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Photo Friday: English Camp

English Camp, Union Jack, San Juan Island, Pig War

Yes, folks, that is a Union Jack flying over sovereign American territory under the permission of the U.S. government. The flag and flagpole were provided by Her Majesty’s Government as a sign of friendship. This flag of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland flies over English Camp on the San Juan Islands. (You’ll excuse me for using the full title of the U.K. – being an Irish expat I’ve had to explain the political subtleties of the British Isles more times than I’d care to count. I find it’s helpful to be explicit).

San Juan Island

English Camp, on the north-westerly side of San Juan Island is half of the San Juan Island National Historic Park, the other half being American Camp which lies on a south-easterly promontory. These sites were where the English and American garrisons respectively encamped during the negotiations over sovereignty of the Islands. This historical blip is known as the Pig War (1859 – 1872) since the matter of which flag really should fly over the San Juans was brought to a head when an American settler killed a trespassing pig owned by the Hudson Bay Company in June 1859.

Where else does the Union Jack fly in the USA?

When we visited English Camp over Labor Day weekend we chatted to one of the friendly rangers about the history of the place. During the conversation, he mentioned that English Camp is one of two places in the U.S. where the National Park Service flies the Union Jack on it’s own. Do you know the name of the other park? Leave your guess in the comments below.

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wandering in the market in turkish nicosia

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BigB, Lefkosia (Turkish Nicosia)

Nicosia/Lefkosia is an interesting and intriguing place to visit which is unfortunately missed by many people who fly into Limassol or Paphos and head straight for the beaches. We based ourselves in Paphos for most of our time in Cyprus, but prior to the trip, once I learned that it is possible to cross the ‘green line’ – the border which bisects the island into Greek and Turkish areas – I was eager to visit both sides of the capital city.

With temperatures at or near 40 degrees Celsius (over 100F) for the duration of our visit, it was a challenging but worthwhile trip. We got lost looking for the border crossing and ended up asking a UN border guard where to go. Our kids were not quite sure that asking directions from someone in uniform holding a sub-machine gun was a good idea. The conversation which ensued, on the role and function of the UN was something which would be difficult to slip into everyday conversation.

Crossing the border at Ledra Street requires walking about 1/4 mile through a UN-maintained no man’s land. The buildings on either side of the street are pockmarked with bullet-holes and are dilapidated and crumbling. The absence of commercial activity between the border points is eerie. This was something the boys reacted to immediately. Even with the heat they wanted to run ahead to ‘get out of this area’.

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My boys and I exploring Nicosia/Lefkosia (Lonely Planet Cyprus guidebook in hand!)

Turkish Nicosia is just getting used to having (Western) visitors wandering through the streets. Currency was an issue – no dollars or euros accepted – and language was an issue – no-one in any cafe, bar or restaurant spoke english. It was good for our kids to see how we managed with this and how the turkish cypriots we interacted with were somewhat diffident, but friendly. The minarets of the Selimiye Mosque are visible from pretty much anywhere in Nicosia/Lefkosia. However, as we wandered around Lefkosia, we passed many buildings flying the red flag of the Turkish Republic of North Cyprus and the call to prayers was closer and seemed more immediate. The mosque, having been originally built as a Christian church at the time of the Crusades and modified, maintained or added to by the Genoese, the Mamluks, the Venetians and the Ottomans is a fitting visual summary of the history of Cyprus.

We mostly followed the walking tour described in the Lonely Planet Cyprus guidebook which is about a three-mile walk around the old city. There are 15 stops/sights marked on the tour all of which are totally feasible to visit with kids. My favorite stop was the Buyuk Han, an intact and barely-modified example of a medieval han (inn) where we stopped for drinks about midway through our wanders. It wasn’t hard to imagine being a road-weary traveler in the 16th century, arriving here to stable horses and find a room for the night.

This post started as a short, photo-only post as part of the DeliciousBaby Photo Friday series – obviously I’ve got more to say on this topic that I originally thought!

I’d be interested to hear your experiences on visiting partitioned countries like Cyprus or other places which are new countries such as the Balkans or ex-Soviet republics – with or without kids.

Related posts (more travel photos):
Hiking in Cyprus
Pig Photos
I Love Legoland

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Venice Gondolas

traveling makes kids say the funniest things…

Like they need to be traveling to make them say funny things. Traveling just adds an extra fuel to the imaginative and verbal mix-ups they come out with.

Kayt Sukel wrote a fun piece on why we travel with kids last week. It made me think of the whacky things my boys have said and done during our many adventures. I laughed out loud as I remembered. Here’s a selection of some of my favorites.

Venice Gondolas

As you’ve probably noticed from my recent posts, we spent some time in Italy this summer. The WanderDad and I try to help our kids observe local cultures and customs when we travel. Mostly, since they’re kids, that starts with learning how to say “hello”, “good-bye”, “please” and “thank-you” in the local language and insisting that they do so while we’re on the road. I’ve never even considered whether or not my children thought this was an imposition. So I was surprised when BigB pronounced that he was “so glad he didn’t have to keep speaking Italian” to the front desk attendant in a very heartfelt way when we checked into our hotel in London on our way home this year.

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Chateau in Poitiers where we stayed in 2002

In 2005 we played in castles (in Ireland), attended a wedding at a pretty fancy castle (again in Ireland), stayed in a castle (in Poitiers, France) and visited more castles (in the Loire Valley). My travel-worn five-year-old protested. “Hand’s up who’s all done with chateaus” he demanded at the top of his voice. We bailed on visiting any more castles and just hung out instead.

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Parthenon, Greece

But my favorite of all the strange kid sayings has to be BigB’s reaction when he saw the Parthenon. It was hot and we had been walking around Athens for most of the day. The Plaka, the neighborhood around the Acropolis, is a fun place to explore, but you do have to walk uphill to get to the Acropolis itself. With much grumbling and moaning my children trudged up the hill. As we came through the gates, and the Parthenon came into view, they were obviously impressed. But not in the way I thought. “That looks just like Age of Empires.” BigB exclaimed as he looked up at the Parthenon. What can I say?

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