Earth: The Soundtrack – A Traveler’s Playlist


As someone who has a soundtrack playing through their mind at all times, I can attest that music, much like the pairing of a choice wine with a certain dish, can greatly enhance the ‘flavor’ of a destination. The right tune can deepen the impressions it leaves on one’s memory, and forever serve as a trigger to call those images of a distant locale back to mind in just a few notes. While I do have certain songs that I attach in my mind to specific locations due to having heard the song there, there are several songs that due to the lyrics or style inevitably draw me back to a particular country, a particular city or particular memory. If you have a trip on the horizon and would like to “pair” some music to go with your destination, please enjoy my traveler’s playlist for the world.

Ends of the Earth, by Lord Huron

Ready to fly off to the Ends of the Earth (or New Delhi as seen here)

This indie-rock ballad about a man bent on exploring the world while at the same time hoping for a companion, resonates quite deeply with me. The style I feel could best describe this piece is a mash-up where ‘world music meets the Old West’. There’s a pleasant combination of soulful strains as the lyrics play, which then switches over to faster-paced percussion during the instrumental parts. The lyrics are what truly hit home for me, especially a line toward the end of the song that goes:

“What good is livin’ a life you’ve been given, if all you do is stand in one place”

If that doesn’t sum up my philosophies on travel, I don’t know what else could. Powerful stuff.

Though no specific destination comes to mind when I hear it (though the American Southwest would fit nicely with the tone), my mind can’t help but wander toward the horizon from the shot of wanderlust this song instills.

The World At Large, by Modest Mouse

Float On towards the World At Large (or New Mexico, whichever’s closer)

This short, poignant song that literally flows into the more popular hit Float On sounds to me like the ramblings of a drifter with a taste for adventure whose restlessness takes him on a never-ending journey. It’s a soft, simple tune that in my mind combines a wistfulness to keep on exploring, and the inevitable sadness at the fact that moving on means leaving things behind. Once again, this is not a destination-specific piece, but the conflict between the desire to wander and the transitory nature of experiences when one is only ‘passing through’ both inspires me to keep traveling, while at the same time leaves me feeling the loss of people and places I’ve left behind.

Storms In Africa (1 & 2) by Enya

Storms or Not, Africa Is A Spectacle Worth Seeing – especially the Chobe River on the border of Botswana & Namibia

Africa, as anyone who’s been there can attest, leaves a mark. I think it’s because of the powerful contrasts; as home of some of the most failing and corrupt governments in the world, the African people have been left destitute, brutalized and left to fend for themselves. Yet in all my travels there, the people I’ve met have almost to a person been smiling, good-natured and open to connect with others. Despite the plunder of warlords and multinational corporations, the landscape is still refreshingly rural and dramatic, with wildlife and terrain who leave no doubt as to who’s really in charge. From the breathtaking sunsets to the majesty of seeing animals like lions, elephants and hippos in the wild, this beautiful melody set to a backdrop of quintessential African drumming takes me back to game drives in South Africa, smelling the wet vegetation and wondering what might appear just around the next bush. If you’re headed out to a safari, be sure to download these songs for the perfect soundtrack to your explorations.

The Postman, Soundtrack from Il Postino, by Luis Enriquez Bacalov

Postage Not Required on the Island of Ponza, Italy

If you’ve never seen this classic movie portraying the tale of a lonely postman (hence the title) on a remote Italian island who woos the girl of his dreams with the help of an exiled poet, then consider yourself as having plans this weekend. Spoiler alert, it does follow the tradition of other famous Italian movies such as Cinema Paradiso and Life Is Beautiful by simultaneously ripping your heart out while filling it with love by the time the movie ends. Though the story itself is great, the music is perfectly suited for the Italian island backdrop, and on my own travels to Italian islands – particularly the island of Ponza – the various iterations of the song The Postman are playing in my head anytime I look out at the craggy cliffs and boxy, whitewashed houses that hearken back to times gone by.

Latika’s Theme, by A.R. Rahman

The Softer Side of the Subcontinent, Agra, India

Speaking of bittersweet movies, this gem from the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack was often playing in my head during my trip to India. The haunting female vocals and soft strains of the sitar conjure images of the subcontinent’s softer side, serving as a counterweight to the cacophony of beeping horns and bustling crowds that are the real soundtrack of India. Though fascinating, India is an all out assault on your eyes, nose and taste buds, so why not treat your ears to this soothing melodic sound of this lovely piece of music to block out the chaos, and focus on the stunning examples of artistry and architecture that are visible in nearly all directions.

Three Little Birds, by Bob Marley

Reggae = Caribbean, and especially Jamaica as pictured here

Really just about any Bob Marley song will do, but Three Little Birds is to me the primary example of how a music genre can define an entire region. When I hear the cheery notes of a steel drum pounding out the cadence that is so distinctly reggae, I can’t help but envision not only the tropical beauty of the island of Jamaica, but that of the greater Caribbean as well. Marley’s songs are the musical equivalent of the vibrant colors that distinguish the Caribbean’s markets and architecture, and one can’t help but feel “sunny” listening to it. Add the fact that there’s not a cruise ship in the region that doesn’t have at least one band playing Marley at any given time, and you can see why this popular tune mentally brings me back to swaying palms, turquoise water, and fruity drinks with little umbrellas.

Walzing Matilda, by Various Artists

Go Waltzing Matilda yourself in Australia’s Undara Lava Tubes National Park

While there may not be any one official recording of this classic folk song, only Waltzing Matilda could rightly be considered the unofficial national anthem of Australia. Telling the story of a fiercely independent squatter who would rather drown in a lake (a.k.a. billabong) than give himself over to the authorities, nothing is more quintessential Australian than this quirky ditty straight out of the Outback, complete with local phraseology that will require a few Google searches for non-Australians to comprehend. In my mind Waltzing Matilda is synonymous with anything Australian, and when I think of my travels there I can’t help but hum the tune (or vice versa).

Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert, by Pink Floyd

Set Your Sights on Obscurity in the Falkland Islands

From the wide appeal of Australia’s most famous ballad, we’ll now drastically zoom in to a very obscure tune, from an obscure album, that speaks of events in a very obscure location that most people would be hard pressed to find on a map. The location in question is the Falkland Islands, a rather barren, rocky archipelago deep in the South Atlantic off the coast of Argentina. In fact, if you were to head south, the next stop would be Antarctica.

The song is a nod to the Falkland Conflict that took place in the early ’80’s between the U.K., who has ruled the islands since the 1800’s, and Argentina, whose ambitions to push them out resulted in nothing more than the senseless loss of hundreds of young soldiers and sailors. Following the title’s words being shouted out and subsequently obliterated by the sound of a mortar blast, a string quartet plays a few chords before the single stanza of lyrics are sung:

“Brezhnev took Afghanistan. (a reference to the then-recent Soviet invasion)
Begin took Beirut. (referencing the Israeli Prime Minister’s actions in Lebanon)
Galtieri took the Union Jack. (referring to the Argentinian invasion of the islands)
And Maggie, over lunch one day, (that is, British P.M. Margaret Thatcher)
Took a cruiser with all hands. (referencing the Argentine ship General Belgrano)
Apparently, to make him give it back”

Very few people make their way down to these islands, so once I knew it was on my itinerary I made sure that I had downloaded it to my device, and gave it a listen as we neared port. From that point on, anytime I’ve heard this short yet meaningful song (rarely), my thoughts immediately head out to the South Atlantic in contemplation of an eventual return (unlikely).

Final Thoughts

These are just a few songs that I feel encapsulate either the travel experience or the essence of a specific destination. I am quite aware that there are still lots of places to see and even more music to hear, so if you have a song that takes you back to someplace you’ve traveled, be sure to leave a comment below. Who knows – I may even add it to my future playlist.

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Ponza Revisted Part II – All About the H2O

The rocky shore and clear waters of Cala Frontone, Ponza
The rocky shore and clear waters of Cala Frontone, Ponza

I just recently considered the land-based sights and activities on the Italian island of Ponza in the article Ponza Revisited Part I – A Mixed Bag of Changes on Land. Now I’m set to complete the tour by providing a rundown of the amazing water-based options that the island offers.

Cala Frontone

Just as with the land-based activities, almost all options start at the port. The first and easiest day trip is to catch the ferry to Cala Frontone, located just past the village of Santa Maria on the eastern coast. The cove is a gentle curve of chalky cliffs dwindling down into inviting turquoise waters. The beach itself is entirely composed of pea-sized pebbles that will engulf any and all sandals and flip flops, and leave the soles of your feet exfoliated beyond all thought or desire. However, what it lacks in comfort it more than makes up for in ambiance; the natural amphitheater of light-colored stone is a gorgeous backdrop for sunbathing and people-watching irregardless of how raw your feet are. Whenever you have your fill, just hop on the next ferry back to port (provided you bought a round trip ticket, of course) and slip into some comfy socks.

Tour Operators

The port is also where you can catch a ride with one of the myriad tour agencies offering boat tours to various island locales, as well as the nearby islands of Palmarola and Zannone. These tours will usually include opportunities to take a dip at one of the many secluded beaches that dot the further reaches of the island, as well as a bite to eat. This is a great option if you want a hassle-free, half or full day excursion that will take you away from the crowds.

On Your Own

For those with a little more courage or a stronger independent streak, there are many port-side rental agencies that for a reasonable price  (in my case 60 Euro + gas) will let you hire a boat for a day of exploration. After signing a waiver renouncing the rights to your home, car and firstborn in the event that you do not return the boat, you’ll be given a full tank of gas and be on your way.

Find your own private cove on Ponza's north end
Find your own private cove on Ponza’s north end

The North End

Leaving the port you will first pass right by Cala Frontone, which as I’ve already mentioned, is a great place to spend a few hours in the sun. Though the rental agencies would not recommend it, if sea conditions are favorable, you can also strike out for the uninhabited island of Zannone for some exploration of its ruins and isolated location. After that you can head back around the small islet of Gavi at the northern end of the island to the scenic west side of the island.

Here in the northwest there are several tranquil coves where you can catch some rays, rest, or simply stare out at the majestic cliffs all around you. You’ll have to navigate past irregularly-shaped rocky outcroppings (and submerged boulders – beware!!) but if you take your time you might find that you have a lovely spot all to yourself. Either that or a leaky hull.

Le Forne

At the midway point along the western shoreline you’ll run into Le Forne and its twin coves of Cala Feola and Cala d’Acqua. Anchoring your boat offshore, you can either take in the stunning scenery by sea, or paddle over to the natural pools or a shore-side grotto bar for some refreshments. There’s a skirt of rock that will likely be covered by sunbathers, so if you’re looking for privacy, you’re better off staying on the northwest shore of the island or moving on to what was once the principal beach of the island, but is now off limits (on shore anyway), the gorgeous cove of Chiaia di Luna.

You'll have to arrive by boat if you want to see Ponza's most scenic beach, Chiaia di Luna
You’ll have to arrive by boat if you want to see Ponza’s most scenic beach, Chiaia di Luna

Chiaia di Luna

This majestic crescent of vertical cliffs notched out of the island’s profile is arguably the most scenic spot on Ponza. Sadly, a few years back a tourist was killed when they were struck by falling rocks. Since then, the beach has been closed to sunbathers (though there is an effort to make needed renovations and reopen) leaving the only option for visiting this amazing setting being a trip by boat. I recommend that you drop anchor here for at least an hour to rest, take pictures and take a dip in the gentle turquoise water.

The South Side

Once you’re done in Chiaia di Luna, you can either (time, weather and rental agency permitting) shoot across to the uninhabited yet beautiful nearby island of Palmarola, or make your way around Punto Faro – where a quaint lighthouse stands perched on a rocky outcropping that I discovered as being inaccessible by land (see Ponza Revisted Part I for an in-depth recounting of my ill-fated lighthouse quest). Rounding the corner, you’ll make your way through a series of faraglioni (stacks of rock that protrude from the water) and have access to the Grotta di Pilato which boasts ancient Roman ruins and is located underneath the boxy mausoleums of the cemetery above. When you’re finished taking in the interesting scenery here, it’s time to round the jetty and pull back into port.

The Summary

Island living by its very nature, revolves around the sea. Not surprisingly, on Ponza, tourism does too. Anyone looking for beaches, fun in the water, and some independent exploration will find the hydro-centric nature of the island’s activities a welcome diversion from traditional landlubber itineraries. And if you don’t like water, there’s always the Sahara Desert about a thousand miles to the south. Give my regards to the camels while you’re there.

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Ponza Revisited Part I – A Mixed Bag of Changes on Land

The charming port of Ponza
The charming port of Ponza

With so many places left on earth that I’ve yet to see once, I normally chafe at the idea of returning to somewhere that I’ve already been. The idea of visiting the same place multiple times would normally leave me cringing at the thought of missed opportunities. But when it comes to the Italian island of Ponza, which I’ve visited not twice, not three times, but a personal record four times, all such reluctance goes out the window. In fact, it was no burden at all.

If you’d like to read my earlier post about the island of Ponza, click here.

Before re-visiting the island in July 2015, it had been a good eight years since I had last seen these lovely and familiar shores. Back then, I had not yet begun my Trip Accomplice travel blog, nor did I see the need to document my experience there so extensively. This time around I was armed with determination and an idea of what story I wished to tell. The following – divided into two parts covering activities by land and sea – is the result of those endeavors. Here’s my take on the developments on land.

The Port

Get lost in the back streets of the port.
Get lost in the back streets of the port.

If there could be considered a signature scene on the island, it would likely go to the historic port that greets visitors arriving via ferry or aliscafo (hydrofoil). In the interim between my visits, the island has gone to great lengths to improve and expand the appearance and infrastructure of this gateway. Basically a tiered crescent of shops, bars and restaurants, the port has been somewhat gentrified, with upscale boutiques and trendy eateries that belie the simple lifestyle of the year-round residents.

The increase and amelioration of the port area has resulted in greater traffic than ever before. In fact, the entrance to the ancient tunnel built by the Romans now features a traffic light – something once unheard of in this remote outpost. This increase in visitors is not without its benefits. Businesses catering to tourists seemed to be thriving, with many small hotels and pensions dotting the village above the harbor. Increased revenues are not doubt a factor in the renovations along the waterfront which now extend nearly all the way to the tunnel and boast a paved piazza, playground and pedestrian-friendly sidewalks. For day-trippers, the port is now more charming than ever, and for those who stick around to dine al fresco in the many outdoor cafés, the scene is among the most captivating I’ve ever seen.

Le Forne and the North End

Sun and scenery await at Le Forne
Sun and scenery await at Le Forne

Located midway along the curved spine of the island is an area called Le Forne. Essentially a pair of coves carved out of the soft rock, this is a popular destination for those looking for a little time in the sun. At Cala Feola, one can take a dip in the natural pools, ancient stone pools filled with seawater, or the turquoise cove itself. Sunbathers will be draped all over the broad skirt of rock located at the shore, and a pair of sandals and/or aqua shoes wouldn’t be a bad idea if you wish to walk around or grab a beer in the literal hole-in-the-wall bar set off to one side.

The north end of the island is still relatively tourist-free, if you don’t count all the rental cars and scooters that clog up the one and only primary road on this end of the island. While there are no real tourist attractions to speak of, it does offer visitors a glimpse at the rather agrarian roots of the island’s inhabitants as well as some fantastic views. I wouldn’t say a trip to the northern end is a must-see, but if you’ve got a few hours (and a few thousand calories) to burn, it’s a nice place for an authentic look at island living.

You Shall Not Pass

The (currently) unreachable lighthouse - but not for lack of trying.
The (currently) unreachable lighthouse – but not for lack of trying.

On this, my fourth visit to the island, I had set the goal of both walking its entire length (approximately 5.5 miles in length) and finding my way to the lighthouse that is perched on a promontory at the southernmost tip. I was able to cross off the former (even if my calves and glutes still haven’t forgiven me) but was alas thwarted in my repeated attempts at the latter.

My first attempt involved my following a back-road above the gorgeous cove of Chiaia di Luna, which due to the threat of rock slides was closed at the time of my visit (it is currently permanently closed at the time of writing, but efforts are being made to reopen it along with the ancient tunnel that leads there). I made it midway up Monte della Guardia – the highest point on the island and the backdrop for the port – when a local directed me to take a certain side road then make a right. All this did was lead me back to the port and (exasperated sigh) back to sea level.

Undeterred, I got directions from a shop owner whose face and tone indicated that only a weirdo would want to go all the way to the lighthouse. I followed his proposed route and stumbled across another improvement – illustrated signs noting historical and archaeological points of interest along with background information. As interesting as it was, it’s hard to get excited about the location of an ancient necropolis when you’re struggling to breathe after climbing an unending chain of sun-baked staircases. I had nearly made it three-quarters up the mountain when I was told by a man troweling cement that yes, there is a road that would take me there, but as they say in New England, “You can’t get there from here.” Demoralized, I glumly accepted that I’d have to go down again, only to make my way up.

On my third attempt I completely ignored the quaint houses and gardens that rose in elevation with my every step and kept my head down until I was almost at the top. I stopped a young kid playing in the street who in turn called for his grandmother. She instructed me to keep on going until a fork in the road, where at last there was a glazed tile sign indicating the way to the lighthouse. With my hopes buoyed and a stretch of semi-level ground in front of me, I felt a stirring of triumph in my chest. Unfortunately, such feelings were short-lived as I turned a corner only to come face to face with a sign prohibiting passage on a very long and sketchy-looking staircase leading along the edge of a steep cliff toward the distant lighthouse. The reason given was the same as Chiaia di Luna and a few other places on the island – the danger of falling rocks, mostly due to age and disrepair.

After all the effort and energy I had expended to get there, it felt like one of those falling rocks came down on my spirit. And as I trudged my way back downhill through a warren of whitewashed lanes, I couldn’t help but notice that despite the improvements to the tourist infrastructure, many parts of the island were quite literally falling apart. Nowhere was this more noticeable than in the region called I Conti, where the hereditary plots of terraced hillside – once well-cultivated and in full bloom – were more often than not, now overgrown and wilting from neglect or the limitations of older residents who have not been replaced by a younger generation. It made me sad to think of how that generation will –  for many families – be the last, and the legacy of the hearty, self-sufficient year-round islanders is something passing tourists will likely never know. I was also really tired and sweaty, so maybe I was just feeling sorry for myself.

The Recap

This visit to Ponza was a mixed bag for me. I lamented the paradigm shift from the island known by self-contained older residents, to the emerging tourist destination it seems destined to become. At the same time, the areas that received the necessary upkeep and attention appeared to be coming into their own, and I feel glad that so many new visitors get to experience the wonder of this island gem for the first time. Whether this turns out to be good, bad or a little of both remains to be seen – which would only be, I suppose, on an unprecedented fifth visit. Well, there are certainly worse things in life.

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Reflections on Ponza: The Pearl of Rome

Port of Ponza, Isola di Ponza, Italy
Port of Ponza, Isola di Ponza, Italy

 I wasn’t the first to arrive. First came the Etruscans. Then the Greeks. Then the Romans. These were followed by a varied cast of characters ranging from prisoners to patriots, pirates to Popes until April 1999 when at long last, I too stepped ashore on the Italian island of Ponza

     This Mediterranean gem situated some 40 miles off the coast between Rome & Naples is the namesake of a small archipelago called the Pontine Islands, and has always been off the beaten tourist track—that is if you’re not counting the period when Ponza, once dubbed as the “Pearl of Rome” served as a summer retreat for the ruling elite. Had I not married a girl who still has family there, I probably never would have heard of the place. Regardless, there I was standing out on deck as the ferry drew us closer to the lumpy silhouette of the island’s northern tip, ready to begin the first leg of my honeymoon.

     As we drew near the port, I marveled at the chalky cliffs of eroded sandstone sculpted and bleached by eons of sun & wind that would be a geologist’s dream. Often there would be a cluster of pastel colored boats at their base, bobbing up and down in the turquoise coastal waters. The pastel motif continued as we docked at the port—a two-tiered crescent of shops, houses, and restaurants curving around the sheltered waters of the harbor. Rising above it all were the mottled yellow-green slopes of Monte della Guardia which formed a backdrop that appeared right out of a model railroad set with the ruins of its namesake guardhouse perched on top. Stepping ashore, I was at once struck by the quaint architecture that seemed quintessentially Mediterranean—flat roofed houses with shuttered windows and ornate iron railings enclosing their balconies. There was also the faint scent of fresh seafood wafting on the steady breeze, barely overpowering the stench of diesel exhaust from the line of cars freshly disgorged from the bowels of the ferry.

     My first order of business was to join my wife and her uncle in one such car, and with our bags stuffed in the trunk and ourselves crammed in the backseat with our knees around our ears, we set off through the ancient tunnel that provided us with intermittent views of the harbor dotted with the local fishing fleet and sleek yachts of visiting jet-setters. After just five minutes I fell in love with this place. After ten I was already making plans to return.

Chiaia di Luna, Ponza, Italy
Chiaia di Luna, Ponza, Italy

     On Ponza it is refreshing to see that you will not find chain hotels or sprawling resorts. During the summer months the island swells with vacationing Germans, Romans, and other Italians who live most of the year on the mainland yet still retain their hereditary roots and properties. It was on my second visit in the late summer of 2002 that I got the chance to see Ponza in its peak season splendor. Little had changed aside from the climate, which was decidedly drier and hotter than in April, with brilliant sunny days and comfortable nights. Come summertime, the main attraction is Chiaia di Luna—a rocky beach ringed by towering vertical cliffs named for its half-moon shape. What the beach lacks in comfort it makes up for in scenery. With the aquamarine water lapping at my feet as I stared out at the nearby island of Palmarola, I found it hard to imagine a more idyllic setting. Yet on this island, my imagination more than met its match, especially at a place called Le Forne, and a small cove called Cala Feola.

 

Cala Feola from above, Ponza, Italy
Cala Feola from above, Ponza, Italy

    Viewed from above, I couldn’t help but remark at how the boxy, light-colored houses draped along the rocky slopes to meet a sapphire sea looked like something right out of a postcard. (As it turns out, such a postcard is available at the souvenir shops down by the port.) Traversing the brutally steep incline of the road on foot, it was a moderate hike down to the natural pools at the base of the cove. In fact, aside from a soccer field at the north end of the island, I’d be willing to bet there isn’t a flat surface anywhere to be found.

     The strain on the hamstrings seemed well worth it once I sprawled out on the smooth skirt of rock populated with glistening sunbathers in various states of undress. Later we explored the cove by paddleboat, every so often plunging into the inviting water to cool down. Not a bad way to spend a weekday afternoon, I mused, though fortunately there are plenty of similar experiences to be had to last many an afternoon.

     An easy and inexpensive day trip is a circle island tour, taking in the coastal highlights and usually including stops at uninhabited Palmarola to the west. Here we had the opportunity to take a dip, snorkel in the surprisingly high-visibility waters, and admire the nearly surreal rock formations jutting out of the water like crumbling monuments. We also had a delicious lunch miraculously prepared in the tiny wheelhouse of our boat, consisting of spaghetti marinara washed down with a glass of vino and a shot of espresso. Only in Italy!

     Three times I’ve had the privilege of visiting Ponza, which means by default that three times I’ve had to tear myself away. Yet it is authentic memories such as these that have elevated Ponza to the special place that it now holds in my heart. Normally I have a rule of never visiting the same place twice, since there are still so many places I’ve yet to see once. Yet Ponza has an allure that makes it an excusable exception, one that leaves me longing for a fourth time and even a fifth. Perhaps it’s because that while I know I will never be a true islander, Ponza has become part of my history as well, like so many others who have come before me. In that, I’m sure, I am once again not the first.