miercuri, 20 noiembrie 2013

Macau's kung fu coffee master

Leong Kam Hon, kung fu coffee maker

“I remember the first night I finished practicing kung fu," says Leong, owner of Macau's small Hon Kee café. "For the first time (in a long time) I slept through the whole night without waking up.” Leong says his kung fu workouts helped him gain the strength to brew Macau's most interesting coffee.
Life-threatening accident, kung fu training, chance meeting with a mysterious foreign couple, encounter with a golden movie star and a pot of instant coffee -- Leong Kam Hon’s story reads like a crazy Chinese adventure movie.
“Two bones, muscles, blood vessels -- all gone," says Leong. "But I told my doctor, giving up my arm means giving up my life.”
Leong, 55, is the Macanese owner of Hon Kee, a small café hidden in an abandoned shipyard in Macau.
He brings up his arm quickly in conversation, because had he lost it, he would never have gone on to brew the most famous coffee in Macau.
The coffee, which appears underwhelming when it comes to you, is as surprisingly flavorful as Leong's life.

From kung fu to coffee

Kung fu coffeeFirst-time visitors may have difficulty finding the cafe amid abandoned shipyards.In 1986, Leong was working at a local shipyard when an accident with a rusty saw nearly severed his left arm just above the elbow.
Fearing an infection could put his life at risk, a surgeon advised Leong to have the arm removed completely.
Leong believed a ship-builder losing an arm would be like a musician losing his hearing. He refused the advice.
"I told the surgeon I'd rather not live than live without my arm," he says.
The arm was reattached and Leong was observed for signs of infection or restricted blood flow. His risk paid off -- the operation was a success.
Following the operation, Leong was transferred to a hospital in mainland China for an experimental nerve transplant.
“At the time of my operation, they were still developing the technology on lab rats in Guangzhou,” says Leong.
“The surgery went well but my arm -- which hadn’t been used for months -- had shrunk as thin as a bamboo stick.”
During the long recovery from the accident and subsequent medical procedures, Leong thought about alternatives to ship building (his arm remained weak long after the surgery), eventually hitting on the idea of opening a cafe that would serve the workers from various shipyards in the port.
"It wasn't an easy process," says Leong, recounting not just the difficult career transition, but the red tape that opening a business requires.
The local government rejected his initial application for a business license in 1990.
"They said it's an industrial area," recalls Leong. "But I had to make a living, so I wrote a letter to the Portuguese mayor of Macau. He granted my request regardless of the (local) official's initial rejection."
Leong got to work, first building his café from scratch, by himself.
In an effort to rebuild the strength in his arm, he also built a wooden dummy and began practicing kung fu on it.
“I remember the first night I finished practicing kung fu, I slept through the whole night without waking up in the middle of the night," he says. "The pain and numbness in my arm prevented me from sleeping well -- that was the first night in a very long time that I managed to sleep through the night.”
Ever since, Leong has practiced kung fu on the wooden dummy each morning.
“I’m no kung fu master, but it certainly helped me regain my strength and even have strength for blending my coffee,” he says.

“Chow Yun-Fat” coffee

Kung fu coffeeLeong says his self-styled kung fu training helped hone his coffee blending skills.
This is no longer "instant" coffee.Leong's product isn't some sophisticated fresh roasted coffee. It actually comes from -- look away, coffee snobs! -- instant coffee powder.
It's the way Leong blends it, however, that makes it special.
First he stirs a spoonful of thick coffee mixture a few hundreds rounds at high speed, like a motor, until it thickens. The process takes a few minutes.
When water is added to the coffee, a thick layer of foam and cream rises to the top, creating an unusually creamy texture and aromatic smell.
“A foreign couple [Leong doesn't know from which country] taught me this way of coffee-making," he says. "They used to come every year during the Grand Prix, sit here and drink their coffee for the whole day."
“The last time they were here, they came to me and tried to teach me how to make a coffee.”
Unable to speak to each other -- the couple spoke English, Leong speaks only Cantonese -- they communicated through sign language.
That was in the early 2000s. Leong never heard from them again.
“It was so troublesome to make coffee (their) way," he says. "I used to just boil a whole pot of coffee. I didn’t give them much thought and continued to boil my coffee my own way until the day Chow Yun-Fat came to visit the cafe."
A local legend, the Hong Kong-born Chow is known internationally for his starring roles in movies such as John Woo’s “Hard Boiled” and Ang Lee’s “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.”
Leong was star struck.
“I thought, 'what kind of coffee is good enough for a star like Chow?” he says.
The rest of the story isn't tough to figure out -- Leong blended the coffee the way he'd learned from the foreign couple.
Chow loved it, Leong says, claiming it tasted better than the coffee he had at his hotel.
Word spread.
Travelers, local and overseas media flocked to Hon Kee café for the “Chow Yun-Fat” coffee.
That was 2004.
The burst of fame came just in time. A sharp decline in the area shipping business had been hurting his business. As his customer base began losing their jobs, Leong was forced to take on outside work.
He feared he wouldn't be able to afford to stay in business, but the unexpected noteriety kept the café alive.

10 of the world's most adventurous cruises


Over at Big Island adventurous vacationers can get aboard the Safari Explorer with just 36 others and, in between kayaking and dolphin spotting, engage in a mesmerizing ballet with manta rays. Over at Big Island adventurous vacationers can get aboard the Safari Explorer with just 36 others and, in between kayaking and dolphin spotting, engage in a mesmerizing ballet with manta rays.
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10. Island safari, Hawaii, United States
CNN) -- "Cruising" -- the word conjures up images of overflowing buffets, arm-wrestling at the soft serve machine and death by deck quoits.
But there's another side to this kind of travel that spits in the eye of the stereotypical deckchair-hogging cocktail sipper -- and that's adventure and expedition cruising.
It's almost deceptive to call it "cruising."
It's truly "adventure by ship" where the often exotic destination is as much part of the attraction as the way you get there. These floating adventures take the form of anything from five-star Champagne explorations to ambling along in a tramp steamer.
10. Island safari, Hawaii, United States
Extreme rating: 6/10
No, not the land of nodding Elvis Presley dolls and plastic grass skirts. Over at Big Island, adventurous vacationers can get aboard the Safari Explorer with just 36 others and, in between kayaking, hiking among volcanoes and dolphin spotting, engage in a mesmerizing ballet with manta rays.
The cruise visits islands such as Moloka'i, a kind of frangipani fortress housing the true Hawaiian "aloha" spirit, and Lana'i, where you can hunt and shoot and go horseriding.
Un-Cruise Adventures, +1 888 862 8881, from $700 per person per night.
9. Across the Northwest Passage, North America
Extreme rating: 6/10
Until only a few years ago, the fabled Northwest Passage was just a theoretical shipping route between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans across the top of Canada.
For centuries, people died trying to get through and some of them are still there, buried in permafrost graves.
Now, with changing climates, the passage can be completed with more confidence and your bragging rights enhanced without fear of death.
While you're there, you can visit the Inuit communities who've lived on the ice for centuries.
OneOcean Expeditions, from $600 per person per night.
8. Through ancient Kimberley, Australia
Beautiful but still adventurous.
Beautiful but still adventurous.
Extreme rating: 7/10
The 16th-century Dutch explorers wouldn't have a bar of it. Australia's northwest is so inhospitable, it's even a challenge for the local Njikena and Punaba people who've lived there for thousands of years.
But this remote and harshly beautiful part of Australia is the country's adventure cruise hotspot. Its season is from April through to September, when the torrential rains have eased and water cascades off the plateau.
Infested with crocodiles and spotted with possibly the world's oldest rock art, the Kimberley is in danger due to unchecked oil and gas exploration -- you should go before it's spoiled.
North Star Cruises Australia, from $1,000 per person per night.
7. Pacaya Samiria National Reserve, the Amazon
Extreme rating: 7/10
Sure, it's the world's largest river by volume but it's also a major sea lane. You reach the departure point for the Amazon's best cruising by flying to the city of Iquitos, Peru, and then making for the Pacaya Samiria National Reserve where the evocatively named Yanayacu (blackwater) and Ucayali (canoe breaker) rivers feed into the main body.
Wildlife in the reserve include piranha, sloths, rare pink dolphins and lots of noisy monkeys.
You can commune with the indigenous Ribereňos families who live along the banks before retiring to a luxury 24-passenger vessel to fry your piranha.
Aqua Expeditions, from $700 per person per night.
6. 'Jungle Book' tour, India
Extreme Rating: 7/10
The Brahmaputra River begins in the glaciers of Tibet before winding through India and emptying, 2,900 kilometers later, into the Bay of Bengal.
While the cruise aboard the delightfully anachronistic 24-person Charaidew trundles along from Guwahati to Tezpur, you can sip local tea and enjoy mild Assamese curries onboard. A visit to the UNESCO-listed Kaziranga National Park, for elephant, rhino and (maybe) tiger spotting, is one of the diversions en route.
Assam Bengal Navigation, from $400 per person per night.
5. Into wild West Africa
Former war-torn areas now open for tourism.
Former war-torn areas now open for tourism.
Extreme Rating: 8/10
The once war-torn republics that form a patchwork across Africa are opening up to seaborne tourists.
Countries such as Angola, Sierra Leone and Congo are starting to recover from their devastating conflicts, allowing visitors to explore the former slave ports, wildlife sanctuaries and voodoo markets.
Ramshackle villages along the coastal cruise route provide plenty of opportunities for eating, drinking, singing and dancing.
Now may be the time to go: Increasing piracy in the Gulf of Guinea is making marine insurers nervous.
G Adventures, from $600 per person per night.
4. Following Scott, Amundsen et al, Antarctica
Extreme rating: 8.5/10
When your neighbors come home from their heroic Antarctic cruise, chances are they've been on a doddle across to the continent's Peninsula.
You can trump them by following in the wake of real explorers such as Scott, Amundsen and Mawson. Sail to the Ross Sea or Commonwealth Bay, where these blokes walked out into the white, and you'll find the huts they left behind, still crammed in some cases with frozen 100-year-old kit.
Landing at Mawsons Hut can be tricky, though. If massive icebergs the size of small republics don't block your passage, the famed katabatic winds that blow up to 200mph threaten to push you back to Tasmania.
Heritage Expeditions, from $600 per person per night.
3. Island hopping in the Pacific
Extreme Rating: 8.5/10
The ship looks like a prop from "Gilligan's Island," but the little 12-person Braveheart sets sail from Papeete for some of the most remote, uninhabited islands in the Pacific Ocean.
Pelagic specks with names such as Vostok, Starbuck, Jarvis, Washington and Palmyra Islands are the objective for no other apparent reason than they exist.
Finishing up in Western Samoa after 29 days, your objective is to have landed on 10 of these remote islands -- the company even offers a pro-rata refund if you don't.
Wild Earth Travel, from $1,200 per person per night.
2. Ice-breaking to the North Pole
Before the moon, there was the North Pole.
Before the moon, there was the North Pole.
Extreme rating: 9.5/10
It doesn't get much more extreme than this (although see below). Just 100 years ago voyagers to the North Pole received equivalent celebrity to the moon explorers Neil Armstrong and team in the 1960s.
You could still choose to haul your sled over the treacherous crevasses, hummocks and sastrugi (ice obstacles) or instead get aboard the world's most powerful icebreaker, the Russian nuclear 50 лет Победы (50 Years of Victory).
There's not a lot to see en route as 340MW turbines push 25,000 tons of steel through the icepack up to three meters thick on the way to 90 deg N.
Leaving Murmansk, in Russia, you're back within two weeks.
Quark Expeditions, from $2,000 per person per night.
1. Down to the Titanic wreck, Atlantic Ocean
Extreme Rating: 10/10
If crazy Clive Palmer's vision comes to life, you'll be able to sail on a replica Titanic in 2016.
But for a glimpse of life (and death) aboard the original 1912 vessel, you can get aboard a specialized submersible for an eight-hour joy ride down to the ship, 12,500 feet below the surface of the North Atlantic.
Trips are intermittent depending on demand and various legal wrangles, but if the Titanic is off the menu, tours are also available to Bismarck (15,000 feet) or the Mid-Atlantic Hydrothermal Vents at a trifling 10,000 feet.
Deep sea adventures are starting to compete with space travel as an extreme trip, with the likes of Sir Richard Branson considering ventures in this space too.
 

11 of Reykjavik’s coolest bars

For a country that banned full-strength beer until 1989, Iceland sure knows how to party.
“Walking down the main drag of Reykjavik at 3 a.m. on a Friday or Saturday night -- even in the middle of winter --  the sidewalk's still packed,” says Anna Andersen, editor of the local English newspaper Reykjavik Grapevine.
Beyond the traditional beer halls with pounding music, the 11 nightspots below let you sip craft cocktails in style or dance until dawn.
At the end of the list, you'll find some Reykjavik bar-hopping tips to help you fit in.

Kex Hostel -- the bar in a biscuit factory

Kex -- takes the biscuit.One of the happier stories borne out of Iceland’s 2008 economic crisis, Kex is housed in an abandoned biscuit factory that escaped demolition when plans to build skyscrapers in its place ran out of cash.
The owners transformed the building into a chic hostel, bar and eatery, naming it after the Icelandic word for biscuit.
Travelers and Reykjavikers come here to drink beer and catch impromptu gigs.
Johannes Agustsson, founder of local indie record label 12 Tónar, says keep your eye out for up-and-coming female artist Mr Silla and three-piece band Samaris playing at Kex.
Kex Hostel, Skúlagata 28, +354 561 6060
More on CNN: How to be a Reykjaviker: 8 ways to fit in

Kaffibarinn -- the institution

The origin of Kaffibarinn's Tube logo has become the stuff of legend.Established for so long that the current staff can’t remember the full story behind its London Underground-styled logo, Kaffibarinn remains one of Reykjavik’s most popular nightspots.
“We put a lot of energy into hiring good DJs and our staff are very close knit, which helps our customers feel engaged,” says a manager, Katherina Hauptmann.
By day it’s a cool coffee shop, but Kaffibarinn gets fiendishly busy at night, when it turns into a bar.
Worth trying are Topas or Ópal (local liquorice liqueurs) and Reyka, Icelandic vodka.
Kaffibarinn, Bergstaðastræti 1, +354 551 1588

Gallery Bar -- part art gallery, part gentleman's club

Bartenders here know how to mix drinks, not just pour beer.An example of a hotel bar you’d actually want to visit, the Hotel Holt’s Gallery Bar is one of the smartest spots in town to quaff a quality beverage in peace.
“The bartenders here really know how to make drinks -- not a given elsewhere in Reykjavík, where most people just drink beer,” Andersen says.
There are red leather club chairs to sink into and tempting cocktails of the day.
“You might have the place to yourself, but you’ll be in good company with paintings by some of Iceland’s most renowned artists on the walls.”
Gallery Bar, Bergstadastraeti 37; +354 552 5700
More on CNN: CNNGo in Reykjavik: Thermal pools and comfy sweaters

Snaps -- comes with 'best goddamn restaurant'

Snaps: It gets steamy in the greenhouseWinner of the Reykjavik Grapevine’s “best goddamn restaurant” award for the past two years, Snaps is a top spot for a social drink and a good-value meal.
With its glass walls and hanging plants, the venue feels like a giant, cozy greenhouse -- people drop by for a quick beer and then find they have no reason to leave.
There’s a piano in the corner if you feel like banging out a tune.
Snaps, Þórsgata 1, +354 511 6677

Le Chateau des Dix Gouttes -- retro French with Icelandic wine

Retro cafe by day, French lounge bar by night -- and sells rhubarb wine. Known as Tiu Dropar (Ten Drops) by day, this intimate, grandma-chic basement cafe gets a mini-makeover from owner David Bensow every evening before he reopens the venue as a French-themed lounge bar.
One of a few dedicated wine bars emerging in Reykjavik, Le Chateau sells Iceland’s only wine brand, Kvöldsól, made from crowberries, rhubarb, blueberries and Icelandic herbs.
Le Chateau also serves cheese, waffles and charcuterie to the strains of Edith Piaf.
Le Chateau des Dix Gouttes, Laugarvegur 27; +354 551 9380
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Micro Bar -- for beer nerds

"A Tactical Nuclear Penguin, please." Iceland’s newest microbrewery bar, this funky city bolthole supports small brewers from all over Iceland and beyond.
With mountainous wall murals by the native cartoonist Hugleikur Dagsson, it’s a sweet space to pull up a stool and try anything from a local Kaldi draft to a Tactical Nuclear Penguin from Scotland.
Micro Bar is located in, but not affiliated to, the Center Hotel if you can’t be bothered walking home.
Micro Bar, Austurstræti 6; +354 847 9084

Slippbarinn -- Reykjavik’s first cocktail bar

From the hand of master mixologist Ásgeir Má.It opened only a year ago, but this vintage-styled watering hole tucked into the foyer of the Scandi-chic Reykjavik Hotel Marina was the city’s first proper cocktail bar.
“Cocktail culture in Iceland is very young but catching up quickly,” explains Slippbarinn’s master mixologist, Ásgeir Má.
On any given night you’ll find as many Reykjavik residents as hotel guests sampling Má’s ever-changing creations, all mixed with house-made syrups and freshly squeezed juices.
Located right on the harbor, it’s possible to see the Northern Lights from your bar stool in the right conditions.
Slippbarinn, Mýragata 2; +354 560 8080

Loftið -- the place with a dress code

One of the few places where a Gore-Tex jacket won't cut it.One of Reykjavik’s newer bars making a concerted move beyond beer, Loftið draws a mix of expats and mature, moneyed locals with its quality cocktails. 
Being one of the only establishments in town to enforce a strict dress code helps Loftið maintain an added element of class -- but while you won’t find anyone dancing on tables here, the mood is far from stuffy.
Loftið, Austurstræti 9, +354 551 9400
More on CNN: Elf School spills secrets of Iceland's 'Hidden People'

Harlem -- the (street) arty place

Some visitors are pleasantly surprised by Reykjavik’s blossoming street art scene -- it can certainly lift the mood amid the city’s rather somber colors.
Sixteen street artists were commissioned to put their mark on the interior of Harlem, a gritty downtown bar that attracts an appropriately arty crowd along with some of the city’s best DJs.
“Come early, before the crowds arrive, to check out the amazing artwork and stay on to make shapes on the dance floor,” Agustsson suggests.
Harlem, Tryggvagötu 22

Kaldi -- has Icelandic beer on tap

Icelandic beer -- made to a Czech recipe.Designed as a healthier alternative to the additive-heavy international beers widely consumed in Iceland since the end of prohibition, the country’s own Kaldi beer (brewed to a special Czech recipe) went down well with Icelanders on its 2005 launch and has sold well since.
Fortunately, you don’t have to head to its northern Icelandic brewery to drink it fresh -- this industrial-styled Reykjavik brew bar offers four varieties on tap, including the brand’s unfiltered crowd favorite.
Kaldi, Laugarvegur 20b

Ölstofa Kormáks og Skjaldar -- the low-key jewel

Ölstofan: too cool to show off.Known simply as Ölstofan, this nondescript city bar is frequented by artists, writers, musos and cool kids over 30 who like to keep things simple.
With no dance floor and a soundtrack you can hear yourself chat over, Reykjavik residents come here to cozy up in wooden booths and unwind with a cold pint of award-winning house brand Brió (it beat more than 4,000 other beers to top the World Beer Cup competition in 2012).
Ölstofan, Vegamótastig 4; +354 552 4687

Reykjavik bar rules -- there aren't many

Icelandic bars rarely impose a cover charge, unless it’s a special event.
Most Reykjavik bars don’t impose a dress code -- you can stumble into just about any bar wearing your Gore-Tex jacket and hiking boots, if you want to.
Most bars close by 1 a.m. from Sunday-Thursday and stay open until as late as 4.30 a.m. on Friday and Saturday nights.
The legal drinking age in Iceland is 20, but many bars impose their own age limit of 21 or 22.
Most city bars offer happy hour deals – download the Reykjavik Grapevine’s Appy Hour app to keep track.

 

luni, 18 noiembrie 2013

'Obama effect’ has ruined our secluded Hawaii beach resort, say locals

Residents of a paradise Hawaii beach resort where President Barack Obama spends his Christmas holidays are at loggerheads over increased tourism, with some saying their secluded haven has been “overwhelmed” by the “Obama effect.”
Each year since 2008 Mr Obama, his wife, Michelle, and their daughters Malia, 15, and Sasha, 12, have stayed in a luxurious $25,000-a-week holiday home, close to the pristine white sand beaches of Kailua on the island of Oahu.
But some local people complain their quietude has been spoiled by an influx of tourists the rest of the year, including tour buses from Honolulu coming to see where the president spends his time off.
Others are vexed by the recent opening of large shops including a Whole Foods supermarket, and the proliferation of paddle boards and boats in the water.
A residents’ advisory group in Kailua has complained that hundreds of bed and breakfasts and holiday rental properties have sprouted up, and that property prices have soared to an average of nearly $800,000, meaning local people could not afford to buy a home.
Lisa Marten, a member of the Kailua Neighbourhood Board, described a group of holiday-makers staying near her house and “doing drugs from morning till night”.
She told the Associated Press: “It doesn’t feel like a neighbourhood when you don’t know the people there. If there’s any sort of safety issue, there’s no one to ask for help because you don’t know them.”
The board passed a motion in September calling on the Hawaii Tourism Authority to “stop promoting Kailua as a tourist destination and alternative to Waikiki”, the most popular beach area in busy Honolulu.
Earlier this year local resident Judy Bishop told Hawaii Business magazine: “The sheer volume of local people and tourists is overwhelming the infrastructure of Kailua.”
She said local people “love to have visitors, tourists” but added: “We can’t fit a busload of tourists in there. We’re being overwhelmed. The parking area, the little bridge, the narrow roads, it wasn’t designed for tour buses.”
Mitch D’Olier, a property developer, told Hawaii Business the changes were good for the economy. Speaking in July, he said: “I am absolutely convinced it’s the Obama effect. This is where the president comes when he comes home.
“They want to eat shave ice where he eats shave ice, and they want to walk on the beach where they’ve seen him walking with his daughters. He’s an iconic figure who has been very good for Kailua at exactly the time we needed something. We were heading for recession.”

Plane seats that expand for bigger passengers

‘The Morph’, created by the London-based company Seymourpowell, is a form of adjustable seating which changes depending on the size of the person occupying it, or the amount of room they desire.
According to a promotional video for the concept, two sheets of fabric – one for the seat back, and one for the seat base – are stretched across the width of an entire row, and over a movable frame. The fabric is held in place by armrests and upper dividers to form three individual “hammock seats”. The fabric can be tailored to fit the person sitting in it, while the dividers slide from side to side, allowing the airline to make some seats wider.
“The aircraft can be arranged by the willingness and ability to pay for space, blurring the boundaries between the classes… moving quickly from a high density economy ticket to a lower density more premium ticket,” it says.
“Passengers can choose to pay for a big seat, one that fits them. Premium passengers can relax in space big enough to sleep, or work in privacy. Families travelling together can tune their seat according to size. For example, mum, dad and infant could pre-book a large, medium and small seat. Children or smaller passengers could trade space for a cheaper ticket.”
While the concept might appeal to smaller travellers, it is likely to be considered discriminatory by taller fliers, who require more space.

The ice hotel that needs a fire alarm

It may sound like a far-fetched April Fool’s Day joke: the hotel constructed almost entirely of ice that requires fire alarms. But for a hotel rebuilt every winter in northern Sweden using only frozen water, it is absolutely true.
The ICEHOTEL, located in the small Arctic town of Jukkasjaervi, has announced that it would install fire alarms this year. It says it is following a request by the authorities to guarantee the safety of its guests. “We have to apply for building permits every year,” said Beatrice Karlsson, a spokeswoman for the hotel. “When the rules change, we need to adapt to the new rules obviously.”
We were a little surprised at first, but the reason is that there are things that can actually catch fire, like pillows, sleeping bags or reindeer skins".

"To us the most important concern is the safety of our clients, so we will comply," she added. “When we explain to people, I think it makes sense.”
The hotel will open from December 6 to April 13, with prices ranging from 1,900 kronor (£178) for a single room to 7,500 kronor (£850) for the most expensive suite. Tourists come from all over the world to sleep on an ice bed in temperatures as low as -8C (18 degrees Fahrenheit).
This year will be the ICEHOTEL’s 24th incarnation, and includes work from a range of designers from Sweden, Italy, the Netherlands, and Brazil. The alarms, which were installed and tested last winter with the local fire department, have made construction of the hotel, even more of a challenge. "The environment is humid, and ice and snow... move, so [that] had to be taken into account," Karlsson said.
As for the fire alarms, Karlsson said there had been “no incidents so far.”
“It went off once, but when the supervisor came down it turned out it was just one of our guests who’d snuck off to the cleaning closet and had a cigarette.”

Dallas: on the trail of JFK

It was nearly midnight in downtown Dallas. As we crossed Dealey Plaza on Elm Street the taxi driver braked sharply – “This is where the first bullet hit” – then floored the accelerator, whipped us round on to Stemmons Freeway and headed for Parkland Memorial Hospital.
“Kennedy was pretty much dead by this point,” he said. “Jackie had the president’s brains in her hands. Me, I don’t think Oswald did it.”
The driver, who had just picked me up from Dallas-Fort Worth Airport, had taken me a little too literally. I told him I was there because the 50th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination was looming and I wanted to see where and how it happened. He responded by taking me on the route of the motorcade on which JFK was shot, before dropping me (exhausted, bemused, excited) at my hotel in the early hours.
The assassination of President John F Kennedy on November 22, 1963 was one of the defining events of post-war history – what you might call the baby boomers’ 9/11. From it, like sparks from a spinning wheel, have flown a million stories of conjecture and conspiracy.
 At the still centre of every one of those stories is the town where it happened, with place names that still carry a malign yet quasi-mythical glamour: Dealey Plaza, the “grassy knoll” (actually just a sloping expanse of lawn), the Texas School Book Depository, Parkland Hospital (where not just Kennedy but his assassin, Lee Harvey Oswald, and Oswald’s murderer, Jack Ruby, also died and from which derives the title of a new film, Parkland, with Billy Bob Thornton).

 I’ll admit it, I was excited to be there – and if that sounds ghoulish, well, the private and national tragedy that happened 50 years ago has a significance that belongs to us all. In this major anniversary year people are coming from other parts of America and the world to see where a bullet changed the course of history. It is for the same reason that Ford’s Theatre in Washington DC, the scene of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination in 1865, is one of the capital’s popular tourist draws.


Dallas must be exasperated by such attention. In 1963 the city was a hotbed of reactionary conservatism and there was a feeling of hatred towards Kennedy. Fifty years on, Dallas sees itself as a dynamic hub that boasts plenty of art and museums as well as commerce (Big Oil and much more).
The organisers of next week’s commemorations in Dealey Plaza – a ticket-only event – promise a dignified occasion honouring the “life, leadership and legacy” of the 35th president. Then, so Dallas hopes, it can finally leave behind the “city of hate” epithets and fly towards the future like the neon Pegasus on top of the downtown Magnolia Hotel.


But it will never entirely rid itself of the ballistics buffs and all-round obsessives who mooch around Dealey Plaza, looking up at a particular window, estimating angles. I became one of them myself the morning after my arrival when I strolled down to the Plaza from my hotel.
A conspiracy nut with a book to flog had already set up by the grassy knoll – “JFK assassination information center” said the banner – but the overall impression was of a municipal orderliness entirely at odds with what happened there.
Dealey Plaza, a triangular expanse of manicured lawns, live oaks and white colonnades, was built in the Thirties as a front door to the city. At 12.29pm on that day in 1963 onlookers stood on the roadside and in the shade of the live oaks as the presidential motorcade turned on to Elm Street to cross the Plaza.
The sun had come out – as it did for my visit – justifying the decision to leave the roof off the Lincoln Continental in which the Kennedys rode. The First Lady was looking radiant in a pink suit and matching pillbox hat. The crowds were cheering. Then the world went black.

Two white Xs painted on the tarmac of Elm Street mark the points at which the two bullets hit the president in, respectively, the upper back and the head (the first shot missed). I watched as tourists ran out into the road to pose for photographs by these Xs, playing chicken with the buses that swept past the former Texas School Book Depository building.
This old red-brick warehouse – now the Dallas County Administration Building – is the key to the story, of course. Oswald fired the fatal shots from the window on the south-east corner of the sixth floor. The legacy of that action is now guarded by a superb museum, located precisely there, called the Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza, which attracts more than 300,000 visitors a year, most from outside Texas and 15 per cent from abroad.
But before visiting the museum I wanted to see what happened next, as a consequence of those shots being fired. To do so I enlisted the help of John Estes, a local tour guide. In his car we followed the escape route from Dealey Plaza that Oswald took to the room he rented in North Beckley Avenue.

It’s a quiet middle-class street these days. One front garden had been transformed into a gothic graveyard in preparation for Halloween and the former lodging house where Oswald lived is now a three-bedroom, bungalow (it’s currently for sale and can be yours for half a million dollars).
“After calling in at the rooming house he walks up Beckley towards Jefferson,” said Estes, driving us on the same route. “To me this is where the mystery begins – from the rooming house up to here. What was he doing?”
We’ll never know. Near an intersection he was approached by a patrolman, Officer J D Tippit, whom he shot four times.The houses round about have bars on the windows and electronic gates, as if they still aren’t taking any chances.

Jefferson Boulevard, where Oswald fled, is now a Latino neighbourhood. Oswald went to ground in a cinema called the Texas Theatre and it’s still there, recently renovated and sparklingly retro with its vertical neon sign.
As a film about the Korean War, War is Hell, was playing (the Texas Theatre is showing it again this month) Oswald was arrested in the auditorium. He was next seen in public two days later in the basement of City Hall, then the Dallas Police HQ, as he was being transferred to the City Jail (the basement is not accessible but we sat and looked at the unremarkable exterior of the building). Jack Ruby put a bullet in him and the story ended. Only for a million more to begin.
The Sixth Floor Museum, where I was dropped at the end of my tour, is scrupulously neutral in its presentation of the various conspiracy theories. “Most agree that this complicated murder mystery will never be fully resolved,” it concludes.
 The undisputed facts – the extraordinary narrative that unfolded over 48 hours – have always been compelling enough for me. To be in the former Book Depository is to feel immersed in Big History. The old freight elevators, used for hauling boxes of textbooks up and down, are still in place. The workaday wooden floors, pillars and ceilings are as they were when Oswald worked there as a temporary employee before the assassination.



The exhibits include artefacts with dark auras, such as the fedora worn by Ruby when he shot Oswald, and the displays do an excellent job of expressing the memories of “rememberers”: those who were there. But the thing that draws you on is the place where it happened, the corner window.
There Oswald made a sniper’s nest out of boxes of books and took aim with a rifle he bought by mail order for $21.45. The corner is glassed off now – souvenir-hunters were hacking bits off the window frame – but the crime scene has been re-created with boxes of books piled into a barricade. People go quiet when they approach, then stand at the adjacent window and look down on Elm Street, towards the white Xs painted there.