Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Boats for Florida's Tight Marinas

New Smyrna Beach

If you're ever in the area just north of New Smyrna Beach, Florida, from relatively calm water along the Intracoastal Waterway (ICW), then you know it's a terrific area for boaters. It's also a great place for spotting some of the finest boats in the world that are capable of finely maneuvering some of the tightest corners for their size. It takes a skillful maneuver between the tightly packed waves to keep boats from getting swamped. Timing’s everything in a situation like this, and there isn't too much room for error.

Most fishermen wouldn't take a bay boat out in even moderately rough conditions. But it’s nice to have a hull that gives you the option. The 243’s deep-V has a 21-degree deadrise at the transom for rough-water running, but its draft is still 16 inches — making it usable for bonefishing or going after stripers in the rocks, and making it seem like you're doing some pontoon boating.

The windshield is the first feature to catch your eye on the 243, part of the optional hardtop. It’s a nifty item since it slides up and down, offering either weather protection or a wide-open window on the dog days. The standard helm seat/leaning post is also functional, since it has a wide bolster that either lets you lean against it in rough water or sit down for the long haul.

The boat is rated to hold 13 people, which is more a function of the foam flotation than the actual seating or fishing room on board. You could accommodate four adults fairly comfortably, five in a pinch, for any long-distance trips. The boat has storage space for 22 rods, which could be a bit overkill, unless you’re after different species. The hard-top also has four rocket launchers.

The boat, as noted, runs very nicely on both flat water and out in the chop. With a 225-hp Yamaha 4-stroke, a top end of 44.6 mph is reached. Everglades offers either Yamaha or Honda power on the 243. With the 225 Yamaha, according to the company, it runs at 26.4 mph at 3.9 mpg. It’s rated up to 300 hp. There are standard features worth noting on the boat, including the 6-inch stainless-steel cleats, lighted 32-gallon livewell, and red LED courtesy lights for night fishing. These lights are a handy item since they allow free movement without fish being alerted. The boat is loaded with fishing-friendly amenities, some originating from the company’s owners, the Doughertys.

In its ads, Everglades has been strongly pushing its father/son founders, Bob and Steve Dougherty, as industry-leading innovators. Another case of marketing hype? Not quite. Bob Dougherty had an impressive track record in helping build Boston Whaler during its early years into the powerhouse it became. Steve leaves a favorable impression on you, too, as he takes you around the facility in Edgewater, Florida. He points to a mockup of a new center console/hardtop that’ll be standard on Everglades’ new 28-footer. The center-console concept is like a futuristic mini-pilothouse, with automobile-style windshields that open fore and aft, Jeep-panel doors that slide out and even air-conditioning. The huge space forward has a head, Corian countertops and vanity. “Father and I worked on fresh ideas in order to make this boat unique,” says the younger Dougherty. “We wanted to be different from everyone else.”

In reality, the console could potentially be a tough sell, or it might be copied by competitors as the next great breakthrough. But the point is that at least it’s trying new ideas, walking the innovation talk. That’s also the case with Everglades’ proprietary RAMCAP building process, which has literally turned traditional boatbuilding inside-out.

Instead of building a mold and laying up fiberglass, Everglades pre-cuts and shapes the hull out of 6-pound structural urethane core foam (it has a higher density than the 1.8-pound flotation foams typically used by other boat-builders). Once shaped, Everglades then puts the core (the foam shape plus stringers) into a vacuum mold where they apply resin and fiberglass to form a “unibond” shape. The result is a single structure, which Everglades claims is unsinkable. Other foam-heavy builders work in the opposite direction, first creating a fiberglass skin, then injecting foam into a mold. That process can allow air voids to form inside the skin, which could potentially compromise structural integrity as well as creating a pock-marked fit and finish.

There are no fiberglass burrs or rough edges, even on the interiors. Everglades bills the 243 as a fishing boat that a family would love, but that may be stretching it a bit. The 19-inch gunwales are too low to have a small child on board, and the only seating besides the helm seat and front cooler seat are two flip-up seats
at the transom. There’s no way you’d allow a small child back there. But hats off to the designers for these seats, since they allow the transom to be used as a rear casting platform.

Fishing is what this boat is all about, really, and how it should be marketed. The bow area offers a good casting platform, with a 75-gallon in-floor fish box with macerator pump. Low, powder-coated bowrails offer an element of safety, but you could also use them as toerails if you want to stand on the gunwales and cast. The large livewell aft has a green-tinted Plexiglas lid so you can see baitfish without having to lift the lid every time. There are lots of nice little touches.

Fishing amenities abound. But in the end, it all comes down to the ride. You've been on earlier bay boats before, and some ran a little wetter than you’d like. By rights, you both should’ve been dripping wet — especially with you at the helm. But there’s very little spray on the windshield. 

Friday, February 1, 2013

Toronto Travel Deals and Destinations

The CN Tower and the Toronto Harbor viewed fro...
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Canadian city of Toronto is one of the most diverse in the world, with more than 100 languages and dialects being spoken there. Toronto attractions include the St. Lawrence Market, one of the world’s best food markets, Casa Loma, the Royal Ontario Museum, the CN Tower and so on. (Read more about these attractions in this Top 5 Places to Visit in Toronto article.) You can get great Toronto travel deals with a little detective work and research.

If you want to do some Toronto sightseeing, you can always get on one of the `Jump on and Jump off' antique bus tours that take you to the best attractions, sites, shopping places and events. Another place to put on your Toronto places to visit list is Niagara Falls, to which operators offer daily trips. Other Toronto attractions include the various amusement/theme parks, art galleries, casinos, sports venues, theaters and waterfront locations. All these make Toronto sightseeing an unforgettable experience.

A good way of finding the best Toronto travel deals is by searching various deal sites with travel getaways like Groupon. Off-season is your best bet for getting the really cheap deals, but it can get a bit chilly then. With a little patience, you can get fantastic Toronto travel deals even in the peak of the tourist season! Additionally, if you're coming from the States, trains are a great mode of travel worth looking into. Many rail tours are less expensive than flying or driving, especially when you factor in the cost of gas and parking. Regardless of how you get there, Toronto is a playground for people of all ages and interests worth exploring.

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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Climbing in Longsheng China

Bergdorf bei Longsheng (China) wo die Yao inmi...

Day two of my weekend trip to the Guangxi province found me taking a full day trip to Longsheng to view the Longji (dragon spine, I think) rice terraces. The area is populated by the Miao people; a very small minority in China that is diminishing in numbers every year.  The traditional family of the Miao includes 4 to 6 children but this is not so anymore. Thanks to the child policies of the Chinese government the Miao are restricted to only 2 children per family. With more and more young men leaving for the big cities every year, it is only a matter of time before the Miao disappear. One interesting thing to note about the Miao people is that they are the “longest-haired village in the world” as quoted by a sign outside the village. It definitely adds a unique aspect to the village and to me it seemed like another one of those many odd, quirky, incredible things about China that makes it so great. You can get a sense of these people through language translation services, but you really need to spend time with them to get a true sense of their culture and customs. 

The night before (Saturday night) and Sunday night I stayed on the floor of a college student, Leo, in Guilin.  I found Leo through an amazing networking site called CouchSurfing.  I had never met Leo before but nevertheless he agreed to host me for two nights in his dorm room.  The CouchSurfing community is absolutely incredible; the people I have interacted with through this site have all been very nice and generous with their time, utilities, and accommodations.  Some people may be wary of agreeing to sleep in the apartment/house of a complete stranger and that is completely understandable.  However there are some precautions you can take to ensure that you are staying with a legitimate CouchSurfer and not some creep.  Anyway, being that it was my first time CouchSurfing I did not know what to expect but it turned out to be a great experience.  From now on I look forward to more CouchSurfing around the country and to hosting CouchSurfers right here in Xi’an.  I know it will lead to some great new friends and some great experiences.

Like so many occasions during my time here in China, I had no idea what to expect upon going to Longsheng.  We were treated to a performance by the Miao people which was a bit kitschy and touristy but it ended up highly amusing at the end when they reenacted a marriage ceremony with volunteers from the crowd.  Not much to say about it, it was vaguely interesting but not a mind blowing experience.  One interesting thing is that for some odd reason the Miao women show their love for you by pinching your butt.  The women formed a gauntlet leading out of the building so that everyone (including yours truly) from the audience got a good tushy squeeze. This is China, right?

From there we headed up the mountain and truly it was not what I was expecting.  There are literally rice terraces everywhere.  All up and down the surrounding mountains.  I mean these guys are industrious.  A lot of the terraces went unused and some seemed nearly inaccessible.  Being an engineer I found myself questioning the point of putting in all that hard work to create a terrace half-way up a mountain that is probably never going to be used.  Regardless, it definitely had a breath-taking effect on me.  Unfortunately pictures just don’t do the landscape justice.  I think it’s one of those things you really need to go and see for yourself to truly appreciate the magnitude and beauty of the place.  But until you manage to make it there (and you definitely should) hopefully these pictures will give you an idea of what it’s like.

After the previous day of biking and climbing my legs were none too pleased with ascending another mountain (don’t worry, it got worse the next day) but I forced myself to climb to the top alongside all the other tourists.  My body ached and protested and muttered some unprintables at me.  Completely ignoring it, I made it to the top and was paid off with some great views of the surrounding area despite the overcast day.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

A Few Facts on Switzerland

Banknotes of the Swiss franc
Switzerland is quite the fascinating country that everyone should visit at some time in their lives. It's so fascinating, that we decided to put together a few fun facts about Switzerland to spark up some traveling excitement!

  • Switzerland is one of countries in Europe that did not adapt to use the Euro for currency, but use instead the Swiss Franc. Other European countries that don't use the Euro include the United Kingdom, Denmark, Norway and Sweden.
  • Switzerland is recognized as a hub for business activity and scientific achievement. The largest Large Hadron Collider in the world was recently completed in Switzerland.
  • Switzerland has four national languages: French, German, Italian and Romansch. It is uncommon to find someone who can only speak one language in Switzerland.
  • Switzerland is also known as Confoederatio Helvetica, which explains the .ch on their websites.
  • Switzerland has a great deal of climate variations, and usually holds a more consistent temperature throughout the year relative to its neighbors.
Interested in visiting? I would recommend staying in hostels, like the Backpackers Villa Sonnenhof, Interlaken, a hostel in Interlaken Switzerland. Safe and happy travels!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Bulgaria



You really need a car to get around in this part of the world. I eventually returned my Eurailpass unused because there basically are no trains running in the Balkans. I walked across the border from Romania to Bulgaria, hoping to find a guy on the other side that would take me to civilization for a reasonable price and not leave my lifeless body in a ditch somewhere, even though he didn’t speak any English. Remarkably, I did, and soon I was in Varna at the bus station looking at my map and guide book trying to figure out where to go next. A college kid sat down next to me and suggested Veliko Tarnovo, and it turned out that the next bus was leaving soon, so I got on it. 

I was somewhat relieved to see that Bulgaria is trying hard to join the Western world. Bulgaria is not a land of peasants and scammers. Bulgaria has fashion and industry. People seem to be working and pulling ahead. There are miles and miles of sunflowers, all with their heads turned in the same direction. 


Veliko Tarnovo is a nice little town where no one speaks a word of English except the real-estate agents, who have been selling apartments and farms to the Brits in the past few years. Real Estate is booming as more Brits arrive and make the locals rich by paying 10,000 pounds for an apartment. Next year it will be twice that. 

In Bulgaria, everyone over the age of 14 must smoke cigarettes. I was lucky they didn’t throw me in jail for not smoking. Even though smoking is not allowed on the buses, the driver of my bus to Sofia smoked five cigarettes in three hours, and the tour guide woman smoked two. Fortunately, no one else smoked on the bus. Sofia is a complete write-off. Can’t imagine why anyone would go there. But I think the Bulgarians might make it into the EU – I think they have the entrepreneurial drive and the social desire to go forward, not back. So far, so good – I had been spending most of my time in interesting tourist places, not in the big ugly cities. I took a bus to Skopje and found myself in the middle of Macedonia… 


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Why Traveling is the Worst!

Air France operations at Charles de Gaulle air...(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I found this hilarious article the other day. If you know the author please let me know!

I hate traveling!!! I lay sleepless for nights before I have to embark on a intercontinental journey (and I have had quite a few of them the past few years; eight to be more exact). It is always such a hassle traveling alone. Always. Never goes wrong. This time around I made a point of bringing as little luggage as possible to make traveling as easy as possible, but it hardly made a difference. I did not sleep more than two or three hours between Saturday and Sunday. I got up at 5.30 am on Sunday, took a long shower, ate some oatmeal and my last perishable dairy food (i.e. yoghurt). Then I called a taxi. At 7.25 am the shady old car that was my taxi drove up the driveway and a filthy slob (the driver) got out to help me get my way too heavy bag into the trunk. He asked me to sit in the front seat as he had a few more people to pick up before he was going to drop me off at the Greyhound bus station in Lewiston. Of course the front seat was filthy as well. As soon as I reluctantly sat down the slob driver sped away in the opposite direction of the bus station. In some working class neighborhood not too far away from Bates he picked up a guy that was so fancy (at least the seemed to think so himself). He could have been taken off the streets of Borås, my trend-sensitive hometown in Sweden, but more likely a street in a trend-sensitive Eastern European country as his outfit was slightly out of fashion (of course no Mainer would ever recognize this). Still, he is probably the first male with a sense of European fashion that I have encountered thus far in Lewiston, Maine. The slob driver obviously thought that he was gay and did not pay him any attention at all and started talking to me about where I was going:

Slob driver: So are you off to family for the 4th of July?
Me: No I am going to Boston to fly home for the summer.
Slob driver: Really? Where do you live?
Me: Sweden.
Slob driver:…
Me: It is in Europe. Northwestern Europe. Do you know where Norway is? Russia?
Slob driver: I know where Europe is.

That is our entire conversation transcribed. After half a minute of awkward silence the fancy Mainer asked in a very Maine way: “Eeh, would you mind stopping somewhere where I can buy some smokes?” (After this I seized to consider him fancy anymore: It was clear that he was just another Mainer although he was wearing nice clothes).
Stopping at the Greyhound station I paid $3.00, the smoker paid $4.00. Entering the newly built terminal I found the ticket counter closed: the metal divider that protects the Greyhound workers from the Lewiston locals was closed and I started to feel a little anxious. Turns out that the divider is broken and that the place was not closed. Hence I approached the counter where I had to bend down so that I could talk to the lady behind the divider through the money slot in the counter. Like a fool I stood there screaming my ticket preferences with every lonely soul (homeless people?) in the terminal staring at me. Somehow I managed to acquire the right ticket and I stepped outside and stood next to the fashionable Mainer while I waited for the bus to come. I fell asleep on the (smelly) bus and did not wake up until we were on that new fancy bridge that looks like a ship leading into downtown Boston. Everyone but me and a very sweet woman from South Africa got off at the South Station. We sat together chatting on the way to Logan Airport. She told me that she is a swimming instructor in Cape Town and that she has swum across the English Channel. I asked her if she swims in the ocean off Cape Town. She said that she did upon which I asked if she is afraid of the many great white sharks that inhabit the area. She wasn’t. She gave me her business card in case I ever stopped by Cape Town (I wish!). A URL was listed on the card and I figured I’d provide it: www.alternativeplace.co.za . She was a very nice lady who I would have liked to talk to some more but unfortunately I lost her at the airport.
Oh the airport. Dreaded Logan Airport. This is probably the worst international airport that I have encountered so far (Charles De Gaulle is horrible as well but at least it looks good). The international terminal (Terminal E) looks good in at first but soon it becomes evident that this airport has very little to offer its visitors: one make-up store, one convenience store, and one over priced café. They call the area where these outlets are located “AirMall” or something like that and it has some ridiculous slogan like: Everything you need. No, Airmall has nothing that I need nor want. Inside the ticket-holders only area there is also a decent bookstore and a restaurant and probably some other store that I overlooked. This area is immensely ugly and a hassle to wait in as there always seems to be fewer seats than waiting passengers. Logan is also a very unorganized airport: The boarding for my flight (Air France) and a British Airways flight (the adjacent gate) started at the same time and as there was no system for queuing in place a huge crowd gathered in front of the two gates. People pushed and squeezed and did everything to get ahead in the line. In this chaos some passengers bound for Air France unknowingly ended up in the line for the British Airways flight and vice versa. Getting onboard was a very unpleasant experience of squeezing and pushing around, and of course being pushed around. It is at times like that I wish I had some more money so that I could afford business class tickets rather than shady economy class tickets. Air France refers to their economy class alternative as “Tempo”. This neat name is not characteristic of Air France, arguably the slowest airline in the world.
On board I was pleased to find the seats to be much more comfortable than I remembered from previous flights—the seats are roomy and have a neat entertainment center thingy. I have made a habit of sleeping my way across the Atlantic and did not manage things differently this time around either. I was very comfortable the whole flight and although I hate transferring at de Gaulle, the comfort on board motivates me to choose Air France over Iceland Air, my only price-wise, competitive alternative flying to Logan.
We arrived in Paris slightly behind schedule and knowing how outrageously confusing the de Gaulle airport is I worried that I was not going to make my connect flight to Copenhagen. I rushed through the terminal guided by the ambiguous map with even more ambiguous drawings on it on the ticket. Because the French have made a point of not putting up any signs in their airport aiding foreign transfer visitors I had to run up to complete strangers at several occasions and make use of my rusty school French: “Terminal D?” Of course I did not understand anything of the French answers besides à gauche and à droit (left and right). Somehow I managed to get to my transfer gate before it had opened and I was among the first people to sit down on the Copenhagen- bound airplane. Luckily a nice guy from South Africa and Denmark (he was a Dane living in Cape Town since several years back) sat down next to me and was willing to carry a conversation. We spent the hour that the plane spent on ground awaiting late transfer arrivals from Hong Kong and Atlanta discussing current South African politics and the (in both our minds) ridiculous waste of money of renaming Pretoria, the capital city, when there are tons of other posts of expenditure that logically and rationally should be prioritized. I enjoyed the conversation. We took off an hour or so too late, arrived late to Copenhagen, and on top of this the luggage claim conveyor belts were all in use by other airlines so we had to wait for about 45 minutes before the luggage from our flight even got on the belt. My one piece of luggage showed up fairy early and at 11.00 am or so on Monday I exited into the waiting hall at Kastrup (Copenhagen’s airport) where I reunited with mom, dad, and my little sister. Back in Scandinavia. Finally!