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One of those (long) days…

Breathe. Don’t get worked up cause that’s not going to help the situation. Just take a deep breath, let things be, and move on.

I’ve had to remind myself of this a few times in the past couple of days. The journey from Siem Reap to Yogyakarta has had a few hiccups.

It all started with a friendly tuk tuk driver. The night before leaving Siem Reap I was walking back to my guesthouse after returning my bicycle, getting the constant “Tuk tuk?” holler any foreign pedestrian can’t avoid here. This fellow was sitting on our quiet side street. We’d had a few conversations over the week I was there so I thought I’d say goodbye. One friendly conversation later I moved to leave and noticed the tuk tuk beside him. I asked of he was a driver (somehow it had never come up) and he said yes. He offered to give me a ride to the airport the next morning at a really good price. I said ok but insisted on paying more, I’m happy to pay a fair price to a friend who appreciates it! …I’m such a Canadian.

Well this ride got me to the airport where a plane got me quickly to the Kuala Lumpur airport which, contrary to what sleepinginairports.net led me to believe, is a dive of an airport. Don’t believe everything you read on the Internet kids.  I’m not going to give the play-by-play of the 21 hours I spent here, but let me paint a picture for you:
Me sleeping in the corner of the international departures area on the hard tiled floor (no carpet in this place, they even are thoughtful enough to put dividers on the plastic chairs to prevent you from getting comfortable). I, at least, have a couple Cambodian blankets to protect myself from the frigid air conditioning. I eventually doze off and wake up to well over a hundred Malaysian schoolgirls loitering around me in their uniforms. I was so confused. I guess they thought the foreigner sleeping in the corner would be a good meeting point. I wasn’t going anywhere, I’m territorial about where I sleep. I just pulled out a loaf of bread and some peanut butter and made a sandwich.

I eventually got on the plane to my final destination. I just wanted to sleep but the Indonesian lady next to me was keen on my taking an interest in her daughter. I don’t know mist of what she said but she tried the ol’ I’m-just-going-to-get-up-and-stretch-oh-why-don’t-you-scooch-over-and-I’ll-sit-by-the-aisle to get her next to me. Then she offered to buy me lunch, buy me a drink, even inviting me for dinner and to stay at their house. In retrospect that last part would have been neat but in my sleep deprived state I politely declined. The poor daughter though – she was blushing so hard and kept telling her mom to shutup towards the end. I wish I could understand the banter between them, I bet I would’ve found that interesting.

Of course when I landed there was a big white X on my backpack. I had to unpack the whole thing for security on a table much too small for the task. First time that’s happened. I then went straight to the immigration office to fill out paperwork and apply for a visa extension. It’s going to take a week and might not even go through. I hope it goes through.

I had been in touch about staying in a room above an art house in the city. My cab driver only generally knew where it was so he was asking locals on the side of the street as we drove by. We finally found a fellow who new it, saying it was right here actually. I DO believe he knew exactly where it was, but he sure didn’t take me there. He brought me to a little losmen instead. So tired at this point I took a quick look around and dubbed it suitable, for one night at least.

After a nap I took a little look around and am pretty happy with the place. I’ve got one of the two roomswith a balcony so my hammock’s already set up out there. It’s on the top floor with a view. It’s a fair price and a couple dollars cheaper than where I was going to stay (I feel bad for telling the art house to expect me. I think I’ll swing by and let then know at least.). Oh, and the free breakfast and tea are tasty too!

The people here are so friendly and, with the exception of the batik scammer I spotted a mile away yesterday, they’ve all been great. I had dinner with an Indonesian man who, like all good Indonesian men, smoked like a chimney. We had some traditional street food – it was delicious.  Our conversation started with where I was from and what there was to do in Indonesia. He must have noticed the blessing strings around my right wrist because he asked “Are you Buddhist?” I answered yes for the first time ever (it is becoming a philosophy I follow). The man nodded and we went on to talk about some old traditions still followed at the Sultan’s Palace here (such as drinking ash water will give you a Buddha belly when you are enlightened). “Are you Buddhist?” I eventually ask, hesitant because it’s such a dominantly Muslim country. “Yes,” he answers. “But not on my papers.” He is like me and believes Buddhism is a philosophy and not a religeon (some other parts of Asia intertwine old religeons with it). He believes in God because he does not know the reason for a chili pepper’s color (there was a bowl of peppers on the table in front of us, so he used that as his example). He is of the mind that different religeons are different paths to the same God. Interestingly he identifies as Muslim on his papers because religeon is like wearing clothes. If people don’t like the clothes you wear they aren’t going to talk to you. He is also adament that he is a traditional Muslim and not a fanatical one. He lamented about the radical ones actually. They apparently roll up their pants differently to identify one another (kind of like gang symbols back home).

Another wise character that I’ve met on the road…you’d be amazed how many there are.

Time to hit the beach with some Malaysian friends I met over breakfast. Take care all.

Peace and love.

May 15, 2011 - 9:35 pm

karenia - Nice to hear the latest… so many stories! Take care… 🙂

May 15, 2011 - 9:36 pm

HayleyC - Wow! That is quite the journey you’ve been on for the last couple weeks! Living in the jungle sounds incredible! Except for the spiders of course(lol) but talk about a great place for adventure! Sorry to hear your travels to Yogyakarta weren’t that pleasant. Unfortunately that comes with traveling 🙁 Glad to hear your well and enjoying it so much. Looking forward to more. Take care friend, miss you!

-Hayles

From Laos Into Cambodia

I just saw an entire family on a motorbike. All six of them. And the children weren’t small. Impressive.

I’ve been feeling a bit like Indiana Jones this past week: exploring temples, wearing a sweet wide brimmed hat, kicking ass… The temples of Angkor are absolutely amazing. I like to run my hands over the intricate carvings and wonder at the hands that created this over a millenium ago. This intricacy combined with the sheet magnitude of the temple complexes kind of blows my mind. I swear I’m going to set off a trap by pushing in the wrong rock one day. Oh well, I could think of worse ways than an epic escape scene from a big boulder. Who am I kidding, I could outrun it.

So the last time I checked in here I was about to march off into the jungle to live in a treehouse for a while. Turns out there were some roommates: 4 other (awesome) guys (I feel pretty lucky that we got a group that got along so well, we had some great times together), two friendly guides, a few tree rats, and lots of spiders. The gibbons kept their distance from the house but we always heard them in the morning. Early one morning one of the guides broke the rules and took us trekking in wild jungle in the rain. We were looking for a group he’d spotted in the distance from the treehouse. We found them (damn he’s good) and got really close (like 10 meters!). What well adapted animals, the way they move through the canopy is amazing to watch. Our jungle days went a little like this:
-wake up early to gibbon calls or Mick’s “You have to see this guys. Anyone want to go zipping in the mists?”
-a cup of tea watching the mists roll over the endless valleys (the treehouse we picked was a little more rustic and small than the others, but the view was unparalelled)
-trekking and ziplining through the jungle
-lunch with the group of girls in a neighbouring treehouse a few km away. That’s right, we had to stop acting like boys for an hour each day! (..it didn’t stop us)
-hammocking, reading, writing, and of course some more zipping in the afternoons
-wine, cards, and general shenanigans after dark

It was a good life. And what a cool project. They started the whole experience 7 years ago. The black gibbon was thought to be extinct but they found a family in the Bokeo jungle, so they made it a reserve. Then the big problem was poaching, and there being no one to enforce on the reserve. It’s not the greatest economy so that’s how the locals made money to take care of their families.

That’s where this project comes in. They took those poachers and gave them jobs as guides. I mean, who knows the jungle better? And now they make just as much as they would poaching in a year, but now the can do it year after year after year. With the money it brings in they also employ forest patrols to enforce the rules of the reserve. 7 years going and, by their steady expansion, I would call it a success.

Temples and monks is northern Laos, so some due time was giving into soaking all that up. From the alms that have become a tourist attraction in Luang Prabang to the lone painter painting in the corner of a tiny forgotten temple, trying to raise some money for its upkeep.

I’ve been on pretty much any sort of transport now that your mind can dream up, and I’m going to have to say that slow boat is probably my favourite. Two days journey down the Mekong was nice and relaxing.

I’ve made the decision to spend the remainder of my time Indonesia. Unfortunately some things I was looking forward to had to get cut (this time at least) but now I can focus on one place and get deeper into it. So the task of getting onto Java presented its ugly self.

Being so close to Cambodia, and being the huge temple nerd that I am, I just had to go out of my way and layover in Siem Reap for a week. A week feels so short for me right now. I met a couple from Australia on the plane who were only travelling for two weeks and were pretty envious of me. I hadn’t met anyone on the backpackers roads who was on a short timeline like that for a while…sometimes I forget how lucky I am.

Cambodia was short and sweet. Saw some traditional apsara dance and ate a lot of good Khmer food (and I had a pizza for the first time in ages!). Oh yeah, I saw some temples too.

I learned pretty quickly that it was good to look at the suggested tourist times and destinations…so you could avoid them at all costs. Sunset at Angkor Wat and Phnom Bakheng are wastes of time. There are so many other amazing temples that you can find your own amazing view somewhere else, and it will be peaceful and untainted by tourism.

The heat and dust was bit killer considering I was putting almost 100km on my bicycle some days. It was only going down to 28 at night…Let’s just say I was kicking myself for not springing for a guest house with AC. And the rains! My God does it ever come down heavy when it rains in Cambodia.

One of my earings got massaged out of its ear hole and the only earings they sell here are gauge 14/16… I haven’t decided if I’m going to let them grow in yet or just size down. Ugh.

Next stop: Yogyakarta, Indonesia
…eventually.

Deeper Into Thailand

A quick travel update.

I’ve been in the north – I couldn’t finaggle a last minute visa for Burma so I’ve been hugging the border pretty close. It’s pretty remote, but the landscapes are amongst the most beautiful I’ve ever seen and the people…well they’re amongst the most amazing I’ve ever met too.

Let’s see if I can fill some gaps from my first entry to now. An overnight bus got us from Bangkok to Chiang Mai. I found myself wishing for that little pill Alice took that made herself smaller ‘cause these were definitely not designed for tall people.   We spent a week in Chiang Mai. The main thing bringing us to this particular place being Songkran of course, but there was lots of other stuff to take in too.

Bicycle exploration is always the best way to get a feel for a new city – you can go wherever you want, stop wherever you like, and do it at a speed where everything’s not just a blur in the window. Such as the school children practicing their cheerleading in the yard. It was more like burlesque and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on that!

We took some Thai cooking lessons, though I stand by that they were more Thai eating lessons.  We each made 7 dishes…so full! I learnt quite a bit, it wasn’t that hard at all. And the best part is we got a cook book from the school after our “graduation!”.  Now the real test will be to see if I can pull it off back home without the guidance and readily available ingredients. Over here though it is a lot of work considering how cheap the food is on the street.  I can see why not too many people cook over here.

We learned some Thai massage too.  But really you can hardly even scratch the surface in a one day course. I’m sure people who know massage scoff at these courses the same way I scoff at the ones that claim to make you an “expert yogi” after a 4 hour course. Ugh.

Louis, my guide for a day, took me up to a hilltribe village. It was just me and him (and the cobras and tigers he kept pointing out the signs of) on the long hike in, but it went by quickly with good company. He was super friendly, spoke great English, and was great at getting me involved up there.  The town drunk kept following us around – swinging his flask, stumbling around, playing us a tune on his homemade instrument, always smiling his toothless smile.  It was nice in a strange sort of way.

Itching for an adrenaline high one day I signed up for some downhill mountain biking.  I’m pretty comfortable on a bike so wasn’t expecting it to be too hard but i was pleasantly surprised by some tricky sections. I even took a trip over my handlebars once, haven’t done that in a while. We had a great group that got super close in the Songkran warfare on the snail paced ride back into the city. It was still a day early so we were unarmed except for what we could macguyver together in the back of our songtow. At least after completely soaking us our Thai attackers had the decency to pour us a drink and share a good laugh in the standstill traffic. Lots of night life was followed up with these friends, the best of which being the muay thai fights of course.

Perhaps my favourite moment of Songkran was sitting in on the big Thai ceremony at the east gate. I didn’t understand a single word that was spoken but it was still beautiful. Their dance and the focus on intricate hand movements fascinates me. As does their whole concept of beauty but I won’t get into that..

Lets see…after Songkran Chiang Mai went from the “warzone” to some sort of normal. Actually it was a little eerie walking the quiet streets Saturday morning, but oh so nice to be dry for the first time in days.

We moved on to Pai, taking the curviest road I’d ever been on (that is until we moved on past Pai :p). 100km took about 4 hours – I actually found it quite nice, but the poor boy behind me was suffering pretty hard from motion sickness so I think he’d disagree. This town’s a cozy little place where time seems to stand still. The food and music here are the best I’ve seen on the trip so far too. Renting motorbikes is the best way to get around and explore the countryside. And believe me when I say it’s worth exploring (waterfalls, hotsprings, caves, temples…it’s a good place to get lost).

Next was to move even further north, north of Nam Khong, to help out on an organic farm/lodge for a few days. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting but it was a great experience iin its own right. A place like that certainly attracts a certain type of person, and I was lucky enough to cross paths with several wise souls in the short period I was there.

I hitchiked back to Pai yesterday (a monk was my hitching partner – you would think it’d be easier to wave down a ride with a monk…it wasn’t :p ). A couple days of reorientation are in order here and then I’ll be shuffling east a little bit into northern Laos. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to hop online but no worries, all is well.

April 24, 2011 - 9:37 pm

Chuck - Great story! Love the perspective. I’ll have an Organic farm experience waiting for you here! The garlic is poking it’s shoots up and we’ll be planting lettuce this weekend.

April 25, 2011 - 9:38 pm

Brad_k - What amazing experiences you’re having! Thanks for posting and keeping us updated Dave, I’m really enjoying following you on your travels. Pai sounds amazing and I can’t wait to see your photos when you return! Take care!

April 25, 2011 - 9:38 pm

HayleyC. - Wow Dave! That all sounds so wonderful. Thanks so much for keeping us all updated! It’s quite interesting to read about all things you’re experiencing and the amazing places you’re encountering. Pai sounds like my kind of place! haha! Can’t wait to hear more!
Take care! Miss you! 🙂

April 25, 2011 - 9:44 pm

Robert Kay Aich - Beautiful.

Songkran Begins

The thunder rolled, the rain came down, and Songkran started two days early this year.  We were walking down a street coming back from our Thai massage lessons and a woman sprinkled water on us saying “Shakti” – translating to good luck as we came to the moat.  After a bit of wandering where I felt like a soldier in a war zone without a weapon, I was soaked.  The water festival has turned into a big waterfight that goes ‘til the 15th here in Chiang Mai – it’s particularily crazy around the moat, but you can’t walk any block without getting a bucket of ice water dumped on your head.  We picked up some buckets and joined in the fun – seeking vengeance of course.

It’s pretty cool seeing the Thais and foreigners “play” with each other – oddly a lot get by pretty disjointly on other days.

There was this one dad who was driving his boy around on his motorcycle.  The boy had his little water gun and mischief in his eyes.  His dad stopped right in front of the bar our growing group was camped out at and he opened fire.  His smile only got bigger as he got soaked with return fire.  What a great dad.

That’s all I have time to write at the moment – seems I already have some catching up to do.  I’m able to grab some stills off my little point and shoot now, but still haven’t had time to convert the RAW files from my dSLR so…few to none pictures for now but it’s better than nothing.  Until next time…

April 12, 2011 - 9:40 pm

HayleC - man that sounds like a perfect way to spend a hot day in Thailand! I hope I can experience that fesival one day 🙂

April 13, 2011 - 9:39 pm

Karenia - The water festival sounds both fun and annoying lol
They have a water day in Poland too where the same kind of thing happens… but it is just one day.

The first leg.

Greetings everyone!

First off thanks to everyone who filled my inbox with birthday wishes,  it really means a lot to me.  It also reminded me that I promised I  wouldn’t just drop off the face of the earth during my travels, so i’m  being productive on this 7 hr jaunt back to Bangkok and am writing this.

Hmm where to start…the beginning seems as good a place as any I  suppose.

So just a little bit before leaving Winnipeg that huge natural  disaster hit Japan, which was going to be the first stop of the trip  (and had been the only part that was actually planned out…).  A curveball before even leaving.  The week before leaving Anny, my travel partner, and I were throwing around ideas ranging from volunteering over there to cancelling our tickets altogether. As March 22nd quickly approached the nuclear issues Japan was going through just kept being uncertain, so we decided to go with the latter.  We cancelled our original tickets and bought new ones that went through Hong Kong instead.

New problem: we were going to get our 60 day Thailand visas while in Japan.  Well…Vancouver’s nice this time of year, heck we might even see some cherry blossoms there which would be a little reminiscent of Japan! And so a week layover on the west coast it was.

The west coast was pretty great – saw some old friends and did some amazing things.

When Peter, Anny’s uncle, offered us his truck to get around in I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to revisit the sea-to-sky highway and drive up to Squamish. We invited a fellow named Ezra for the ride, and it ended up he was the one touring us around. The snow was just coming off the mountains so we thought we’d try an ascent and climbed to the first peak of The Chief.  What a view, and boy did it ever make me rerealize my love fir nature and being outdoors.

We decided to catch a ferry over to Victoria.  Now there are two ways to look at things that morning.  One: We were late (2 min!) for our ferry.  I had no idea they would stop selling tickets 10 minutes prior to departure.  Two: We were REALLY early for our ferry.  Either way, we got there when we got there, just with a little extra time to kill at the ferry terminal beforehand.

I led a hauntings tour around Victoria for Anny, Jess, and whoever else might have been listening. And do I know that city..at all??  Nope, but I found this really cool walking tour pamphlet in city hall and just ran with it.  I also made bread for the first time at Jess’s, and I do mean by myself. Once the girls knew I’d been wanting to do it for ages they relinquished all the work to me. So tasty – I make good bread.

And then there was Vancouver, a city I should have explored deeper a long time ago. A couple quick notes:
-sushi in this city is cheap and delicious
-the beer in this city is also delicious (try The Alibi Room in Gas Town or St. Augustine’s on Commercial for huge beer selections on tap – most local but some around the world, i even saw Half Pints at one)
-the arts scene seems pretty good here. We caught an arts night at Cafe Deux Soleil on Commercial, really solid music/spoken word/comedy. This night was put in by East Side Yoga Studio but I looked and the schedule and it looked consistently awesome.
-East Side Yoga invited me over for a free class at the cafe and I checked out a yin class. It felt so good. I also dropped in at Unity Yoga for their open practice. Great people here – I hung out with the girl up front for an hour after my practice chatting, playing guitar, drinking tea, eating trail mix. A nice afternoon.
-Lynn Valley > Capilano Sispension bridge
-always check to see if the brakes are effective on a borrowed bike before coasting down a big hill.  Enough said.
-sunsets at English Bay and along Stanley Park are the place to be at sundown
-Sikh temples really are a place of refuge for travellers

One long day of travel later brings me to Bangkok.  Oh Bangkok: crowded, polluted, loud, hectic…not exactly my natural habitat.  I did my best at giving this city a chance but I still just craved the moment when I could move on and take a deep breath of fresh air again.

Khao San Road is pretty ridiculous – especially at night but even in the day.  I just don’t understand why people would come all the way to Thailand for such debauchery when they could just do it back home.  There must be some crazy stuff they’re into here that I just don’t know about.  Also: Sangsom buckets are gross, I don’t know why people said I’d be addicted to these things.  They DO do what they’re meant to do, but they’re anything but tasty…  You can get lots of handy travel accessories there though (like International Student Identity Cards…) so it still was worth the trip.

The Chatchuk market is the big weekend market in the city, and it is HUGE.  20-some football fields huge and believe me when I say it’s easy to get lost in that makeshift city of tents and stands.  I circled around a few times.

A few English teachers over here took me out to the Holland Brewery one night.  Being a refined drinker that’s been on a few brewery tours in my day, I expected the standard brewery tour and sampling.  Nope: It’s a huge entertainment hall with risque Thai performances (while drinking beer of course – and ordering it by the 5L…).  Even more odd was that it seemed to be a family joint.  There was a little girl a couple tables over who was celebrating her 5th birthday.  Oh well, she seemed to enjoy the lady-boy who sang to her.

A couple unfortunates happened in Bangkok.  A Thai security guard slipped into our apartment after Lewis went to sleep and before Anny and I got home from Khao San Road and stole some money out of her money belt.  (Anny wrote about it here: http://annynews.tumblr.com/post/4256281572 ).  And I also had my first bout with food poisoning.

Some taxi drivers were great…some less so.  I mean, Bangkok is a big city so you can’t expect them to know it perfectly right?  And so you ask that they know how to get where you want to go before you get in.  Now here’s something I’ve learned: Part of the culture over here is saving face – in other words not admitting when you don’t know something because you’d be embarassed.  Instead you pretend you do.  Not cool when your taxi driver doesn’t know where you’re going and you can hardly speak a word of Thai.  Also not cool when you’re a foreigner asking for directions and they point you in the wrong direction.

We also had one cabbie pull over to the side of the expressway 10 min into the ride, going really slow on the speedway trying to barter more money out of us.  80 baht later we sped up from 40kpg to 160kph again.  Oh that the seatbelts worked here.

Needless to say I was pretty happy to take off this past Sunday for the island life for a few days!  A bus ride, skytrain ride, big bus ride, shuttle ride, ferry ride, and taxi ride later (we left the apt in Bangkok at 7:30am and didn’t arrive ‘til after dark…) we found paradise.  A nice little place on the cliffs, a short hike from the fishing village of Bang Bao on Koh Chang.  Following the directions in the dark was pretty hilarious.  They were very minimal, pretty much: “Walk down towards the pier and hang a right just past the dive shop.  Walk 8 minutes.”  …Ok…  The narrow path snaked in and out of locals yards, and they just waved us on with big smiles so we shrugged and did.  I was pretty happy when I walked up to the bar where the ocean met the ocean and they said they had a little hut waiting.  Lying in that hammock that first time was pretty damn wonderful.

My time here was pretty awesome.  Somehow all the twists and turns of life led me to this place where I could simply awake to the birds’ song on a quiet island in the South Pacific.  Nothing but a mosquito net and some loose boards separating me from nature’s beauty.

And there were monkeys there!

I was laying in my hammock the morning of my birthday and just so happened to notice monkeys dash up the cliffs on the other side of our bay.  “Monkeys!” my inner monologue exclaimed, and off I went looking to see if I could convince Anny to go for a walk.  Well I didn’t find the monkeys (this time), but since I was hot I decided to dive off the rocks and cool off.  A couple of things…One: the water here is not cool and refreshing, very disappointing.  Two: Before jumping into the ocean, make sure there is a way out.  The tide was out and the only way I could climb up was to wedge myself into a crevice and shimmy my way out, but the rocks were covered in sharp mollusks.  Combine this with the waves pushing me in and trying to pull me out here, and I cut up my hands and feet pretty good.  I think I managed to ward off infection with my hand sanitizer, but lesson learned.

The next monkey encounter was on the road (there’s only one road going around the island).  We stopped ‘cause we saw one monkey cross the road, but on closer look it was more like a family of ten.  And they kept running across the road to steal from a shops garden and then run back up the cliff with their plunder.  What funny animals.

Hmm, what else to say about this place…  It was remote and beautiful.  The seafood was as fresh as it could get.  An epic thunderstorm rolled through one night.  Nice beaches dot the shoreline here and there.  Yeah it was good!

Oh yeah!  I spent an afternoon with this amazing Tibet man one afternoon.  We met on the pier, him asking me about my necklace (pretty basic w/ beads and a jade buddha) and then showing me his (made of human bone!  Each bead individually painted and hand crafted.  It was quite beautiful).  Well we got to talking about happiness and religeon…  Then we got hungry so we went for lunch and talked about life and love.  Then wHe found a nice spot to sit and he pulled out a few singing bowls (his wife had just arrived in from Tibet that day.  She was sleeping and recouping while we were hanging out, but he had a few things from back home that she had brought with her – like these singing bowls).  He let me try each of them, and one really resonated with me.  And so he gave it to me for next to nothing.  I love it and it is a nice memory of my new friend.  Nepal/Tibet has always been pretty high on my “to travel” list, and now I daresay even moreso.

Something I didn’t anticipate was having amazing people come into my life, and then having them leave just as suddenly as they came.  This could take some getting used to.

Whew well that’s a quick overview with random stories that catches up with the present.  Hopefully I’ll be on top of things a little more after this and there’ll be less catch up to cover next time.

So…so far so good!  Thanks for all the e-mails and sorry if I haven’t had time to respond individually yet, its been busy.  I care about you all back home and miss you very much.

d.

April 7, 2011 - 9:54 pm

Shaw Man - What a First post…very informative, thanks for Sharing. Have a great time. talk to you when you get back.

April 8, 2011 - 9:46 pm

Stefan Payment - Good to read that you’re good and fine. Hope to see some snaps from around the world.

April 8, 2011 - 9:48 pm

Karenia - I loved reading all of this… it is so great to be able to get a sense of your travels and the connections you’ve been able to make… Happy belated birthday btw!

Take care 🙂

April 8, 2011 - 9:49 pm

hayleychestley - I’m so glad you decided to blog..the smile did not leave my face the entire time I was reading this! Loved all the stories and can’t wait to hear more! You have a great way of describing what you’ve seen! It’s also great to hear that you’re meeting such wonderful people on your journey 🙂

April 8, 2011 - 9:53 pm

Nadia Pawlosky - That sounds pretty damn amazing! Glad you’re having a good time. If you ever come to Ottawa, there’s a Moksha a block away from my soon-to-be apartment and a pub on every corner!