Posts Tagged ‘luxury travel’

Video: The Real Hunt for Red October

Monday, November 1st, 2010
The Kremlin, on Moscow's Red Square

The Kremlin, on Moscow's Red Square

In November, 1975, The Sentry, a state-of-the-art Russian warship, was taken over by a rogue Soviet officer. This remarkable mutiny not only inspired the best-selling political thriller and blockbuster movie, “The Hunt for Red October,” it almost triggered World War III. For the first time, the Smithsonian Channel reveals stories of bravery and tragedy firsthand, from the men aboard the warship and the officers who ordered its destruction. Watch the video for an exciting sneak peak of The Real Story: The Hunt for Red October.

The Real Hunt for Red October

We’re making Russia’s extraordinary history come to life on two unique journeys in 2011, our Waterways of Russia and Historic Waterways of the Baltics cruises. Travel on either one for an essential understanding of the history of the Russian empire and the critical part Russia will play in the global future.

Where were you on November 8, 1975, when Valery Sabin staged his mutiny?

Video: Australia’s Great Barrier Reef

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Australia’s Great Barrier Reef is home to some of nature’s most unusual animals – corals. Corals are animals, not plants, and have a remarkable way of reproducing to build their reef societies.

Secrets of the Great Barrier Reef

If Australia’s on your life list, now is a great time to go. Click here for more information on our tours to Australia. If you’re interested in coral reefs, click here for Smithsonian’s interactive coral reef exhibit, or here for more on the amazing Hyperbolic Crochet Coral Reef, which will be at the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History through April 24, 2011.

What’s on your life list? Let us know!

Our Sale Starts Today

Monday, October 25th, 2010

We’re having a sale! Our CALL and SAVE two-day sale starts today and goes through Tuesday, October 26th. We’re featuring a savings of $100 per person or $200 per couple on ten of our most popular tours. Call 877-338-8687 between 9:00am and 5:00pm and mention the CALL and SAVE sale to get your savings. Tours on sale include:

Ancient Civilizations of the Red Sea
Amazon River Voyage

Christmas in Canterbury
Egyptian Odyssey
Egyptian Family Odyssey

Exploring Australia and New Zealand
Grand African Voyage Part I – Madagasacar to Mozambique
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Grand African Voyage Part II – South Africa and Namibia by Sea
Guatemala: Land of Eternal Spring

Winter Wildlife in Yellowstone

As a bonus, we’re also featuring a 10% discount on apparel from TravelSmith. Just click to save!


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A Grand Entry to Venice

Monday, October 18th, 2010

Guest Blogger William J. Higgins, FAIA is an architect with 37 years of worldwide experience, has practiced in 10 different countries, and has traveled through more than 20 countries across Europe, Asia, and North America. He is contributor to two recent books: International Practice for Architects and Founder’s Folly. He has a Masters of Architecture degree from Harvard University, a Bachelor’s Degree from Louisiana State University, and has taught at Stanford University. He is a founding Principal of Architecture International, Ltd and was a Principal of The Architects Collaborative, Inc. Here, he shares a tale of arriving in Venice with family.

Venice's Grand Canal. Photo: William J. Higgins

Venice’s Grand Canal. Photo: William J. Higgins

The anticipation built as we approached Venice from Mestre along the narrow causeway. Entering magical Venice by car through the depressingly ugly square, Piazzale Roma, with its hulking parking garage and lines of buses, seems an unfair, cruel introduction to a glittering city. How can this be the gateway to ethereal Venice? But here we are, a family of eight in two rental cars, among the motorists who are naïve enough to endure the long lines at the Piazzale Roma garage.

Having been advised by good friends about the Venice parking challenge, I thought I understood the system. I proceeded to guide my rental car and my sister-in-law’s car behind me to the toll both of the main garage. Upon approaching, I took the parking ticket, and in my best Italian, told the booth attendant that we had two cars and we wished to park near each other. He forwarded me on to the garage attendant, who was the one in charge of our destiny. As I pulled forward and addressed the attendant, I could tell that he had already started to negotiate with me. First, he told me that there were no spaces for any cars. But we had just taken the entry ticket!

Remembering the advice of our friends, I flashed a few thousand lire (this was during the B.E. period, Before Euro). He paused and then waved me on to the left. I did not move. I said that we also had a second car right behind me with more family members including Il Bambina (my then two-year-old niece). He smiled, paused, smiled again, paused, and it was then that I realized that a few additional lire were necessary. After palming his hand with more lire, he walked with our cars to two parking spaces in the far corner of the garage that were now empty due to the absence of the owners who were on holiday. I pulled in and my-sister-in-law pulled in next to me. Voilá! We had technically arrived in Venice. Well, almost.

Our family ranged in age from two to eighty-two and we scurried off to catch the next vaporetto (water bus) to our much anticipated destination, the Piazza San Marco. Towing luggage, we approached the queue for the next vaporetto and were informed by the dock personnel that the next boat to Piazza San Marco was now at the boarding dock to the left. En masse, we moved toward the incoming water bus, each of us scurrying along with our luggage. My father-in-law, Rus, being the gentleman that he is, was carrying his tote bag and that of my mother-in-law. On rusty replaced knees, he was shuffling along the best his eighty-year old legs and three-year old knees would take him.

View of the Grand Canal. Photo: William J. Higgins.

View of the Grand Canal. Photo: William J. Higgins.

As we boarded the vaporetto, Rus was directly behind us and about ready to step onto the boat when the young macho attendant suddenly closed the shin-high gate. The boat immediately pulled from the dock and Rus, loaded with luggage, nearly stepped into the brown murky water of the Grand Canal. My wife yelled, “Papa!” as the vaporetto motored its way down the canal to Piazza San Marco. We all looked at each other and wondered, “Would we ever see dear Papa again?”

Our attention was soon drawn to the Grand Canal and the great scene ahead of us. Boats and vaparetti were motoring every which way along the canal like cars on a street, except there were no lanes or stop signs. We had never experienced anything so captivating. The emotion, the thrill, and the wonder of entering Venice by boat was powerful. Here we were cruising in a vaporetto looking out onto streets that were flooded. Unreal. I glanced over at my Mom, mother-in-law, and wife and saw happy anticipation reflect on their faces as they gazed at the majesty of the Byzantine and Renaissance villas that flanked the Grand Canal. It was like a parade of architectural gems, except that we were the moving float.

Then I looked at my toddler niece, who was carefully cradled between her parents, and saw a special amazement in her eyes, as if she were entering Disneyland for the first time. I wondered what was going through her head, and all I could think of was awesome delight. She was nothing but beaming smiles and welcoming innocence. That is how you should enter Venice.

Upon our arrival at Piazza San Marco, we anxiously waited for the Papa, not knowing if he really knew at which stop to disembark. Many fretful minutes passed before we saw him arriving on the next boat, positioned at the helm, waving to us with a broad grin and filled with the same sense of joy that we had. Papa had arrived in Venice! We all then walked along the Calle Larga XXII Marzo to our quaint hotel a few blocks away, the Hotel Flora. Upon check-in, we immediately went to the nearest café for a beer to relax our feet, and our nerves.

Ready for your own Venetian adventure? Click here for all our journeys to Venice.

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