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The guidebook “Africa’s Top Wildlife Countries,” seventh edition,” by Mark Nolting (2008, Global Travel Publishers. ISBN-10 0939895129 — 640 pp., $29.95) includes the sections Best Time to Go for Game Viewing, What Wildlife is Best Seen Where, and Safari Activities (night drives, ballooning, canoeing, etc.).
The author has run the Africa Adventure Company for 12 years.
The Arqueoticket provides admission to five museums in Barcelona, Spain, with archaeological collections. Ticket holders can visit the Archaeology Museum of Catalonia, the City History Museum, the Barbier-Mueller Museum of Pre-Columbian Art, the Egyptian Museum and the Maritime Museum.
At €18 (near $28), the ticket saves €7.50 over the regular admission prices of the museums and can be used for unlimited visits for one year from purchase date. It can be bought from the Barcelona Tourist Board (phone [34] 932 853 832 or visit www.barcelonaturisme.com).
The Elizabethan philosopher Sir Francis Bacon said, in 1605, “Knowledge is Power.” More than 300 years later, his collateral descendant Francis Bacon (1909-1992) would translate his own knowledge of a war-torn 20th century into powerful paintings that some critics have called “bold, grotesque, nightmarish.”
Celebrating the art of Jean Michel Folon, exhibits are planned throughout Belgium, until Sept. 28, 2008, including a major outdoor sculpture exhibition in Solvay Park at the Château de La Hulpe (Folon Foundation, Dreve de la Ramee 6A, 1310 La Hulpe, Belgium; phone +32 0 2 653 34 56, www.foundationfolon.be), 10-6 Tuesday-Sunday (€7.50 adult).
Several major chains are offering hotel packages.
by Julie Skurdenis
The conquistadores arrived in South America early in the 16th century. They came hungry for land and hungry for gold. With them came priests and monks intent on spreading the Catholic faith among the many Indian groups.
Longtime readers of this column certainly realize that Moreen and I are extremely fond of the Middle East, especially its people.
I pulled on the rope, whereupon the bucket promptly made the expected 180-degree tumble. A cascade of delightfully warm water washed over me. Feeling clean once again in the Kenyan bush, where we were on a hiking safari, I sat down on the rickety chair in the makeshift shower enclosure to dry my feet. As I bent over, one leg of the chair gave way and I landed on my right shoulder.
