Zaandam, those lizards are big …

by Christine Salins on January 5, 2012

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It’s fitting that my close encounter with the Komodo dragon has taken place as we herald in the Year of the Dragon.

As you will have read from my earlier blog posts, we’ve been sailing from Sydney to Singapore on board the Holland America Line cruise ship, Zaandam.

One of the motivating factors for me in undertaking this cruise was the opportunity to see the Komodo dragon in its natural habitat.

It’s been a long-held dream of mine to go to Komodo but this remote island in Indonesia isn’t the easiest place in the world to get to. When I saw that it was one of the ports of call for the Zaandam, the cruise had my name written all over it.

Why the fascination with this creature, which is really just an enormous monitor lizard? Well, for starters, it’s the largest lizard on the planet, all 70 kilos or so of it. Some have been known to grow up to 3 metres long.

It’s an impressive looking animal, being a relic of the dinosaur era with a ferocious looking tongue that it spits out constantly. It emits a toxic venom that can kill an adult (and it’s a cannibalistic animal that eats its own young). Needless to say, the young ones spend a lot of time up in the trees to avoid being eaten.

The Komodo dragon feeds mainly on water buffalo, deer and other prey – we saw a couple of deer sitting nonchalantly in the sun, oblivious to the fate that would most likely await them.

It will generally steer clear of humans but let’s not forget it is a wild animal, so there’s no guarantee. I can’t begin to tell you what a rush of adrenalin it was to see this mammoth animal rushing up the path toward our tour group, before it was herded out of the way by a ranger armed only with a long forked stick.

“Get off the path,” roared the guides before we were just as suddenly ordered to get back on the path as the animal decided on a detour.

Interestingly, we were warned in a letter to all passengers that we should not go ashore at Komodo if we had open wounds or cuts, or if female guests were experiencing their menstrual cycle. This is because the animal has a keen sense of smell that can detect blood for several miles.

According to our affable guide, Yuyen, there are about 1200 Komodo dragons still in existence on the Indonesian islands, though Wikipedia puts the number between 4000 and 5000. In Yuyen’s experience, you’re actually more likely to see them on neighbouring Rinca Island.

But it’s to Komodo Island we’ve come and so here we are, getting up close and personal with not just one, but six, of these creatures in the wild.

Later in the day, we visited Kampung Komodo, the only village on the island, populated by just one or two thousand people who lead a pretty well subsistence lifestyle, living in ramshackle houses on stilts near the water’s edge (or in many cases with the water flowing right in underneath, so that their fishing boats can be easily launched).

They survive almost entirely on fishing and life is extremely tough for them, especially since the declaration of Komodo National Park, as it has limited the resources they can gather. So as with many communities around the world that are similarly challenged, tourism provides a much-needed source of revenue.

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Starry, Starry Night

by Christine Salins on January 2, 2012

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On board the cruise ship, Zaandam, I’m enjoying some quiet moments in the library during our days at sea. It’s a great library, certainly the best of any of the cruise ships I’ve sailed on.

I’m not so enamoured of some of the other venues on the ship – the seats in the main theatre, the Mondriaan Lounge, are untiered and not very comfortable, while the Canaletto purports to be a fine dining Italian restaurant but, cheekily, the space has simply been carved out of the buffet restaurant and the food is better at my local Italian in Canberra.

The library, however, is a class act. It’s got great big leather lounges poised in front of big glass windows so you can be lulled by the ship’s rhythm as you watch the great expanse of the ocean gently unfold. Each picture window has a poinsettia on the ledge, a nice festive touch.

There are plenty of computers to help you stay in touch with the outside world and the neighbouring Explorations Cafe sells a range of specialty coffees – a great idea if the coffee wasn’t so ordinary!

The shelves are crammed with a wonderful selection of board games, magazines and books on a diverse array of topics – travel, art, food etc etc. I could happily sit here all day if there weren’t so many other things to do. Ah, the demands of shipboard life…

One of the books I’ve borrowed from the library – how cool is it to be able to borrow books? – is Far Flung and Well Fed: The Food Writing of R.W.Apple Jr. It’s a collection of stories by the late New York Times reporter, R.W. (“Johnny”) Apple, who wrote so eloquently about his epicurean adventures around the globe.

It’s the perfect book to read on board as each story is a bite-sized morsel that can easily be devoured when you can barely stay awake after a shore excursion to some exotic port of call or a busy day on board the ship – I did say this shipboard life is a demanding one, didn’t I?

In his introduction to the book, Apple writes that the French are the world’s master chefs, “although the Australians, with their magnificent raw materials and stunning ability to blend East and West, are giving the French a run for their money lately”.

I’ve had cause to reflect on that over the past week of sailing on board the Zaandam because I think we Aussies have come to expect a high standard of dining as a result. And I don’t think the ship has always delivered the 5-star experience that its price tag suggests.

Certainly the menus are pretty amazing with a wide choice of beautifully presented dishes – including roast goose on Christmas eve – but there’s a blandness to many of the dishes (without the robust Asian flavours that Aussies have come to love), too many dishes have been overcooked and I’m not sure how much sourcing of Australian product there’s been.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such tiny scallops and the shrimp are small, watery things – not the big succulent sweet prawns that would be more fitting as we sail these tropical waters.

Some of the best dishes on the menu have been the simplest, like the French onion soup which is a menu staple. And despite all the elaborate dishes, like the lobster thermidor we had on New Year’s Eve, I reckon the best meal we’ve had so far was the one we had last night.

A simple rib eye of beef, it was perfectly cooked with a nice crust on the outside and nicely pink on the inside. Succulent and juicy, flavoursome meat with a delicious jus.

Dessert bowled me over too. A delicate raspberry mousse, it wasn’t too sweet or creamy but just a lovely wobbly little number with the unmistakable taste of summer raspberries. It was served with a little chocolate soldier – a sweet touch and a nice surprise.

The Rotterdam dining room is very grand and its name is significant for me, as my late dad was born in Rotterdam. We shared a big table with strangers who had interesting stories to tell, and in the centre of the table was a gorgeous flower arrangement of fresh carnations and lillies.

High above us, the ceiling twinkled with little stars. This is definitely the good life.

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Christmas With A Dutch Touch

by Christine Salins on December 25, 2011

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly …

Everyone on the Zaandam knows Christmas has arrived because the halls are decked, not exactly with holly but certainly with lots of Yuletide paraphernalia.

We set sail from Sydney on the evening of December 23 on Holland America Line’s 16-night Great Barrier Reef Explorer cruise to Singapore.

It’s not a particularly big ship as far as cruise ships go, with just over 1400 passengers on board. At various times, such as when we’re strolling around the promenade deck late at night, it seems like we are the only people on board.

At other times, such as during the mad scramble for a dinner table, it feels very crowded indeed. We’ve yet to get the hang of this “open” dining system which doesn’t seem to be very open at all, as whenever our little group wants a table, they always seem to be booked.

We’re in the bowels of the ship, on deck one, in a windowless stateroom – our choice as we only plan to be in our room to sleep and the money can be better spent elsewhere.

We have a spacious bathroom and loads of cupboard space but the king-sized bed is two single beds pushed together – and it feels like it. It’s very comfortable unless you want to cross the divide.

The decor of our stateroom is unremarkable and not in keeping with the public areas of the ship, which are more elegant. The ship has a musical theme, with Bill Clinton’s saxophone and Freddie Mercury’s guitar among the instruments on display.

I love the giant Dutch organ in the atrium and, with Dutch-Australian blood flowing through my veins, I’m feeling very at home with Captain Scoonhoven at the helm, the Dutch flag flying on the ship’s mast, and the many Dutch touches around the ship, especially those with a Christmas theme.

There are clogs decorated with pictures of Saint Nick, Christmas trees festooned with blue and white Delft ornaments, and a mini village of gabled canal houses around the organ in the atrium. Yes, I feel right at home!

Christmas lunch was a fairly subdued affair while the ship was docked in Brisbane – clearly management are unaware that for most Aussies, Christmas lunch is a big deal.

Much more effort went into Christmas dinner which included roast turkey with all the trimmings, but it was the usual hassle to get a table.

By the time we were seated, it was around 8.30 and the ship had left the sanctuary of the Brisbane River and was entering choppy waters – so choppy that plates were flying everywhere and Titanic images started coming to mind.

The crockery in the Rotterdam dining room is an elegant white with navy blue and gold trim, and I shudder to think how many plates were lost this Christmas evening.

Now, as we sail north, the reef promises shelter and the captain, with his calm, reassuring manner, doesn’t seem concerned about a couple of cyclones hanging around northern Australia.

So here we are, all at sea. Merry Christmas.

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