Monthly Archives: March 2013

When In Rome?

When in Rome. That was going to be my travelling motto. No spoiled American stereotype for me.

My second great adventure took me scuba diving to Fiji. While there, my boyfriend at the time wanted to participate in a kava ceremony–an event that is suspiciously similar to boys night out in the U.S., in that it involves mind altering drinks and no girls allowed.

No girls allowed.

And so it was that I failed my first “When in Rome” test.

I failed the second test as well. In Fiji, women are not allowed to sit in the front of vehicles. I was already seated when I found this out. I sat stubbornly in my seat, glaring at no one in particular, and at everyone in general.

These incidents, small but significant, have stayed with me on all my travels. I love learning about and experiencing other cultures, but they’re not always as romantic as the travel guides make out. And I’m often torn on how to react.

Even within the U.S., there are some odd cultures. In Seattle, everyone drinks coffee. I now have a Starbucks addiction that I’m pretty sure I’d be better off without. In Helena, MT, Wednesday evenings are spent in the local brewery. I now know more about Montana politics than I will ever admit. And the beer isn’t even that good.

And Albany, NY. I have spent the last six months traveling every week to Albany. I’m a Georgia girl, raised on please, thank you, and Mother-may-I. They were not raised that way in Albany. In Colorado, my now home state, Mondays are for reliving the weekends. Not so in Albany. People stare at me when I ask how they are–well, when they acknowledged me at all.

I’m not really an extrovert but I do like talking with people; plus, I just believe in certain civilities. And I do care how you’re doing. Once again, I found myself torn. With six months of this travel, what should I do? I couldn’t see myself embracing it, but it was their culture. When in Rome, after all.

The holidays came during these travels and once again Facebook was awash in the “I’ll say Merry Christmas if I darn well please” assertations. And that’s when it hit me. It wasn’t so much about adaptation as it was about acceptance. I’m quite okay with receiving a Happy Hanukkah, but i do love my Merry Christmas. I can participate without letting go of what I love about my own culture.

And so it went for six months. I’d ask about the weekend. They’d ask me about the software. I’d smile and nod at fellow runners. They’d give me wide berth. I got to where I almost didn’t even notice when my good mornings were greeted with frustrated rants about something entirely unrelated.

Then one morning, the frustrated rant stopped. My client-slash-coworker broke off mid sentence and turned his chair so he fully faced me.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Good morning, Lynda. How are you?” I just grinned.

When in Rome, sometimes it’s okay to make the tourist feel at home.

Celebrating and Surviving the End of the Mayan Calendar in the Belizean Jungle

As Todd and I were sitting in the canoe with our guide Jose, heading into a dark, narrow cave, I began to question the wisdom of what we were doing.  By pure coincidence, our trip to Belize happened to coincide with the Mayan calendar date of December 21st, a day some believed the Mayan calendar predicted the world was to end.  I won’t lie, I found it a bit spooky going into a cave that had been used primarily for sacrifice by the Mayan on such an imposing calendar day.  No one else was around and no one else knew where we were, not that anything really would have helped us if indeed the world had ended that day.  Fortunately for us, the world continued to go around and Todd and I made it safely out of the cave.  We would get to continue on with our fabulous two week Life Bus trip to Belize where we explored the jungle as well as the barrier reef cayes.

The fact that Todd and I were able to be in Belize during such a millennial event is pure chance and luck.  This trip had its challenges from the get go.  Todd had the misfortune of having a mountain biking accident at the beginning of November which caused a herniated L5 disc.  Unfortunately, the injury was so severe Todd had to undergo surgery only 4 short weeks before we were supposed to leave on this jungle and sea kayaking adventure.  Facing the real potential of losing lots of money in non-refundable deposits, I told him he would have to go – even if he were in a body cast.  In all honesty, we were both excited and yet very anxious about how this trip would turn out for us.  Fortunately, all the worry was for naught and we had an amazing time.

Given that our lodgings during the first week were going to be about three hours away from Belize City and located off of seriously bumpy, dirt roads, we opted to stay the first night in Belize City rather than try to navigate these roads in the dark.  We did have a great Life Bus moment in Belize City where we found a wonderful little Belizean diner purely as a result of a chance meeting with a Belizean lady at our hotel.  (More on that in another post.)

Our ultimate goal for the first few days of our trip was the Blancaneaux Lodge in the Mountain Pine Ridge Forest Reserve by San Ignacio.  We were supposed to have had about a three hour drive on the Western Belizean highway to get there.  Of course, we had a few detours along the way and it really wound up taking us about five hours.

Let me just mention briefly, driving on the Belizean highways isn’t really terrible as far as international driving goes.  I think Pam and I encountered far worse driving in places such as Naples.  The one caveat I do have for anyone driving in Belize is that there are speed bumps everywhere.  Most of the time these bumps are NOT marked.  So, you really want to be observant … especially when going through roadside towns.  The speed bumps are not little rolling bumps.  Most of them would do some serious damage to your car if you hit them at anything faster than 10 mph.  Just a heads up!

One of the detours was to look for a Mennonite bakery.  I must confess, I was unaware that there was such a large Mennonite community in Belize.  It was really quite a fascinating juxtaposition between several cultures – African, Mayan, Latino, and Mennonite to name just a few.  The Mennonite in Belize look and live for the most part the way they do in the US.  The interesting note about the Mennonite in Belize is just how successful they have become there.  Apparently, they are responsible for almost all of the country’s watermelon, beef, eggs, dairy, other produce, and timber.  Unfortunately, we never did find that bakery.

As a result of all of our detours, we made it to the road to Blancaneaux just as the sun was setting.  Despite the great signage Blancaneaux has put up along the way, you really don’t want to be trying to find this place in the dark.  The road you turn on to from the highway is truly a bouncy, rutted, dirt road with no lights, 1 road side convenience hut, and 1 very basic ranger hut prior to arriving at Blancaneaux itself.  Once you pull in to the hotel, however, you realize you have arrived at your own private Belizean jungle paradise and that it has been worth every pothole along the way.

We couldn’t wait for the next day where we would actually get a feel for where the Life Bus had taken us and begin our jungle adventures.

Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood

I live in Golden, CO which is a small town just West of downtown Denver.  As you can imagine, some of the best things about living in my town are the beautiful views, hiking opportunities and the wildlife I see nearly every day I am lucky enough to be home. Here area a few of my favorites!

I am looking forward to seeing where my fellow bloggers live via the WordPress Phoneography Challenge!

This is a hiking/trail running trail called Mt. Galbraith – it’s a great 5 mile (ish) balloon loop that is 5 minutes from my house and is one of my local faves.  The views of Golden are amazing from this trail!

265101_2144842871768_6403064_nThis second image is of a summer day sunrise.  I can’t believe I was actually up this early to capture this from our deck!

45429_1527169110310_7125943_nWe also have a very large herd of elk (about 70) who pass by our front yard at least 50 days, if not more, a year.   They are the reason I love Golden so much.  Here is an image of some of them resting in a meadow near our house.  There has to be a Far Side caption to describe this scene! lol.

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Living My Life

My cousin is living my life. The life I dream of. That dream I have during long, painful meetings where I’ve slipped the surly, golden bonds of corporate America and am living one crazy grand adventure after another.

Last I saw him was Key West, FL. I had just completed a triathlon, a sport I love but in which I infrequently participate, because the sport seems to attract the most obsessive of gear heads. Not many seem to do tris for the pure, unadulterated joy of movement. He had arrived there one month prior via a sailboat ride from Anaheim. The boat’s captain is a bush pilot my cousin met in McCarthy, Alaska, home to both. I am pretty sure he is living my life as well. To him, it is all routine, shuttling the adventurous off to their dream kayaking/mountaineering/skiing expedition. I have learned, though, that one man’s routine is another man’s lifetime experience. I hope one day to have the chance to buy him a beer or two, and hear the stories.

If you’ve never been to (or even heard of) McCarthy, it is truly the last of the last frontiers. It is nestled in the Wrangell-St Elias National Park–at 13.2 million acres, the largest national park in the U.S., and larger than Switzerland. I visited him there after my bitter disappointment on Denali. His home is a beautiful, modest log home that he built himself, on a piece of land with a small lake, plentiful trees, and no sign of neighbors. Completely off the grid, energy comes from a generator, the sun, or a cozy wood stove. The outhouse is the only downside of this arrangement.

Well, not the only. The town is at the end of a sixty mile dirt road (when I first looked up McCarthy, I thought the road name was “Closed In Winter”). The nearest grocery store is six hours away. That’s a long haul to get Ben and Jerry’s after a sucky day, but then, how many sucky days could there be in McCarthy, Alaska? And keeping it warm at night requires a couple of wake up calls.

When I ran into my cousin. in Key West, he had just become best buddies with some Alaska transplants and was beach and bar hopping around the Keys. I’m the epitome of introvert and rarely meet anyone new, much less connect with this group as deeply as I did. I spent three days with them, alternating drinking and having the most honest discussion of fears and dreams and growing up and old since the long ago college late night runs to Taco Cabana.

Mark left in the middle of this break from reality to hop a plane to Arizona. His next adventure was on the Grand Canyon. For most, this is a once in a lifetime adventure–for Mark, well, let’s just say it wasn’t his first time, and probably not the last. He promised to send the next invitation my way. Now all I have to do is convince work that one month vacations are totally normal. They’re still reeling from the last one. I guess I should be relieved they don’t like me being gone that long.

When he’s not out living my life, Mark is at home, spending the long summer Alaskan days working for the National Park Service, restoring an abandoned copper mine. He took me for a tour last summer, and it is quite the glorious wreck. Breathtaking in its disarray, I’m not sure how OSHA would view it. He had spent the prior winter on a balmy island somewhere south, where he had spent a couple months recuperating and rehabilitating from shoulder surgery. Working to restore copper mines is tough work, and his rotator cuff was the unfortunate casualty.

When I dream of chucking it all, I seldom think about it with a realistic bent. Truth is, lifestyles of any type require some kind of sacrifice and compromise. My job allows me only three weeks of adventure a year, but also gives me a decent budget for those three weeks. It demands a lot from me, yet allows the flexibility to explore while “working from home”: five days in Key West cost me almost no adventure time. And I like coming home to a hot shower. I’m spoiled having a grocery store and take out Vietnamese within walking distance.

If I can just figure out how to get internet connectivity in a raft and a waterproof laptop, I think I’d have it made.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

If you have ever been to Kathmandu, Nepal, you know how many things there are to see – it’s easy to get lost in the details.  The images below include two boys we encountered on the way to the Everest Base Camp – you can see the rays of light shining down and their runny noses!  The second is a view of the Valley below from a helicopter ride from Lukla to Kathmandu. The third, is a street view in Thamel. Every day I walked the same street in Thamel, I saw something new.   What a unique and incredible place!

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