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Pictures of the Week!!

American Press Travel News–March 12th, Florida Keys–Pictures of the week!!  ALL IMAGES IN “HISTORY OF FISHING IN THE FLORIDA KEYS!”  THIS BOOK IS BY BOB T. EPSTEIN SEE ON-LINE AT AMAZON!

Giant Melogadon jaw, inside of that jaw is a Tiger Shark Jaw!!!
Ted Williams and his guide Stu Apte!!
Zane Grey in the Keys with a permit
President Franklin Delano Roosevelt in the Keys!!

The Historic Opera House and the Ellicottville Brewing Company – EBC Located in Fredonia, New York

The Fredonia Opera House built in 1891
The entrance to The Fredonia Opera House

AmericanPressTravelNews.com – July 11th – Fredonia, New York is a small town located in Chautauqua County, New York. Bob & Barb “On The Road Again.”

Unique to Fredonia New York is the Opera House. Located in the downtown section. Built in 1891, it is a year-round performing arts center. Currently, it offers a variety of live performances, presents a cinema series of first run independent and foreign films, and serves as a rental venue for community meetings,  debates, weddings and performances. For more information call: (716) 679-1891. Their website is: www.fredopera.org.

Just down the street is the Ellicottville Brewing Company – EBC. Located at: 34 West Main Street. Fredonia, N.Y.

The Ellicottville Brewing Company has over 20 local and hard to find Craft Brews
The EBC gives you a tasty generous portion of fish n’ chips.
Garlic chicken wings! Barb and I had a finger-licking good time with these well done wings!
More chicken, this time a bit spicy with peanuts, great noodles and a delicious sauce.

Barb and I enjoyed a nice and tasty dinner in this pub. We ordered the garlic chicken wings, lots of them. They were amongst the best we have ever ordered. The wings came with their home-made bleu cheese, carrots and their special house sauce. Very crispy, and not greasy. After looking over the menu for their main course, we decided on their fish n’ chips. The fish was coated in EBC Two Brother”s Pale Ale beet battet and Japanese bread crumbs, then deep fried. The dish came with crispy fries and Coleslaw.  We had Pad Thai noodle and chicken dish. It had light spice with al dente’ noodles. The noodles were covered with broiled chicken strips. It was the special of the night. The locals commented that they have a terrific burger.  They have dining on their patio. Since they are known for having over a selection of 20 local and hard to find craft beers. We sampled a few. That was a treat.

Take a look at their website: www.ebcwest.com or www.ellicottvillebrewing.com. Many evenings they are very busy, so call for reservations. (716) 679-7939.

 

 

 

Excerpts From Finally Published “Africa on a Pin & a Prayer

AMERICAN PRESS TRAVEL NEWS–MARCH 9TH,–BOB’S WRITERS CABIN-GOOSE HOLLER’ FARM-Leopoldville The Congo.

My first book lover!
She wantged my Africa and Goldie the Goldfish book!

We left Kisali on the “boat” a riverboat pushing a huge barge a microcosm of African life being pushed along by a 2000 horsepower diesel engine turning a paddlewheel that splashed at the river and inexorably pushed more than 1000 souls along a river that hasn’t changed since, or before written history one iota. Congolese minister’s concubines took up most of the riverboat rooms and Gene and I got lucky enough with the help of a Belgian business man, to grab one of those rooms and we camped out there. God had mercy, we did not have to sleep on the deck with the water bugs and other slimy critters that came out on deck under cover of darkness. We settled in for a 20-day run to Leopoldville. I spent a lot of time on the barge. I visited the Cayman croc sellers, the fruit and vegetable vendors and looked over the booty and bounty of what many villagers had bagged in the jungle’s hinterlands smoked monkeys, boa constrictor snakes for food or sale to collectors, butterflies kept in between palm leaves, also for the collector. Raw latex from Goodman’s Goodyear rubber plantation on its way to be processed into gloves, tires, rubber boots, condoms. Wildly colorful songbirds and parrots, snakes, monkeys, sloths, bamboo and logs destined for trading in the capitol of the Congo, Leopoldville.
Every minute was an adventure on the riverboat. Villagers whose huts hugged the river banks along the way, braved the boats wake and came out to the barge in pirogues hollowed out wood log dugout canoes, to trade fresh produce, including cut pieces of sugar cane a favorite treat for everyone aboard.
All the things done in the village were being accomplished on the barge as it was pushed at about 5 mph towards Leopoldville was being done there. Clothes washing, cooking child care and even love making on the decks sometimes behind a cloth shade.

First Pygmies we saw on our trip through the Ituri Rain Forest, in the Congo! The dogs wooden clacker bells scared snakes away from the path, ahead of the men. Also the men could keep track of the dogs as they ran through the forest. These dogs did not bark!!
Dope salesman in Kampala, Uganda. Offered a bag of black gunge for 50-cents to me! No didn’t buy it!!!

 

Another Excerpt from my Book: “Africa On A Pin & A Prayer.”

Africa On a Pin & a Prayer
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Excerpt from my book: “Africa on a Pin & a Prayer.”

My god, it’s the middle of the night we are deep in the hinterlands of the Congo suddenly after a plunge off of a log bridge, dark swirling muddy water quickly rose around my neck than over my head. A moment before my mouth was covered I yelled screamed to Gene my traveling companion we’re, dead we’re dead.” In complete darkness, I kicked my way through the water out the open window on the drivers right side of our British Land rover Gene did the same. We made our way to a muddy bank and crawled out and up through slippery vegetation up the embankment that led to the dirt road we had just propelled ourselves off, into one of the most serious predicaments of our travels through Africa. Wet, scared and bedeviled immediately by the cacophony of frog peepers and coughs of jungle cats, we made our way back towards a village that we had passed a few miles back. Racing through my mind was “would we get out of this one”, would I ever see my mother and family again, can we salvage the vehicle which was literally our lifeboat in a sea of seething uncertainty, in a country who was in chaos and basically swimming in state of anarchy.