<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:54:15.414-08:00</updated><category term='Rio'/><category term='Antarctica'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Hillary'/><category term='Mom'/><title type='text'>My life so far</title><subtitle type='html'>Writings of life from the perspective of Waldo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134.post-5864896470782342811</id><published>2008-08-05T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:42:03.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you asked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/SJiGZo5E3cI/AAAAAAAAABk/MpnvMD9vSXs/s1600-h/EPV0010_3903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 374px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/SJiGZo5E3cI/AAAAAAAAABk/MpnvMD9vSXs/s400/EPV0010_3903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078742222495170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I didn't know so many people would be interested in Antarctica. I want to answer all your questions with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What boat did you go on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip was booked on the Marco Polo ship via Orient lines. It was the last Antarctica cruise for the Marco Polo and so many of the people were on the ship just to be on its last voyage. And this was the second and third expedition to Antarctica for many passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marco Polo is like a second home to many passengers. It is a simple, small ship, sailing 850 passengers to far away exotic places. Many wonderful memories, experiences and stories have filled the air of this ship. Alas, the ship has been sold; even after much protest from the faithful, loyal passengers. It no longer sails the seas of Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were you afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cruise ship of the Antarctica contains as many passengers; as they have lifeboats to accommodate. We had 500 passengers; as we only had 10 lifeboats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the ship has a balancing mechanism to keep it from rolling when the seas get rough. I saw Russian ships along the way that did not and at port I heard their passengers got very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, make sure the captain is ICE Certified. We had two captains that were certified. And, our ship was equipped with ice cutting machinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you prepare for the trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim bought me a book, "Antarctica" published by Lonely Planet and it was a great help before and throughout the trip. The pages are worn and tattered now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I returned home a friend bought me a beautiful book, "Antarctica - The Global Warning",&lt;br /&gt;photography and text by Sebastian Copeland. Many of the photos in the book are of the same views and objects taken by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing I did not see the book prior to me taking my pictures; as it would have intimidated me and I would have left my camera in the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise line provides a list of items to take with you. The one problem I had was packing for the different temperatures. I already told you about my tip of taking old clothes that you can throw away along the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise line will also give you a list of food, beverage and health concerns and considerations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a trip, I call the Board of Health and make an appointment. I tell them where I am going, bring my health records and they advise me on what inoculations I need to get before I leave. Give yourself as much time as possible, because there may be time intervals between inoculations and lead time to order the vaccine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few secrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized another tip that would be valuable, especially with the current restriction on luggage weight and number and that is to share your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are traveling with someone who is about your size, you can alternate your heavy clothes and boots between one another. The gender of the clothes does not matter and really the size doesn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise ship will not let you off the ship to board the rubber, Zodiac boat if you are not properly dressed in your survival gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, people have been left at a landing for days, because the weather turned suddenly prohibiting access to the ship. They would not have survived if the clothing rules had been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each cabin is assigned to a color group. The boarding and landings of the Zodiacs is planned a day ahead by color group. The color groups are boarded on a rotating basis; starting early in the morning and continuing throughout the day. A color group that boards early on one day may board late on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest making a request to your ships expedition leader to allow one person in your cabin to go with one color group and the other person in the cabin go with another color group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plan will allow you to share your clothes and reduce at least one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: if you're traveling companion leaves on the first departure; you would leave on the last departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there is another advantage to this plan. Sometimes weather does not permit every departure and some people in cabins are not permitted to go ashore. Using this plan the odds of both of you missing a boarding and landing is reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get approval from the cruise ship line prior to putting the above plan in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the most helpful item on my trip was the walking stick. I didn't bring one with me, but a kind man gave me his. It may have saved a broken leg or worse. You can buy a pair on &lt;a href="http://store.komando.com/p-192-steady-walking-stick.aspx"&gt;Kim's web site store&lt;/a&gt;  and each use one to keep balanced and steady walking through the ice, slush, mud and guano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip was a month long; as I like to get to a country two days before meeting up with the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. Our hotel was the Sheraton and it was right on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;The famous Copacabana Palace Hotel is across from the beach, because years ago a huge avenue was put between the hotel and the beach. I liked the Sheraton better and it was a lot cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise schedule: Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, Cross the Tropic of Capricorn, Itajai, Brazil, sail south on the Atlantic Ocean, Punta Del Este, Uruguay, Montevideo, Uruguay, Buenos Aires, Argentina, Montevideo, Uruguay ( good thing we had 2 planned stops; as the channel was closed on the previous scheduled stop ), south on the Atlantic Ocean, Puerto Madryn, Argentina, south on the Atlantic Ocean, Stanley, Falkland Islands, West Point, Falkland Islands, cruise The Strait of Magellan and Drake Passage ( I remember hearing these words in sixth grade ), cruise Deception and Cuverville Island, Lemaire Channel and Port Lockroy, Paradise Harbor, Half Moon Island, Cape Horn and Drake Passage ( the seas were really rough, only a handful of people at dinner and show ), Ushuaia, Argentina, Iguazu Falls, Argentina, Buenos Aires, Argentina to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South America is wonderful, our U.S. dollar is valuable there currently and it is a fun, exciting place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expedition to Antarctica was a glimpse of simple, unspoiled nature. The animals were unmarked by humans and went about their life as if we did not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans think we are so important in the habitation of the earth, but are we as beautiful as a bird flying across the sea, as gentle as a penguin with its egg, as wondrous as the towering ice burgs, as enduring as the majestic mountains, as loving to nature and the earth as we need to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Waldo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561065157148007134-5864896470782342811?l=waldokomando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/5864896470782342811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561065157148007134&amp;postID=5864896470782342811' title='101 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/5864896470782342811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/5864896470782342811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-you-asked.html' title='Because you asked'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/SJiGZo5E3cI/AAAAAAAAABk/MpnvMD9vSXs/s72-c/EPV0010_3903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>101</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134.post-2754276079645114176</id><published>2008-05-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:18:22.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://summer.komando.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://summer.komando.com/banners/sweeps224x330.jpg" border="0" width="224" height="330" alt="Kim Komando's Spring Into Summer Sweepstakes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561065157148007134-2754276079645114176?l=waldokomando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/2754276079645114176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561065157148007134&amp;postID=2754276079645114176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/2754276079645114176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/2754276079645114176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-daughter.html' title='My daughter'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134.post-3225866418776907364</id><published>2008-02-27T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:49:23.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>On My Way to Antarctica, a Stop in Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R8bvdAylTBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KqeXMdbZTz8/s1600-h/blog+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172084503788997650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px" height="470" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R8bvdAylTBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KqeXMdbZTz8/s400/blog+picture.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viva Rio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio De Janeiro is the former capital and 2nd largest city of Brazil,chief Brazilian port and is famous as a tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 24 hours of fly and wait time, I arrived in Rio. It was about 80 degrees and I was exhausted, hot and my legs were itching me. I met up with the couple that I would be going to the hotel with and the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them to wait while I ran to the ladies room to remove my surgical stockings. They were so gracious and understanding my guilt about delaying their arrival to the comforts of a hotel quickly dissappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the van and the tour guide began telling us about all the individual tours available to us during our two days in Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her about combining them into a 1 day private tour. She said she could do that for a minimum of 4 people. I negotiated the price and asked the couple if they were in and they said Yes and were happy to be included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was meeting us at the hotel and I knew she would go with us. So the next day bright and early we were off to do Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to visit the huge 125 foot statue of Christ the Redeemer that sits on the top of Corcovado mountain. I felt it was special and important that I go there this year as I relayed his message of redemption during the year 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a cable car to Sugar Loaf Mountain. It is located on the mouth of the Guanabere Bay. Rising 1,299 feet it appears to be in the shape of a mound of refined sugar. This famous mountain is reached by a cable car traveling 1,200 feet high, an experience I will never forget; looking down at Rio from the Sugar Loaf is one of the most spectacular sights in this world. The shape of the mountain was copied in the early days as a manner of loading sugar on the vehicles and taking the sugar to market. We also saw monkeys on the ride up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Portuguese captain sailed into Guanabara Bay in January 1502, he thought he was at the mouth of a great river. Hence the name: “River of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Candelaria Church where in July 23, 1993 eight adolescents were massacred by the police. The church is known around Rio de Janeiro for being a makeshift home to perhaps hundreds of homeless children, many of whom are involved with the drugs and prostitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church's personnel provides food, shelter, education and religious advice to as many of these children as possible. The Brazilian police keep a constant vigil on the church's surroundings. To us it was a beautiful church with a few woman and children begging outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw many old and modern churches. The most modern is the Cathedral Metropolitan. It is in the shape of a tent and is all glass, standing 246 feet high and has a standing-room capacity of 20,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Opera House was built in 1817 and is now under reconstruction. With so many other things to do in Rio the operas better be fantastic; if they want an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamengo Park is alive with people in all types of sport gear. It is the largest leisure park in Rio. The people are dedicated to keeping their bodies fit. There is also a WWII memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Copacabana Hotel is very elegant. But, it is across a many laned street from the beach. It was once on the beach, but a promenade or thoroughfare was put in between the hotel and the beach. Our hotel was nice and on the beach; I liked that better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich people moved down for the tops of the mountains to the beaches of Rio many years ago. They left their beautiful homes with views to the poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copacabana, Ipanema and Lebion beaches are occupied by people who want to be seen and people who want to see them. There is not much water activity. They have wonderful sand ball games and beautiful people. The cocanut drinks are heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carnival was not in season, but we went to where the Carnval Dancers are staged and judged. There is a contest each year and the competition is fearce. Before the end of one carnival the people are working on the next one. The air of exuberance is pervasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariocas are fun-loving people, embracing the entire world with their vibrant rhythms. The costumes are a work of art and I tried one on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch downtown in a Brazilian local restaurant (called a Churrascaria. All the food is brought to your table on large skewers. The meat is carved for you and it was hot, cooked just right and very tasty. The vegtables were also on skewers and served in the same manner. You had only to look in the direction of the waiter and the skewers appeared tempting you further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city’s mosaic streets meander along a spectacular beachfront and its buildings are molded around the foothills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day the four of us shared many of lifes experiences. The couple with us were from the south and were married over 47 years. They were so gentle and respectful of themselves, each other and everyone else. I wistfully hoped that is how my husband and I would have been if we were still together physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 17 years of marriage they have one child that they adopted when he was 3 years old. However, they knew him longer, because he was a foster child in her mother's home. The boy is now a man, husband, father and son. They are now proud parents and doting grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love and enjoy every moment of life. How loving, gracious and open they were to take the risk of adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil is suppossed to be dangerous, but we did not find it to be so. If you walk around in expensive jewelery and furs; you may have a problem. I would leave all that home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people want you to enjoy Brazil as much as they do. They love to exercise, dance, shop, dress and enjoy the sunny day, warm water, lovely sand, food, wine and each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561065157148007134-3225866418776907364?l=waldokomando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/3225866418776907364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561065157148007134&amp;postID=3225866418776907364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/3225866418776907364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/3225866418776907364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-my-way-to-antarctica-stop-in-rio-de.html' title='On My Way to Antarctica, a Stop in Rio'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R8bvdAylTBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KqeXMdbZTz8/s72-c/blog+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134.post-59481610994887299</id><published>2008-01-27T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:20:09.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antarctica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary'/><title type='text'>I'm back &amp; better for the experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R50JFmSj5UI/AAAAAAAAABI/LLyj_Qw3bcE/s1600-h/EPV0047_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160290739818849602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R50JFmSj5UI/AAAAAAAAABI/LLyj_Qw3bcE/s400/EPV0047_2390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Wow, what a trip! The Antarctica landings (going from the ship to shore via Zodiacs) were difficult tasks, but very rewarding. I felt I was being prepared by a personal trainer with each landing being more challenging.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The first stop was Port Stanley. We used tender boats (life boats to take us ashore) - nice. And, there was a wonderful town and dock. We saw Upland Geese, Dolphin Gulls, King, Magellanic and Gentoo Penguins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;We even saw a very rare white Leucistic Gentoo Penguin. The white penguins do everything the other penguins do, but they only live 18 years, instead of 30.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;We rode all around in a Land Rover seeing and feeling the rocky terrain and sheep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The next landing was West Point Island in the Falkland Islands/Malvinas to see the Rockhopper and Black-browed Albatross rookery. We used tender boats and there was a lovely new dock that the owners of the island were very proud of. They get 28 cruise ships full of people visiting their island in the summer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The walk to the rookery was a 1/4 mile at a 45 degree angle. It was covered with mud, guano and ice. I got to the top and found there was an equal amount of distance to go under the same conditions and then about a mile and a half of level walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I was cold, nervous and sweating at the same time. I really did not want a broken body part for the rest of the trip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;When suddenly, a gentleman and I do mean gentleman in the truest sense of the word, gave me his walking stick to use. He said it would help and that he would not be using it that day. The walking stick was a bone and rookery seeing saver. God does put people there for me when I need them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I was in such a state that I did not remember what the gentleman looked like. When I got back to the cabin, I cleaned the stick, put a note of appreciation on it and left it in the pre landing meeting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman knocked on our cabin door with the stick and said her husband wanted me to have it. They would not let me pay for it, but I took their name and address; so I could send them something showing my appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, armed with my walking stick, sub zero clothes and Peter Hillary's lectures on survival ringing in my ears, I was finally ready for Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Hillary was a lecturer on our ship and a part of our Antarctic Expedition Team. He is a real adventurer and exciting speaker. If you ever have an opportunity to hear his lectures or read his book - do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father is: Sir Edmund Percival Hillary, was a &lt;a title="New Zealand" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Zealand"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Mountaineering" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountaineering"&gt;mountaineer&lt;/a&gt; and explorer. On &lt;a title="May 29" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_29"&gt;29 May&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="1953" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1953"&gt;1953&lt;/a&gt; at the age of 33, he and &lt;a title="Sherpa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherpa"&gt;Sherpa&lt;/a&gt; mountaineer &lt;a title="Tenzing Norgay" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenzing_Norgay"&gt;Tenzing Norgay&lt;/a&gt; became the &lt;a title="Timeline of climbing Mount Everest" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_climbing_Mount_Everest"&gt;first climbers&lt;/a&gt; known to have reached the summit of &lt;a title="Mount Everest" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Everest"&gt;Mount Everest&lt;/a&gt;. They were part of the ninth British expedition to Everest, led by &lt;a title="John Hunt, Baron Hunt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hunt%2C_Baron_Hunt"&gt;John Hunt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I will post more about this amazing trip soon. I'm off to play with my grandson now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;P.S. Here at home, I am using the walking stick on my walks around the neighborhood. My son-in-law borrowed mine last week for a walk in the snow. It's great to help keep your balance. My daughter Kim got one for herself to use on her hikes up Camelback Mountain. And now, she is selling them on her site named after me -- Waldo's Walking Stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://store.komando.com/p-192-waldos-walking-stick.aspx"&gt;Click here to check them out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561065157148007134-59481610994887299?l=waldokomando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/59481610994887299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561065157148007134&amp;postID=59481610994887299' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/59481610994887299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/59481610994887299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back-better-for-experience.html' title='I&apos;m back &amp; better for the experience'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R50JFmSj5UI/AAAAAAAAABI/LLyj_Qw3bcE/s72-c/EPV0047_2390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134.post-8307615979705002937</id><published>2007-12-03T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:13:03.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antarctica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio'/><title type='text'>I'm in Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R1RsePPpJGI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Ikt4Ukxc9w/s1600-R/j0403205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139852341480596578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="234" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R1RsePPpJGI/AAAAAAAAABA/l58n0f_J61w/s320/j0403205.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are looking for Waldo, I am in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way yesterday morning from Phoenix to Washington DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals at the United Airlines ticket counter in Phoenix were amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked two bags. Each bag weighed in at a whooping 49.5 pounds. Just a mere 8 ounces more and I would have had to pay extra or remove some things.  I probably should have weighed them at the house. But after carrying four kids around, I guess that I got pretty good as estimating weight. If only I weighed 120 pounds again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After landing and waiting in the Dulles airport for 6 long hours, I boarded the flight to Rio and got settled in for a 9 hour and 47 minute flight. I guess because I travel so much but I go right to sleep on planes. Nothing bothers me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined my friend Judith in Rio this morning. We met at a grief support group many years ago. I was dealing with the death of my husband. Judith’s husband had died recently too. We talked, cried, and became fast close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids refer to us as, “Thelma and Louise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a boat sank in Antarctica over the past week, I have to admit, both of us are a little nervous. Those pictures were scary. I don’t move as fast as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have decided that if this trip goes well, we’re off to Jerusalem next. Or maybe Baghdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how much I will be able to blog from the ship. I will try. My daughter Kim gave me two digital cameras, a slew of memory cards and a media storage gizmo. Look forward to tons of pictures and my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all your kind words and prayers. My youngest grandson Ian asked me when I was leaving Phoenix, “Grandma, why do you need to go to Antarctica? It’s not safe. Boats sink there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him like him, Antarctica is one of God’s wonders. And when you experience one of God’s wonders and think how beautiful it is, you are praising God because he made it. I am going to praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian seemed to get this. He’s always been an old soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;Waldo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561065157148007134-8307615979705002937?l=waldokomando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/8307615979705002937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561065157148007134&amp;postID=8307615979705002937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/8307615979705002937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/8307615979705002937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-in-rio.html' title='I&apos;m in Rio'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/R1RsePPpJGI/AAAAAAAAABA/l58n0f_J61w/s72-c/j0403205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134.post-1526074917333553355</id><published>2007-11-11T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:16:55.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 17 degrees today in Antartica, 76 degrees in Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/RzeAqkylXCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B7xKWqtKMpc/s1600-h/penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131711769330670626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/RzeAqkylXCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B7xKWqtKMpc/s320/penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Packing for Antarctica is exciting. I need two completely different types of clothing. One for 70 degree weather and the other for 30 degrees below zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In packing, I am being introduced to all types of clothing I never thought that I would wear. Let’s see, already I have in my suitcase long johns, a ski jacket, hat, scarf, googles, oops, I mean ski goggles, gloves and 14-inch high rubber fishing boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is a vision of me standing on the ship all dressed in my bought and borrowed gear not being able to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually happened to me with my then 6-year-old daughter Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in New Jersey and we were having a big north easterner snow storm. Kathy wanted to go out and play in the snow. After she was dressed; she stood on the porch and cried out, "Help! I can't move." The poor child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bags will be heavy going to Brazil, but light coming back. I will let you in on a little secret of mine for packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the year, I put aside my clothes that have a Clorox stain, a tear here or there, a little fading, failed elastic, pajamas that don't quite fit or time dated writings (Happy New Year 2000) for my vacation wardrobe. My kids laugh at the picture of me in front of the Taj Majal. I was wearing a tee-shirt with the words “Las Vegas” across the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pack these things to be worn one last time, and then thrown away during the trip. There are many advantages for this strategy. For starters, peddlers, hawkers and thieves don't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luggage is freed up for all the new information I gather about the people and places visited. I don't need to carry dirty, smelly clothes around with me. And, when I unpack at home it much easier and more rewarding. I do wonder what the Transportation Security Administration - TSA people think when they go through my luggage on the way out. They probably call to one another saying things like, "Bag Lady Traveling" or "This old gal can hardly afford any clothes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone adopts this strategy, even if you put the items in the waste paper basket in the cabin or hotel room, do one more thing. Leave a note on the stack of clothes saying, "I am discarding these items" and date and sign the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing so will cause the cabin or hotel cleaning person to neatly fold the items and try to return them to you. On checkout, I have had parcels of clothes returned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been wonderful reading all your comments. My four children are all in helping people careers. And, I am their most frequent client. I am happy when Kim answers one of your questions and it is the same question that I had but did not think to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561065157148007134-1526074917333553355?l=waldokomando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/1526074917333553355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561065157148007134&amp;postID=1526074917333553355' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/1526074917333553355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/1526074917333553355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-17-degrees-today-in-antartica-76.html' title='It&apos;s 17 degrees today in Antartica, 76 degrees in Phoenix'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/RzeAqkylXCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/B7xKWqtKMpc/s72-c/penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561065157148007134.post-6633604220298470315</id><published>2007-11-04T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T07:53:27.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/RzJdbUylW_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/j3Sc7yStTa4/s1600-h/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130265649547140082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/RzJdbUylW_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/j3Sc7yStTa4/s320/Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What am I doing here? How many times I have asked myself that question during my life? And the answer is, whatever I am feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the time a Chinese news reporter in Bejing suddenly pushed a microphone in my face and harshly asked, “Why you here?” At first, I was startled at the variation of the very same question I had asked myself so many times. But I quickly recovered and said, “I am here to visit your culture and to understand that our true desires are basically the same.” She liked that answer. I made the nightly news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Brooklyn, New York, the first child of a young couple who rejoiced at my birth in the late 1930s. They were trying to start a family for over two years. They finally decided to take a weekend in Lake George, New York and it was there that I was conceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why they didn’t call me Georgiana or Georgia. Instead, they named me Virginia. I guess they got their geography mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often look at my feet and think of all the places they have been. If I knew what was in store for them, I would have taken much better care of them. Each crease depicts yet another journey they have carried me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married a handsome fellow who got a job with the airlines and it was cheaper to travel than stay home. And, boy oh boy, travel we did. We went first class on the airline and stayed in Motel Six when Motel Six really meant $6.00 a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children love to travel as well in their careers and countries. My first child, my son Richard, is a Financial Advisor. This is really his sixth career. I also have three daughters. Christine is a Psychologist – Educational Assessment. She started as a teacher and now is in business for herself. Kathy is a Chief Nursing Officer who she started as a nurse in the emergency room when she was 18. My daughter &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.komando.com/"&gt;Kim hosts a national radio show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about living into today’s digital life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's the one that got me into this blog-thing. I guess I am the one that got her into computers. She started in computers by going to work with me when she was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work at Bell Laboratories in 1975 and they had no sick time. They let me bring Kim in when she was not able to go to school. I would give her some medicine, she would put her head on the desk and go to sleep. And when she woke up, she would play with Unix on the Bell Labs' computers. The rest is history, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have traveled to many places in the United States, including Hawaii and Alaska. I also love to venture all over the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passports have stamps from Russia, China, India, Greece, Galapagos Islands, Ecuador, Germany, France, England, New Zealand, and Australia. Then there are the visits to Canada, Spain, Italy, Portugal, Wales, Africa, Egypt, Turkey, Mexico, and Singapore. I've also traveled extensively throughout Thailand, Belgium, Netherlands, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Tibet, Ireland, Scotland, Tahiti, the Caribbean Islands, Costa Rica, Hong Kong, a Cruise through the Panama Canal, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll be spending time in Brazil and then onto Antartica. And this is why my family calls me, "Waldo." They often wonder where in the world I am or will be heading to next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me why I travel so much. The truth is that I am not searching for anything. I just enjoy experiencing what different people do with what they are born into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could imagine a kid from Brooklyn would have a life like mine? Only God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3561065157148007134-6633604220298470315?l=waldokomando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/feeds/6633604220298470315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3561065157148007134&amp;postID=6633604220298470315' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/6633604220298470315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3561065157148007134/posts/default/6633604220298470315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waldokomando.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-life-so-far_04.html' title='My life so far'/><author><name>Momma Komando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335850120845717044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_idMqfuokaeY/RzJdbUylW_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/j3Sc7yStTa4/s72-c/Mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry></feed>
