the size of a quarter and is harmless to humans. We were intrigued by them and after much research, decided to visit them one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont deny being apprehensive. After all these were sharks, and a single thrash could throw me off. But I was excited to think about these huge beautiful creatures swimming so close to our weekend hangout place. I had no excuse to shy away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked close to &lt;a href="http://www.marineroom.com/default.aspx?p=DynamicModule&amp;amp;pageid=225685&amp;amp;ssid=73588&amp;amp;vnf=1"&gt;Marine Room&lt;/a&gt; and walked to the ocean with our snorkel gear. The sharks are known to swim right behind Marine Room, which has almost no waves and is close to the cliffs creating easy hideouts for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was low tide, and we had to wade in quite a bit before we could start swimming. Now the deal with snorkeling - unlike scuba - is that it is hard to keep up with people. One usually ends up going in their own direction instead of swimming behind someone elses thrashing flippers! :-) So Jayal and I ended up going our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SgjOfu7_UmI/AAAAAAAAGwY/IepNpKERt3Q/s1600-h/Leopard-Shark-008_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SgjOfu7_UmI/AAAAAAAAGwY/IepNpKERt3Q/s320/Leopard-Shark-008_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334740803191263842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read that these creatures are beautiful, but very shy. They swim away with the slightest sound of people swimming near them and must be approached silently. I had to be very silent to actually see one. I saw a couple of little ones swim away as I approached them. I was slowly going deeper and deeper hoping to spot a full grown shark soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal with sharks is that they love murky waters and the day we went snorkeling, the visibility was very poor. As a result we ended up swimming in waters where we could not see more that 4-5 feet in in front of us. I did not realise how intimidating it would be, till I spotted an enormous full grown adult leopard shark, swimming right in front of me, just a couple of feet below me. I suddenly felt alone, like an unwelcome outsider in their world. Countless scenarios started running through my head where the shark expresses its hostile feelings towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My survival instincts took over me, and the next thing I know, I am quickly swimming towards the shore with my heart racing. The interesting thing was that I saw a very beautiful ray on my way back to the coast - so beautiful and so close to me. But you know how it is when your mind is in its survival mode - all I could think of was - what is this is a sting ray feeling threatened! I am still a novice when it comes to distinguishing between different types of rays, and I certainly did not want to take any chances. So just a quick goodbye and swimming for 3 more minutes, and I was out of the water. Luckily I did not forget to breathe through my mouth and am still alive to write this little blog post!! But it was a new and very interesting experience. I hope I am able to gather my guts together to dive into the waters again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Unlike my other blog posts the pictures of this blog are not taken by me, and were found from online sources&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-2262464856472095883?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/2262464856472095883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=2262464856472095883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/2262464856472095883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/2262464856472095883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2009/05/shark-tales.html' title='Shark tales...'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SgjOfu7_UmI/AAAAAAAAGwY/IepNpKERt3Q/s72-c/Leopard-Shark-008_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-6962859890811355219</id><published>2009-04-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:54:29.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snorkeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagle ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle'/><title type='text'>Maui - Turtle at Black Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-VC3rPI/AAAAAAAAGsw/4rIVoGm69Ps/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-VC3rPI/AAAAAAAAGsw/4rIVoGm69Ps/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540638817365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think my previous experience was extraordinary (which it was!!) get a load of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day at Maui, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVMjiXxtI/AAAAAAAAGtg/Tx-hLG-GY0k/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVMjiXxtI/AAAAAAAAGtg/Tx-hLG-GY0k/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540883225757394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I snorkeled at Black Rock. It was a short walk from our hotel. We had yet to return the rented snorkel gear, so I thought of just taking a little dip, and finishing off the last roll we had in our camera. (We use a very outdated camera for our ocean pictures, waterproof digital camera cases are more expensive than the digicam itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it, the beautiful turtle swimming  close to the water surface and fearlessly coming closer to me. It had spotted the camera tied to my hand, and perhaps thought it was food. It kept circling me and swimming around me. I guess this one was not camera shy at all! I had a blast, taking pictures of this little dude, while at the same time, trying my level best not to touch it. It was an experience of a lifetime. There must be about 50 odd snorkelers that time, but no one spotted the turtle, and everyone was in the water when I popped out to tell someone, so no one could hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got about 10 minutes alone with Mr. Sea Turtle of Hawaii, and I loved the exclusive meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-BIZMMI/AAAAAAAAGso/uE4_9PLRZPg/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-BIZMMI/AAAAAAAAGso/uE4_9PLRZPg/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540633471824066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-xH_ZOI/AAAAAAAAGtI/SVGE4UJCTvU/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-xH_ZOI/AAAAAAAAGtI/SVGE4UJCTvU/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540646355035362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-uVtZ2I/AAAAAAAAGtA/Bq57jm2-WfY/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-uVtZ2I/AAAAAAAAGtA/Bq57jm2-WfY/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540645607270242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later I also spotted a couple of eagle rays majestically swimming in the waters. It was the perfect goodbye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVM4e_6_I/AAAAAAAAGto/h8vSAxxvfoo/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVM4e_6_I/AAAAAAAAGto/h8vSAxxvfoo/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540888848755698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVMdtRaTI/AAAAAAAAGtY/_r2rpe8vccs/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVMdtRaTI/AAAAAAAAGtY/_r2rpe8vccs/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540881660864818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVMUmAGZI/AAAAAAAAGtQ/pjdJxrtJYqk/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZVMUmAGZI/AAAAAAAAGtQ/pjdJxrtJYqk/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540879214451090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-6962859890811355219?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/6962859890811355219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=6962859890811355219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/6962859890811355219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/6962859890811355219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2009/04/maui-turtle-at-black-rock.html' title='Maui - Turtle at Black Rock'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZU-VC3rPI/AAAAAAAAGsw/4rIVoGm69Ps/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-5449331329097120211</id><published>2009-04-27T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:53:42.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snorkeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumps'/><title type='text'>Maui - Snorkelling Down at the "Dumps"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZdmUS9RdI/AAAAAAAAGvI/1f9PNYFoCp4/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZdmUS9RdI/AAAAAAAAGvI/1f9PNYFoCp4/s320/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329550121904195026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our second trip to the Hawaiian islands, we decided to visit Maui. It was a 10 day trip, mostly dedicated to the ocean. We snorkeled at various places on the west coast of the island, and they were all extraordinary. Although I must mention that one gets to see a lot more life in the ocean earlier in the morning. So if you plan a trip, be sure to be in the water early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one of our most beautiful snorkelling experiences at a south Maui beach called "Dumps". A sad name, for an extremely beautiful beach. The parking was rough, and there was a short 5 minute trail to reach the coastline. The beach was rocky, and getting into the water was a little difficult, as little rocks kept getting trapped into my flippers. Also, I must mention that if you are new to snorkeling, it might be a little difficult as there are a lot of strong winds dragging you into the ocean. You have to be very careful of the currents. Here is a picture of Jayal with the Hawaiian 'Hang Loose!' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfoYPF8_fPI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/H0ZdH0C2d9c/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfoYPF8_fPI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/H0ZdH0C2d9c/s320/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330599756521503986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLQWS5aI/AAAAAAAAGuA/-p2Y2geSCho/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLQWS5aI/AAAAAAAAGuA/-p2Y2geSCho/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329541960406590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the water, it was breathtaking.. Beautiful coral, fish, octopus all around you. Because of the rocky terrain, the coral was abundant and spread over a vast area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWhyv-MnI/AAAAAAAAGuw/YrxjaKGc4no/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWhyv-MnI/AAAAAAAAGuw/YrxjaKGc4no/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329542347598213746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfoY8U9lMKI/AAAAAAAAGvY/YZ-ogE_2O30/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfoY8U9lMKI/AAAAAAAAGvY/YZ-ogE_2O30/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330600533644619938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLsnK0mI/AAAAAAAAGuI/3b7ap2xarY4/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLsnK0mI/AAAAAAAAGuI/3b7ap2xarY4/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329541967993557602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite was Yellow tang. It just stood out in the corals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also spotted needle fish on the bottom of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLnsiE5I/AAAAAAAAGuQ/JR-klZVXIGw/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLnsiE5I/AAAAAAAAGuQ/JR-klZVXIGw/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329541966673875858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first place where we spotted the Hawaiian green sea turtle. It is the usual norm amongst snorkellers, to holler out to others around them if they found something exciting. I just popped out of the water to adjust my mask, when I hear this man shouting out to me - "there is a turtle swimming towards you...!". I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfoY8YoPQEI/AAAAAAAAGvg/j0RJhyUxEkI/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfoY8YoPQEI/AAAAAAAAGvg/j0RJhyUxEkI/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330600534628843586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ducked right into the water, and there it was.. Beautifully floating in the emaral waters. I took a few pictures using the disposable camera we had and then  I ducked out of the water to quickly shout out to Jayal. Luckily he was just a few feet away, and was next to me in a few quick strides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWiLCYBlI/AAAAAAAAGu4/RaYvfJjBH8Y/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWiLCYBlI/AAAAAAAAGu4/RaYvfJjBH8Y/s320/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329542354117854802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWh2oEk6I/AAAAAAAAGuo/dTqCVVwqMGw/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWh2oEk6I/AAAAAAAAGuo/dTqCVVwqMGw/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329542348638819234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful. This turtle was not used to human life around it, and was extremely camera shy. But I tried to click a few pictures of it as it swam below me, and did not disturb it at all. It was very quick though, and I found it really hard to keep up with its swimming pace - maybe that's how turtles feel on land! The turtle probably was uncomfortable with us following him, and quickly vanished into a little crevice in the rocks and settled down. We dint want to bother it any more. But coming out of the waters that day, we had a huge smile on our faces. It was the first time we were in such close quarters with a Hawaiian sea turtle. We had seen one on the Big Island once, but it was a very quick peek, before which the turtle had vanished into the ocean. this experience was just mind blowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Little did we know about what awaited us the next day - next blog - Black Rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWhuO8b6I/AAAAAAAAGug/gC8JTBALz4E/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWhuO8b6I/AAAAAAAAGug/gC8JTBALz4E/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329542346385944482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLFyVEFI/AAAAAAAAGtw/UxnEjrdp2D8/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZWLFyVEFI/AAAAAAAAGtw/UxnEjrdp2D8/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329541957571383378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-5449331329097120211?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/5449331329097120211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=5449331329097120211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/5449331329097120211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/5449331329097120211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2009/04/maui-snorkelling-down-at-dumps.html' title='Maui - 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We started snorkeling a few months after we moved to San Diego. The summers have been wonderful, with (relatively) warm water, and colourful fish, it was a treat to swim and snorkel at our favourite site - La Jolla Cove. The cove is one of the few famous locations for snorkeling and viewing aquatic life - the most attractive being the Garibaldi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZTAugZGaI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/lSPQt1ZZVbQ/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZTAugZGaI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/lSPQt1ZZVbQ/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329538480988559778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garibaldi is attractive because of its brilliant orange goldfish like colour, but it is about one foot in size. If you are lucky, you can actually see schools of Garibaldi coming in and out of the ocean vegetation. One one of our snorkeling trips, we had the opportunity to take a few pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;garibaldi pictures=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/garibaldi&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZUP0IzcFI/AAAAAAAAGsg/WTkIeMd8kok/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZUP0IzcFI/AAAAAAAAGsg/WTkIeMd8kok/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329539839709900882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share them... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;garibaldi pictures=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/garibaldi&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-4536311762247387719?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/4536311762247387719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=4536311762247387719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/4536311762247387719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/4536311762247387719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2008/10/diego-snorkel-trips.html' title='Diego Snorkel trips...'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SfZTAbO3BdI/AAAAAAAAGsI/XEHuGSqAQnE/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-8995848305408513180</id><published>2008-10-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:31:52.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='security tag'/><title type='text'>Shopping adventures..</title><content type='html'>It is funny how adventures catch up with you in the most absurd situations. This story happened a couple of months ago. Jayal and I had gone on a shopping spree to a mall near LA. We used to go to this mall when we were students, and we just wanted to relive some old memories.. (and shop our wallets off- this mall had all our favourite stores). It took us about an hour and a half to reach it, but it was fun trip. We got back pretty late that night. The next morning, I started opening our shopping goodies, admiring all our purchases. Suddenly Jayal exclaims - "hey whats that?". "It is just a price tag", I say, trying to think of all the justifications for my expensive tastes. "No not that", he goes "this!!!!". And saying that, he picks up my brand new pair of levi's jeans, with the security tag still on. "This", he says again. Well well well... that should definitely not be here. I wonder if we were charged for that? I look through the receipt to see that we were infact charged for it, but the saleswoman just forgot to take the device of the clothing. To top it all, there was no beeping when we left the store... This was all so wierd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the store, asking that what to do with this, considering we lived so far away from them. The manager was apologetic, and found me a branch closer to home where I could go and remove it. He also offered to give me a 50% discount on the jeans after I visit their branch. I thanked him, and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He asked me to go to a branch 20 miles away to fix this", I told Jayal. "I don't want to have to drive all the way". Just as if Jayal read my mind he says, "lets fix this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our web search on security tags. To my surprise, there were youtube clips that told you exactly how to remove a security tag from clothing. It took us about an hour to identify the type of security tag we had and the possible structure it had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how these devices work is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;A security device contains of 2 parts, a top conical part with a pin, and a bottom base. If one tried to pull out the cone from the base, it would crack the glass containers in the base, leaking ink onto the clothing and your fingers. This ink is indelible. This is how these chains can prevent shoplifting in the trial rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I loved this pair of Jeans, and I totally did not want to ruin them. But on the other side, I would never have known much about security devices had it not been for this. I decided to risk the jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the picture of what we learnt of the device.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SOz7_n5mBHI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/fBKyc5132yI/s1600-h/security.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SOz7_n5mBHI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/fBKyc5132yI/s320/security.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254851935695406194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cross section of the security device, with the red and blue circles being the red and blue ink filled glass canisters. We decided that the best way to approach this is to open it up from the top, and confirm that this was true. After that we would decide the next plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;We used our camping lighter, along with a screwdriver to burn open the top of the base. This is what it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SOz9PiE5NfI/AAAAAAAAGaE/p4FJ3VJvjAE/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SOz9PiE5NfI/AAAAAAAAGaE/p4FJ3VJvjAE/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254853308521723378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no canisters to be seen at all. All we could see was a set of 2 metal plates holding the pin together. At this point I absolutely did not want to sacrifice my jeans. I was expecting to see some glass canisters, and was a little disappointed. Jayal said, "let me have a look at that", and before I knew it, he had pulled the tag apart, just like that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... So much for an exciting adventure and inked jeans!! I had to settle for a pair of brand new "uninked" jeans and an early morning adventure that lasted just a couple hours! Life is good.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SOz-vmWfUOI/AAAAAAAAGaM/w0cRuj86B3U/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SOz-vmWfUOI/AAAAAAAAGaM/w0cRuj86B3U/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254854958936707298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-8995848305408513180?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/8995848305408513180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=8995848305408513180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/8995848305408513180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/8995848305408513180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-adventures.html' title='Shopping adventures..'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SOz7_n5mBHI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/fBKyc5132yI/s72-c/security.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-1709899747036529840</id><published>2008-09-20T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:44:47.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skydive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Skydiving on my Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. I actually jumped out of an airplane at 13,000  feet with a parachute!!!! (Well I also had an instructor strapped to my back.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Jayal, wanting to give me a huge surprise for my 26th Birthday. We both usually gift each other experiences of some sort, and I was going crazy thinking of what this new experience might be... With no luck. I kept guessing everyday, and he kept replying in the negative to all my guesses. Finally the night before my birthday I got to know what the surprise was, and I was shocked! Jayal had booked us both for tandem skydiving!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR7I2wPjI/AAAAAAAAFcg/C-Ro35yvR1w/s1600-h/1014459-R1-022-9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR7I2wPjI/AAAAAAAAFcg/C-Ro35yvR1w/s320/1014459-R1-022-9A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331754689805874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I have always wanted to bungee jump once in my life, and that too, with Jayal. But that is probably the limit to which I could conquer my fear of  heights. But this was 10 giant steps ahead of what I had wanted to do... Turns out, It was really exciting and wonderful.. an experience I would remember for years to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR7kWygTI/AAAAAAAAFco/FOgD5zNlLkw/s1600-h/1014459-R1-020-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR7kWygTI/AAAAAAAAFco/FOgD5zNlLkw/s320/1014459-R1-020-8A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331762071929138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the Sky-Dive school on time. They made us listen to a safely video, and sign few waiver forms - in which we basically gave up all our basic rights, in case anything were to happen to us - we could not sue them if anything happened to us. They were not responsible for us in any way. We also had to give them the name and number of an emergency contact. Frankly,  these are the times, when we try to be be brave, and not think about accidents and death, but it is hard to not think about it, when you are coming so close to danger... All I could think of was fear... am I actually doing this? Why am I doing this?&lt;br /&gt;But still there was this other weirdo part of me that kept saying - just do it girl.. it is going to be so awesome! Just break free, fly like a bird... the world is yours.. feel the air... just dive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXQMB0KXdI/AAAAAAAAFcA/x34xSichCYI/s1600-h/1014459-R1-008-2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXQMB0KXdI/AAAAAAAAFcA/x34xSichCYI/s320/1014459-R1-008-2A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248329845834407378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first picture taken by the videographer, as we left the small 15 seat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXP9Qec33I/AAAAAAAAFb4/YUT3Ygm9Alk/s1600-h/1014459-R1-048-22A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXP9Qec33I/AAAAAAAAFb4/YUT3Ygm9Alk/s320/1014459-R1-048-22A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248329592071839602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er plane. We were asked to hold on to our harness and arch our backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for the instructors, as they are the ones who get in trouble if the rider gets too scared or tries to grab on to the airplane or something before diving.. The first plunge was extremely thrilling.. I felt like a little bird, who was trying to feel what it is like to fly. The bird has never flown before, and wont know what it is like, if she doesn't  take a chance and jump. However, bird is still not quite ready to leave her sheltered nest  yet.  And I kept saying to myself - you are comfortable in the plane, why do you want to take a chance.. just fly back down and go home. What is all this craziness? Why am I putting my life in danger... But I could never have experienced what I did, had I not taken that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR6nD_4aI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/VYxE4RRHIhg/s1600-h/1014459-R1-042-19A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR6nD_4aI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/VYxE4RRHIhg/s320/1014459-R1-042-19A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331745618551202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free fall was for one entire minute.. after which the instructor pulled on the parachute, and we started gliding down slowly... It was so wonderful! I could see the whole world from up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR651hPJI/AAAAAAAAFcY/oV5Gu4IpUPg/s1600-h/1014459-R1-046-21A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR651hPJI/AAAAAAAAFcY/oV5Gu4IpUPg/s320/1014459-R1-046-21A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331750658096274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few more pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXQv3YrmlI/AAAAAAAAFcI/3MwPa5mCzFM/s1600-h/1014459-R1-020-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXQv3YrmlI/AAAAAAAAFcI/3MwPa5mCzFM/s320/1014459-R1-020-8A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248330461510081106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR713ebCI/AAAAAAAAFcw/iTiHgxFtNks/s1600-h/1014459-R1-026-11A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR713ebCI/AAAAAAAAFcw/iTiHgxFtNks/s320/1014459-R1-026-11A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248331766772427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayal, jumped about 10-15 seconds after me. Our videographer jumped with me - the birthday girl, instead of Jayal, so he doesn't have any any pictures to show off... But he had a mindblowing experience of his own.. And no less wonderful than mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we were presented with certificates of appreciation of our jump... Frankly, it is the first time I have done something so crazy in my life....&lt;br /&gt;It was the most wonderful experience of my life!!!!!! Thank you Jayal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/RM/Desktop/sky%20dive/1014459-R1-050-23A.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-1709899747036529840?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/1709899747036529840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=1709899747036529840' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/1709899747036529840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/1709899747036529840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2008/09/skydiving-on-my-birthday.html' title='Skydiving on my Birthday!'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/SNXR7I2wPjI/AAAAAAAAFcg/C-Ro35yvR1w/s72-c/1014459-R1-022-9A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-5186577319543117748</id><published>2007-10-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:35:23.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>German Hospitality</title><content type='html'>It was a normal Wednesday afternoon when my advisor told me that we were invited to Germany to a conference on "The evolution of Semantics". The university of Jena, had received a huge grant from Volkswagen, and they were starting a new division in the university. They inaugurated this division, but inviting experts (and one PhD student each) to present their work and views on the subject. It was an interesting prospect not only for work and networking, but also for tourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for Germany on 3rd October, reaching Munich on 4th Oct midday. After a quick currency conversion and baggage claim, I caught a train to Jena (Pronounced Ye-na). I was too jetlagged and tired after the 18 hour commute, to go to the Oktober fest currently going on in Munich. It will be filled with drunken people anyway... I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My train ride to Jena was interesting. I met this person who was a PhD in Psychology and got into an interesting conversation with him about technical aspects of language and knowledge. I am not sure how I managed it given my jetlag, but it sure helped me from falling asleep, as it was way past midnight in good ol california... and all I could think of was sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jena is a little town with just about 100, 000 people. This is where the Friedrich-Schiller-University is.  I checked into my room and had a blissful sleep for 3 hours.  After which I had to leave for the welcome reception  in the restaurant of the Hotel.  It was fun meeting people. Though I soon realised that most people were  Philosophers or Linguists. There were hardly any computer scientists!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not get into the details of the conference, which turned out to be really interesting and different. Below is a video of the view from my hotel room in Jena. The commentary is mostly in Gujarati, but the view is for all to see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europeans know how to treat people well. I can say this, as the next few days of the conference we wined and dined. They packed our schedules with trips to the oldest planetarium of the world, and the tallest tower in Jena and wonderful lunches and dinners. Lunchtimes were a big 1.5 hrs, which we used to walk around downtown Jena and capture all sights to see. Below are few pictures from my Jena outings and explorations.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Rx0fRYnyARI/AAAAAAAACHs/gkbiTK6qhLo/s1600-h/Inside+the+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Rx0fRYnyARI/AAAAAAAACHs/gkbiTK6qhLo/s320/Inside+the+church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124286334545035538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Rx0ec4nyAPI/AAAAAAAACHg/tjq8ltdj1ro/s1600-h/medieval+and+modern+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Rx0ec4nyAPI/AAAAAAAACHg/tjq8ltdj1ro/s320/medieval+and+modern+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124285432601903346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Rx0dxYnyANI/AAAAAAAACHU/hPpztlXuf-g/s1600-h/View+from+La-Scala-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 269px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Rx0dxYnyANI/AAAAAAAACHU/hPpztlXuf-g/s320/View+from+La-Scala-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124284685277593810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;After the conference days - Thursday, Friday &lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;and Saturday, the conference had organized a trip on Sunday to go to Weimar, which is about 30 kms from Jena. Weimar, is a little town about 60,000 &lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;people, but is a great cultural city in Germany. We got the benefit of learning about the lives of Goethe and Schiller, and also visited Goethe House, which is converted into a museum now.  Weimar &lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;was a city that was loved by Hitler and his people. They have a famous Elephant inn, which is where Hitler use to give speeches to the masses.  Among other interesting things, we also got to see the tombs of Schiller and Goethe.&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;On sunday evening most people left from Weimar itself. My Train was the next morning from Jena.&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;Monday morning I &lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;caught a train from Jena to Frankfurt. Right across from me was a girl, about my age with whom I got into a fun conversation. She spoke enough English that I could communicate easily with her. And we had fun chatting about lots of different people and cultures and life in general. She was a violinist, and had recently gotten a chance to play in a string quartet. I was asking her a&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;bout the places to visit in Munich when she &lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;told me that she was actually performing in Munich and invited me to attend her concert. Just then my station approached and I had to leave after she hurriedly scribbled her phone number and the concert hall location in my diary. And that is how I got to know Miryam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;I stayed an evening in Frankfurt, and went around Downtown Frankfurt. It was fun, but perhaps not as wonderful as the last few days I had had. It was another big city, with busy people. I took a little river cruise on the Main river. It was about 1 hour, and I could see the entire skyline, and beautiful churches along the river. That day my dinner comprised of our very own Subway sandwich :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I had to catch a bus which took me along the Romantic Road of Germany or as they call it : Romantishe Strate. This was perhaps the most exhilarating and unique experience of my life. The 3 day trip was something that opened my eyes to life! It was perhaps the first small vacation that I had taken without my husband, and I realised it was something he would have enjoyed so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/R_guWTjn_aI/AAAAAAAAEmg/lyjHpRWgH1c/s1600-h/romantic-road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/R_guWTjn_aI/AAAAAAAAEmg/lyjHpRWgH1c/s320/romantic-road.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185945931658821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Romantic Road in Germany starts from Frankfurt and extends to Fussen, with various stops in between. It used to be a trading route in the middle ages, but still holds so much of its ancient medieval character. It has beautiful ancient Gothic cathedrals, castles, forgotten countryside. It opens up an unexplored world to you. One feels like they have gone back in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;pics&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pic&gt;&lt;/pic&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;/pics&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-5186577319543117748?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/feeds/5186577319543117748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5236702982121082758&amp;postID=5186577319543117748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/5186577319543117748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/5186577319543117748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2007/10/german-hospitality.html' title='German Hospitality'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/Rx0fRYnyARI/AAAAAAAACHs/gkbiTK6qhLo/s72-c/Inside+the+church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236702982121082758.post-6527421365612999386</id><published>2007-05-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:43:57.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Coastline Adventures: California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/R_gpljjn_ZI/AAAAAAAAEmY/hPM9ZtyNlzE/s1600-h/ca-coastline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/R_gpljjn_ZI/AAAAAAAAEmY/hPM9ZtyNlzE/s320/ca-coastline.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185940696093687186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best possible coastal adventure in California is along the Pacific coast highway. Abundant with trails, waterfalls, mountains and the vast pacific ocean, this is paradise for a nature lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most beautiful parts of the coastline stretch from Santa Barbara and above. Coming from San Diego, we decided to spend an entire day driving upto San Louis Obispo, which is a little north of Santa Barbara and start our trip from there the next day. We reached our hotel in San Louis Obispo at about 8:00 PM, after which we were exhausted and all we wanted to do was eat and sleep! When we woke up next morning, we realised the great location we were living in. We could hear the sound of the ocean and the scenery around us was absolutely beautiful. It was Saturday and our road-trip was just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plans were to visit the beautiful Hearst Castle. It was a construction by William Hearst, as a hobby and as a passion. The castle was not completed in his lifetime as he wanted to make changes to it every so often. We reached the castle in less than an hour from San Louis Obispo, and got tickets to a castle tour which started in less than 30 minutes. It was amazing to see how much money William Hearst had spent to build his masterpiece. He has invested not only in the castle, but so many other things to complement it! Lets start with the view, the "front yard" of the castle was the private beach which was part of the California coastline. And the "backyard" was mountains.... He invested in a little private zoo of his own, with all his animals getting VIP treatment with the best kind of food and temperature to live in. The docile herbivores like deer were left free to roam the castle grounds. It was magnificent. And to think this was just 50 years ago!! We also got a watch a film about the Hearst Castle and William Hearst, by National Geographic. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was to drive upto Big Sur, which is where we had our camping reservations. The drive was unbelievably beautiful. The mist and light drizzle made it seem like we were in another world. We stopped for a few hikes on the way, all of them leading to waterfalls. Below are some pictures. Also, we saw elephant seals, and oh so clear ocean water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our campsite was tucked away into a redwood forest. It was right next to a little stream. After our initial setting up of the tent, we got a fire started, and started cooking dinner. It was a perfect setting for the perfect evening, though it did get a little chilly at night! But that is a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the drive back to San Diego, from Big Sur. Key places to stop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Louis Obispo&lt;br /&gt;Hearst Castle&lt;br /&gt;Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;McWay Falls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canyon Falls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Big Sur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5236702982121082758-6527421365612999386?l=rutum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/6527421365612999386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5236702982121082758/posts/default/6527421365612999386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rutum.blogspot.com/2007/05/coastline-adventures-california.html' title='Coastline Adventures: California'/><author><name>Rutu Mulkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465413365810090950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F2uDUn4ykg8/R_gpljjn_ZI/AAAAAAAAEmY/hPM9ZtyNlzE/s72-c/ca-coastline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
