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Very detailed travelogue on visiting the remotest inhabited islands in the world: Tristan da Cunha and St. Helena, as well as S. Africa, Malaysia and Singapore, and Indonesia. Very informative, full of tips, history, what it was like to visit and stay there, indexed by country. Visit my webpage for this and other downloadable travelogues: http://www.tcp.com/~lgreenf
These are fascinating islands. Tristan has only 238 people, all with same 7 last names.
Remotest Islands in World St Helena, Tristan da Cunha + S Africa Malaysia, More
Larry2006-05-27 03:40:04
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some of the others in the group as well, with some of them writing
it down as their main complaint (one of the South African journalists on the
Tristan voyage who had taken the RMS to St. Helena a few years ago mentioned
he had commented on the lack of non-smoking areas at the time, but that
nothing had changed).
While my luggage was in a crate being lifted onto the ship by a crane, I
went to find the cabin I'd be staying in: C49. The small cabin has one set
of bunk beds (49B is the lower bunk, 49D the upper), two small half-height
closets about the size of my backpack (with one on top of the other), a set
of four thin drawers (two of them lockable), a sink with cup-holders, a
mirror, and small individual flourscent lights and ultra-mini fold-out
tables next to each bunk. There's no "desk", but the person in the lower
bunk can put his things on top of the set of 4 drawers, while the person
sleeping in the upper bunk can place some items (such as a book or a glass
of water) on the windowsil underneath the porthole. A chain suspends the
metal covering of the porthole when open, but there never seemed to be a
reason to close it -- and though normally it's above the water line, in
rough seas, water would often splash against the window.
First to enter the cabin, I set my things down on the upper bunk
(figuring it'd be more fun -- it was), but the one thing that surprised me
was seeing no protective railing on the side of the bed to keep you from
falling out if the ship hit some rough seas (instead there was only a small,
removable metal ladder to reach the top bunk). A few minutes later my
bunkmate arrived: a talkative Brit in his late 40s or early 50s, Howard had
a booming voice and a daughter married to an American in Minnesota. Though
a bit loud, he was nice and easy to get along with, and as I'd invariably
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See photographs from:
Indonesia Gallery
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Malaysia Gallery
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Saint Helena Gallery
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Singapore Gallery
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South Africa Gallery
