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Overview Legendary San Ignacio Lagoon in Baja is one of our two locations for one of lifes most soul-stirring experiences.  For reasons that no one understands, a select number of Pacific gray whales enjoy contact with people, and on these whale-watching tours you will get up close and personal with these gigantic animals. San Ignacio whale watching is not to be missed and our camp, set on the edge of the water, is an ideal base of exploration.  We head out twice each day to observe, discuss and get close to these gentle creatures that dwarf the motor skiffs (pangas) aboard which we travel.  After each excursion we return to our camp to relax, enjoy a meal and after dinner, watch the sunset over this large Pacific lagoon.  Our camp has a large dining dome and comfortable stand-up tents with cots.   San Ignacio Lagoon is one of our sheltered lagoons that are connected to the migratory path of the gray whales as they travel the Pacific Coast of North America from Alaska to Mexico, where they arrive every December and January to calve.  Thousands of these awe-inspiring animals arrive each winter to bear their young, after having traveled over 5000 miles from the north. For the past several decades, these gray whale birthing lagoons in Baja California have enjoyed strict Federal protection.  Permits for the whale watching boats are limited and closely monitored.  A lagoon guard notes exactly what time any boat enters the whale watching area and assures that each boat spend no more than the two hour limit.  From the stable and comfortable skiffs, you watch  the whales and their young calves (which may vary from a month to a couple of months old.   There is also fascinating adult behavior to observe as well such as breaching, fluking and spy-hopping.   It is not uncommon for a mother whale and he calf to approach our motor skiffs close enough that we are able to lean out and touch them.  The key here is that the whales approach us and not vice versa.  No one knows for sure why they exhibit this behavior, but looking into the eye of a whale is a very powerful experience.   While the whales dont always swim close enough to be touched,  it is not uncommon and at the very least, you will be within 15-20 of these athletic whales. Additional Information: Our whale watching trips at San Ignacio Lagoon take place within the Whale Sanctuary of El Vizcaino that comprises two coastal lagoons, Laguna Ojo de Liebre and Laguna San Ignacio, along with their surroundings.  The region includes a spectacular mosaic of wetlands, mangroves, dunes and desert habitats.  The area is huge – over 800, 000 acres and is part of the even larger El Vizcaino Biosphere Reserve which is the biggest Biosphere Reserve in all of Latin America. The two whale calving lagoons are the World's most important place for the reproduction of the once-endangered North Pacific Gray Whale. The protection of these winter breeding grounds has been a key factor in the remarkable recovery of this species after near-extinction that was the result of commercial whaling, which took part along the Pacific Coast and even inside these very lagoons.  The whales that come here each winter migrate between these lagoons and the summer feeding grounds in the Chukchi, Beaufort and Bering Seas. In addition to the gray whales, the lagoons are habitat for numerous other marine mammals, such as the California sea lion, bottlenose dolphin and harbor seal. There are four marine turtle species that live in the shallow waters which are also an important habitat and nursery-area for a large number of fish, crustaceans, and others marine life. As well there are numerous breeding and migratory bird species.  Not far from the glistening blue waters are desert sands and this biogeographically part of the Sonoran Desert, boasting highly diverse flora and fauna is also protected. It is fabulous that the first conservation effort that came into force was in 1937 with the Convention for the Protection of Migratory Birds and Game Mammals -  a bilateral agreement between Mexico and the United States of America. Another important protection came with Mexico's adherence to the International Whaling Commission in 1949, which has been protecting Gray Whales from commercial whaling since its establishment. A marine refuge zone was established, by Federal Decree in 1971, for whales in Laguna Ojo de Liebre, followed by another decree one year later establishing several refuges around the lagoons. In 1988, the federal government declared El Vizcaino a biosphere reserve, which was then internationally recognized under the UNESCO Man and the Biosphere Program in 1993. We invite you to join us in this remarkable corner of the world for a life-enriching adventure to view whales, and the possibility to extend your vacation to hike and see the cave paintings of the Sierra de San Francisco. Supporting Documents San Ignacio Trip Guide San Ignacio Packing Guide Baja Reading List Images & Videos Itinerary Day Day 0 Welcome to Loreto in Baja! We offer whale watching tours at San Ignacio Lagoon as a stand-alone experience with transportation to and from Loreto (about five hours south) or in combination with our sea kayaking tours in Loreto.  You can combine a 4-day sea kayak tour of the Islands of Loreto with a 3-day whale watching tour in San Ignacio Lagoon.  The San Ignacio Whale Watching with Kayaking combination tours run from mid-March to mid-April. Arrive in Loreto, headquarters for ROW Sea Kayak Adventures operations in Baja!  We have been based in this lovely town since 1993 and consider ourselves part of the fabric of the community.  We are proud that we employ over 15 Mexican guides, support a number of local businesses, buy all our supplies locally and generally have a large economic impact within Baja California.   On your arrival catch a short cab ride to your hotel.   Drop off your bags and head out to explore this tranquil colonial town.  Founded in 1697 by Jesuit Missionaries, it is the regions oldest permanent settlement.   Located on the Sea of Cortez, Loreto today remains idyllic in many ways.  There are gorgeous beaches, whale watching opportunities, snorkeling, and superb hiking and, is our base for kayaking tours to nearby Islands of Loreto Bay National Marine Park.  Enjoy the town and waterfront promenade before we gather an orientation meeting at the Hacienda Suites. ACCOMMODATION: not included) Day 1 Drive from Loreto to San Ignacio Lagoon Today is a fabulous day of discovery!  We rise and shine early then begin our drive north along the coast, and then west across the desert to the Pacific Ocean.  This is the perfect introduction to the mountains and landscape of Baja California, and we will stop for some memorable highlights along the way.  We will visit the old mining town of Santa Rosalia, founded in 1884 by a French copper mining company, where we see a handsome metal church designed by Gustave Eiffel, of Eiffel Tower fame!  By early afternoon we arrive in the old mission town of San Ignacio. We arrive in the afternoon just in time for our first Whale Watching session in San Ignacio Lagoon. Breathe in the salty air of our secluded, quiet stretch of beach before settling into tonights accommodations.  We dine together outside under the stars. Our seaside camp, perfectly located on the lagoon, provides everything you need for a rustic, but comfortable experience. ACCOMMODATION: Whale Camp at San Ignacio MEALS INCLUDED: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner Day Day 2 Whale Watching Galore! It is hard to capture in words the powerful experience of an intimate whale encounter.  To be close to these powerful, yet gentle animals, is the dream of many, and our whale watching adventure will fulfill that dream.  We head out from our camp in small, motorized boats, locally called “pangas” with expert skippers.  During our whale-watching sessions we are likely to see whales spy hop, breach and even witness a rare mating romp.  Our small pangas allow us to observe the whales at close range.  Once we near a whale (or whales) at a respectful distance the engine is put into neutral and its up to the whale to come closer or not.  It is not uncommon for a whale, or a whale and her calf, to come up right next to the boat for a back scratch or head rub!  Its impossible to know why they exhibit this behavior, but we are the lucky recipients!  To look into the eye of a whale is truly one of lifes most rare and moving experiences. Whale watching activity is closely monitored and a limited number of boats are allowed in the lagoon whale watching area each morning and afternoon.  Generally, we spend a hour and a half whale watching per excursion, and take two excursions today, but this could vary depending on whale activity, weather and regulations. Each excursion is different and a variety of whale behavior is witnessed while our naturalist guides offer you a wealth of knowledge to enrich your journey. When not on the boats, we may hike, birdwatch, or explore the local mangrove estuaries. ACCOMMODATION: Whale Camp at San Ignacio MEALS INCLUDED: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner Day Day 3 San Ignacio back to Loreto Awake and say goodbye to San Ignacio Lagoon.  We have a morning whale watching session before we catch our van transport and return to Loreto where some may be continuing to our Islands of Loreto Bay Kayaking Tour, or concluding their adventures in Baja. ACCOMMODATION: not included) MEALS INCLUDED: Breakfast, Lunch Day Day 4 Depart Home or Extend Your Trip Return to the Loreto Aiport to catch your return flight home.  Or, you may want to extend your trip with a kayaking tour around the islands of Loreto! Whale Watching in San Ignacio Bay As the whales migrate north to arctic waters, we also move our whale watching tours north from Magdalena Bay to San Ignacio Lagoon. This is one of the three prime whale watching areas in Baja, with several hundred whales visiting each winter.  While not as close to Loreto as our Magdalena Bay whale camp, traveling to San Ignacio gives us the opportunity to have the powerful experience of getting up close to the gray whales for another month into the spring. To get to San Igancio Lagoon, we drive north from Loreto to the historic French mining town of Santa Rosalia (where we visit a church designed by Gustave Eiffel of Eiffel tower fame) and on to the historic Spanish mission town of San Ignacio. From here it's another hour to the bay and our accommodations.  This trip is offered as a stand-alone whale watching tour, or better yet, combined with 4 days of sea kayaking in the Islands of Loreto. Collapse all days Day 0 Welcome to Loreto in Baja! We offer whale watching tours at San Ignacio Lagoon as a stand-alone experience with transportation to and from Loreto (about five hours south) or in combination with our sea kayaking tours in Loreto.  You can combine a 4-day sea kayak tour of the Islands of Loreto with a 3-day whale watching tour in San Ignacio Lagoon.  The San Ignacio Whale Watching with Kayaking combination tours run from mid-March to mid-April. ACCOMMODATION: Whale Camp at San Ignacio MEALS INCLUDED: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner Day 2 Whale Watching Galore! It is hard to capture in words the powerful experience of an intimate whale encounter.  To be close to these powerful, yet gentle animals, is the dream of many, and our whale watching adventure will fulfill that dream.  We head out from our camp in small, motorized boats, locally called “pangas” with expert skippers.  During our whale-watching sessions we are likely to see whales spy hop, breach and even witness a rare mating romp.  Our small pangas allow us to observe the whales at close range.  Once we near a whale (or whales) at a respectful distance the engine is put into neutral and its up to the whale to come closer or not.  It is not uncommon for a whale, or a whale and her calf, to come up right next to the boat for a back scratch or head rub!  Its impossible to know why they exhibit this behavior, but we are the lucky recipients!  To look into the eye of a whale is truly one of lifes most rare and moving experiences. ACCOMMODATION: Whale Camp at San Ignacio MEALS INCLUDED: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner Day 3 San Ignacio back to Loreto Awake and say goodbye to San Ignacio Lagoon.  We have a morning whale watching session before we catch our van transport and return to Loreto where some may be continuing to our Islands of Loreto Bay Kayaking Tour, or concluding their adventures in Baja. ACCOMMODATION: not included) MEALS INCLUDED: Breakfast, Lunch Day 4 Depart Home or Extend Your Trip Return to the Loreto Aiport to catch your return flight home. From here it's another hour to the bay and our accommodations.  This trip is offered as a stand-alone whale watching tour, or better yet, combined with 4 days of sea kayaking in the Islands of Loreto. Dates & Rates Dates Adult ( USD) Child ( USD) Mar 20, 2020 to Mar 22, 2020 990 0 0 0 0 990 0 0 0 0 BOOK NOW Mar 27, 2020 to Mar 29, 2020 990 0 0 0 0 990 0 0 0 0 BOOK NOW Apr 03, 2020 to Apr 05, 2020 990 0 0 0 0 990 0 0 0 0 BOOK NOW Apr 10, 2020 to Apr 12, 2020 990 0 0 0 0 990 0 0 0 0 BOOK NOW Apr 17, 2020 to Apr 19, 2020 990 0 0 0 0 990 0 0 0 0 BOOK NOW Supplementary Information Single Supplement:    Solo travelers will typically have their own tent at whale camp, at no additional cost.  However, we are unable to guarantee individual tents at whale camp due to limited tent capacity.  If you are asked to share a tent at our whale camp, rest assured that tents are very spacious, full-height canvas wall tents, with two cots and plenty of room to stand and maneuver around your tent-mate without difficulty. Tour Includes: Full services of our Adventure Consultants Professional naturalist and bi-lingual guides All meals and beverages as indicated on the itinerary All transportation while on tour All camping equipment All National Parks & Biosphere Reserve access fees required by itinerary Whale watching sessions by Panga Taxes Tour Does Not Include: Airfare Hotel before and after the tour  Transportation to and from the airport Gratuities Items of a personal nature ALL PRICES IN US DOLLARS. We will do our best to adhere to the itineraries and trip descriptions listed on our website. However, tour itineraries or sub contractors (such as taxi, cruise boats or hotels) may change slightly due to reasons beyond our control including but not limited to Acts of God, wind, waves, inclement weather or other. We always welcome you to call us to clarify any item - often this is the best way to fully clarify expectations - call us collect or on our toll-free number. You will be sent pre-trip email with latest details within a month of your tour - it is your responsibility to check in with us prior to your trip to see if you have all the information you need. We will always do our best to provide you with the best possible tour and to fully meet your expectations to the best of our ability. Reviews FAQ & More How do I get to Loreto? Please check out our Transportation Guide for our recommendations on how to get to Loreto. Do you provide transportation to and from the airport? Airport transfers are not included in your tour package price. Are your tour prices in USD? Yes, all of our tour pricing is in US Dollars. Whats included in this whale watching package? Whats not included? Packages Include: all camping equipment, all meals and beverages once the tour begins, all National Parks & Biosphere Reserve access fees required by itinerary, bi-lingual certified guides and the full service of our Adventure Consultants. Dates provided reflect your arrival date; all packages include a arrival and departure day. Packages do not Include: Hotel accommodations before and after the tour, Airfare, transportation to and from airport, gratuities, and items of a personal nature. Why would I choose this tour over another that flies directly to San Ignacio? Apart from the cost, the guest, have more flexibility when flying into Loreto. First, there are simply more flights and it's more affordable. Second, it's a great location to extend your vacation experience by either kayaking, snorkeling, joining a cave painting hiking tour, or any other activity Baja has to offer.  Although we don't fly directly into San Ignacio, our guests have found that the cost savings, and flexibility, of not having to fly to San Diego, then bus to Tijuana to then take a charter flight to San Ignacio lagoon, is in fact much easier. Loreto is an ideal base for exploring other regions of Baja and there are several flight options to get there.  In addition, on the day we drive from Loreto to San Ignacio lagoon, you get a great feel of the Baja landscape and people we meet along the way during our special activities that day. San Ignacio vs Magdalena Bay Whats the difference between San Ignacio and Magdalena Bay? When is the best time to see whales? We design our wilderness adventures to provide you with the best whale encounters imaginable. San Ignacio Lagoon is a whale-watchers' paradise and we GUARANTEE gray whale sightings on this tour! The whales migrate down from their Alaskan home waters to calve in San Ignacio from January through mid-April, so this is the only window to see them in Baja. How long are the whale watching sessions? You will spend two-hour sessions on the water in motorized skiffs (called pangas) whale watching. Be ready to go immediately when the boat arrives to maximize your time out whale watching, as the 2-hour session starts promptly. How many people are in a panga during the whale watching session? All whale watching excursions are in open fiberglass 22-foot motorized boats called “pangas” that hold a maximum of six passengers each, plus a guide and driver. Each panga is equipped with life jackets, radio, first aid kit, and piloted by an experienced, government-licensed Mexican “pangero” who will allow us safe and proximate viewing of the California Gray Whale. Can I kayak with grey whales? No kayaks or private boats are allowed in the nursery lagoons of Bajas Pacific Coast including San Ignacio. Only licensed Mexican whale watching boats are allowed in the lagoons when the whales are present. Are there any physical requirements? It is important to understand that this is a camping trip and we want to be sure that you are prepared, both mentally and physically, for the challenges it will present, and have clear expectations about the trip. During the day, we'll spend two hour sessions on the water in motorized skiffs (called pangas) whale watching. While whale watching from a boat is not strenuous and the water is usually calm, the bay can be choppy when it is windy, so if you are susceptible to seasickness, bring medicine or whatever you need. The hiking could best be described as leisurely. We do require that anyone over 70 or with any health or weight concerns consult us before signing up to make sure you are up to fully participating. What is whale camp like? Are there toilets and showers at camp? A roomy full-height wall tent with two cots, night stand, rectangular sleeping bag with clean sheet, small pillow, and comfortable self-inflating pad are provided for your convenience at camp. There is also a washroom tent with a portable toilet. We recommend packing biodegradable shower wipes to freshen up with as there is no fresh water at whale camp. What common space is available? We have a spacious 30 wide dome tent that serves as an evening gathering space if its too cool or rainy outside (rare) or just a place to get out of the sun during the day.  There are also miles of beach and sand dunes to explore! How big are the tents at whale camp? Our tents are 8 x 12 and about 7 tall.  They are made of canvas and have a nice big window on one side.  They are equipped with cots, comfortable sleeping pads, sleeping bags and pillows. What gear do I need? Sea Kayak Adventures will provide you with a detailed packing list prior to your trip. We provide all of the necessary camping, paddling and snorkeling equipment, which you will need to fully enjoy your adventure. If you are interested in more specific information, check out our general Baja packing list here! If you have any questions, or need help deciding what to bring, you can call or e-mail one of our friendly Adventure Consultants at any time for some extra advice! Who will my guides be? We know your Guide will make the biggest difference on your trip! Which is why we pride ourselves on employing only the best local guides for all of the incredible locations that we visit. Part of this is to support our eco-tourism efforts, but we also believe that there is no better way to experience a new destination than through they eyes of a local! We find talented and skilled local guides, train and certify them, and provide a positive and consistent source of income to them and their families. Most of our guides are with us for the long-term, despite the seasonal nature of the industry. What kind of food will I eat? Do you accommodate dietary restrictions? Our renowned wilderness meals are prepared daily by our guides using local, fresh, healthy ingredients. In Baja you can expect an authentic dining experience, with savory dishes like chiles rellenos, tostadas, ceviche, and chicken mole. We even serve delicious desserts like brownies and pineapple upside-down cake! Each morning, we serve up freshly brewed coffee or tea. Throughout the day we provide an abundance of local fruits, vegetables, and other snacks. Wine and mixed drinks are served with hors doeuvres each evening for happy hour. We do our best to accommodate special dietary requests, working within the parameters of the destinations in which we operate. If you have a very strict diet, we recommend packing extra snacks that you know you can eat. How many guests per tour? To keep our group size small and our impact minimal, we typically limit our tours to 14 people or less. Our standard minimum to confirm a departure is 4 guests for our San Ignacio whale watching tour. Whats the weather like in Baja? Please check out this great website Weather Underground for temperature averages in Baja. Is there a single supplement fee for solo travelers?  Solo travelers will typically have their own tent at whale camp, at no additional cost.  However, we are unable to guarantee individual tents at whale camp due to limited tent capacity.  If you are asked to share a tent at our whale camp, rest assured that tents are very spacious, full-height canvas wall tents, with two cots and plenty of room to stand and maneuver around your tent-mate without difficulty. Where can I store my luggage while Im on your tour? You can leave your luggage at your hotel while you are on tour. We recommend getting a luggage lock if you are leaving any electronics in the bags. Weve never had any issues with guests leaving their bags at the hotel but its always better to be safe just in case. Is there a deposit required? Is my deposit refundable? A deposit of 500 per person is required within 10 days of your reservation to hold your spaces. If the tour you are signing up for is a confirmed departure your deposit is non-refundable. For this reason, we strongly encourage you to purchase travel insurance to protect your vacation investment. US residents may purchase travel insurance directly through ROW Sea Kayak Adventures offered by Travel Insured International. What is your cancellation policy? If you find it necessary to cancel your trip, you should notify ROW Sea Kayak Adventures in writing, by e-mail or fax immediately. If written cancellation is received (call to verify) before the final balance is due, you will be given a refund less the amount of deposit. Deposits are not refundable. If cancellations are made on or after the final due date, no money will be refunded. If you are unable to go on the trip, you are welcome to find a replacement for yourself. Please understand that once you've signed up, we are unable to sell your reserved space to other individuals or groups. Therefore, we regret that we cannot make exceptions for personal emergencies. For this reason we strongly recommend you consider purchasing a Travel Protection Plan to protect your vacation investment. When is payment in full due? Full payment is due 60 days prior to the launch date, as indicated on your invoice. Due to the high demand for these trips, please be sure to pay your balance on time so as to not jeopardize your reservation. Your final payment must be paid by check or bank draft in US funds.  Alternatively, you may pay your final balance with a credit card, but a 3% administrative fee will be added. You may also be interested in... Back to top.

 

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The 82-year-old expatriate originally from Barrington, Illinois still runs a marina with his wife and son in La Paz, Mexico. Shroyer started building wood pangas no more than 26 feet in length, before moving onto fiberglass. Creating one is a "pretty straight forward process" that involves forming the hull around a mold with several layers of fiberglass and resin, and then painting it, Shroyer explained. It's labor-intensive work, he added, but several boats can be built over the same mold, and the process hasn't changed a whole lot decades later. "They're all molded in a very well-established system of molds, and employees were trained very quickly to build them. Shroyer told me. The simple and bare V-shaped hull lended itself to easy modification, and the boat's resiliency enabled fishermen to carry huge loads of fish to market, according to Shroyer. 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In July and September of 2013, two pangas, 35- and 20-footers, respectively, and both carrying marijuana were seized by the Santa Cruz County Sheriff's Office, according to a state report. And even if the number of boats has dropped off, their loads are still substantial. Coast Guard statistics provided to VICE show 13 panga cases (including seven interceptions) so far between fiscal year 2016 and 2017. From those, 22, 931 pounds of marijuana valued at over 20. 7 million were seized. The origins of an abandoned almost 50-foot "super panga" found by crabber Travis Lobo in 2012 near Tajiguas Beach in Santa Barbara County pointed to the Sinaloa Cartel. Investigators from the US Department of Homeland Security traced the serial numbers from the boat's four, 350-horsepower outboard motors to a purchase made by Marcel Quintero, who is suspected of having ties to the cartel, according to a March 31 filing in the US District Court in the Central District of California. The presence of GPS devices, food wrappers, literature with Spanish writing, and fuel tanks containing gasoline are some of the tell-tale signs that a panga was used for smuggling, according to Santa Barbara County Sheriff's Office investigator Sergeant Marc Hammill, who has investigated the vessels since 2015. Once on shore, Hammill and the DEA both said, panga operators sometimes meet up with people connected to local gangs, who help distribute the contraband. "We're finding large amounts of weight. Hammill said. "It's almost become a standard now. Follow Dave Minsky on Twitter.

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We took drags from cigarettes at the edge of the bar in between drink orders. My early afternoon regulars were there. Denny and Joe sat with their pints of Bud Light, and Carleen with her glass of red wine. Thomas was playing video poker in the back, where, alongside the bar, behind a curtain, there were three video poker machines. Thomas was the oldest of the group, who were all well over fifty. I figured Thomas was over seventy. His face was wrinkled up, both in good and bad places. He had soft white hair that straggled over his forehead in lazy curls that he didnt bother combing. He wore the same jeans and plaid shirt over his thin frame every day. The curtain rustled and he stood at the opposite end of the bar, holding his empty glass. “Ready for another, Thomas? ” I asked, reaching for the bourbon. Thomas was always ready for another. I pulled out the milk carton. “Yep, might as well. ” He inhaled from his cigarette. “Hows that class going? Your class on all those old books. ” I smiled to myself as I poured the milk. “You mean my Milton class? ” I was studying Eighteenth Century Literature. “Yeah, that one. ” “Good, ” I said, handing him his bourbon and milk. “I love Milton. ” “Glad someone does, ” he replied and gave me a crooked smile. I leaned over the bar toward him. “Why do you drink that stuff? It looks awful. ” “Good for the belly, ” he replied. “You should try it. ” “I dont think so, ” I said. “Got something for you, ” Thomas said and reached into his jeans pocket. He pulled out a tiny crocheted bear and held it out for me. It was orange with black stripes. It might have been a tiger, except for the ears, which were distinctly bear like. It had a thin, black yarn smile and two tiny googly eyes glued on. “I love him! ” I exclaimed, holding him up. “Look everyone, ” I held him up to the three regulars at the bar. “A new little guy. ” They nodded at me and Thomas, and Joe gestured to his empty glass. “Thanks, Thomas, ” I said and stuck him in my apron, so his little orange head was poking out. I had several of these Guys already. He crocheted them himself with tiny needles, straining his eyes over the thin yarn, and stuffing them with fluff. Frequently, he crocheted them tiny hats or gloves or little vests. He never left me any money for tips, but once every couple weeks, he threw his money into the machine, drank his bourbon and milk, and gave me one of his animals. Denny and Joe knew him a little. Hed been an iron worker, but had spent all his money on bourbon. Hed had a family, but none of them talked to him anymore. He lived in a home with a couple other elderly people a few blocks away. “Thomas, ” I said once, as he leaned up against the bar and took a drag from his Pall Mall. “Dont you have any grandkids to give these to? I feel bad taking these guys. I know it must take a long time to make them. ” I ran my finger over a little brown bear with blue felt eyes. Thomas sighed and the wrinkles in the sad places on his face seemed deeper. “I have some grandkids, ” he said. “But their dad doesnt much want to see me anymore. ” “Why? ” I asked. Thomas looked down as he talked. “I did some things. Made some mistakes. ” I leaned over toward him, holding out the bear and said in a soft voice, “Maybe you can undo those things. You know, start over. ” “No, ” he replied and looked up at me with his clear blue eyes. “Too late for that, I figure. You might as well take them. ” By the time I quit working at the bar, I had seventeen of these little animals. I kept them in a shoebox as I moved from apartment to apartment, finished school, moved to Astoria, and married my husband. I pulled them out now and then to finger their tiny ears and look into their googly eyes. When I moved back to Portland, my son, Logan, was just six months old. I brought him into the bar one afternoon, just to say hello. The smoke was still thick and I was much more concerned for my babys lungs than Id ever been for my own, so I only stayed a few minutes. The owner told me Thomas had passed. Hed been transferred to a nursing home and died in his sleep there. Some of my old regulars had gone to the service, but no family had come. When Logan was two, five years after Id left the bar, I pulled out The Guys. They quickly became favorites. Logan named them all in ways that made sense to him—Motorcycle, Cupboard, and Window, for instance. We sat on the floor of the living room with a set of giant Legos and made enormous castles for the Guys. Motorcycle would be asleep in his bed, while Cupboard stood guard on the turret. Window rode in the back of the police car to jail, having been apprehended by Lion. The Guys had long conversations with one another, achieved great acrobatic feats, and slept in bed with my little boy. Many times I wished I could have let Thomas know that The Guys were alive and well, living in castles my son built. Both my children are older now and dont play as much with The Guys. The little vests and mittens had gotten separated from their owners and I was worried The Guys would be lost in the maelstrom of toys, so I gathered them up. Now theyre lined up on a shelf, looking down at me while I write. The crochet work is in great shape, with stuffing only popping out of a few. But theyre worn. Theyve been played with and kissed. Their yarn is grungy and some are missing eyes, although I superglued many back on. Their little smiles are frayed. When I found out Thomas had passed away with no family attending his funeral, I was angry with his son. What could Thomas have possibly done to merit what I saw as this neglect? But there are things. I saw only the old man, kind and loving. But kind people can be terrible people capable of terrible choices. Kind people can harbor deep wells of regret. I have people in my own life whom I have cut off, who I will never invite back in, who will never know my children. It doesnt matter how kind they are to the people in their lives now. But those little guys have spread love in my family. It was too late for Thomas with his own family, but it was not too late for him to spread love in mine. So one night as I took a writing break, I noticed The Guys looking down on me. I went upstairs and poured myself a bourbon and milk. “Cheers, ” I said to The Guys. It wasnt half bad. NAOMI ULSTED is a memoir and fiction writer from Portland, Oregon, where she lives with her two boys and her husband. Her work has been published in Salon, Luna Luna, Maximum Middle Age, and Narratively. She is also the director of a Job Corps center for training under-privileged young people. By Gina Easley By Jennifer D. Munro The crocodile slipped out of the underbrush that strangled the opposite shore and eased into the water. He shoved off with webbed paws incongruously small for steering a barge loaded with muscle and teeth, like tricycle tires on a hearse. He moved slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to wreak havoc upon humanity. No hurry, must scrutinize the menu before making his selection. The freshwater lagoon teemed with local families diving headfirst into crystalline water. They hurtled themselves into the boulder-encrusted pond from a frayed rope swinging from a rickety tree. Standing on a small dock downstream, Id hesitated to join the splashing crowd. With the crocs grand entrance through the curtain of mangroves, the terrified mob scrambled from the water. We didnt speak their language, and the Mexicans didnt speak ours, but we got the message: get the hell out of the water, pronto! In a country where the national motto seemed to be, Im reconciled to death, the translation rang loud and clear: Not like this. “Felipe, ” scolded the poolside cafés bartender, shaking his head at the cold-blooded critter who had crashed the party. Although Felipe apparently pub-crawled here often enough to earn himself a pet name, the bartender had kept mum while the croc remained out of sight. The café had the market for refreshment cornered, perched at the edge of a shady headwater deep in the Mexican jungle. Bad for business, this errant croc who bellied up to his bar with growing frequency, so the bartender wasnt going to give away the marauder in the back booth as long as the Uzi stayed under the table. If ever God needed to knock back a stiff one, Tovara Spring is where Hed rap his knuckles for a double shot of Cuervo. Here we could chug an ice cold bottle of Tecate with a lime wedge, then leap into aquamarine water to cool off in the muggy heat. Which my husband, friends, and I were about to do when Felipe took his cue and cruised into the spotlight. Despite his lack of Shakespeare monologues or juggling tricks, he had the audience eating out of the palm of his hand. There was nothing to stop him if he decided to eat our hands. If Felipe chomped one of us in mid-swig, hed get the lime, beer, and salty sweat all in one gulp. We had nowhere to run if Felipe left the water, since the only way in or out of this place was by boat. He idled in neutral about ten feet from where we jammed together on the dock at the lagoons base. At the ponds head, about a hundred feet upstream, a cliff towered. The dock jutted from a narrow strip of paved shoreline along one side, mostly hogged by the café. A handy set of stairs descended into the water so that Felipe could easily emerge from his bath to sip his piña colada with cartilage garnish. On the opposite shore: a solid mass of impenetrable brambles, probably littered with the remains of other tourists. Too close for comfort, we backed up on the dock. Our friend Mark and our guide Nicho argued about Felipes vital statistics. Eight feet long, snout to tail, Mark estimated. Twelve feet, Nicho countered. We agreed on ten, but of a massive girth, solid as skyscraper girders—well-fed. Nichos quick calculation: 450 pounds. We settled on 500. Fifty years old, everyone agreed, judging by Felipes size—a crafty survivor who knew a thing or two about the food chain. The bartender wrung his apron, likely hoping Felipe would realize that hed forgotten his SPF 30 and return to the shade. But Felipe didnt move an inch of his cement-hard muscle (not bad for a middle-aged bald guy, hed obviously been disciplined about his Pilates. His scales looked as dense as the concrete pier we stood on. Unimpressed with his admirers, he sunbathed like an aloof Hollywood starlet. An imperceptible current rotated him gently in the limpid water. Squat legs, thick and short as old-growth tree stumps, were motionless. Those feet were made for bitch-slapping as sure as any evolutionary tool, but Felipe didnt look like hed bother breaking a fingernail. Sizable fish tra la la d under him, and turtles cruised past his snout. If the mood struck, the jaws that made up a remarkable portion of his overall length would widen and then snap shut, with the strongest bite of any animal on earth, and hed ingest a crunchy tortuga like a taco. Just a snack, more out of boredom than hunger—a television commercial break to interrupt a documentary yawner in which the seasoned killer does absolutely nada. I suspect he hummed an Alice Cooper tune under his breath. The lagoon beckoned, now peaceful and empty. Truly paradise—except for the crocodile—this idyllic spot that wed toiled to get to. I turned around to the downstream side of the dock, my back to Felipe. I stuck my big toe into the water. Here in this pond, disaster wasnt lurking around a corner, ready to catch me unawares, but stretched out in the water, big as a pontoon bridge. We had journeyed half a day from Puerto Vallarta to get to this mouth of water, appearing by magic at the base of a verdant cliff. The still and cool freshwater turned to murky saltwater farther downriver—if you could call the maze of channels hacked through the swamp a river—before meandering to the Pacific Ocean. We had hoped to sight crocs as we journeyed up the swamp from where it emptied into the sea, but we never intended to swim with one. Our guide had assured us that crocodiles never crossed from salt to fresh water. So when we putt-putted from brine into the sudden miracle of clear water at the head of San Cristobal Estuary, we stripped down to our bathing suits, eager to take a refreshing dunk in the carnivore-free pond. A hundred miles from any cash machine or English-speaking waiter, we were the only white folks there—three middle-aged, married couples, all pushing the upper limits of height-weight proportionate and more interested in testing tequila brands than in testing our mettle. We had traveled all morning on rough roads pockmarked every blink by a white roadside cross commemorating a gory death. Buses passed compact cars on blind mountain curves, and the left hand blinker on the car ahead could signify a polite “okay to pass, the roads clear, ” or, “Im turning left, so dont pass. ” Take your pick, brake or gun it, sup to you. Youd find out in a minute what the driver ahead was trying to tell you. We navigated the tricky Mexican highway system of turning left from the right hand lane. We followed instructions like, “Park at the El Conchal landing. Get out of the car and wait. Eventually someone will come get you. ” Fortunately this turned out to mean boat guides, not drug runners or kidnappers. We spent two more hours puttering up the estuary in a flat panga with no life preservers. Our rented skiff squeezed through the tunnels of trees; in places we ducked to avoid low-hanging limbs that would knock us into brackish tributaries. Covered in bugspray and sunscreen in high humidity, we hunted crocodiles with our digicams and binocs, but they remained elusive. We spotted tortugas, owls, and herons, and the disintegrating remains of a Hollywood movie set, all well and good, but not what we came to see. An hour after we forked over 200 pesos (twenty dollars) apiece and journeyed up the dank estuary without seeing any reptiles, our guide Nicho admitted that it was the wrong season. At this time of year, late in the spring, the parent crocs hid with their newborns deep in the tangled mass of shrubbery and roots. We glimpsed one or two juvenile crocs, a foot or so long, errant adolescents out on the prowl, revving their engines. At sight of us, they startled like teens caught smoking and thrashed away through the undergrowth with an unexpected swiftness from clumsy-looking bodies. So by the time Felipe took the watery stage, I understood his capacity for speed. Looks were deceiving. He was a Sherman tank with a Maserati motor. His fire hydrant legs could move like redlining pistons. Calm as driftwood, Felipe was an impressive beast, especially given the lack of barbed wire fences, nets, guns, and Peligrosa! signs. A depressing ecological reason must account for Felipes emigrating to a new hood, where he was as welcome as an oil tanker in the Galapagos, but at the moment, who cared about global environmental crises? Id risen before dawn while on vacation and traveled all morning for a dip in this swimming hole. I was an inch shorter than when wed set off that morning, my spine compacted by our tin vans thunking through never-ending potholes. Id worn my swimming suit under my clothes to save myself the hassle of changing. No teeny-bikini, this total coverage bathing costume. I suffered the swamp in a girdle of cling wrap. Felipé would need some serious dental floss to pick this hellacious spandex stuff out of his incisors. The turquoise water glinted. I moved to the empty head of the pond. Felipe did the dead mans float, the distance between us about the length of a few stretch limos in a funeral procession. I sat on a boulder and dangled my legs into the water. Nirvana, if I ignored the fact that I was flashing my knees at a butcher with a fondness for knuckle sandwiches. The crocodile has remained unchanged for 200 million years. Id remained unchanged for forty. Time to shake things up. Id spent four decades in my well-defined female role: shopper, navigator, time watcher, reservation- and list-maker. I was a clucking hen, not a wildlife tamer. I blundered into rare exploits by mistake, ignorance, or indifference. I tagged along on other peoples adventures so that I could carry the First Aid kit. Like today. Id almost stayed back at the hotel with my book, in close reach of the fridge and bottle opener, but I went along to ensure that everyone wore their seatbelts and sunblock. I wasnt out to wrestle a tooth-crammed predator that would outlive a nuclear holocaust (I hadnt read any such crocodile prognoses anywhere, but, looking at him, I was certain that cockroach genetics had nothing on his. This suckers DNA was all about survival. Obviously unlike mine, since I, sporting cellulite instead of armor, was flaunting my gams at a pilgrim with a penchant for drumsticks. My idea of daring was eating just-expired yogurt. Id faced my brand of peril earlier in the shallow end of the hotel swimming pool; I slipped off a childs inner tube, a too-small frame for my large culo, and cracked my head on the underwater stairs. Did I want to meet my maker in such an inglorious manner, floating ass up in one foot of heated water? Or did I want to go down as the woman who swam with crocodiles, the inspiration for Waltzes with Felipe, an overbudget Costner epic? Just me and Baryshnicroc starring in a memorable pas de deux. Always too fearful and uncoordinated, Id never done a cartwheel, never climbed a tree, never did the splits, except once when I slipped on my brothers Hot Wheels. The primary definition of my life so far was what I had not done: bear children despite repeated attempts. Always an over planner, stocking up on maps and emergency supplies, things had not gone as planned. After seven miscarriages in ten years, I was aimless, drifting like Felipe in the trickling current, uncertain about my next step. My husband and I could not agree about embracing childlessness, further medical intervention, or adoption, so we often ended up discussing divorce. Adopting a child felt as scary as swimming with a crocodile, a leap of faith if ever there was one. My husband was ready to take the plunge, but my reluctance persisted. I wanted to feel whole and complete first, without a child, before I moved forward on adoption—not as if I was missing a puzzle piece, a woman without substance or value until she replicated herself. What I had become was paralyzed. Faced with twelve brands of pickles in the grocery store, I left empty-handed. My future was not nearly as clear as Felipes shadow, stretching dark and ominous below him on the pond bottom. But this decision was miraculously easy. I was sweaty. I was grumpy. I was sore and tired. I was an idiot American with a charge card. I endured hardship for a dunk in this water and damn it—after being denied time and time again the thing that I most wanted—a dunk is what Id get. I didnt want to leave this pond adding one more thing I had not done to the already lengthy list. If it was my time, then I couldnt imagine a better place to go. My demise would be quick. Id be beheaded like a Cabbage Patch doll snatched by the school bully. (A friend assured me later that in reality the croc would drag me to the rocky depths and toy with me until I drowned in slow agony. Regardless, we were so far from any hospital that I couldnt be saved to live out my days with no arms and legs, just a head and torso sipping meals through a straw. No fuss or muss for my family, no choosing cremation or burial, no debating my final resting place, just a wake with margaritas and alligator boots all round. Here, I wasnt afraid of the unknown, an ambush against my body by my own body that surprised me every time. This was my one and only chance to swim with a crocodile. In the States, a SWAT team headed by Bruce Willis would close the place down before you could say New York Sewer. If I lived through doggie-paddling with a homicidal lizard, I would have this knowledge to carry me through the rest of my life: for once, I didnt overthink. I finally did something really, really stupid. At long last, I took a risk. Mostly, though, it was hot, and the water was fine. So, with a smidgen of a second thought, I eased my body into the water a decapitated heads throw away from a ferocious reptile. I tooled around my end of the killer-infested pond (I assure you that one large crocodile equates to infested) about as far from Felipe as a baseball catcher from a dirty player on third. I enjoyed myself but tried not to splash and attract Felipes attention. This wasnt about committing suicide. I was simply tired of being afraid. Of course, I was also hyper-aware that I frolicked with a wide-jawed trespasser who could make toothpicks of pelvic bones. I floated, as near to a prehistoric killing machine as Id once gotten to Roger Daltrey backstage before my nerves failed me. The water so clear, I saw the tips of my toes five feet below me, and farther. So clear, I would see an underwater torpedo, dark shadow of death, streak through the depths a millisecond before I become dinner. Me, a frothing bubble bath of crimson, red tendrils snaking to the surface as the predator worried me into extinction. The huddled mass of frightened bathers onshore would witness Chef Croc shredding my sinews and tendons like fajita fixins. My eyeball might float to the surface before the croc snagged it for dessert, a tasty macaroon. Or my ear a vanilla wafer, my diamond stud twinkling in his teeth like a rap stars. Felipe did… absolutely nothing. We each remained at our end of the pond, avoiding eye contact like brooding tennis opponents mid-match. The locals on shore looked from Felipe to me and back again. Felipe appeared oblivious, off in a daydream, yet I sensed his awareness of every dragonfly that flitted past his snout. When he chose to strike, it would be with the speed of a Daytona finish line. He was the size and shape of a drag racer, poised at the start, wheels spinning, ready to peel out and burn rubber. But he didnt. He hung out, considering the shapes of clouds. My husband, the daredevil whod never left his teens and kept emergency rooms in business, watched me from shore, arms crossed over his shirt. Damp stains spread under his arms and sweat dripped down his forehead. Without children, we often had nothing in common, other than his tendency to set things aflame and my ability to douse them with one of my several fire extinguishers. I had followed him on countless of his spontaneous escapades, more to pick up the pieces in case of catastrophe than to enjoy the moment, nagging him the whole time about safety equipment, safety courses, safety belts, safety goggles. But this tale would be mine alone, my gamble, my glory, if not my funeral. The crowd grew bored with tossing Felipe tortillas that he left for the fish. One by one, the families returned to the water. A father tossed his two kids in; the toddler couldnt swim and wore inflatable arm bands above his spindly elbows. A pregnant madre slipped in, cradling her infant. For the first time in my life, Id been the fearless leader, venturing into the face of menace and proving it safe for the rest of grateful humanity. Me, Bruce Willis, with breasts and hair. Job done and credits rolling, I heaved myself out of the water, cool and slick as an arctic seal and just about as graceful. Truthfully, Im sure the locals would have returned to the water without my bumbling example. I couldnt pretend to sum up their culture after a week there, but I witnessed a willingness for risk thats absent in the States (except by teenaged boys. The bull-riders at the local rodeo had no ambulance or nearby hospital, the beaches no lifeguards or warnings about riptides, and the taxis no seatbelts, with grannies in rockers riding in the back of open-bed pickups. They exhibited an acceptance of fate that I rarely glimpsed in the U. S. Im sure they would embrace a pension plan and a teaching hospital in a First World minute but had no choice other than to shrug at whatever nature and providence handed them. Nobody said boo to the bartender for keeping his trap shut when he should have divulged the fact that Felipe had U-Hauled it into a family neighborhood. In the States, we insist on insurance, assurance, or recompense for what nature or mankind dishes out. We want doctors to fix our ills and demand that lawyers avenge whats broken. We weigh statistics before we make decisions. I knew the precise odds for each of my pregnancies and thought each of my doctors would eventually cure my problem. I tried to shrug and “let nature take its course” but could not, carrying on an argument about where natures path led me. Adoption carried a different sort of risk, with a good chance that alcohol and drugs had been abused during the pregnancy and that the child had been abused since birth. But if I didnt take that plunge, I would surely lose out on one of the richest experiences of my life. We climbed back into our panga and began the long journey home. My husband put his arm around me. Felipe still hadnt moved a pinkie. But we did. We signed up for foster care and adoption certification training shortly after we returned home. Someday Ill be able to tell my son, “Mommy once swam with a crocodile. ” Then, “Dont ever let me catch you doing something so stupid. ” JENNIFER D. MUNRO is a freelance editor whose blog, is a Top Three Finalist in the 2015 National Society of Newspaper Columnists blog competition. She was also a Top Ten Finalist in the Erma Bombeck Global Humor competition. Her numerous publishing credits include Salon; Brain, Child; Listen to Your Mother; Literary Mama; Best American Erotica; and The Bigger the Better the Tighter the Sweater: 21 Funny Women on Beauty and Body Image. Her humorous stories about sex and the sexes are collected in The Erotica Writers Husband. Website. By docoverachiever/ Flickr By Powell Berger Human touch, calloused hands, lips. I wonder if Ill ever know it again, if I can ever trust it again. Sometimes I think maybe, yeah, I can do it. I can know human intimacy again. Then other times, I heave and shudder and pull the covers over my head. Sometimes I do both at the same time. My cell phone rings. His smiling face, captured on his birthday at his favorite Broadway show in happier times, lights up my screen. The marriage ends, but life continues, and there are things like soccer schedules and divorce filings. Its all pretty amicable and friendly, considering. I try not to talk about the lies and the abuse, and he doesnt bring up my many failings. Were good that way. “Figure I should tell you I spent last night in the emergency room, ” he tells me after we sort out the weekend soccer comings and goings. “What happened? ” I know his drama and dont want to over-react or get sucked in. But I know hes had some minor health issues lately, and I was/am married to him and have kids with him. I still care. “I collapsed. Passed out. They called an ambulance and the EMTs took me to the hospital. Apparently just exhaustion. And low blood pressure and dehydration. I was at Pinkys. ” Pinkys. The neighborhood bar where he hangs out now, sucking back beers with a crowd I dont know. And yesterday, apparently, where he passed out. At twenty, passing out at the bar gets you dumped in the back seat and taken home. At almost sixty, they call an ambulance. “Did you hit your head? ” I picture him sitting at the bar, collapsing off the stool onto the floor. He drops his beer, theres a mess, and people scatter. Some stranger hollers and the bartender calls 911. The clip plays out on my mental reel, and in it, he mightve hit his head. “No. I didnt hit my head. They say I slumped in my chair and my eyes rolled back and I went all limp. ” Someone did what people do when it looks like someone might die right there at the table. Someone called an ambulance. Someone at the table because he was sitting in a chair; he wasnt at the bar. I listen but I dont breathe. My kids dad and my soon-to-be ex-husband collapsed less than a mile from my house and I didnt know about it. And he couldve hit his head. The mental reel spinning, I think of him in the ambulance alone, at the hospital alone. This man who had his first IV when he had out-patient knee surgery in his early fifties, whos yet to spend a night in a hospital bed, who gets queasy at the sight of blood and needles. Hes alone and scared and on a gurney, then in an ambulance, and finally, a hospital. “Was someone there to help you, to talk with the doctors? ” He pauses. A painful, long silence. And I feel stupid. He was at a table, not at the bar. Tables are more intimate, more private. “Yeah, my lady friend was with me. Im seeing someone now and she was once a …” He says something about what she once was but I dont hear it. A nurse, maybe? A doctor? A candy striper or a stripper or an astronaut? The mental reel spins again, but this time, on a different track. Some woman I dont know rushes in with him, her face contorted with concern, holding his hand and demanding attention stat. Hes scared, but hes comforted by her presence. She takes charge, takes care of him. Her. Not me. Hes not in the hospital now; hes on the phone with me, calling from his office. That means hes okay and didnt likely spend the night at the hospital. No one checks out of the hospital and goes straight to work. So he went home, late, after they released him. But patients who collapse are advised not to be alone. The mental reel stops. The scene freezes in that awkward spot, like when you hit pause on the DVR. I think Im going to throw up. He says something about the doctors taking him off the blood pressure medications or changing the dosage. I say something about the stuff they sell at Pinkys not doing much for hydration. We move on. Apparently, he already has. POWELL BERGER is a freelance writer living in Kailua, Hawaii. Shes editor-in-chief of Travelati, an iPad magazine once described as “This
 American Life in the travel context. ” Her writings have appeared in Travelati, Inside Out Hawaii, and various other online and print publications. Her travel adventures with her two teens are chronicled on
 her blog, and her writing world is housed at.

Watch full length pangasinan. Dear Readers, Iss sheher ko yeh hua kya hai? No, not because of har-taraf-dhuaan-hi-dhuaan (we left that in November, thankfully) but because of the dhuaan on social media. As Naseeruddin Shah calls Anupam Kher a clown and Kher throws a 'nasheele padarth' allegation back, we have reached the end of this flu-year week. There's a coronavirus outbreak up in China and Indians have been warned to not travel to the country. But if travelling is what you're planning this weekend, try a few days away at Bishangarh in Rajasthan. Our travel features also take you to Ha Noi and Ho Chi Minh City this week. Now, that's what Fridays are all about, right? We'll leave the Khers and Shahs of the world to their abuses and fights and take you back to the good things that we saw this week. Ratan Tata made us grin a wide, foolish grin with that Hollywood-star throwback photo, while our uniformed hero saved three puppies from a snake-infested well. But Twitter was up in arms at Kailash Vijayvargiya's unsolicited opinion on poha, so naturally, we had to put that humble dish on your table this weekend. If you want to escape this ugly reality, take a trip to a fairyland with Erin Morgenstern's The Night Circus. That book is our pick for you. At the movies, we have Kangana Ranaut taking on her critics with Panga instead of taking panga with her critics ( frankly, we prefer Panga-the-movie. Varun Dhawan and Shraddha Kapoor are in the theatres this weekend, in 3D, with Street Dancer. There's Psycho and Disco Raja too. And finally, for all of you who just want to binge and chill, there's quite a lot on OTT this weekend, from The Forgotten Army to Never Kiss Your Best Friend. Or do. It's the weekend, after all! YOUR INTERNET RECAP What's trending What's trending, you ask? It's Kailash Vijayvargiya, at the moment. The BJP leader was at the receiving end of much flak on Twitter after he said that some of the construction labourers at his house were likely to be Bangladeshis as they had "strange" eating habits and were consuming poha. Well, that. Twitter came up with hilarious responses after Vijayvargiya's comment, while several quarters slammed him as well. Climate change is becoming a global concern. After a video of a small Spanish town, Tossa de Mar, engulfed in sea foam went viral on Twitter recently, this alarming issue came to the forefront once again. The video showed seafoam eating up streets of the Spanish town and it will give you the chills. La espuma marina envuelve las calles de Tossa de Mar, cerca de #Barcelona, debido a la tormenta #Gloria Reuters Latam ( ReutersLatam) January 22, 2020 Something to make you smile The story of a cop in Amora, Uttar Pradesh climbing down a snake-infested well to save three stray puppies recently left the internet feeling various forms of emotions. From applauding the policeman for his courage to talking about the love between humans and pets, Twitter was full of people that adored the story. But nothing could beat Ratan Tata, who recently joined Instagram and has already figured out how to slay the gram game. The industrialist shared quite a headline-creating #ThrowbackThursday photo from his younger days. This was from the time when he was still in Los Angeles. Almost 4 lakh likes flooded the picture, and also led to Ratan Tata trending on Twitter. Not smiling yet? Here, take a look for yourself. Here, take a look for yourself. YOUR TRAVEL ITINERARY Alila Fort Bishangarh in Rajasthan. For a short weekend, head to the Alila Fort Bishangarh in Rajasthan to witness some old-world charm and a spectacular 360-degree view of the Aravalli range. The abandoned fort has been converted into a hotel, while the charm of the monument remains intact. Delicious Rajasthani cuisine and folk music and dance are also on your list. Take an artisanal tour of Bishangarh and try your hand at pottery and carpet-weaving. More, here. But if domestic travel is not on your mind, and you want that passport stamped as often as possible, we're telling you about Vietnam this week too. If you crave adventure and tranquillity, pack your bags and travel to the country. A visit to the two gems of Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh City and Ha Noi, is a must. Why? Here. YOUR GO-TO WEEKEND FASHION TREND Revamp your saree If an elegant saree is a must in your wardrobe, let Sonam Kapoor inspire you to amp up the evergreen six yards in the most unique way. For Jean Paul Gaultier's final couture show in Paris, the fashionista gave saree a remarkable twist. Sonam donned a black tuxedo saree with a beige floor-length blazer. The quirky blazer featured a pretty train, which made it look like a saree. We are in love with this look. Deepika Padukone, meanwhile, became the first Bollywood actor to star in Louis Vuitton campaign. The star became the face of the iconic brand's Pre-Fall 2020 campaign, along with other global icons like Sophie Turner, Lea Seydoux, Alicia Vikander and Chloe Grace Moretz. Deepika was also awarded the Crystal Award at the World Economic Forum 2020 in Davos, Switzerland, and her blue floor-length gown swept us off our feet. YOUR READING LIST Pick up a copy of Erin Morgenstern's The Night Circus this weekend. The fantasy novel follows a nonlinear narrative and tells the story from various viewpoints. With every chapter ending on a cliffhanger, The Night Circus is a heady page-turner. Magic, romance, and a phantasmagorical story. It will take you to a Cirque-de-Soleil-esque world, where you'd not want to step out of the circus into the real world. The Night Circus was published in 2011. Over the past nine years, it has got the tag of a bestseller several times. But why are we talking of The Night Circus? Morgenstern's second book, The Starless Sea, was published in November last year. So while you wait for that one, not a bad idea to read her first work, right? The cover of Erin Morgenstern's novel The Night Circus. ON YOUR PLATTER Poha, what else? The humble poha was thrown back into our lives last night, thanks to Kailash Vijayvargiya. So if you're not the instant-poha kinds, ruffle up this quick food this weekend. Poha is healthy, light and good for your stomach. And as for 'strange eating habits' we are Indians. Enough said, let's make some poha. -Put poha on a sieve and pour water on it to dampen it. -Heat oil in a pan. Add mustard seeds, curry leaves and chopped green chillies in it. Let them temper. -Add chopped onion and sauté until they turn golden-brown in colour. Sprinkle salt according to your taste -Add a pinch of turmeric powder. -Now, add poha and mix it well. (A plate for Mr Vijayvargiya too. AT THE MOVIES Panga Starring: Kangana Ranaut, Richa Chadha Language: Hindi Watch Panga trailer here: Kangana Ranaut took on Deepika Padukone in more ways than one this January. But perhaps the most successful one was at the movies, with Ashwiny Iyer Tiwari's Panga. Without getting into the nuances of which was a better film, let's just say good cinema won. Not a bad end to the first month of the decade, we say. So, should you watch it? Our review of Panga will help you decide. Did you know? Hey, it's the Republic Day weekend. Where are the desh bhakti wale films? Food for thought, right? Street Dancer 3D Starring: Varun Dhawan, Shraddha Kapoor, Nora Fatehi Language: Hindi If you've followed Anupam Kher and Naseeruddin Shah's Tu Tu Main Main on social media, you'd agree that we're currently living in a reality show, of sorts. Varun Dhawan and Shraddha Kapoor starrer Street Dancer 3D will give you exactly that feeling if you haven't already had too much of reality TV, that is. Of course, there's a lot of dancing, which pretty much guarantees entertainment. Story? Performances? Our review of Street Dancer 3D will tell you why you shouldn't be looking for these two. Psycho Starring: Udhayanidhi Stalin, Aditi Rao Hydari and Nithya Menen Language: Tamil Blood, gore and headless bodies lying around, a psycho killer on the loose - is that what you'd like your Saturday to look like? Then Psycho is your pick. Director Mysskin's Psycho impressed everyone with its trailers. The film, which is based on the story of Angulimaala, features Udhayanidhi Stalin, Aditi Rao Hydari and Nithya Menen in the lead roles. Chills guaranteed, says our review. Disco Raja Starring: Ravi Teja, Payal Rajput Language: Telugu More action but in the form of science fiction - that's Disco Raja. Go figure! Ravi Teja, who is struggling with his form, is back to films with director Vi Anand's Disco Raja. Disco Raja boasts of an interesting cast including Payal Rajput, Nabha Natesh, Tanya Hope, Vennela Kishore, Satya and Bobby Simhaa in crucial roles. Not a bad bet considering it is Ravi Teja, right? ON YOUR TELEVISION SCREENS What to watch: Indian Idol 11 Where to watch: Sony Entertainment Television, 8 pm Prepare for a musical extravaganza with our special guests and #Top7 this Saturday at 8 PM on #IndianIdol11. @iAmNehaKakkar @VishalDadlani @AnilKapoor @DishPatani @kunalkemmu #AdityaRoyKapur Sony TV ( SonyTV) January 23, 2020 The cast of upcoming film Malang will be gracing the stage of Indian Idol 11 this weekend. Anil Kapoor, Aditya Roy Kapur, Disha Patani and Kunal Kemmu will be seen enjoying melodious performances by the top contestants on the singing reality show. What to watch: Bigg Boss 13 Weekend Ka Vaar Where to watch: Colors TV, 9 pm Except for Sidharth and Shehnaaz, all the contestants are nominated for elimination this week. And as the show nears its end, one contestant will sure get evicted this week. Salman Khan will bash the contestants for their aggressive behaviour. Celebrity guests will also appear on the show to promote their upcoming projects. What to watch: Dance Plus 5 Where to watch: Star Plus, 8 pm We bet you, you havent seen a tribute to the King of Bollywood quite like this one! DancePlus5, This Sat-Sun at 8pm only on StarPlus and Hotstar: iamsrk @remodsouza @TheRaghav_Juyal @punitjpathak @dthevirus31 @suresh_mukund @KarishmaChava15 StarPlus ( StarPlus) January 23, 2020 This weekend, Badshah of Bollywood Shah Rukh Khan will appear on the popular dance reality show Dance Plus 5. The contestants will pay a grand tribute to the actor. They will dance on some chartbusters of SRK like Main Yahan Hoon, I Am The Best, Yeh Kaali Kaali Aankhein, Baadshah, etc. ON YOUR OTT SCREENS What to watch: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Part 3 Where to watch: Netflix Genre: Horror-fiction You will like it if you liked: Riverdale Streaming starts: January 24 Season 3 of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina releases on January 24 on Netflix. Starring Kiernan Shipka as the teenage witch Sabrina Spellman, the series is developed by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa. The Netflix original is based on the Archie comic book series of the same name. What to watch: The Forgotten Army Where to watch: Amazon Prime Genre: Action You will like it if you liked: Uri: The Surgical Strike Streaming starts: January 24 Kabir Khan's The Forgotten Army: Azaadi Ke Liye began streaming on Amazon Prime from January 24. The series starring Sunny Kaushal and Sharvari is the story of the soldiers of the Azad Hind Fauj who braved adversities and fought for India's freedom. What to watch: Never Kiss Your Best Friend Where to watch: Zee5 Genre: Rom-com You will like it if you liked: Friends With Benefits, No Strings Attached Streaming starts: January 24 The series adapted from Sumrit Shahi's book of the same name stars Nakuul Mehta and Anya Singh in the lead roles. The series revolves around two best friends, Tanie and Sumer, who eventually fall in love. The series premiered on Zee5 on January 20. Catch our review here. What to watch: Avenue 5 Where to watch: Hotstar Premium Genre: Comedy You will like it if you liked: The Astronauts Streaming starts: January 20 Hugh Laurie-starrer space comedy Avenue 5 premiered on Hotstar Premium on January 20. The series revolves around the captain and crew of a luxury space cruise ship as they deal with customer service crisis and unforeseen events after facing technical difficulties on the space ship. Too much psycho stuff, maardhaar and Bigg Boss-wala jhagra? Netflix has Nawazuddin Siddiqui and Athiya Shetty-starrer Motichoor Chaknachoor as well as the Rajkummar Rao-starrer Made In China, ICYMI. Also, catch Ayushmann Khurrana's Bala on Hotstar and Sunny Singh's Ujda Chaman on Amazon Prime and compare notes. Compiled by Ananya Bhattacharya, Nairita Mukherjee, Raya Ghosh, Krishna Priya Pallavi, Vibha Maru, Shweta Keshri, Kristina Das, Medha Chawla, Janani K, Nisha Singh, Jyoti Kanyal, Divyanshi Sharma) ALSO READ, Panga Movie Review: Kangana Ranaut takes Panga and gets it right ALSO READ, Sea foam eats up streets of Spanish town due to storm. Climate change is real, says Twitter ALSO READ, Anupam Kher on Naseeruddin Shah calling him a clown: Aapne poori zindagi frustration mein guzari hai ALSO WATCH, In conversation with Panga cast Kangana Ranaut, Jassie Gill and Neena Gupta.

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