The morning of the second day, we are deposited at the mouth of a dark jungle tunnel. Boards are nailed together on stilts, raising the walkway four feet off the ground to keep tourists’ feet dry when the river floods during rainy season. The boards are as slick as ice,
It’s pitch black, only in the occasional canopy clearing can I peek up and see stars pricking the mist of humidity, Jupiter burning above us. Fireflies float lazily past my face, then climb a zigging path through layers of sandalwood, mahogany, cedar, and a variety of other jungle leaves t
Have you ever found yourself day dreaming about how you might survive marooned on a deserted Island in the South Pacific or floating in a life raft at sea? Your first concern should always be fresh water, then you might think food will be no problem. At worst, you can just eat fis
I don’t know about you, but I am endlessly curious about the differences between myself and the other people around me. Every human is exotic in his or her own way, and I love to explore how and why we do what we do. The only problem is, sometimes, I’m not sure how to go about it
This post is a comment on the post from Leslie Godfrey which should appear just below, if I do this right. The picture above is just to show that, indeed, we have been at sea. I took it, but I’m afraid that I have no idea who those people were. Still, that is the genuine Pacific Ocean just off the starboard rail. You should read Leslie’s post first for this post to make the best sense.
Leslie, I feel like I’ve gotten to know you pretty well in the past couple of years. I’ve always wanted to vicariously sail around the world! 🙂 But, seriously, your post reminds me of something from The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge, by Carlos Casteneda. Overall, that book, and the series of books that followed, proved to be a great way to capitalize on a master’s thesis by appealing to hippies, but there is at least one very wise thing in the book. Attributed to Don Juan (who was most likely real) it happened when Carlos C. asked Don Juan what path he should follow through life. Don Juan’s answer was, and I can only paraphrase at this point, but the paraphrase is accurate, that every path in life leads to the same end. Therefore, the important thing in choosing your path is to choose the path with heart. In the end, we are all in that same place. What is important is how much heart you put into getting there.
Anyone reading this blog is no doubt smart enough to see what Don Juan was getting at. And, in this at least, he and I completely agree.
Which is to say, Leslie, that you are following what is for you the path with heart. I can’t imagine any way that doing so could possibly go wrong. Sail on, sister!
Our Indonesian Visa came through right on time, and we were able to catch our 6:30 a.m. flight from Darwin to Singapore. We wait out our 10 hour layover in what has to be the cleanest airport in the world. There is nary a speck of paper, food, or other detritus on any carpeted fl
There is a sunrise each day. I breathe in and out. (Ideally) I stretch, meditate, then eat a breakfast. I skip this if I feel too busy. I write something. I eat lunch. I talk to some people. My feet walk somewhere. I commute fr
“Make sure you dry your patties well, you don’t want them to get chapped.” I hear Grandpa say to the ghost of my childhood as he offers a pink towel to place my little girl fists into to be dried. After a couple days of Indonesian Visa administrative work and some blog writing, w
On day two, we take a trip out to Fogg Dam, an area of beautiful wetlands dotted with bright pink and light purple lilies the size of my head. Tiger winged golden dragonflies swarm and bee eater birds buzz around white cranes poking through the mud and the grass for their food.&a
To answer Sonrisa’s question, we are en route. We flew out of Sea Tac Airport in Seattle, Washington, enjoyed Chowdah and sourdough during a three hour layover in San Francisco, then we hopped a fourteen hour flight to Sydney, Australia. We wanted to explore Sydney, but we’ve b