Which years do you remember to finish?
>> December 31, 2010
It was quite a year.
We did some traveling. Of course, we wrote about most places we were this year thanks to this blog. We also shared our blog via internet searches like blogsherpa.
We wrote about places we'd visited because we want to treat each one as memorable to us.
There are those places we'll remember.
Then, there are those we find it easiest to talk about. Most of these are popular conversation pieces because they made big impressions or are easy to discuss with people: Shibuya, London, Aix-en-Provence, El Prado, Italy, Monaco, China.
Tonight at the dinner table we talked about all kinds of bugs we saw and ate in Thailand. Later on, I recounted how I enjoyed a BBQ Sparrow in China (one of China's milder gastronomic pursuits). Pretty funny, as it turned out my father-in-law knew this dish from living in Italy.
We want to share more but cannot. Memories are fleeting. So, we move on, remembering everything we can. And, we reinforce our memories with our storytelling. People ask us what we liked most, where our favorite locale was, what was most frightening or unnerving.
I wish people asked us what means most to us when we travel around this world. That answer is easy - the kindness and welcoming spirit of strangers - the joy and friendship and camaraderie which we made momentarily or longer with people we met along our way.
Much to be thankful for don't you agree? Happy Thanksgiving Ya'll!
>> November 25, 2010
Since you are reading our blog - Thanks!!
On the side of our blog their is a tab called cluster maps. It is a really neat tool for seeing how we really are connected by less than 'six degrees of separation.'
If you have not visited our blog world map lately, would you check it out? We love knowing that we are reaching people around the world. Thanks to you for spreading the worldwide word.
Our world just gets smaller.
Also, if you are interested in reading about how other travelers are seeing their world check out the Lonely Planet's blogosphere at blogsherpa.com. They are publishing lots of cool travel related blogs - including ours. So, with that, this is a Thanksgiving blog.
We want to send out thanks to all of you who read, subscribe to, and share our blog. Thank you!! Special thank you shout outs to our friends who just recently started checking out our blog overseas in:
Antigua and Barbuda, Lebanon, Iran, Haiti, Djibouti, Azerbaijan, Brunei Darussalam, Maldives, Benin, Trinidad and Tobago, Bangladesh, Uganda , Oman, Jamaica, Jordan, Zambia, Libyan Arab Jamahiriya, Jersey, Timor-Leste, Chile, Estonia, Latvia, Angola... thanks for reading our blog!
We all have much to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving Ya'll!
DIY Backpacker Spa
>> November 10, 2010
By special request, here is blog devoted exclusively to a DIY Backpacker Spa.
Trekking the world in flip-flops with a unwieldy backpack that seems perpetually affixed to your body, a backpacking gal deserves a spa night as often as she can get one. Even though some international destinations have beauty treats for the budget-minded girls, these 'fine establishments' don't always give you that pleasant, anticipatory feeling....more like a sensation that makes you duck your head and rush by with great haste, ignoring the sing-song voices trying to lure you into certain discomfort and unease.
So, when you need a break from the dusty trail, try some of these easy, inexpensive, and easy-to-find spa ideas!
SUGAR SCRUB: take a tablespoon of sugar (unrefined works best) and place it in a dampened palm. Mix one drop of shampoo or liquid soap and a few drops of water and apply in circular motions to rough skin. Good for hands, feet, elbows, etc. Wonderful solution for peeling beach skin, overgrown cuticles, itchy feet, and general exfoliation purposes. Make sure you rinse well to avoid sticky skin. Licking off the sugar is a possibility but not recommended (remember the soap....).
JOJOBA OIL: A little bit of jojoba goes a looooong way. Add a few drops to the palm of your hand, rub hands together to warm, then apply to face, hands, legs, arms, anywhere! Jojoba is the closest thing to the composition of natural skin oil, so it's great for every part of your body. Also great for dry scalps and chapped lips. Great option for a hot oil treatment for hair: microwave a small amount and then apply to hair (especially to the ends). Let sit for 30 minutes, shampoo/condition as usual.
UMBRELLA SPA: Yearning for a sauna? You need look no further than the bathtub in your (hopefully more quaint than questionable) hostel room. Run the bath hot, hot, hot, then climb in. Open an umbrella above your head (the possibility of bad luck is SO worth the risk) and let the steam collect under it, enveloping your mind and head in soft, thick warmth. Settle back, smile, and ignore the other backpackers banging on the door.
TEA TREE OIL: A natural antiseptic, tea tree oil is a potent oil from Australia. A drop mixed with water makes a great face toner, killing bacteria and germs and backpacking grime build-up. Add a few drops to a small tub for soaking tired feet. In a hot bath, tea tree oil will help congestion and cough, invigorating your senses!
TEA BATH: No matter where you are, herbs and spices are sure to be found. Shop around for some local treats to add to bathtime! Favorites of mine were Jasmine Tea Bath in China, Dried Rose Bud Bath in Morocco, Mint Tea Bath in Egypt, Rosemary Bath in Italy, and Lavender Bath in France. Be a tea bag and soak for a while!
AVOCADO: Not just for guacamole anymore! As a certain friend might vividly remember, avocado is filled with nourishing oils and is just the ticket to soothing dry, parched skin (especially sunburns). Slather it on, let it sit, rinse. Try not to use soap, as it will strip away the lovely oils that have soaked into your skin. Serve nachos or burritos for dinner in a dimly-lit room and hope that your friends don't notice your funny smell or greenish tinge.
On the road or nestled at home, have a backpacker spa night!
Inspiration and Small, Tight Circles
>> November 6, 2010
My husband has inspired me, as he oftentimes does. Today, he has inspired me with his blogging, and I am encouraged follow his example. The end of our constant motion does not mean that the journey has also ended.
But I miss covering ground. I miss walking long miles and tumbling into bed, feet and legs aching from hard use. These days I seem to be turning in small, tight circles, and it makes me feel a bit dizzy. My feet have nothing to say, it's my hands now that shriek and moan.
It has been so simple to slip back into the routines and seemingly-mundane activities of life in New Orleans. And yet, we are changed. Small, but substantial, alterations in our behaviors and patterns and conversations are constant reminders of new perspectives and experiences.
Memories from Honey Service Year bubble up with regularity, helping us to remember the significant and importance of fleeting, chance encounters with people and places that can unexpectedly change your life.
We are never without hummus; I make it from scratch, with dried chickpeas purchased at Mona's store.
We eat vegetables. A lot. And we are patronizing local markets and community gardens. I am also growing greens (root remnants of those purchased on a trip to the 5AM Vietnamese Market in New Orleans East, just as the sun began to rise over the soggy morning mist) and basil (from seeds collected in Cincinnati) and Kentucky oregano (a small transplant is courageously growing from an old tin can).
We have created a communal house in New Orleans, based upon concepts of respect and contentiousness and friendship. With more members of the household, we collectively use fewer resources and maximize the potential of shared space.
The emphasis that we placed on lowered consumption and materialism while on our journey has become part of our lifestyle; we recycle water, bicycle more often than not, and bring our own grocery bags everywhere we go. We try to buy only what we need, and resist (I have to work especially hard at this) urges of impulse and instant gratification spending. We try to live with intention, rather than being pushed and pulled and suckered into consumerist behaviors.
Chopsticks are used almost as frequently as forks, and we eat lettuce in our soup.
We have begun to serve as couchsurfing hosts; with each guest that stays with us, I recall the generosity and kindness of those who hosted us during our journey. Faith in humanity and trust in the human spirit is a feeling that can slip away if it is not nourished and encouraged; media and news sources are diligent in combating these positive feelings.
And yet, it all feels so distant. The memories slip further and further away, buried beneath tubes of caulk and glazier points and big rectangles of sheetrock and the last dregs of enamel paint in the can. We speak, as we learned to do on our journey, of the present, of the now, of right here. We dream of the future and craft our plans
With the fullness of the present and the future, there seems to be little time reserved for the past. And yet, it has a sweet and gentle way of slipping tendrils of poignant remembrance, patient contributions, and astute relevance into the evolution of our lives.
Onward we go, as the small, tight circles grow slowly larger.
Bike ride to City Park, TaiChi at NOMA and the Sculpture Gardens, Abby Barnwell Gardeners
>> November 2, 2010
What do all these events gave in common: Bike ride to Voodoo, TaiChi at Museum, Free Sculpture Gardens, and the Abby Barnwell Gardeners???
They all are part of a wonderful free afternoon in one of America's greatest living cities - N'awlins ya'll!! Not a day passes without New Orleans Jazz playing, colors and flowers and weather, without good human interaction and dignity in our fellows. There are limitless options, too many, and we put ourselves against the ropes trying to achieve only the least of them: preservation of a few old structures, sacred properties and profane indignities of their management (by us humans).
One afternoon in a few short hours time we went for a bike ride out our own front yard. Within a mile of our home, we were riding around City Park. We had fun checking out great music, fun scene, and vibrant nightlife that goes with VOODOO Festival which has come to symbolize Halloween in New Orleans and Autumn's full arrival. Weather, like this year, is usually outstanding.
We were returning to the park for the third time this week. This is becoming a relaxing ritual; a good way to just pick up and stop after blowing full board all day. Earlier in the week we came to the NOMA Museum of Art to check out some wonderful permanent and temporary exhibitions and we found ourselves walking out the side gates (a recent treat for us not previously available to the public), directly into the Casino.
The Casino was always where you got popcorns, hotdogs, and other sundries as a kid - it has been given a total makeover. Our favorite part of the Casino was to walk to far side near a bridge to 'Boy Scout Island' where there is an old Sundial [in need of repairs on its hours]. Only recently has this sundial become surrounded by lovely gardens maintained by the Abby Barnwell Gardeners. This is another cherished site for us. It is so peaceful. Serene. The backdrop is a delight in urban husbandry - children playing, museums, kids trains, bayou, islands.
Every Wednesday throughout the year you can rent a bicycle or use your own and have a wealth of activities in downtown New Orleans' neighborhoods. The city is flat. Cars drive slow.
In the Fall, Wednesday's at the Square afford locals and visitors some of the best musical treats the world have ever accounted for. Period. Right across from Gallier Hall. Under the Oaks. Lagniappe - New Orleans' Style - a 'little something for nothing.'
Another recent afternoon we started out, riding our bikes hoping to see a 'second line.' We heard hors blazing through the afternoon clear skies. Instead, we arrived at JV practice of St Aug's Marching 100. Fearless small men below five feet vie for the attention of a small battalion of ensemble supporters and instructors. It is October, six months to prepare more.
Criss-crossing through the neighborhood, Halloween. Practically every stoop has its family. It is nice to remember how positive it can be still being in an African-American city. Families relish opportunities to meet and greet in streets.
Maybe you need an afternoon bike ride or walk? Where can you find peace? Where do old things become new. I suggest if you are in New Orleans you take a ride like ours, enjoying a rest under New Orleans Live Oak trees, enjoy a visit Free Wednesday's at New Orleans Museum of Art. Tai Chi at the Museum also happens Wednesdays (at 6PM $5 donation). The Besthoff (K&B) Sculpture Garden is always free (but sadly closes too early, except on Wednesdays, for most of us).
After you have wandered around the park see if you can find the old sundial behind the Casino building. The Abby Barnwell Gardeners can sometimes be found taking care of the flowers there. It is a nice story. Ask them. If they are not there, no one will mind if you pull a few stray grasses or weeds that may have popped up. Walk gently, baby flowers are growing!
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Half a week after the Round the World Trip
>> October 14, 2010
We understand space ship reentry. We feel we just went through that this week as we are home just half a week after the Round the World Trip.
Honey Service Year year-end count down 50 days left.
We are home. How will our Honey Service end in the USA?
2.
New Orleans
Poplarville is calling....
3.
If anyone thinks we are slacking here or that we could have been more directed abroad this year, you would be right. But, there is a different impetus at home. Things soar. You know where things are and where they should be.
Our car (truck) was that sort of a story.
But... we are home. Indeed, it feels good to be home. We are carrying forward so many lessons learned meeting new cultures and absorbing good ideas; while, at home, applying ourselves very much at the here and now of what we do that impacts our world.
Beverly Reminds of Seafarers
>> September 9, 2010
Beverly reminds me of Seafarers.
The Town rolls along on Hills.
New England Coast
Has a hard handhold on me.
Its small inlets,
Tiny Harbors which Present
Themselves against Frishermen's
Lodges, Anchoring and bringing Long
Long Taught lines ashore.
Beverly reminds me on
Seafarers returned Wet on Winter
Storms, Storms tossed on clapboards
With salt snow, spitting winds
Winters ghosts of Hawks
Owls of black ice night
Nice Lanie Beverly's Daughter
keeps Summer fruit
Autumn's gourds and orchards.
Vines that grow up beside
Flag poles and Halloween.
Wind is always here
Haunting sounds that
Rub against old doorways
Playing Riddles on our
Own Tides and Sentiments
Now three Generations.
Eliot guards the garden
Rugged rocky coast path
North. Eliot knows rivers
The way to fjord this Coast
With pebbly soft Grey
and Blue beaches
Guards the cold.
Beneath perfect round
Pebbles Death's rattle
Smiling mosses
Lit green in last wave
Retreats partnered in Sunlight
Back in the USA
>> September 8, 2010
Hope to see you soon.
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Falcons at Trafalgar Square
>> September 7, 2010
| Not my photo: Stephensamuel at en.wikipedia |
New York, New York, New York
>> September 6, 2010
We are so enjoying the NYC welcome. While it feels like another stop on a long adventure, we are happy to be in familiar places and spending long, languishing warm days with family.
This morning, the two of us walked the Highline Park While there, we remembered our best suits as travelers: we feel our presence and community spirit brings us into harmony with what locals love about the places they live. We do not live in Chelsea, New York - yet we know it, feel it, understand it in the space of hours and days.
Yet, even as we relish the slow pace of long family visits, tomorrow we are back on the road. Labor Day for us means early rise to share over breakfast our newest fun travel recipe rice pudding with Indian spices.
While we are not feeling thrilled about donning our packs again and walking across the width of New York at dawn, this will be business as usual, breakfast with a lovely Aunt and Uncle, public transit and bus through four states to Boston and Salem, Mass; more visits with old friends, and round off the evening with genuine local cuisine 'steamer clams,' fresh coastal corn-on-the-cob, beers, loads of fun and laughter.
Our journey departing Beverly, Mass on Tuesday morning repeats our favorite late-Summer circuit. New York to Maine, back through the Cape and Islands (hello M.V.!!) to East Canaan, and back again. This year will also wrap up with Fall colors in Vermont. From here we will visit grandmothers and old friends. Tomorrow's journey takes us up our family pathways through Boston, onto the Atlantic Coast of New England.
At the end of the month we will celebrate Yale-in-China centennial back here in New York. After that our journey will head South, overland from Northern Vermont, through Ithaca, NY, to Columbus and Cincinnati, Ohio, to visit my parents in Berea, Kentucky, before finally making it home to New Orleans.
Around the world and a half? People ask us sometimes when our journey will end. It is a reasonable enought question. The truth is, we both look forward to settling on some piece of land and staying long enough to plant and raise crops, to grow trees, and to garden.
For now, this is not in the cards for us. After only a couple months on our beloved Gulf Coast, it will be back on the road again when we will begin traveling again back to South America, to Taganga, Colombia and our hotels El Miramar, Santa Marta and Oso Perezoso Hotel in Taganga. From Taganga, we may find our way circling through Amazon voyages or up the Rio Orinoco with our friends from Posada Don Carlos to distant villages cut off from modern devices. We do not pretend to know where all we are going.
Will we see you on the Colombia beaches next Winter? Or will our paths cross some other way? Who knows where our fates will lead us to exactly?
Keep up with us. We hope to continue to not only feed you our stories and experieces; we want to share our advice, our research, our ambitions and dedication through this blog.
Reflections: Honey Service Year Minus Day One and Still Counting
>> September 3, 2010
We are on the flight home.
When this blog is published we will begin Phase 1: 'Honey Service Year: Day Minus One and Counting.'
We are committed to service, exchange, responsibility and the types of footprint which tread softer on this planet. We have learned much and intend to keep this blog alive. We are just as committed, more.
Who knows though, what awaits us as we return to life as normal.
Here is what our last Day in Dublin looked like:
1.) Walks and riding the public bus
2.) Gallery walks and interactions with public art lovers
3) Buying consumable (ie food) local gifts as we could find them
4.) Free Guns and Roses concert on the River (surreal - cover act)
5.) Promoting forms of positive impact tourism
6.) Historic pub trail
7) Better understanding of Quantum Mechanics and Collective Interest Economics
If we take our own last day on this trip then trace it backwards as a lesson, as a tale of ourselves, at the end of the trail we find ourselves searching, accomplishing, finding; what we are; what we find in our humanity - what we find in others. That is, in the end, what we sought. A final reflection of what we sought and how we learned meant for us rekindling a message we continuously promoted this year - that we all seek the same things; and, how we are but reflections of our own best selves seen in the optics of others.
Until we meet again - goodbye dear Ireland!!
Semi-Pro travel blogger: Pro-blogging
>> September 1, 2010
I.
Pro-blogging. I am pro-bloggin.
On this piece of paper, I am blogging in our dear friend Martha's London flat. I am alone with a crashed computer. I have for tools a pen and a torn scrap of paper.
We have come up with all sorts of new widgets and apps in the course of tracing histories of ancient dialogues. This is what fills the empty space when the cyber has quieted. These are emerging technologies, too delicate even to reveal, which flew by in conversation too fast to write down.
We did discuss campfire apps (those which keep mosquitoes and biting insects away) - until we arrived at teenager apps (those which emit pitches from your phone to keep those between 11-21 years old away). We discussed million dollar apps for shopping and those for keeping our conversations on track. You see, we live in modernity.
Yet, I sit here a-scribbling. I am pro-bloggin.
I could bore you with our reams of data and news... it would be more noteworthy or worthwhile than this. Instead, I can take you where we have been. I am pro-bloggin (or is this proto-blogging). I am doing the type of exercise which takes place on pen and paper. And, I am reduced to pen and paper. I blame planned obsolescence.
So....our computer crashed. If you have been reading, you know this.
With a crashed computer and a race across four very historical (and yet very new to us) countries over a little less than two weeks; I am asking myself to run the last dash efforts as travel blogger. In this case, for this blog, what does it mean to lose all our travel technologies?
As I sat down and composed what thoughts defining these two words might mean to me ('travel' & 'blogger'), I came up with some formulaic answers which (a) might be of some use to our fellow travelers and blogging or blog friendly readers; and (b) I realized, yet again, that by unpacking our mission of exchange, service, exploration and discovery, I could discover deeper within myself sources of inspiration, language, and action. In the blogosphere, I realize in the actions and words of myself and others, that we are all becoming forces of combining self-interests.
Travel: involving every facet of life in relation to its other; ability to succeed; management of staying busy; preservation of health; enjoyment of self beyond (1) either self; or, (2) selected zone of self protection and/or self-awareness.
Blog: to publicly share and garner interest in travel.
Semi-Pro travel blogger: Pro-blogging (Part Two)
II.
When my world was inverted (instead of pleasurably introverted as it is as a cyberwriter); when all that I could do from dawn to dusk and then into the wee hours of the morning was put the nose to the grindstone and achieve work, I was not alone. Everyone around me was tweeting me - or so it seemed; metaphorically. When I had adopted this pro-forma project philosophy, all I could breathe was work.
Lucky for me, I was in disaster recovery-mode. I was nurturing my resiliency, personally, socially, culturally, I was at one with the need to use physical and intellectual rigor to fight for the existence of the place where I was from (which through the work of the US Government and the natural phenomenology of hurricanes had wrought severe damage to this hometown). I...digress.
When one is caught up in one's projects, it is hard to turn off the phone.
In our modern world, the evolutions from beepers to tweeters ties us to technologies in ways which we love and absorb. Sometimes, we hate these technologies too; but, usually this sense is frowned upon or considered anti-social. So, let's assume that we love our technologies.
Anyway, when I was in the thrust of these previous epochs of my work life, I loved taking airplane flights. I used the airplane as analogy for what I encouraged my fellow disaster recovery comrades to also embrace - the retreat from 24 hour phone and message cycles.
In travel, we have so many opportunities to be something temporarily. This ambiguity speaks to the case of our modern life.
Last night, we watched a theater production of the "Prisoner of 2nd Avenue," a 1970's play by Neil Simon. It was a surprisingly hip and current rendition of times changing around those who cannot move forward. I could not place it fully in my own life. Yet, it had angst and urbanity.
At the beginning of theater and cinema, as the curtains rise, the managers they have conceived of nice ways of asking us to turn off our cellphones.
It is too bad there are not more ways of finding out how to do this. It is too bad that as a blogger I have not found better apps and widgets for helping me manage the distance between the objective to blog, write, and serve the communities at home (or those we visit on our trip), and how to enjoy the spirituality of travel once the netbook [laptop] gets sick. In previous millennia, it was your own sickness from the elements which brought you down; now, it is sickness from removal of portable media. I am unsure which illness is graver.
That said, I am off to take in more of London (camera in pocket, pen and scrap of paper in breast pocket).....
Semi-Pro travel blogger: Pro-blogging (trois)
III.
Do we blog therefore to exist? Or, for us, is blogging an individual act of reaching out beyond mores of public acceptance (therefore being as an insidious and rebellious act)?
Is blogging the newest and least developed version of formal editorial publication?
Do we bring forth emerging concepts for a radical individualized project?
What does it mean to be a travel blogger?
We found solutions for our world problems
>> August 30, 2010
We are not completely finished.
We are excited to return home. We have learned a lot.
The most important thing we may have learned is something which we have been struggling the whole trip to give back to the planet - We have found a solution for our world's problems.
The solution is this: All the major problems (or opportunities) which our planet and humanity is consumed with already have solutions. The solution is us (it began a long time ago).
Further, we know what these 'opportunity solutions' are. In fact, we agree on what they are. And, we agree overwhelmingly. We have been finding difficulty discussing our solutions together. What we do not yet understand how to do is to manifest the solutions and put them into practice.
How we are able to turn our agreements into actions is another description of human dilemma.
For sometime on this sojourn, we became convinced that those marketing and selling to the world must be put in charge of convincing and recruiting mass participation. This plan has many flaws. Most of the flaws are human. Human solutions, however, are necessary.
We are thought farmers. We plant and nurture and spread the thoughts which we harvest across the planet. But, there was no need to travel to do this; once we left our closed fenced domain of assumptions we were able to accept them all around us.
Here are some principles we agree on as humans, universally and by vast democratic majority:
a.) Saving the world is more important than individual self interests.
b.) Community benefits from safety, culture, local and regional collaboration.
c.) Communication is convergence of agreement by education and facilitation.
d.) It is hard to get along but we must.
e.) People want to live by community quality standards of health and welfare.
f.) People want education and improvement increases for future generations.
g.) Humans, plants, and animals all benefit from ecological stewardship.
Please add those which you are aware of.
Once you apply your own community and individual versions of these to your own possibility of a miracle (or simply existence through participation) you are building actions to embrace out future opportunity and securing more pleasant, dynamic, equitable and artistic futures.
We have found a solution for our world's problems - but we want to know yours.
London, Edinburgh, and Dublin are FREE
Oh what a delight it is to realize one's worry and travel expectations rise to frenetic and paranoid levels only to be relieved to discover the opposite is true: London, Edinburgh, and Dublin are FREE!! We spent months worrying about our time in Europe. A friend, Andy H., had smartly told us that we had a great beginning to our itinerary, 'You are smart to begin with Tokyo, Shanghai, China and Hong Hong,' he said, because if you start with the more expensive countries it makes it much easier to enjoy your travel. Everything seems to always get cheaper.'
Poem for a Scottish Walk (for Doug)
>> August 29, 2010
Do we remember
The Internet is Ubiquitous – or was that a glitch?
>> August 25, 2010
Microsoft is corrupted.
For the third time on our nine month journey, our computer is dead. On a blue screen it screams, “your computer has been corrupted – please restart in ‘Safe Mode’”. Travel with a computer has become, for us, common place.
We left New Orleans in early December with a less than one kilo netbook. It has performed flawlessly and been heavily abused. It’s one drawback, though, is that it keeps allowing Microsoft to corrupt it. When corruption occurs, I think of it as the computer’s gone for vacation. The computer is still there. Its office space is occupied. But when you try to contact it you get this passive blue screen – a sort of ‘I will be out of the office until September 2nd – please try and contact me when I return,’ type message.
So, our computer is corrupted. Thinking about our current computer problem leads us to feeling that we are letting down our blog. We love our blog. It is a part of our promise of service and exchange between home and abroad. We have a dedicated group of readers to whom we are very grateful. Our readers give us a sense of mission, engagement beyond our common surrounds, contact with home, and exchange. We do not mean to let you down.
When at first the computer goes on vacation, we enter into a revolving conversation. I always defend the internet. When we were in developing countries I would throw up my hands, “Let’s just give away the computer here and be done with it.” My latest response in Bretagne, France was different, “We are close enough to home; let’s just carry it around broken until we get back.” I look at computers as apparati of planned obsolescence. Computers are disposable. They are meant to be treated this way. I don’t like it. I don’t appreciate it. But, it is a fact.
My wife, coblogger, and traveling companion has a much younger and healthier opinion and usefulness for a broken down compute;. “It is not the computer that is malfunctioning; it is Microsoft,” she will tell me. All we need is a reasonable techie in an internet café and we can reinstall Windows. A simple fix. Of course, she is right.
We have had our computer put back together from Mumbai to rural Turkey. Our computer has recovered from two previous complete meltdown, several close calls, Chinese worms, spyware invaders, reckless luggage handlers, overnight bus rides under foot and much worse… So, it seems obvious enough that now that we are back in the West; now that we are back in the birthplace of western civilization; now that we are in the country of all things cosmopolitan and worthwhile for consumption (France); it would be easy for us to find techies and internet. In Mumbai, when the precious blogs on our ‘desktop’ had not been properly backed up to the hard drive, our lovely techie buddies did the equivalent of open heart triple bypass surgery to our computer. Not really being surgeons; but having our full faith; they got their 10 minute surgery education from YouTube. The surgeons downloaded a video of cutting apart and putting back together our exact victim and then for the course of two hours played Dr Jeckyl and gave rebirth to our traveling Mr Hyde.
This of course brings me to our point: We need the internet to publish. We need the internet to travel (our itineraries, maps, contacts etc reside in email or other forms). So it is important that the internet remains ubiquitous. It does not.
When the internet quits working our Marco Polo lifestyle collapses. For those of us who begin travel from a computer savvy country, we may have to accept changes in our technological world view. At the beginning of our trip I imagined the world was broken into two classes of internet use.
My internet worldview was developed between my experiences in the United States and Latin America. I believed that there was either a culture of computers (with wifi flowing freely from every house and business), or, there were internet cafes in every neighborhood where single available twentysomethings teenage facebook fans, tiny video game addicts, and midlife male losers met like a small community to laugh about or hide behind computer terminals under whirling fans. I believed that the internet was ubiquitous. As it turns out, internet and computer culture changes as dramatically from country to country as language. In what I thought would be the most computer savvy countries t visit (China and Japan where computers are pioneered and built) there was not the public I.T. culture I had assumed.
Early readers may remember us bemoaning the ‘Great Firewall of China’ which kept us blocked from such important web communities as Facebook, Google, and YouTube. In Ethiopia, internet had really only arrived in the capital (Addis Ababa); the rest of the country waited for periodic signals and power to be turned back on. In Ghana and West Africa, there was internet as I had known it in South America, existing in small internet cafes. However, they were so completely local we needed guides to find them.
Each country, it turns out, has a unique relationship to computers. In Turkey, wifi was everywhere. However, the country was struck by some great paranoia (so that while wifi comes streaming from every possible nook and cranny, none of it was accessible). A grand conspiracy to sneak in and destroy your computer, your home life, and probably your fridge and TV caused streaming paranoia. In three weeks in Turkey, we never came across an open wifi signal. In Europe, there appears to be internet. I think people are using computers. But it is not a public thing.
In Paris, Madrid, or Venice, the great café culture has not been upended into becoming the great internet café culture; people leave their laptops at home and still enjoy old fashioned conversation.
As for our blog, we are going to work hard to find internet. If we can find a sprightly twenty-something techie we will beg them to help us reinstall our windows and return our tiny netbook from its extended vacation. Until then, we will seek out internet hotspots and wifi cafes, borrow beg and steal our friends and others computers, and publish, where ever possible, our blogs.
Our computer is corrupted. This means, you can expect fewer blog postings for a while.
The Internet is Ubiquitous – or was that a glitch?
Gone to Edinburgh
>> August 24, 2010
We have left to Edinburgh. It is a round trip of sorts, even as neither of us have ever been there.
Our families are from there; but, they hardly mentioned it to us.
In a sense, we are discovering Scotland as most Americans would be likely to do... as a vague department of the ambiguously and synonymously named UK.
But, that would be insulting to the Edinburgherishianese- who, unfortuantely, do not have the best weather or recent liberation histories; but, who apparently do have the distinction of the sexiest accent in the British Isles.
At any rate, Edinburgh and the people of Scotland can take pride that they have produced some very bright lights in the history of western thought.
So we go there as American shadows of Scotland past. Who knows what we will turn up.
It takes a cartographer and a philosopher to bring us to this point. We were not nearly the broad minded aesthetes nor such capable ambassadors before our honey service year began. Yet, we go their cap in hand, ready to give thanks for our ancestors hard won successes, their confidence, their willingness to travel intellectually and physically and be in new places. It is our final effort at discovering the places we have always known yet never been.
When we get home, I have promised my bride a dinner at the Windsor Court. She, in turn, has offered me a steamy blue weekend in her adopted hometown of Clarksdale, Mississippi.
We still have no technological device from which to edit and post our blogs.
Please stay posted. Our journey together just began.
