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Gambas al Ajillo
It was a very long season. We left Spain in April. The trip took us to Sicily, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul, South Turkey , Thessaloniki, the Sporades and the Ionian Islands of Greece, before crossing the Ionian Sea to Italy again.
After dropping off the guests in Olbia, we did not wait long and immediately left for Spain. It would be nearly three days passage before we would arrive in Palma de Mallorca.
Can you imagine the excitement?
Going back “ home “ to Spain again. It would take us almost 3 days to reach Palma…
Everyone was dreaming of sitting down somewhere for vino and tapas.
Ah tapas.. at the bodegon, meson, cerveceria.
Tapas either are of cosas de picar, pinchos and cazuelitas.
Cosas de picar are normally cheeses,ham and sausage, omelette, bunuelos (fritters) montaditos , empanadas, bocadillos and boquerones.
Then you have the pinchos, food served on toothpicks.
The last, cazuelas are main dish food but served on smaller plates like stuffed pepper, fideua
(noodles with seafood) and are normally cooked in earthenware cooking plates.
One of the of my favourite is gambas al ajillo. Sizzling shrimps with garlic
A very simple tapa but full of flavour. I have done this few times on the boat and it has not never failed . With my fusion way of cooking I add a wee bit of ginger … Sometimes chillies.
One of the best gambas ajillo I had was somewhere a wee far from the sea, well not so far away that the shrimp is not fresh anymore. It was perhaps the mountain air and the company that made it a lot different
I was in Palma de Mallorca and was told we were going for a drive up the mountains. I have been to Mallorca few times for work and once a long weekend many years back and we stayed in Valdemossa. This time it was catching up with yachting friends and with Stephen who is finally back in Europe after a short gig in Malaysia and Florida with his boat, my travel buddy is just an hour flight away from me.
It was a sunny but cold day, winter is creeping in. Deia is on the north west coast of Mallorca. The drive towards there takes you along the rugged coastlines of the island which is a very spectacular view, adding to the fact that the next day we flew over with a helicopter with Stephen piloting.
Approaching Deia from Palma will take you to some bends with towering mountains of Serra de Tramuntana.. I was half asleep I admit, the fresh mountain air and just to be away from my own cabin was just so relaxing. But as soon I noticed the lovely colours of the village ; ochre, olive green, blue, , my senses woke me up and at the same time I was eyeing places to eat.
We parked at the end of the village and walked back. I guessed from their pace they were so hungry and just wanted to find a place to have lunch. I mentioned to Stephen that as soon as we entered the village, I noticed an outdoor restaurant with a shade covered with grape vines.
While the two of them , Stephen and Andy, went through the menu of the restaurant,( Il Xeline) I made sure that if we have the calamari and the gambas ajillos and they could order what ever else they wanted to eat.
See I am not missing gambas con ajillos… they ordered pardon pepper, some spicy longanisa, potato tuna salad… it was a long lazy lunch while soaking up some autumn sun.
We rounded up the lunch with crème catalan and a brisk walk up the hill to the village’s ancient church where it offers a spectacular view of the valley with all the olive groves all the way to the sea where fishermen cast their nets.
Here is a simple recipe how to cook gambas con ajillos.
Olive oil
3 to 4 cloves of garlic minced
half teaspoon of pepper flakes
sweet paprika
500g shrimps, peeled and deveined.
2 tbsp sherry or white wine
salt . pepper
chopped parsley.
In a sauté pan or heavy frying pan, warm the olive oil over medium heat. Add the garlic , paprika and red pepper flakes and sauté for about one minute or until they begin to brown
Raise the heat to high and add the shrimp,sherry or wine
Stir well, then sauté, stirring briskly until the shrimp turn pink around 3 mins
Remove from heat and transfer shrimp with oil and sauce to a warm plate or serve right from the pan. Season to taste with salt and freshly ground black pepper.
Sprinkle with parsley.
Langkawi’s Wet Market
I took the bike along the beach here in Valencia last Saturday… it was sunny yet the wind is biting. I dismounted from my bike and paused to hear the surf crashing against the sand and feel the wind against my skin..
Warmed by peacoat and scarf I wanted to take off my shoes and dipped my toes in the sand.
Wasn’t it just a month ago I left the sugary sands of Langkawi and just walked barefooted along the shores? Continue reading
Lucca… a city of vaulting arches
Perhaps last weekend’s getaway best described that quote. We had no fixed plans, we could not even rent a car… we did not force ourselves to make it to the train station early.
We even thought it would be just a slumber Sunday since it showered most morning… but I did not fly all the way to Italy to miss Lucca.
Lucca…I have fallen in love.
The city is full of vaulting arches, great doors, Romanesque architecture. For someone who loves photography as much as I do, this place is the perfect place to be.
We entered the city at Porta San Pietro, one of the entries to the 16th century brick wall with perfect mansonry and walked along Passegiata della Murra. The wall streets over the city bastions are lined up with maples, acaccias and elms with terrific autumn scenery.
As soon we entered the city we just walked and walked with no specific direction and nor did we force ourselves to check the grand churches. We just wandered around following the flow knowing the place is circular and will not get lost.

Except for one exception; we looked for Torre Guinigi for which we do not need a map. 230 steps was all worth it as you can see the spectacular view of the city and the countryside.
As we were walking back to the train station we stopped around the antique market right in front of Santa Maria Cathedral. We browsed around and looked for a place for tea. Stephen remembered the coffee shop we saw at the bastion… it was great to walk under the huge trees after many months at sea to hear the leaves crunch under our feet.
Happily we sat down for an afternoon tea minus the cakes. Oh how I managed that! And we marvelled the scenery on the train ride back to Viareggio.
breakfast at the inn at tilton place

There was something beautiful about the name , “Jensen Beach”.
I first heard about the place from my ex-captain when he attended a wedding there last year and it stuck in my mind since then…. Jensen Beach.
I know it’s just north of West Palm. A couple of friends have moved there with the boat they are working on and they have been telling about the area and that I must visit.
Since we did not know what was going to happen with us aboard the boat, whether we were crossing the Atlantic or not, it was a bit hard to plan. Then we were told our bosses were coming to Ft. Lauderdale and yet nothing was sure.
But I still told my friend to look for a place to stay. When I got an email about the place, I could see the inn is a small place. Only 8 rooms and it’s a B & B and it’s a 107 year old family owned house.

The two and half hour drive from Ft. Lauderdale , was well worth it when I opened the room. Sleigh bed, luxurious blankets and huge memory foam pillows. It was not the typical inns I have seen in the US, but rather something I would expect in the UK, except of course for the ceiling fan, the shutters and the wooden floors which are light and airy. A typical old Floridian house.
I have never slept fitfully for so long and when I woke up I noticed that the wall of room is a beautiful shade of dark blue and the front door leads to the garden.
As I was told there was a complimentary breakfast, oh and oh, a proper kettle. So here is the best part of the stay and I have let my friend write about it…

When you think of the breakfast part of an American “Bed and Breakfast”, what images come to mind? Typical pancake house fare of pork products and eggs, coffee, toast and orange juice? All tasty, mind you, especially if prepared by a cook with a bit of care about them.
What if a different image came to mind?
Orange juice, yes, freshly squeezed just seconds before being placed on the table; organic teas, prepared in the English style, hand packed in “proper” tea bags; raspberry scones, piping hot from the oven, flaky and light with seemingly a thousand layers of buttery pastry and just the right balance of sweet and tart from the natural raspberry puree; and poached nectarines in a superbly light brown sugar syrup, subtly sweet, firm but not crunchy; finally, a blue potato fritatta – yes, wonderfully earthy tasting, deep indigo-blue heirloom potatoes surrounded by delicate and frothy eggs and a touch of cheese, served in a personal cast iron skillet, complete with a linen napkin secured to the handle with butcher’s twine to prevent accidental branding of your palm.
Yes indeed it was of the best breakfast I ever had in the US. And the innkeeper herself, Katie made it for us. Katie said I could always come in for fresh tea, heavens, that exactly I wanted to hear as I love their organic tea very much and while walking around the properly, Bella, the dog followed me everywhere.
Jensen Beach is located in Florida’s Treasure Coast, a name she got, as number of Spanish galleons were wrecked off the coast in the 17th and 18th centuries.
Inn at Tilton Inn
3350 North Indian River Drive
Jensen Beach
FL 34957
USA
info@InnAtTiltonPlace.com
More photos of Jensen Beach and Stuart here…
One of the memorable breakfast was I had was in Norway … read more… click here
A hike and unexpected bbq treat – St John’s US Virgin Islands

Best food and best meals are not from the Michelin studded stars restaurants. Although I have dined in fine restaurants, maybe it be in Aspen, Zurich, Athens, London, Oslo, most of my memorable meals are from the beaches of Lombok, back streets of the old city of Athens, food stalls in Singapore, small tratorria in Genoa and elsewhere.
But to be honest most of the memorable meals are either shared with friends or some unexpected places…. That brings me back to St John’s , US Virgin Islands.
We were just finishing our trip with the boss when I wrote in my facebook status “St Thomas, Virgin Islands.” Within an hour I received an email from a chef I used to work with saying…. “ Where in St Thomas, am at Haven Grande”
I just went out and there it was on our starboard side. As soon I had I had free time I went and looked for Jeff.

Jeff and I worked together for a short while long way back 2007. We went all over Bahamas with the boat and whenever I had free time, would help Jeff in the galley cleaning up. Jeff was always up by 6am to bake and start breakfast without a break work until dinner done.
I asked Jeff if he could take a day off the next day to hang out with me. After travelling with crew, I just needed to go away from everyone else and since Jeff been based there for a while he would make a perfect companion.

As planned we met at 9am at the dock and took a taxi to Red Hook where we would take a ferry to St John’s.
While on the ferry Jeff and I caught up with our lives, last year we were exactly on the same route except he was 24 hours ahead as they left Monaco heading to Venice and we left France for Amalfi. When Jeff managed to find an off, I was already on a long weekend in Florence, so we never saw each other in the Mediterranean.
Few months later however we managed to meet in Ft Lauderdale and he in few days after, was on his way to Puerto Rico then St. Thomas.
Since Jeff has spent time hiking St John’s he looked for a trail that he has not been yet. With a little help from the they suggested we start our hike at the Annenberg sugar estate ruins then to Leinster Bay (great place for snorkelling) , uphill hike to Johnny Trail that would lead us to Coral Bay which was around 2 miles, but would take us at least 2 hrs to hike. Well a bit longer as we spent time marvelling the sweeping view of the bay .
At the start of the trail we saw a turtle as we walked towards Watermelon Bay. But above the bay where there were ruins which was a old guard house, the marvellous Watermelon Bay was just so engrossing. Further up the trail where we found another ruin of a house, you can see the British Virgin Islands across Sir Francis Drake strait.
Johnny Trail after few mins turned out to be so steep that I felt if I did not lean forward I would roll back to the bottom, while Jeff was already far ahead he stopped and waited for me maybe wondering if I could make it.
Coral Bay was at the end of the hike and we stopped at Skinny Legs for drinks but the food there did not make the chef hungry at all…. After waiting for the bus for ages, island time of course we finally made it back to Cruz Bay. We followed our nose to this little yellow bbq shack along the main road opposite the post office.
Jeff and I had our bbq that tasted one of the best I have ever tasted. I asked J what was the name of the place since there was no sign or whatsoever.
I started asking the old man who was doing the bbq and he thought I was asking for the recipe.. the name of the place is Uncle Joe’s.
The place has few tables and Jeff kept asking me if I was alright eating in a shack. It was certainly one of the best meal I ever had…….
While I was hiking with Jeff, the boys, Dane and Stephen took their bikes out and were also at St John’s. The last three photos of the gallery are courtesy of Stephen (left), his favourite photo of tamarind tree and Dane who has now left our boat and gone back to South Africa.
a kilo please…

St John’s Market, Antigua, West Indies.
panarea, aeolian islands
There is no day I do not think of all the travels I have done all over Italy, or rather all along the coast lines of Italy.
One of the memorable trip we did was cruising the Aeolian Islands (north of Sicily). One of the islands we visited was Isola di Panarea.

When the chef asked if I can go and help him do his shopping I gladly took the chance. I always love checking local produce.
We did not really expect something grand since this island has only an estimate of 280 residents but nothing beats local Sicilian fruits and vegetables.

Panarea is one of the chain of volcanic islands (Aeolian) in north Sicily and its only 3.4 km
harbor island, bahamas
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