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A Wonderful Pernambuco Trio - Recife, Olinda, and Fernando de Noronha


27 Feb to 6 Mar, 2026 - Recife, Olinda, Fernando de Noronha - (Brazil)



We pinned Recife as the limit of winding north in Brazil, on the mainland any way. I have long wanted to visit Fernando de Noronha, and the majority of flights out there leave from Recife. Our time is not without limit, so we squeezed and streteched the rough outline itinerary around the island visit.

As for Recife, we came with few expectations and no agenda. We had flights to deal with, in and out, so staying close to the airport seemed logical and worked well. However, in the days leading up to our time, I started to read, and realised it would not be without interest, not entirely devoid of things to do. Good dining, and some unique cultural attractions meant we were not twiddling our thumbs.


Churrascaria de Rodízio
Churrascaria de Rodízio
Take a seat and order a drink. The passadores weave through the tables with swords of meat. They look inquisitively at you as they pass, and a smile or a nod or a gesture brings them to a stop. They describe what they have as they slice, not that we understand them. In any case, we can work it out. Using tongs we take the slices as they fold off. Be careful to stop him to avoid filling up early; he'll keep carving if you don't intervene. More choices will present, and besides, you can catch more of a favourite when it makes another pass later.

Sirloin steak and other beef cuts feature heavily, while chicken and lamb make occasional appearances. These are not marinated. A bit of salt and perfect cooking are the secrets for the meats to shine. Spicy little sausages come past, and they are winners in my eyes. And while not everything is for us, there are obviously fans amongst the patrons for everything, including the liver and the chicken hearts.

There's a huge buffet, too, with salads and vegetables, soups and stews, seafood and sushi, chips and mash potato and onion rings. You get the idea. So, while meat is the star, those who want a balance can certainly have it.

Unsurprisingly, that is not my style. A single pass of the extras, a tiny taste of a few morsels, and I'm done there. Back to the table and stay alert. Ooh, what does that waiter have?


The Estuary and Recife
The Estuary and Recife
Over there is Marco Zero, where Recife was founded. It is from where everything in the area is measured, and it is the heart of the city.

Renovated warehouses filled with shops and restaurants are a feature, to the left. Cultural buildings are visible. At the right is the distinctive Museu Cais do Sertão.

Meanwhile, we are over here, not over there. This photo is taken from a narrow reef that has been strengthened and built up to be Recife's protective breakwater. It is now a sculpture park, and short cheap boat ride from Marco Zero got us here. It features scores of sculptures, bronze and ceramic, by Francisco Brennand.

The sculptures have a few recurring themes, with animals like turtles and pelicans making frequent appearances. Various eggs or egg-like objects are common. There are mythical creatures included. Fertility seems to be a recurring element.

Here is a sentinel, one of the guardians he created, accompanied by a turtle and a bird.


It Was a Hoot
It Was a Hoot
We visited a museum in Recife. In a large room to the back of the museum we encountered a man with a piano accordion and a variety of percussion instruments.

As people peered in, he would beckon and encourage. As he furnished each of us with an instrument, he also gave us our unique rhythm. Then he played and sang. I believe the songs were from Luiz Gonzaga, Locals seemed to know them and sang along with apparent nostalgia.


Looking Out from Central Recife
Looking Out from Central Recife
Behind us there is the breakwater we were on earlier. The Torre de Cristal is the centrepiece of Franciso Brennand sculpture park. It is inspired by a specific cactus flower.

The park was created to celebrate the 500th anniversary of Brazil's discovery. That centrepiece tower is now one of the modern icons for the city.


Glowing
Glowing
It was Sunday, and the streets of Recife had a party vibe. That is apparently the case every Sunday. Markets and food stalls, bands outside bars, and people dining in the streets to enjoy the music. A guy with paints was circling around, decorating whoever volunteered their face or limbs as a canvas.




Olinda is almost engulfed by the urban sprawl of Recife. However, the heritage it has fought to retain means there is still a distinct shift when you enter the neighbourhood. It felt like being in a bubble, with an invisible film successrully protecting it from the swirling spread from its large neighbour.


Cashew Juice
Cashew Juice
A tasty and refreshing drink made from the cashew apple, the fruit around the nut.


Another Colonial Gem
Another Colonial Gem
Olinda is a stunning town, a World Heritage site famous for its beautifully preserved churches and steep, winding streets lined with vibrant pastel houses. It is a bustling hub for artists and crafts, and a must-do day-trip from Recife.


From Olinda
From Olinda
Olinda is spread across multiple levels, from the seafront to a lovely square on a hill top. This view from that hill shows lower Olinda in the foreground, with its dominant southern neighbour Recife in the background.




From Recife it's a few hundred kilometres to the Islands of Fernando de Noronha. The archipelago holds strategic importance for Brazil, as an outlook post for the mainland well in to the Atlantic. We came for the beaches.


Voted One of the World's Most Beautiful
Voted One of the World's Most Beautiful
Baía do Sancho often ranks in the list of the World's Most Beautiful Beaches.

I don't 100% agree. However, I cannot deny it is definitely gorgeous. Difficult access adds to the charm, with a pair of ladders in a fissure of rock the only practical way from the clifftop to the sand. Access to the ladders is restricted, with ascent or descent only allowed in alternating hours.


The Two Brothers
The Two Brothers

Sally Lightfoot
Sally Lightfoot
Named for their agility, the quirky crabs provided some entertainment while we drank a beer awaiting sunset.


Morro do Pico
Morro do Pico
This distinct peak is the highest point in the archipelago of Fernando de Noronha. A memorable sunset silhouette.


We Might Remember this as Shark Beach
We Might Remember this as Shark Beach
Praia do Leão, or Lion Beach. Named for the rock that resembles a reclining sea lion.

We swam here, cautiously, because of very strong current. Shore was always close, and we ensured we stayed where our feet could touch the sandy bottom. The water temperature was perfect, and it was a lovely reward after having walked 30 minutes or so from the bus stop without shade.

When a couple who were sunning on the sand came to the waters edge to alert us to a shark, the decision was effectively made for us to leave the water. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, we did not see the shark. They described it as "baby", and it can't have been too big as it allegedly swam between us and the dry sand.

Later discussions revealed, though, that big or small, one must take the threat seriously. The next major beach around is Baía do Sueste (Southeast Bay), and it was closed to water activities after a couple of serious shark attacks.

Fernando de Noronha is actually rated, overall, as supporting very healthy shark populations.


Frigate Bird
Frigate Bird
I love the almost pre-historic silhouette that the frigate bird creates. I still remember the first time we saw them, and the impact they had on me many years ago. Seeing them again at Fernando de Noronha gave me a wonderful flashback.


Our Aluminium Frigate Bird
Our Aluminium Frigatebird
With Morro do Pico behind, I waited at the end of the runway, flightradar open on my phone. Our plane arriving to pick us up.

Flight is the only practical way for visitors to come to the archipelago, about an hour from Recife.

Not only visitors, almost everything on the island arrives by air. This is just the start of what makes visiting expensive. There is a fairly steep daily charge, an environmental protection tax. There is a separate hefty national park fee payable to visit most of the beaches or any of the marine areas.

Yes, it was certainly worth it, but we were quite conscious of how much this little side trip was costing.



Is it Travelling When You Go Back Home?


9 Jan to 3 Feb, 2026 - Fremantle, Elevated Plains - (Australia)



Sunset From a Freo Verandah
Sunset From a Freo Verandah

Lake Walk - with Yvonne, Allen, and Topher
Lake Walk - with Yvonne, Allen, and Topher

Ribs for Two
Ribs for Two
I was restrained, and agreed to share. I really wanted the whole plate to myself!


Winery Lunch with Toots and Co
Winery Lunch with Toots and Co

Out for Fish and Chips
Out for Fish and Chips

Celebratory Brunch for John and Ros Anniversary
Celebratory Brunch for John and Ros Anniversary


Christmas 2025 - Friendships Dear


20 to 30 Dec, 2025 - Prague, Auerbach, Zwickau, Mödlareuth, Frankfurt - (Czech, Germany)



Is this the start of a trip, or is it a stop before we begin? The journey will cover five distinct spots, but it all spouted forth from the decision to have Christmas in Germany. Perhaps the conversation we had with Ann in Melbourne a year and a half ago was not meant to be serious, but once the seed was sown, the idea seemed tangible. Maybe we should all meet up in Germany at Adam's for Christmas? Fast forward (skipping numerous WhatsApp messages), and early this month, the Wangs came via Bomba. They progressed overland, and we flew to Prague, as we head to one amazingly memorable friends festive get-together.

But first, Prague. That's where Ryan Air deposited us. Erroneously, we thought we would find the Czech capital in a quiet, almost dormant state. Shortest day of the year, and winter cold beginning to grip Europe. Maybe it would be just us and the locals. Alas, it seems that Prague never goes quiet any more. Charles bridge packed to the ballistrades; phones on sticks to photograph the astronomical clock; countless signs in English and prices in Euros and groups following coloured flags; we were not the only tourists in the city.


From a window
From a window
Looking out a window from a Christmas Shop in Prague


Jo, and Charles Bridge
Jo, and Charles Bridge
It was cold, but not bitterly so. Rugged up, we enjoyed a couple of lovely days in Prague. The crowds were unexpected. I guess it is "winter break", or "Christmas break". But we thought the city might be in an off-season low. It seems that no longer happens in this wonderful city. You can see the throngs on the bridge!


Europe.  Christmas.  Markets.
Europe. Christmas. Markets.
Prague put on a pretty amazing Christmas Market. Loved the square, and the amazing tree. And we ate and drank and festive fashion.




Train got us to Auerbach, where we were to plant ourselves for the next days. We were only some hours ahead of the Wang family, who came by car from their skiing stop in Austria.


Zwickau Christmas Market
Zwickau Christmas Market
But it's hard to beat the Germans when it comes to Christmas markets. They know how to do it, and particularly here in the east. The traditions The decorations. Even the west Germans don't do it this well.


Day 1 of the 2025 Christmas Gathering Spectacular
Day 1 of the 2025 Christmas Gathering Spectacular
Hannah and Abbey with Jo, at the Zwickau Christmas market. All the way from Melbourne, to join us for a Christmas like no other. Well, not alone, Ann and Charlie (Mum and Dad) of course, and all hosted by very good mutual friends who are the centre of this gathering in this nook of Germany.


A Section of Wall, Mödlareuth
A Section of Wall, Mödlareuth
Mödlareuth was once colloquially known as Little Berlin. A small community, it was divided for over 40 years by the East-West German border. Initially a fence, but ultimately a wall, the little divided village was an oddity, more-so than even Berlin.

Even during the period that the border was active, it was a tourist attraction, as people from the West came to see the extent the East was going to in order to keep their citizens in.

Now, a small section of wall remains, some towers and other infrastructure alongside, to preserve the memory of a weird segment of German history.

The nearby museum is certainly an interesting visit, with Jo deeply engrossed in every story and photograph.


Meeow
Meeow
Not sure if this friendly cat at Mödlareuth was of East or West German heritage, or perhaps his ancestors were one of the families that was divided by the frontier.

Now, this little ambassador bounces around accompanying rugged up visitors who brave the weather.

Here, he explains the role of the tower behind him, at a gate and checkpoint along the former border.


Christmas Morning
Christmas Morning
It may have been dark, and it may have been cold, but it was Christmas Day. Clear skies kept the temperature low, but equally kept the snow and rain away.

In front of the church, carols filled the air with a joyous atmosphere. The brass band played with enthusiasm and gusto with the magnificent decorated tree as their backdrop.

Let's join together and remember that Christ came to earth for us.


Home-Made Pasta for Lunch.
Home-Made Pasta for Lunch.
Not your traditional Christmas Fair, but the "Italians" were in charge of lunch.

Since we are, in reality, "psuedo" Italian, traditional Italian Christmas food was not fore-front of mind. We did what we knew we could do well.

Any gaps and lacking of traditional Christmas treats would be filled by other courses.


Buon Natale a Tutti
Buon Natale a Tutti
Pausing for a moment and a memory, as we scurry between kitchen and pasta prep room.


During a Lull
During a Lull
The day was not hectic. Abbey and Hannah went ice skating, and the rest of us pottered at times. A walk around town, a game, or just snacking, drinking, and laughing.

Charlie is a talented artist, and he whipped a couple of small watercolours out. He seemed truly in his happy place.


When we Came Together
When we Came Together
Each day of our "gathering" saw food responsibility land on a different cohort. We, or more precisely, Jo, got Christmas day.

This did not involve her preparing and doing it all. Perhaps it was more of a designation of prime coordinator and responsibility. What was on the table came from all those present, and showed a representation from many parts of the world.

Here are most of us.

Myself and Jo need no introduction.

Annett and Adam, the absolute best hosts in the world. The former representing Germany, her town, her region, her country. The latter an ambassador for truth, community, understanding, and fun. Opening up the Kerkermeister accommodation for us all, and creating such a beautiful atmosphere of joy and celebration for the near-on-a-week get-together was a great blessing. More than 20 years has passed since we first crossed paths with Adam in Hanoi. Since that encounter, we have met on many occasions in a variety of countries on 4 different continents. This friendship with the two of them is one we especially love and cherish.

Ann and Charlie sit towards the front. Ann directs dumpling production, being one of the world's leading producers of high quality Chinese food. Charlie never lets the language barrier stop him from smiling, laughing, and participating in it all, augmenting his stories with pictures and charades and occasional Google translation help. They are Melburnians, and although our relationship with them was ignited by Adam, they are truly in our special friends circle.

Abbey and Hannah , their delightful daughters. So many laughs we had, especially when the games came out. My goodness, the plots these two seemingly sweet lasses are capable of, Due to the awesome time, I now feel we can say they are friends, elevated from being the children of friends!

To the right, Mariia and Matvii, mother and son, displaced by the conflict in Ukraine. Circumstances leave them far from home away from family and friends. Annett and Adam now form part of their new friendship circle.

Absent from the photo due to juggling multiple engagements: Grace and James, siblings. Grace is involved in the ministry with Annett and Adam, and James was visiting his sister. They dropped in and out during the meal, and whipped up a mean tiramisu.


Post Eating Slump
Post Eating Slump



Frankfurt was our chosen departure city, so train across, three nights, more friends and food, and a package of bulky winter clothes to be posted to Italy.


Late Afternoon, Frankfurt
Late Afternoon, Frankfurt
Scene over the Main river as we made our way from the train station to our hotel in Frankfurt.


Römerberg
Römerberg
In the historic heart of Frankfurt's Altstadt. The pre-Christmas chaos has settled, and the city feels calm.


But Christmas isn't Over
But Christmas isn't Over
While the trees are still up, I feel like it's still Christmas.


Stereotypical German Food
Stereotypical German Food
Dinner with Dirk and Marlene, who agreed to join us for a meal that many may call cliched.

Don't care. We wanted schweinshaxe and schnitzel.

Dirk and Marlene represent another multi-decade friendship. Pauper backpackers in Greece, Dirk was in the same hostel as we had chosen in Thessaloniki. Soon after, he visited us in Melbourne. And again, a few years later, when he and Marlene honeymooned in Australia.

Now, we visit and re-visit them in Germany, both here and in their previous home in Mainz.



Help Us Obi-Five Kenobi


2 to 6 Jan, 2024 - Monastir, Sousse, El Djem, Matmata, Chenini, Tatooine, Tozeur - (Tunisia)



Rental car from airport, and out in to the chaos of Tunis. Quickly, it becomes apparent, lane markings on roads, even on express arterials, are not even treated as suggestions or guides. They are blatantly ignored. The number of lanes depends on the width of the vehicles negotiating at that moment. Extra skilled drivers seem to find a way to squeeze one more in, but the fluidity of that number, when trucks, buses, or tractors get involved, means drivers are forever on their toes. Assertiveness is imperative. Without it, you are quickly lost, becoming a lonely obstruction for other drivers to vent at as they nudge around you.

But once out of the capital, on the divided toll roads, some order returns. Free of speed humps, animals, and pedestrians, smooth and well maintained, the accelerator goes down and the kilometres tick over as quickly as anywhere else in the world, if not quicker...

As the sun sets, and we venture back on to secondary roads, especially after dark, all eyes peeled again. The biggest dangers are the incredible speed humps that come in 2s and 3s. Once upon a time, they may have been marked. There is evidence of very faded yellow triangles painted on some. There are some speed hump signs still vertical, but many are bent over, faded, or entirely gone. So, we just have to learn where to expect them, and watch the vehicles in front or oncoming. Some of these humps are so significant, they need naming. Ears popped as we dealt with the differential in altitude going over them. So, to encounter any of these black, unmarked, behemoth humps at a speed greater than 15 km/h leaves one wondering if the car suspension is still intact, or the contents of the boot may have bounced out.

Day 1 - airport to Sousse, going first to Monastir. Having that extra time in the afternoon, we worked out we wanted to see something significant before checking in, and overshooting to Monastir was the right amount before sunset.


Inside Ribat of Harthouma
Inside Ribat of Harthouma
Landmark tower inside the Monastir's beautiful ribat. A ribat is the name given to the small muslim forts that were built on the frontiers during muslim expansion in to north Africa.


"Life of Brian"	 Backdrop
"Life of Brian" Backdrop
Shooting location used by Monty Python. Inside Ribat Harthouma.


Our First Stop in Tunisia
Our First Stop in Tunisia
Late sun sends long shadows of palms against the walls of the ribat in Monastir.




On from Sousse, heading south, stopping at El Djem. Again, using the very cheap but well maintained toll roads, the distances are quickly covered.


One Entrance
One Entrance
Arches upon arches upon arches.


El Djem - Third Largest Roman Amphitheatre
El Djem - Third Largest Roman Amphitheatre


Picturesque and Evocative
Picturesque and Evocative
Exploring the many layers of what remains of the 3rd century amphitheatre of El Djem.




We had trouble contacting the hotel we thought we might try. The website seemed to have been hacked and hijacked, they did not answer our emails, and were not on any booking sites. Given it would also be a diversion of almost two hours if they were now closed, we almost changed our minds, but on a whim, headed to the town of Matmata. The hotel was there, open, and thus began our little circuit of Star Wars related locations.

We are not fanatical by any definition. Neither Jo nor myself are sure what proportion of any of episodes 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, or 9 we have seen. Bits and pieces here and there. But the original 3 were from our era, and particularly the first one, episode 4, we know well, and that is the one which had a lot filmed here. Less CGI, less studio work, and more on location filming. And George Lucas and the Star Wars franchise left quite the legacy for Tunisia.

Hotel Sidi Idriss was our stop, known as the Star Wars Hotel now. It was a hotel before that time, but now, it leverages that connection to great effect. It is possible and inexpensive to stay there, but many visitors stop in for a drink or meal while passing through. We did like being overnight guests, despite the simplicity of the accommodation.

The following day we went from location to location, many would have been interesting without any film connection, but the connection means greater effort on restoration and preservation of these sights.


Princess Leia Room
Princess Leia Room
We stayed at Hotel Sidi Idriss, Matmata. Each room in the hotel was named after a character from Star Wars, or a significant name associated with the franchise.

In actual fact, the hotel was already a hotel when chosen to be used in filming. A Berber village, and troglodyte cave structure, it would have been a fascinating stay, even without any movie association.


The Lars Dining Room of Star Wars
The Lars Dining Room of Star Wars
This hotel in Matmata, Tunisisa, was the filming location for Star Wars, episode 4. It was used for inside shots of the Lars Homestead, Luke's uncle and aunt.


Young Luke Skywalker Peered Over...
Young Luke Skywalker Peered Over...
We watched the scene from Star Wars, Episode 4, A New Hope. Just to familiarise ourselves with the scene, again. And then in the morning, worked out this is where Luke peers down to his aunt.


Ksar Hallouf
Ksar Hallouf
Restored 13th century granaries, used to film slave quarters scenes for Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace.


Ksar Hadada, Now a Hotel
Ksar Hadada, Now a Hotel
While many of the old structures are bare and open, many are converted to rooms of varying levels of comfort.


Mos Espa Slave Quarters: Episode 1
Mos Espa Slave Quarters: Episode 1
Another Star Wars film location.


Ksar Ouled Soltane
Ksar Ouled Soltane
Berber granaries.


More Star Wars
More Star Wars
The third Ksar in Tunisia used in filming slave quarter scenes for Star Wars Episode 1, The Phantom Menace.




Stops were made at locations unassociated with movies, too.


Ksar Beni Bakra
Ksar Beni Bakra
Not Star Wars connected. The desolate and largely unrestored hilltop ksar was ours alone for the full time we clambered through it.


Setting Sun on Chenini
Setting Sun on Chenini
We got to Chenini in the late afternoon, and wandered quite aimlessly till a bit past sunset. More than anything, the rapidly dropping temperature encouraged us to finish up.


Tawfik, Newly Friended
Tawfik, Newly Friended
After driving hours across the desolate nothingness, we reached the town of Douze. Perfect timing for a break.

Tawfik's little shop was chosen for a bite. A dancer and former Michael Jackson impersonator, he spoke good English and looked after our food needs with a couple of giant wraps.

We left him with a clip on koala to remember us by.


Crossing Chott el Djerid
Crossing Chott el Djerid
The road crosses the narrowest point of the salt flat, Chott el Djerid. Barren and featureless, almost horizon to horizon.




By now, day five of our circuit, we were working our way back north in the western part of Tunisia. Not far from the Algerian border, but more significantly, skirting around the fringes of the Sahara. Long straight strips of tarmac connecting oasis towns full of date plantations. When the wind whipped up, the swirls of sand became long fingers over the road, sometimes obscuring it completely. Getting in or out filled the inside of the car with a gritty cloud, and by the evening, we felt quite clogged up with nostrils and the corners of our eyes quite grainy. Even our mouths, with occasional crunching sensations between our teeth.

The men walking in these conditions had their peaked hoods pulled over, their robes wrapped tight to give as much protection as possible. The costume designers must have seen these, and known these practices, and extended it in to the Star Wars movies. "Look there, Obi-wan Kenobi" one of us would indicate. "Oh another over there," the other would reply. Soon we started numbering them. "That must be Obi-two Kenobi". "Obi-three Kenobi, now". We sort of gave up after Obi-twelve Kenobi...


Lars Homestead
Lars Homestead
The exterior of the Star Wars Lars Homestead. Just out there, on the salt flat. Follow the tracks left by other vehicles trekking out here. There was one unattended souvenir stall, with a plate of money, working on an honesty system.


The Star Wars Town of Mos Espa
The Star Wars Town of Mos Espa
The buildings are all fake, but holding up surprisingly well in the desert winds, considering they were built for Star Wars Episode 4.


Mos Espa
Mos Espa
This building did not even have an inside. The whole "town" was just three small streets, two intersections, and about 20 or so empty shell buildings.

And a lot of sand.

And a lot of souvenir stalls.




Heading back close to Tunis, day of our 34th anniversary, seems like a good time to break the Tunisia blog.


Our Coffee Stop
Our Coffee Stop
It was a very big day of driving, after making our two morning stops. We allowed ourselves a break for coffee, and probably more importantly, a toilet.

We found this large, quite open, building with a sign for coffee. We worked out they had two things available. Coffee, from a state of the cafe style espresso machine, and water pipes.

We had to take our own chairs from the stack, find and move a plastic table to sit at, and there we drank our 50 cent coffees.

Meanwhile, those seated around the other two tables barely looked up, as the men seemed quite engrossed in their card games. Good news when smoking a water pipe, you don't even need to use your hands. You can tuck the pip under your arm and bubble away, leaving your hands free to deal with the cards.


A Surprise Windmill
A Surprise Windmill
Winding our way across the back roads of Tunisia, we came across the unexpected sight of a very European looking windmill.

I just loved how this came out in the light, looking almost like a painting.