I Was From Orange County Back When the O.C. Wasn't Cool

By Erik Torkells
June 4, 2005
Lunch at T.K. Burger, in Huntington Beach
Eden Batki
When I went to college on the East Coast, people asked why I'd left glorious southern California. Were they kidding? I couldn't wait

What you'll find in this story: Orange County restaurants, Southern California culture, Orange County attractions, Orange County neighborhoods, Orange County beaches

It was drilled into me at an early age: Orange County was an embarrassing place to be from. Radio stations in L.A., our neighbor to the north, were constantly teasing us about our conservative reputation, mocking life "behind the Orange Curtain." And as we all know, adolescent shame has a vicious sting.

So imagine my surprise when Orange County became synonymous with California cool, thanks to the teenage soap opera The O.C. (By the way, we never called it that.) And while I used to find it unfathomable that anyone would want to vacation there, once I got some distance--literally and figuratively--I came around. Or maybe I just grew up.

In fact, even I now vacation there! A few years ago, my parents retired to the Palm Springs area, but they couldn't totally let go of Orange County--or bear the desert summer. Each August, they rent a house for two weeks on Balboa Island, in Newport Bay. It's the only time besides Christmas that the whole family gets together. My sister and brother-in-law bring their kids, Austin and Allison; last summer I brought my partner, Adam.

The family-friendly vibe of Balboa has little in common with the glossy angst of The O.C., which is set in Newport Beach but filmed near L.A. In Balboa, we play Skee-Ball and drive bumper cars at the Fun Zone, a tiny amusement park that's on the Balboa Peninsula, a five-minute ferry ride from Balboa Island. We rent a small Duffy electric boat--it looks kind of like a mini-trolley--and toodle around the bay, gawking at the fancy houses. We eat breakfast at the Galley Café, a coffee shop near the marina, and then check out the sailboats. We go to the tide pools at Little Corona beach in Corona del Mar, one of Newport Beach's fancier neighborhoods. (A gem of a beach, it's hard to find but worth it: If you're heading south on Pacific Coast Highway, turn right on Poppy Avenue and take it to the end.) I won't forget the first time Austin saw a sea cucumber, or when we took Allison last year, and Austin got to play the expert. After dinner, we go for Balboa bars--vanilla ice cream bars dipped in chocolate and rolled in your choice of toppings--at Dad's on Balboa's main drag.

I used to sleep in the house, sharing a room with my nephew. I adore him, but I'm happy to have graduated to the Marriott Courtyard in Irvine. It's 20 minutes away, but that's OK. You know you've grown up--and old--when you find yourself impressed by the fact that the hotel ponies up free laundry detergent. And fabric softener!

The success of The O.C. spawned a vapid reality show on MTV called Laguna Beach, whose namesake is one town to the south.

Laguna used to be known for attracting creative misfits--Hollywood weekenders, artists, gay people--but now it's not all that different from Newport. It does have geography on its side: It's set on cliffs overlooking the Pacific and is astoundingly beautiful, if you can remain in denial about the traffic. Fortuitously, Laguna is the most strollable of O.C. towns (the only strollable one, to be honest). I never surfed as a kid, having watched Jaws at precisely the wrong age, but like any good Californian I dig surf style. The best merchandise--T-shirts, flip-flops, swim trunks, etc.--is at the Thalia Street Surf Shop. Last summer, I bought a fake road sign with the words hang loose and the thumb/pinkie hand gesture; it hangs in my office. Be sure to poke around the corner. Thalia Street dead-ends at a long wooden staircase that leads to the beach. You stare down into the blue-green water, where surfers bob.

Just north of Laguna is Crystal Cove State Park, which used to be totally undeveloped. It was so perfect, so golden--all cliffs and trails and three miles of empty beach. The area around it has since been attacked by what I call viral housing--you can practically see it replicate up the hillside before your eyes--but it's still a great place for a walk. There are 46 houses right on the sand; the historic district was state land leased long-term to individuals. The leases expired in 2001, and the state will soon be renting out 22 of them on a nightly basis, perhaps as soon as this fall. I can't think of another place in California I'd rather be.

You know you've really grown up when you start coveting real estate.

Amazingly, the Orange County I experience now isn't a nostalgia trip for me: I didn't spend much time in Balboa or Laguna as a kid. I didn't even hang out much in downtown Huntington Beach, my hometown, which at the time was a bit seedy. Since then, most of Main Street has been bulldozed and replaced with a big strip mall (unlike quaint Seal Beach, one town north). A few fun places remain, as I found out when I was there last year for my friend Beth's wedding. The Sugar Shack still serves excellent breakfast burritos, and a block south on Pacific Coast Highway, T.K. Burger (short for The Kind Burger) could almost give In-N-Out a run for its money. It feels the way a beach burger joint should, with skate rock blaring and surfers loitering. I still laugh every time I'm on the PCH, because one time the New Yorker in me forgot where I was, and I literally got pulled over by the cops for jaywalking.

When I was a kid, we rarely went to the pier at Huntington Beach--a long walk is never high on any kid's list of fun activities. Then, in 1988, the pier was damaged by waves and closed down. The community, including my family, chipped in to rebuild it in 1990. There's now a plaque on the pier that has  our name on it. Whenever I'm in town I search it out.

Lodging

 

  • Coldwell Banker Realty 201 Marine Ave., Balboa Island, 949/673-6900
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  • Marriott Courtyard 2701 Main St., Irvine, 949/757-1200, marriott.com, from $89
  • Food

     

  • Dad's Donut Shop & Bakery 318 Marine Ave., Balboa Island, 949/673-8686, Balboa bar $2.25
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  • Galley Café 829 Harbor Island Dr., Newport Beach, 949/673-4110
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  • Sugar Shack Café 213 Main St., Huntington Beach, 714/536-0355, breakfast burrito $6.50
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  • T.K. Burger 110 Pacific Coast Hwy., Huntington Beach, 714/960-3238, burger $3.50
  • Attractions

     

  • Crystal Cove State Park 8471 Pacific Coast Hwy., 949/494-3539, parks.ca.gov, $8 per vehicle
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  • Balboa Fun Zone 949/673-0408, thebalboafunzone.com, bumper cars $2
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  • Duffy Electric Boat Co. 2001 W. Pacific Coast Hwy., Newport Beach, 949/645-6812, x119, $85 per hour
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  • California Scenario 611 Anton Blvd., Costa Mesa, 714/384-5500
  • Shopping

     

  • Thalia Street Surf Shop 903 S. Coast Hwy., Laguna Beach, 949/497-3292
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  • Electric Chair 410 Main St., Huntington Beach, 714/536-0784
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  • The Lab 2930 Bristol St., Costa Mesa, 714/966-6660
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  • South Coast Plaza 3333 Bristol St., Costa Mesa, 800/782-8888
  • Resources

     

  • Newport Beach CVB 800/942-6278, nbcvb.com
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    A Guide to Self-Catering Apartments

    The tour bus pulled alongside a dozen more like it at Notre Dame cathedral. Though it was only May, the sun beat down fiercely on Parisians and tourists alike. Disembarking from the bus, American tourists groped toward the church entrance like sleepwalkers. A hot and thirsty-looking lot, they stopped on the corner where I was waiting to cross. They perused a map as their leader exhorted them, "Please, please, people! You must be on time. The bus will leave here exactly at 2 p.m. You must be aboard. We will go next to the Eiffel Tower where you will have 45 minutes. We will then depart for our swing around the Arc de Triomphe and Montmartre. Don't forget, dinner is served promptly at 8 p.m. at your hotel. Have all luggage in the lobby for our departure for Amsterdam at 6:30 a.m. Have a great day in Paris!" I ambled over to assist these forlorn-looking folks who were having no luck with the map. Thrilled to find an American to help them, one woman asked, "Where's the best place around here to eat lunch?" "That would be my apartment, though I doubt you would all fit in," I replied. "You live here in Paris?" she queried. "No," I said, "I'm just a tourist like you. My apartment is in that building there the one on the island, Ile St. Louis, just near that bridge you see." I left them there to puzzle it out and went happily home to my delicious luncheon bought at the market that morning. I ate it sitting in my window overlooking the Seine, watching the boats go by and feeling somewhat smug and sorry for anyone who was not enjoying Paris as much as I. What is a self-catering apartment? It is a flat in which you tend to your own needs in your own way. Though many feature maid service one or more times per week, you are essentially on your own. Kitchens or kitchenettes provide you with the leisure to cook or prepare snacks at any time. Private phone, TV, and all the amenities of home come with most apartments or can be paid for as additions to your bill. You have a landlord to contact if something goes wrong or breaks, or if you have locked yourself out again! It is like any apartment in the United States, only better! You are living in a neighborhood in a foreign country as a part of the local life, not as a mere visitor. Your groceries, your time, your recreation, sightseeing, and laundry are up to you, just like at home, only better. You aren't just making an eight-hour stopover on your way to 14 cities in nine days-you are living there! You are experiencing the life, culture, and economy of the country and people. You are taking care of yourself, you lucky self-catering traveler, you. The advantages of self-catering apartments versus hotel stays For me, there is nothing like waking in the morning at my leisure, making my own coffee, and lounging around with my maps and guidebooks to decide where I'd like to go today. Will I visit a museum, take a train or bus to an exciting castle, or just hang out at the local flea market and get lunch at a charming cafe? Many of the most memorable travel experiences I have had came out of this secret tourist science, which I can sum up as "exploring by getting lost and wandering around." How about a jog through the Parc Monceau in Paris, followed by an afternoon nap? If I opt for the late show at the flamenco bar in Madrid, tomorrow I can sleep as late as I wish. In my own apartment in Dublin, I can be a neat-freak or a total slob. I will probably not encounter another American on most days. I will, however, visit with the ladies who run the bakery down the street, the guy who works at the post office, the vendors at the fish market, and the police officer who patrols my neighborhood. No matter what I do, I will do it on my schedule. No one will tell me to hurry. I will not move my luggage. I will use my apartment as a base camp for my travels and explorations in the areas I fancy. I will pick and choose the activities and sights that interest me. I will eat and sleep, and I'll drink the local wine when I wish. I will make lifelong friends and pen-pals. I will learn about the economy, how much it costs to live and feed oneself in another country. I will develop a new appreciation for all I have in America, and I will watch it amount to awe. But I will also fall a little bit in love with the place in which I am living and with the new people around me. What's the downside? The downside is um well, for me, there honestly is no downside. I know from some excruciating past experiences with arranged tours that lots of people want to be "guided." This seems particularly true of Americans, many of whom do not speak a foreign language and thus believe they would become irretrievably lost if they were on their own in a foreign country. In truth, most people outside of North America are used to dealing with strangers who speak a different language than they do. Here in the U.S., we thrive on airconditioning, cable TV, room service, and other amenities provided by hotels. Many people like to have their schedule, tickets, and itinerary planned for them so they don't have to think about making these arrangements. So I guess the downside of staying in self-catering apartments is that you have to be your own travel guide, concierge, ticket agent, and cook. That's more than fine with me, but it might not be for everyone. Also, depending on the type of facility you book, you might find that the heating system only works on "tepid," the shower won't flow if you flush the toilet, and the towels provided are the size of Kleenex. No matter how meticulously you research your accommodation, there will probably be some surprises. Not everybody likes surprises. Self-catering apartments are perhaps only suitable for the very adaptable traveler, and for those with a sense of humor. How do I find an apartment in a foreign country or an unfamiliar U.S. city? The better guidebooks contain the names and addresses of agencies booking self-catering apartments. The government tourist offices of many cities, islands, and countries also have that information-and many exist to impart it to you for free. The Internet is full of such agencies, and a few minutes' use of a search engine will yield remarkably detailed information on reserving properties. From all of those sources, and from many recommendations of friends, I've compiled a ready-to-use list of apartment-renting offices in America and around the world (see the special box accompanying this article). When I plan a vacation, in addition to digging out the names of agencies, I also study the area I want to visit and decide where I do not want to stay. If there is a high-crime area or an expensive area catering to movie stars in chauffeured cars, you can be sure I will not consider those locations for an apartment stay, since those factors may affect the lifestyle I will lead once I arrive. I try to find a middle-class section of town. It may be arty or trendy, but not seedy. I check maps to see if it has ready access to the subway, buses, and train stations. I make a list of what I need to make myself comfortable. Do I need a telephone, or will I have a cell phone with me? For people traveling with children, a washing machine may be important, but I don't need one. Remember: The more appliances you need, the more you will have to pay for the apartment. I get information on lots of apartments before making my final decision. Though it's easy to get hyped up about your trip, as with any purchase, it's never smart to book the first attractive property you encounter. Shop around. If I can, I make phone contact with the agency or with the representative for the property. I evaluate how they "sound" to me. Do the prices and the facilities they quote jibe with those touted by the other sources I have checked? Are they accommodating and forthcoming in response to my questions? This isn't Kansas, Toto People assume that leasing an apartment in a foreign country is the same as leasing one in the United States. Not true. To my mind, there are some crucial considerations about the apartment you choose: o Is electricity free? It might be billed at check-out, or you may have to regularly feed coins to a meter. Most apartment rentals now include electricity with the rental fee, but if the agency is silent about it, you should ask. o Will you have all modern appliances? Unless specified otherwise, most rental apartments in Europe will not provide a dishwasher. Some will have clothes-washing equipment, but not dryers. In some, a telephone costs extra. Ask before booking. o There may be hidden fees. Does the local government levy a tax that you have not been warned about? Is there a usage fee for any portion of the apartment building or the equipment? What is the total actual daily or weekly rental fee that you must pay? Is there a security deposit? If the landlord or agency seems evasive, or if the answer is confusing, look elsewhere. o One might expect that apartments catering to tourists would provide sheets and towels. Au contraire. Unless you want to schlep your own linens, ask if they are furnished. Some rentals charge more for these. If they are provided, how often are fresh ones dropped off? o What is the security arrangement? Will you be provided a physical key, or will you enter using a combination key and security number? Who else will have a key, and from whom and where do you pick it up when you arrive? o If you want your own bathroom, make sure it is specified as an en suite bath. If you don't mind sharing facilities with other residents, an apartment with a shared bath is always cheaper. Ask what the bath includes. Is it merely a toilet/sink, or does it have a tub/shower, too? o What is in the kitchen? If you plan to cut costs by preparing your own food, is the kitchen sufficiently outfitted? I like to cook full meals with ingredients from the markets. Therefore, a kitchen with only a hot plate and a coffee pot would never suffice for me, although it might be fine for those who aren't interested in learning to cook the local delicacies. o If you intend to rent a car, is parking available? If so, is the space nearby? Does it require a separate fee? o In what form and in what amount will you make your payment? Most rental agencies accept credit cards, but not all of them do. If this is the case, your bank can send a wire transfer. o Are there any other unforeseen restrictions on your stay? For example, is there a limit to the number of people who may stay overnight in the apartment, or are there rules concerning which days you may check into or out? If you arrive in town at night, will someone be there to check you in and give you a key to the dwelling? o Finally, be sure you receive a written confirmation either via the Internet or mail. Ask about the cancellation policy, too. Be sure you understand all the financial arrangements-fully-before completing a final booking. Leave Jeeves, the butler, to the hotels You don't need Jeeves. You can wash your breakfast dishes yourself, use the coin-operated laundry down the street, or (horrors) sweep the kitchen floor, if need be. You can learn the intricacies of foreign plumbing. The independence and the fun of living in your own apartment more than make up for the lack of room service and guides leading you by the nose, on someone else's schedule. And what, pray tell, are you likely to remember of your stay in a self-catering apartment? I lapse into reverie to report: The cheerful smile of the bakery lady who came to know exactly what I wished to order each morning: hot and fragrant pastries direct from the oven. The sounds of families coming home from work and school, with the gossip, the arguing, and the laughter everywhere. The red-haired schoolboy who greeted me with a goofy grin and a "Bonjour, madame" that always made me smile. Two international soccer teams which, after a beer or nine, decided to stage a practice game at 2 a.m. on the street under my window. The Italians won. Finding the best tapas bar in Spain in which to eat calamares. Watching from my window as a head-of-state was ushered down the street by a contingent of mounted cavalry wearing uniforms from another era. Waking on Sunday to the ringing of the bells in the nearby cathedral. Strolling through flower markets, taking photos and my own sweet time to enjoy every blossom. Excuse me I get a little misty when I think of all the wonderful experiences I had after I fired Jeeves and decided to go it alone in the real neighborhoods of real people. If you try it, a stay in a self-catering apartment will surely prove to be the best vacation you ever have. Agencies renting self-catering apartments Prices vary widely depending on the season, region, company, and luxury level, but a good self-catering apartment will cost at least 15 to 20 percent less than most mid-range hotel rooms. For Europe: Prices for apartments have not increased much in the last five years. They start at around $85 per night (although some can dip down to $55 during winter). For Asia: Hong Kong apartments tend to be deluxe, and start around $90 per night; you'll rarely find self-catering apartments in Japan. For Australia: Apartments start at around $85. For the U.S., prices vary more widely than other countries, but here are some regional examples: In Hawaii, apartments start at a surprisingly cheap $55-$75 per night; for New York, studio apartments in this pricey city often start at $100 per night; for Texas and other less-touristed states, apartments start at $69 per night; for Orlando, apartments that sleep four start around $88, but ones sleeping up to ten usually start at $156 per night-a grand economy of scale. France Servissimo 011-33/1-43-29-03-23 servissimo.com. Apartments of various sizes and locations throughout Paris. Friendly, helpful staff. At Home Abroad 212/421-9165 athomeabroadinc.com. Throughout France, including the Cote d'Azur and Provence. (Also serves Caribbean, Ireland, Italy, Mexico, Morocco, Portugal, U.K.) United Kingdom Holiday Serviced Apartments 011-44/20-7373-4477 holidayapartments.co.uk. Central London economy studios and flats, all fully equipped, many amenities, security, full kitchens. Apartments throughout the U.K. (Also serves Australia, Belgium, France, Germany, Hungary, Italy, Portugal, Spain, Switzerland, U.S.) Oakwood Worldwide 800/259-6914 oakwood.com. Short stays or longer throughout the U.K. (Also: Australia, Belgium, Canada, China, France, Germany, Ireland, Japan, Mexico, Nether-lands, New Zealand, Philippines, Puerto Rico, Singapore, South Korea, Spain, Thailand, U.S.) Italy Italy Weekly Rentals 011-39/6-9014-0602 italy-weekly-rentals.com. Many varied rentals available, details regarding amenities, rates, owners. Venetian Apartments 011-44/20-8878-1130 venice-rentals.com. Beautiful apartments, good locations, views, short stays of three to five nights, also weekly and monthly rentals. Northern Ireland and Irish Republic Self-Catering Ireland 011-353/53-33-999 selfcatering-ireland.com. Comprehensive reservation service for Ireland. Three- and four-star apartments from economy to four bedrooms. Irish Tourist Board/Bord Failte 011-353/1-602-4000 ireland.travel.ie. Listings of apartments throughout Ireland, ratings, descriptions, phone numbers, and contacts. Norway Norway Apartments 011-47/22-60-3666 norwayapartments.no. Apartments sleeping two to twenty; all with complete kitchens, full baths. Many apartments in Oslo and cabins throughout Norway. Norwegian Tourist Board 212/885-9700 visitnorway.com. Links to agencies providing apartments and other rentals. Information and assistance for travelers. Spain Hometours International 866/367-4668 or 865/690-8484, ask for Moti thor.he.net/~hometour/link1.htm. Many lovely apartments in all sections of Madrid. (Also serves France, Israel, Italy, Portugal, Switzerland, U.K., U.S.) International Lodging Corporation 800/SPAIN-44 or 212/228-5900 ilcweb.com. Apartments and villas in Spain for a week or longer. Tourist Office of Spain 212/265-8822, 305/358-1992, 312/642-1992, or 323/658-7188 okspain.org. Assistance in planning your trip, referrals to sources and agencies that rent apartments. Greece Elysian Holidays 011-44/15-8076-6599 elysianholidays.co.uk. Apartments, villas, and houses in Greece and the Greek Isles. (Also serves Caribbean, Cyprus, Portugal, Spain.) Portugal Owners Direct 011-44/13-7272-2708, ask for Chris or Marie Goddard ownersdirect.co.uk. Fully furnished, courtyards, scenic. Agency gives you direct addresses, names, phone numbers to book with owner/manager. Good photos of apartments and details on rates. (Also serves Canary Islands, Caribbean, Cyprus, France, Greece, Ireland, Italy, Malta, South Africa, Spain, Thailand, U.S.) Netherlands Barclay International Group 800/845-6636 or 516/759-5100 barclayweb.com. Amsterdam apartments and all types of apartments, lodges, and villas throughout Europe. Offers assistance for special needs such as for handicapped travelers. (Also serves Belgium, Caribbean, France, Germany, Greece, Ireland, Italy, Mexico, Portugal, Spain, U.K., U.S.) Netherlands Board of Tourism 888/GOHOLLAND or 212/370-7360 holland.com. Assistance in planning trips and locating resources for lodging. United States No More Hotels 212/897-0572 nomorehotels.com. From the humble to the ritzy in New York City. Apartments and condos in Hawaii and other locations. Wide variety of types, locations, prices. Provides name, address, and phone for direct contact with owner/manager. Good photos of apartments. (Also serves Africa, Asia, Australia, Canada, Caribbean, Central America, Europe, Mexico, Middle East, New Zealand, South America, South Pacific.) a hospitality company 800/987-1235 hospitalitycompany.com. Studio, one- and two-bedroom apartments, owned and furnished by the company, in safe, fun neighborhoods away from the high prices of the Times Square area. CANADA Vacations-Abroad.com 819/688-2228 vacations-abroad.com. Self-catering apartments in Montreal, Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia, British Columbia, and elsewhere. (Also serves Belgium, Caribbean, France, Greece, Italy, Mexico, Portugal, Spain, Switzerland, U.K., U.S.) Caribbean and Central America Zoomaway.com 011-44/20-7976-6514 zoomaway.com. Rental apartments, villas, condos on Antigua, Barbados, St. Lucia, Trinidad, and Tobago. All fully equipped. You can book direct with the owner or through Zoomaway.com. (Also serves Australia, Bulgaria, France, India, South Africa, Spain, Sri Lanka, Turkey, U.K., U.S.) LateLet.com 011-44/161-819-5100 latelet.com. Many types of vacation rentals in the Caribbean, as well as in San Jose and other areas of Costa Rica. (Also serves Africa, Australia, Europe, Middle East, New Zealand, South America, South Pacific, U.S.) Solapartotel Vacation Apartments 506/384-7990, ask for Franco Solano. A lovely, privately owned apartment building in residential San Jose; kitchens, fully equipped, garage. Australia Globalstore Reservations 011-61/7-5471-1013 mxp.com.au. Beautiful apartments, all sizes and prices, in Sydney, Brisbane, Melbourne, and Queensland's Gold Coast and Sunshine Coast. The Apartment Service 011-44/20-8944-1444 apartmentservice.com. Apartments throughout Australia. Fully equipped. (Also serves Africa, Belgium, Canada, Caribbean, China, eastern Europe, France, Germany, India, Ireland, Italy, Japan, Malta, Mexico, Middle East, Netherlands, New Zealand, Portugal, Russia, South America, South Pacific, Spain, Switzerland, Turkey, U.K., U.S.) China Moveandstay.com 011-66/2-891-2231 moveandstay.com. Apartments in Hong Kong, Beijing, Shanghai, and elsewhere; weekly or monthly rentals. (Also serves Australia, Belgium, France, Germany, Indonesia, Italy, Japan, Malaysia, Netherlands, New Zealand, Philippines, Singapore, Spain, Switzerland, Thailand, U.K.) Harbour Plaza North Point 011-852/2187-2888 or 011-852/2185-2888, ask for Bredon Lam or Tracy Yam in reservations harbour-plaza.com/hpnp. Inquire about the home-stay package. Luxury apartments at budget prices in Quarry Bay on Hong Kong Island. Weekly or monthly rates. All amenities including fitness center, swimming pool. Other contacts for self-catering Untours 888/868-6871 untours.com. Minimum two-week stay (with some seven-night exceptions). Packages combine airfare and a stay in a self-catering apartment or house offered in the Czech Republic, France, Germany, Hungary, Italy, Netherlands, Portugal, Spain, Switzerland, and Vietnam. English-speaking Untour guides meet travelers and provide orientation. All apartments are personally inspected. Drive-Alive Holidays 011-44/870-745-7979 drive-alive.com. Motoring holidays. Pick up vehicle in U.K. and cross the English Channel via ferry or tunnel. Motor to self-catering apartments or homes throughout Europe. Stay in one location, then drive to others arranged by the agency. Many listings. Great vacation for families.

    True Stories

    This issue's winner is Jessica Drollette, of Tahoe City, Calif. Her prize: a six-night trip to Malta, courtesy of Amelia International. On a four-week bicycle tour from San Diego to Cabo San Lucas, my boyfriend and I always got a friendly welcome from the locals. In La Paz, we met a barber and avid cyclist who invited us to spend the night; he wouldn't take no for an answer. His wife, however, was sick and tired of stinky cyclists in her house and politely said, "Absolutely not." So instead of the guest bedroom, we slept on the floor of the barber's shop. We loved it! It was clean, and the barber visited with us late into the night as we shared cycling stories and practiced our Spanish. When you get seized by the portuguese, you'll know it On a cruise from Boston to Canada, my husband and I didn't know that our ship was in bankruptcy proceedings. On our fifth night, the ship turned around and began heading toward Nova Scotia. The captain, who spoke fairly limited English, made an announcement that we had been "seized by the Portuguese," and we were not being allowed to return to the United States. When did we go to war with Portugal? I thought to myself. After much confusion, we realized that the captain had intended to say we'd been seized by the mortgagees and the cruise line was doing what it could to save the ship. --Donna Chita, Blackstone, Mass. Perhaps he was showing off his "WWJD" bracelet Moving from California to Washington, D.C., after college was a big step for me, so I thought, Why not discover what lies between the two coasts and drive cross-country? My best friend and I packed up a big brown van and headed east. Just when we hit Oklahoma, we saw a bumper sticker that said honk if you love jesus. Excited to see some actual Bible action in the Bible Belt, I honked the horn with great zeal. To our surprise, the driver rolled down the car window and gave us the finger. --Stina Skewes-Cox, Washington, D.C. It takes a kiwi to make polystyrene sound cute My husband and I rented a car to visit remote areas of the South Island of New Zealand. Along the way, we stopped at a store to buy a Styrofoam cooler for our drinks and sandwiches. Suddenly, I wondered if I had landed in an alternate existence. Here were people who looked like me and spoke the same language but had no clue what I was asking for. With wide eyes, the lady at the counter indicated I should wait, then she ran from the store. After a few minutes, she returned with a man who asked if he could help. Again I requested a Styrofoam cooler. "Ah, yes, you'll be wanting a polystyrene chilly bin." Who would've thought you'd need a translator in New Zealand? --Stacy Ewing, Denton, Md. The poor guy weeps every time he sees it taped to the fridge My husband climbed a rugged peak of lava rock to capture the spectacular sunset on our last evening in Maui. He tore his pants, lost our condo keys, and spent more than 90 minutes snapping the shutter on his fancy camera. Playing on the beach with the kids, I looked up and with my cheap digital point-and-shoot got what turned out to be the most interesting image of our entire week. --Cynthia Smith, Tacoma, Wash. Camels? Haggling? Monty hall would definitely be pleased Having argued for more than an hour over a lower price for a camel ride around the pyramids outside Cairo, I felt exceedingly proud that I'd gotten my stubborn guide's $20 price reduced to $10. Upon returning from my ride of a lifetime, I patiently waited for the guide to cue the camel to lower me down. Finally tired of the delay, I asked him if he would let me down--to which he angrily replied, "Ten dollars to ride on camel, ten dollars to get off!" --Suzanne Murrell, Orlando, Fla. One woman's disappointment is another woman's relief My friend and I wanted to try some new and unusual things while in New Orleans. Perusing the paper, we came across an ad for a "bottomless brunch" at Lucky Cheng's. We'd heard the restaurant employed waiters who were men dressed as women, and we were curious how they could pass themselves off while going bottomless. When we arrived, a fully clothed, attractive transvestite approached our table and asked if we wanted a glass of champagne. A bit perplexed, I went ahead and said, "You advertised a bottomless brunch, but we see you are clothed." The waiter laughed and told us that "bottomless brunch" meant our champagne glasses would never be empty. Not the adventure we had imagined, but fun nonetheless. --Louise Minnick, San Francisco, Calif. Gross food story of the month On a recent trip to Iceland, I stayed in a lovely hotel in Reykjavík that included a lavish breakfast buffet. The first morning, I was unable to find fruit juice and concluded that it was probably difficult to obtain in that part of the world. Spotting a glass pitcher with tiny juice glasses, I thought I'd found apple juice. Having filled the little glass, I took it to my table and started breakfast with my first dose of cod liver oil since my childhood in Scotland. No wonder the Icelanders are so healthy and attractive. I, unfortunately, had seal's breath the rest of the day. --Marion Hopkins, Aurora, Colo. None of which makes it less true It's a good thing a picture is worth a thousand words because it may take that many to explain this sign I spotted in a Beijing parking lot. According to a Chinese friend, it has nothing to do with enterprising thieves or talented burglars. Rather, it advises motorists to be careful because the ramp can get slippery. --Elizabeth Wefel, St. Paul, Minn. You might like lucky Cheng's While dining at Bobby Chinn's Restaurant in Hanoi, Vietnam, my wife ordered--unbeknownst to me--a side dish called, "We tell you that you are beautiful all night long." (It was listed on the menu as a side dish, right above the green salad, for $2.) When the waiter brought our food, he paused, looked me in the eye, and, much to my surprise, told me that I was beautiful. This continued for the entire meal. Between the waiter, busboy, and bartender I was told no less than 10 times that I was beautiful. The food and service were hands down the best we had in Vietnam. My only complaint: I wish that we'd had a waitress! --Jason Mullin, Chicago, Ill. Bambi the barbarian Friends and I visited Nara Park while vacationing in Japan. There were hundreds of free-roaming deer, so I purchased wafers to feed them. Everything started out nice and peaceful, but they soon began to get aggressive, nudging, biting, and pushing me. Fear kicked in, and I ended up throwing the wafers in the air and running as far away from the animals as I could.--Hideka Suzuki, San Francisco, Calif. It's one thing to lie about grapefruit, but holy water?! Traveling in Israel, we rode a bus that was passing through orchards of grapefruits the size of mini-basketballs. A fellow passenger asked what I thought was growing on the trees. Seeing as how we were being served fresh grapefruit and juice at every hotel on our tour, I was a bit surprised. Struggling to keep a straight face--I was wearing my clerical collar--I said they were olives and that they were placed on drying racks where they'd shrink and turn black. Soon we stopped along the Jordan River to fill plastic bottles with water. She asked me why our group wanted it, and again I couldn't resist. I explained that since this was special water from the Holy Land, if she added it to the water under her Christmas tree, the tree would stay alive and green for several years. I watched her buying dozens of bottles to fill with the water for her friends back home. --Rev. Robert Neubauer, Farmington, N.M. Speaking of grapefruit I was sunbathing on the Greek island of Zakinthos, where I'd grown unaccustomed to hearing English. "I say," I heard, my ears eagerly perking up. "Rather like two bald-headed men sleeping together under a blanket." And then I saw that two British men were looking down at me, commenting on my 42 DDD full figure in a bathing suit.--Gloria Cichy, Chicago, Ill. We see one big clue that he was happy to see you My husband Keith and I were on a group tour in Indonesia when we visited the province of Irian Jaya. We went to the Baliem Valley, where the Dani people have maintained their way of life for centuries. Unknown to us, our guide had arranged a special welcome. As our van pulled into the entrance of the remote lodging, about 40 native men armed with spears, bows, and arrows rushed from the bushes. Their entire wardrobe consisted of feather headdresses and penis sheaths made from gourds held in place by cords around their waists. Needless to say, we were scared to death. Finally we realized that it was all an act, and they gave us a friendly welcome. But have you ever shaken hands with a man wearing only a gourd?--Joyce Brooks, Evant, Tex. In Peru, thumbs-up means "the dude is out of money" The local children had been polite but eager salesmen everywhere my husband Charlie and I went in Peru. So when we reached the hotel on our last day, my eyes didn't linger on the little boys clamoring for our attention. Charlie, however, dug into his pockets for our dwindling Peruvian soles, much to their delight. A short time later, Charlie and the boys sneaked past the doorman and rested together in the lobby as we waited for our flight home. Our last photo revealed them signaling "hook 'em horns" and "thumbs-up"--tired but happy, just boys being boys even though our soles were long gone.--Jennifer Hann, Jonesborough, Tenn. Coming soon to a theater near you: whatever happened to baby doris? Celebrating my husband's 50th birthday with a two-week trip to Italy was absolutely wonderful, even with our 3-year-old daughter Waverly as a travel companion. However, Waverly's own travel companion--her doll Baby Doris--gave us a few problems. After arriving in Milan before our flight home the next day, we unloaded the taxi as Waverly searched frantically for Baby Doris. Our lackadaisical, travel-weary comments consisted of "Waverly, you lost the baby!" and "The baby was the one thing you had to keep your eye on, and you lost it!" The driver gave us a few strange looks before finally exclaiming, "A baby doll! I thought you were looking for a real baby!" He was so relieved that it wasn't a real baby he drove back to the airport and fetched Baby Doris from the rental office where Waverly had forgotten it.--Lisa Williams, Elizabethtown, Ky.

    Budget Travel Lists

    10 Great Islands You've Never Heard Of!

    What you'll find in this story: Island escapes, secluded vacations, unique vacation ideas, island getaways, islands in Australia, Panama, Scotland, the Azores, France, Mexico, Fiji, Croatia, Brazil and Japan Australia, Kangaroo Island When white men first set foot on the 1,738-square-mile island off the south coast of Australia, they were able to stroll up to kangaroos and club them for food (hence the island's name). Because there were no natural predators, the kangaroos didn't have the instinct to flee. Today, Kangaroo Island remains free of foxes and dingoes and serves as a sanctuary for hundreds of species of animals and birds. Koalas, kangaroos, sea lions, penguins, and wallabies can all be seen at close range. The wildlife is so spectacular that the unspoiled beaches, craggy rock formations, and eucalyptus forests get second billing. Kangaroo Island is a 30-minute flight from Adelaide (011-61/2-6393-5550, regionalexpress.com.au, $90 round trip), or 45 minutes by ferry from Cape Jervis (011-61/8-8202-8688, sealink.com.au, $41). Rather than booking transportation and exploring on your own, it's smarter to buy a package that includes lodging and a tour. Many animal habitats aren't marked, and even from a moving vehicle a good guide can point out echidnas--small porcupine-like creatures--and other animals that you'd probably never see. Adventure Charters, one of the best operators, charges $610 for air from Adelaide, a full day of touring, one night and dinner at a top B&B, and a classic "barbie in the bush," with grilled fish under a canopy (011-61/8-8553-9119, adventurecharters.com.au). Or try the Wayward Bus, which is geared more to backpackers and includes one night in a motel, meals, and two days of touring for $234 (011-61/8-8410-8833, waywardbus.com.au). --Margaret Borden Panama, Isla Bastimentos Blissfully lost in the Bocas del Toro region of northwestern Panama, Bastimentos comprises almost everything that's not underwater in a 51-square-mile marine preserve speckled with reefs. Just off adjacent Zapatilla Cay, ribbons of light ripple over 30-foot walls of coral. The four-mile stretch of Playa Larga serves as a critical nesting site for four species of sea turtles. Monkeys gambol in the rain forest, to a sound track of toucans and oropendolas. The region is particularly known for the tiny scarlet-vested poison dart frogs that hop around the forest floor. (They're harmless as long as you don't ingest the venom or allow it to enter an open wound.) Daily one-hour flights from Panama City land in Bocas, a funky seaside town that blends Caribe creole with Afro-Cuban patois (Aeroperlas, 011-507/315-7500, aeroperlas.com, from $60 each way). From there, grab a water taxi ($5) for the 10-minute trip to Bastimentos. Beaches and snorkeling sites are everywhere, and boatmen will take you to countless reefs for a couple of hours for around $15. Or negotiate for a ride to the Ngobe village, where curious children swarm visitors, local artisans sell tribal carvings, and guides lead hikes through the forest. At the end of the island opposite the pier is the ecoresort Al Natural, where a boat ride transfer, three meals a day, use of kayaks and snorkel gear, and a private cabana start at $75 a night per person (011-507/757-9004, bocas.com/alnatura.htm, no credit cards). On a tiny island just off of Bastimentos, Coral Cay Cabins offers a similar package but with two meals a day and use of a wooden canoe (011-507/626-1919, bocas.com/coralcay.htm, from $75 per person). --Jeff Hull Scotland, Isle of Harris The isles of Harris and Lewis--one landmass divided by a narrow isthmus and the vagaries of clan history--sit on the edge of the Atlantic abyss. Tip to tip, the land measures 60 miles, but driving from one end to the other on its twisting one-lane roads while dodging wayward sheep can take the better part of a day. The rugged granite ridges, humped green mountains, fishing villages, mysterious ancient ruins, and serene lochs are all somewhat de rigueur in Scotland's Outer Hebrides. It's Harris's sparkling sands and a sea as cobalt as the Caribbean that come as a brilliant surprise. The ferry ride from Skye takes about two hours (Caledonian MacBrayne, calmac.co.uk, round trip from $30, $148 with a car). Five miles south of the port at Tarbert, the Sandview House B&B stands above a long crescent of soft, sandy beach (6 Scarista, 011-44/1859-550212, from $96 double). The hosts' first language is Gaelic, as it is for most people in the area. All bedrooms have a view of the sea, and corncrakes--among the world's rarest, most secretive birds--occasionally strut by the window during breakfast. Wrap yourself in thick tweed and make way to the south of Harris, where the mountains and empty moorlands invite hikers. Stop in for tea, a plate of risotto, or a crock of scallops at the luxurious Rodel Hotel, built at land's end in the shadows of the 500-year-old St. Clement's Church (011-44/1859-520210, rodelhotel.co.uk, rooms from $200, full meals about $50). Over on Lewis, the Standing Stones of Callanish--huge slabs arranged in the shape of a cross--would probably be as famous as Stonehenge if they were on the mainland. --J.H. The Azores, Faial For hundreds of years, ships have stopped in Horta, the main port of Faial, on their way between the New and Old Worlds. The seafarers left their mark, creating a giant collage of inscriptions and colorful paintings on the walls and sidewalks of the marina's jetty. (Bad luck reputedly follows any sailor who doesn't leave a mark in the port.) Yachts and fishing boats still pull into Faial regularly, but the nine islands of the Azores--an autonomous region of Portugal, in a warm climate 900 miles west of the mainland--also bring in Europeans attracted to the volcanic landscapes, black sand beaches, and peaceful vibe. Simple rooms with marina views and air-conditioning are usually less than $100 a night at Residencial São Francisco in Horta (Rua Conselheiro Medeiros, 011-351/292-200-980, residencialsaofrancisco.com). SATA International flies direct from Boston to the island of São Miguel in the Azores, with continuing flights to Horta (800/762-9995, azores-express.com, from $908). The Peter Café Sport, serving sailors since 1918, is big on nautical memorabilia (Rua Tenente Valadim, 011-351/292-292-327, grilled ham, cheese, and pineapple sandwich $2). The cafe's museum houses a fascinating scrimshaw collection ($2). Faial's western end is a moonscape formed by a volcano eruption in the 1950s, where roofs still peek out from mounds of ash. The nearby Forest Park of Capelo is a nice swath of green with tables and chairs made of volcanic stone. It's perfect for picnics. After exploring Faial, try neighboring isles Pico and São Jorge, connected by ferries; they're known for their wine and cheese respectively (transmacor.pt, $4--$17 each way). --Jeanine Barone France, Ile de la Barthelasse When Avignon's medieval popes needed a break from the hubbub of their walled city, they crossed a bridge to a bucolic retreat in the middle of the Rhone River. Centuries later, Ile de la Barthelasse and adjoining Ile de Piot--whose vineyards, vegetable gardens, and pear, apple, and cherry orchards cover more than half of their nearly three total square miles--still make for a wonderful getaway. The two river islands are crisscrossed by cobbled walkways, woodsy hiking trails, and rambling country roads. An old path along the river provides spectacular views of Avignon's ramparts and the St. Bénézet Bridge, both the subjects of Impressionist paintings. To reach the islands, pedal across the Daladier Bridge on a rental from Provence Bike (011-33/4-90-27-92-61, provence-bike.com, from $13.50 per day) or hop on the free bus from Avignon's Porte de l'Oulle. Once there, you'll feel truly out in the country by mounting a horse at Centre Equestre d'Avignon (011-33/4-90-85-83-48, cheval-avignon.com, from $3 per hour, reservations required). While away the hours in the riverfront bar/cafés or on the leafy terrace at Le Bercail (Chemin des Canotiers, 011-33/4-90-82-20-22, pizzas from $6), which looks straight across to Avignon's bluffs. Bed down in elegance at Auberge de la Treille (011-33/4-90-16-46-20, latreille.net, rooms from $104), an 18th-century mansion. Splurge on the evening menu for the full glory of Provençal cuisine--foie gras, fish, cheeses, truffles, fresh fruit, and chocolates (prix fixe from $30). --David Lyon Mexico, Isla Holbox Less than 100 miles north of the giant resorts and rowdy revelers in Cancún lies an island that feels like it's on another continent. On Isla Holbox, the village square, or El Parque, consists of a basketball court where locals play pickup games and a few basic stores that would never be considered boutiques. Instead of cars, golf cart taxis quietly motor along sandy streets. The island has no nightclubs, high-rise hotels, cell phone service, or ATMs (bring pesos). The lack of distractions leaves you with plenty of time for walking on the beach, feasting on the freshest seviche, taking siestas, swimming in calm waters, and collecting seashells. Peek into the doorway of a sand-floored home and you're likely to catch someone napping in a hammock. It's hard not to succumb to the slow life. In the afternoons, amble over to the beachside cantina Discoteca Carioca's (no address or phone; like everything else on the island, it's easy to find) for guacamole and a michelada--a specialty that mixes lots of lime with beer and a shot of chili sauce. A kiosk in the square serves a perfectly crisp chicken torta (sandwich) for about $1.50. If you're feeling ambitious, rent a sea kayak or try to reel in a few yellowtail or bonitos on a deep-sea fishing excursion. There aren't outfitters per se, so arrange an outing through your hotel, or simply head down to the waterfront and haggle. During the summer months, a local skipper can also take you out to swim with 50-foot whale sharks. It may sound dangerous, but the sharks are actually harmless and friendly. To get to Holbox from the port of Chiquila, catch the 9 Hermanos Ferry for the half-hour ride (travelyucatan.com, $4). Depending on the season, $80 to $130 scores a thatched-roof palapa, with beds made of rough-hewn logs, and a breakfast of eggs and fresh fruit, at the Xaloc Resort (011-52/984-87-52160, holbox-xalocresort.com). --Melinda Page Fiji, Ovalau From 1852 to 1882, Levuka, a rowdy outpost for sailors and traders on the island of Ovalau, served as Fiji's capital. Today, the Fijian government and most tourists do their business on Viti Levu, leaving Ovalau quiet and empty. The clapboard storefronts along Levuka's main drag have survived largely intact from the colonial days. Instead of the rollicking saloons of yesteryear, they now house quiet dry-goods stores and a few restaurants, such as Whale's Tale (011-679/344-0235, fresh fish or pasta entrées $6). Another relic is the Royal Hotel, which opened in 1852 and is Fiji's oldest hotel (011-679/344-0024, royal@connect.com.fj, doubles from $18). The old South Pacific comes to life in the lounge, which has creaking rattan furniture, a snooker table, and giant tortoise shells hanging on the walls. Rooms are furnished simply, with a couple of cots, toilet, and shower. The four guest rooms at Levuka Homestay offer better accommodations, including air-conditioning, a shady deck, and a full breakfast (011-679/344-0777, levukahomestay.com, doubles from $65). Round trips from Suva, on Viti Levu, to Levuka start at $72 (Air Fiji, 011-679/331-3666, airfiji.net). Ovalau lacks good swimming beaches, but the soft corals surrounding the island make for fine diving. Ovalau Watersports runs daily dives, as well as tours to Caqalai, a speck of an island with coral sand beaches 40 minutes away (011-679/344-0166, owlfiji.com, two-tank dive $75, Caqalai tour $40). --M.B. Croatia, Korcula A jewel box that juts like a thumb from the main body of the island, Korcula's Old Town owes much of its architectural heritage to the 15th and 16th centuries, when it was part of the prosperous Republic of Venice. Narrow streets lined with medieval white-stone buildings spread out from the spire of St. Mark's Cathedral at the center of town. Encircling the densely packed city is a 14th-century wall; sapphire-blue waters surround the entire isle. Korcula is connected by ferry to the more popular towns of Split and Dubrovnik (Jadrolinija Ferries, jadrolinija.hr, from $5). The boat drops you off in Vela Luka, on Korcula's western end. Buses bump along the spine of the island eastbound to Korcula Town, dipping past black cypress trees and terraced olive groves, with some hairpin turns along the way. On the harbor in Old Town is the Hotel Korcula, a Venetian palace with a loggia where you can have breakfast and look across the bay to the hills of the mainland (011-385/20-711-078, doubles from $67). A 10-minute bus ride away, the small fishing village of Lumbarda has the only sandy beaches on the island--at the end of a red dirt path that winds through vineyards that produce a crisp white wine called Grk. Enjoy a glass and dig into fresh grilled fish and octopus back in Korcula Town at Konoba Adio Mare (011-385/20-711-253, dinner for two $35). After dinner, go for a stroll through romantically lit Old Town. Pass by the city walls on the way to the harbor to watch the sky glow and slowly darken over the channel and the hillsides. --Sunshine Flint Brazil, Ilha Grande Rio's beaches sizzle, but when Brazilians want the escape that only an island can offer, they go to Ilha Grande. The 119-square-mile slice of paradise is home to 106 beaches, 500 full-time residents, and no cars (they're banned). Bring good walking shoes or be prepared to paddle a kayak, which are the only ways to find some of the best beaches and coves. Surfers are wowed by the waves at Lopes Mendes and other beaches, divers love the caverns and crystal clear waters in every direction, and hikers keep busy with scores of trails, such as the one that ascends 3,200 feet to the island's best lookout, Pico do Papagaio (Parrot's Peak). Until a decade ago, the only visitors to the island came in shackles. Ilha Grande served as a penal colony until 1994, so tourism is relatively new; there's little chance of finding resort chains renting wave runners. Abraão, the main hub, consists of a few souvenir shops and cafés. Ilhagrande.com.br lists places to stay and covers the basics, including how to get to Angra dos Reis or Mangaratiba, the mainland ports that connect to Ilha Grande by two-hour ferry. The island's edges are dotted with inns, or pousadas--most quite inexpensive thanks to the strong U.S. dollar. The nine suites at Sagu Resort are decorated simply, with exposed wooden beams and white walls, and outside each guest room there's a porch with a hammock (011-55/24-3361-5660, saguresort.com, doubles from $80). The property overlooks the beach, and up a stone path you can kick back in the dreamy ofuro (hot tub). Abraão is a 15-minute walk away, but most everything you want is right at the resort, including kayak rentals, caipirinhas, fresh-caught fish, and tropical fruit picked from the garden. --Jessica Shaw Japan, Miyajima The Japanese say that their country has three most scenic spots: Amanohashidate, a sandbar that snakes across Miyazu Bay in the northern Kyoto Prefecture; Matsushima Bay, which is dotted with 260 tiny, pine-covered islands; and Miyajima, or "shrine island"--12 square miles dedicated to the three daughters of Susano-o-no-Mikoto, the Shinto god of the oceans. The island is so sacred that no one is supposed to give birth or die here; there are no maternity wards or cemeteries. Cutting trees is forbidden, and the forest provides sanctuary for dozens of bird species, as well as deer, which roam all over, and monkeys, which live atop 1,740-foot Mount Misen (reached by a two-hour hike from the pier or a 30-minute cable car ride). After a 10-minute ferry ride departing near Hiroshima, you're greeted by a 50-foot-tall red Torii gate that soars out of the water majestically, signifying entrance to the spiritual realm. Taira-no-Kiyomori, a 12th-century warlord, funded the construction of the main Itsukushima shrine--a collection of buildings on stilts over a cove--to provide repose for the souls of the war dead. A five-story pagoda, folklore museum, and aquarium are all minutes from the docks. Stop at a shop for momiji-manju--sponge cakes filled with sweet red bean paste, custard, or chocolate--or sit down at a restaurant for eel, oysters, or okonomiyaki, a vegetable and meat pancake. The island has several fine small inns, such as the Miyajima Hotel Makoto, where most rooms are equipped with tatami mats and futons (011-81/829-44-0070, makato@gambo-ad.com, from $125). Or make Miyajima a day trip and stay in Hiroshima at the World Friendship Center, a B&B that arranges tours of the peace park and interviews with A-bomb survivors (8-10 Higashi Kannon-machi, 011-81/82-503-3191, from $34 per person). --Jeanette Hurt

    National Parks

    Mount Rainier and the North Cascades

    Washington State's Mount Rainier National Park is a rugged landscape of waterfalls, glaciers, and lakes. The upper slope of its highest peak, Mount Rainier, a 14,410-foot-high volcano in the Cascade mountain range, is covered with 26 glaciers and scores of snowfields. Together they total 35 square miles, making it the country's largest single-mountain ice mass outside of Alaska. And that holds true even in summer, when hikers find ample ammunition for snowball fights after only 20 minutes of climbing up any number of trails. A four-day, 600-mile-loop drive out of Seattle is the ideal way to take in Mount Rainier, along with its national park neighbor, North Cascades National Park; an Old West mining town that's working hard to preserve its history; a bustling lake resort; and a curious village with Bavarian aspirations. Day one: Seattle to Winthrop The drive got under way inauspiciously as my wife, Sandy, and I negotiated the traffic on I-5/I-405 north out of Seattle's urban clutter. But as soon as we exited east onto the North Cascades Highway (State Route 20), the road opened up, and a seemingly impenetrable wall of soaring peaks loomed ahead. The Cascade mountain range is a 700-mile-long chain stretching from northern California into British Columbia. Within it, North Cascades National Park has the sheerest, most rugged peaks. More than a dozen soar above 8,000 feet; even the most experienced hikers can find them intimidating. Drenched by Pacific storms, the western slopes are covered in a dense, eerily dark forest dripping with moss. And on the high cliffs, hundreds of waterfalls cascade down--which is how the range got its name. We stopped briefly in Newhalem, where the National Park Service operates a visitor center, and picked up a free guide to day hikes. A mile beyond, we entered a misty forest on the gentle Trail of the Cedars. Following the racing Skagit River, the path makes a short loop among giant Douglas firs and western red cedars, which rival the California redwood for size and beauty. Signs along the way introduced us to the region's plants and trees; I started my informal education on how to tell the difference between firs and cedars. (Though both trees have reddish brown bark, cedars have scale-like leaves, while firs have needles.) After our hike, we picnicked at the trailhead, buying bread and a sharp cheddar at the Skagit General Store, which is right in the parking lot. East of Newhalem, the highway climbs through a spectacular gorge, edging high above a trio of slender lakes resembling the fjords of Norway. Gorge and Diablo lakes appeared bright green; Ross Lake, shimmering in the sun, reflected the deep blue of the sky. Checking our guidebook, we kept an eye out for the trail to Rainy Lake. The trail is just a mile long (one way), and it leads to what we agreed was one of the prettiest views in the Cascades. The path plunges into a forest of spruce, fir, and mountain hemlock. We crossed two bridged streams that splash down the mountainside. Then we found a place where suddenly the trees give way to a small turquoise lake, with evergreens lining the shore and a wall of rock towering above. Three thread-like waterfalls pour down. The road reaches its highest point at Washington Pass, at 5,477 feet. From a viewing area, we spotted climbers inching up 7,740-foot Liberty Bell, a massive rock that resembles the Philadelphia landmark. A ranger next to us watched the climbers' slow progress through her telescope. The highway descends gradually through a winding canyon to the town of Winthrop, on the sunnier, drier eastern foothills of the Cascades. The old mining outpost has worked vigorously to preserve its frontier look. Balconies hang over wooden sidewalks, creating a main street that looks like it could be a Gunsmoke set. Old Schoolhouse Brewery now occupies the town's little red schoolhouse--a fake frontier structure that was actually built in the 1970s--and serves the award-winning Ruud Awakening. In addition to refurbishing some old buildings, the town also built new ones in an Old West style. In search of a decidedly more authentic experience, we walked a block off the main road, Riverside Avenue, to the multibuilding Shafer Museum. The weathered collection of historical structures outlines the town's mining past. At the end of Riverside Avenue, the new 29-room Hotel Rio Vista lived up to its name; our room had a terrific view of the Methow River. For dinner, we took a two-minute walk down the street to the Riverside Grill, where I had a generous platter of excellent barbecued ribs. Day one Lodging   Hotel Rio Vista 285 Riverside Ave., Winthrop, 800/398-0911, hotelriovista.com, from $60 Food   Riverside Grill 162 Riverside Ave., Winthrop, 509/996-2444, barbecued rib platter $13   Old Schoolhouse Brewery 155 Riverside Ave., Winthrop, 509/996-3183, pint $3.50 Attractions   Visitor Center, North Cascades National Park Newhalem, 206/386-4495, nps.gov/noca Day two: Winthrop to Yakima Before leaving town, we stopped in at the Winthrop National Fish Hatchery to learn about efforts to boost the number of chinook, steelhead, and coho salmon spawning in the waters here. The chinook and steelhead are officially listed as endangered species, and the coho is in even more serious trouble. Since the 1940s, the hatchery has been raising salmon, releasing almost 1 million youngsters annually on a 600-mile journey to the Pacific Ocean past nine dams, where the salmon live for an average of two to three years before returning to spawn. Annual returns number in the low hundreds. Due to the hatchery's efforts, the salmon are surviving, though certainly not thriving yet. This area has been plagued by summer forest fires, and the 66-year-old North Cascades Smokejumper Base, just outside downtown Winthrop, is the "birthplace of smoke jumping." Sandy relaxed in the room while I took a free 60-minute tour. An on-duty smoke jumper showed me the crew's parachute rigging room and led me aboard the two-engine plane waiting on the runway for the next fire call. Next up was Chelan, a busy resort town on a large lake. It was a little cold for a swim, so we enjoyed the views from the banks. Lake Chelan was carved by a glacier and cuts a thin swath into the heart of the Cascades. Passenger ferries cross the lake, which is 50 miles long, but we arrived too late to catch the 8:30 a.m. round trip on the Lady Express. For the next 40 miles to Wenatchee, U.S. 97 south runs along the Columbia River and the massive Lake Entiat, formed by a river dam. We stopped at one of the many roadside fruit stands to purchase a small box of golden Rainier cherries, fresh-picked and luscious, before briefly detouring west into the mountains to the curious little Bavarian-inspired village of Leavenworth. Taking a cue from their Alps-like setting, the local folk--who are not necessarily of German descent--decided to revitalize their once-failing community by creating an ersatz Bavarian village. Shopkeepers and restaurant crews are decked out in lederhosen.  Yakima is an agriculturally rich city, noted in particular for its cherries, apples, and very good wines. It's possible to taste for free at 46 Yakima Valley wineries, many of which are clustered south of town.  Day two Attractions   Winthrop National Fish Hatchery Winthrop, 509/996-2424   North Cascades Smokejumper Base Winthrop, 509/997-2031   Lady Express Operated by Lake Chelan Boat Company, Chelan, 509/682-4584, ladyofthelake.com, 8:30 a.m. cruise $47   Yakima Valley wineries 800/258-7270, wineyakimavalley.com Day three: Yakima to Mount Rainier National Park We kept jackets and sweaters close at hand as we headed back to the high country. Even in midsummer, daytime temperatures can drop as low as 30 degrees, and lingering snowbanks line the road. On the way out of town, we stopped at a grocery store and picked up cheese, crackers, cherries, and cookies and packed them in a cooler in the car. Our winding ascent began just outside Yakima. Initially we passed through the slender canyon of the Naches River, and then at Chinook Pass (elevation 5,432 feet), we entered Mount Rainier National Park. At the first sight of snow, Sandy and I pulled off the road to toss snowballs, each of us scoring a direct hit. Though it's not America's highest peak, Rainier is the most awesome I've ever seen, because of both its massive bulk and easy accessibility. You can drive almost up to the edge of some of the glaciers. Practically filling the sky, the mountain towers in solitary glory above neighboring Cascade peaks like the statuesque ruler of a mystical ice kingdom. Our first stop in the park, requiring a round-trip detour of 40 miles, was Sunrise, which, at 6,400 feet, is the highest point reachable by car. We got a close-up view of Emmons, the largest (at 4.3 square miles) of Rainier's 26 glaciers, before stopping to pull out our cooler contents and picnic along the White River. It has its name for a reason: It appears white in color, a result of the silt--crushed rock called "glacial flour"--that is carried by glacial melt. Doubling back, we headed west to Paradise, which is the park's hub. The mini-village has a visitor center, a restaurant, trailheads to the summit, and a climbing school. Rainier's last major eruption was more than 500 years ago, but it could spout off again at any time. There are signs pointing the way to evacuation routes in the park, should you be on hand for the next eruption. Needless to say, I found the warnings a bit unnerving. The best way to view Rainier, a ranger told us, is to hike one of the well-marked trails at the edge of Nisqually Glacier. A low portion of the Skyline Trail led us through fields thick with wildflowers. A side trail took us up to a point where snow started. Not too far past that, the snow was so high it blocked our path, and we were forced to return to the original trail. That night, we stayed in Paradise, at the Paradise Inn. Built in 1917, it's a handsome wooden structure. In the grand lobby, the furniture is made of hand-hewn cedar. And upstairs, the rooms are tiny; a double bed all but fills one, leaving space for only a nightstand and--if you're lucky enough to get one of the bigger rooms--a chair and desk. But rates are reasonable, and the views in every direction qualify as luxury-class. It's the best place to stay in the park, and for that reason, it tends to book up months in advance. Day three Lodging   Paradise Inn Paradise, Mount Rainier National Park, 360/569-2275, guestservices.com/rainier, from $92 Food Paradise Inn Dining Room bourbon buffalo meat loaf, $15.50 Attractions   Mount Rainier National Park 360/569-2211, nps.gov/mora, $10 per car, valid for one week On our way out of the park, we stopped at Narada Falls. The magnificent waterfall spills over a cliff's edge in a roar and hits a huge rock; the water is then dispersed, spreading wide in a flow that seems as delicate as a Spanish fan. At the base of the falls, we picked up the 93-mile-long Wonderland Trail, which encircles Mount Rainier. We hiked for an hour and then turned around. But it led us into a quieter side of Rainier, with shadowy forests where the peace is broken only by the splashing of a stream. Before returning to Seattle, we caught a last glimpse of Rainier's glaciers out of the car's rear window. Just the memory of the ice seemed to keep us cooler for the rest of the summer. Finding your way At least five discount airlines serve Seattle-Tacoma International Airport: America West, American Trans Air, Southwest, Frontier, and JetBlue. You should be able to rent a car with unlimited mileage for under $140 a week. Keep in mind that snow in both North Cascades and Mount Rainier national parks can close parts of this route from November to May. If you go during any season other than summer, it's wise to check ahead about road conditions. Even in summer, on the western slopes of the Cascades you'll need a jacket, and it's possible that you'll also need a poncho or other rain gear. On the sunny eastern slopes, shorts and T-shirts should be sufficient. Temperatures reach 80 degrees. 1. Seattle Airport to Winthrop, 200 miles From the airport, take I-5/I-405 north to Route 20 east (North Cascades Highway) to Winthrop. Be sure to allow plenty of time for the drive; after leaving the interstates, the road becomes narrow and windy, and its edges are sheer drop-offs. 2. Winthrop to Yakima, 190 miles Take Route 20 south via Twisp to Route 153 south. At Pateros, continue south on U.S. 97, detouring four miles west into Leavenworth on U.S. 2. Return to U.S. 97 south to Ellensburg, picking up I-82 south into Yakima. 3. Yakima to Mount Rainier National Park (Paradise), 125 miles Take U.S. 12 west, picking up Route 410 into Mount Rainier National Park. Once in the park, detour north to get to Sunrise. To reach Paradise, you'll have to double back the way you came. 4. Paradise to Seattle airport, 95 miles Follow the park road to the Nisqually entrance. Pick up Route 706 west to Elbe, connecting to Route 7 and then to I-5 north. From the park, the drive to the airport should take about two and a half hours.