Darwin, Australia, some memories

I flew from Nadi,Fiji to Darwin, Australia for about $200US one way. I picked Darwin because it has a diverse population, including Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander. I stayed about one month, volunteering with The Laarakia Nation and the Darwin Festival. This was early Aug of 2009.

The hauntingly beautiful singing of Geoffrey G.

The huge signs in front of every Aboriginal housing community. They were signs detailing the fines and offenses imposed by the government if people were caught drinking, doing drugs or having pornography; signs like these are not present in other communities.

Sleeping on Noodle's porch for a month, my couchsurfing host Noodle usually has a warm and welcoming house full of a colorful assortment of friends and couchsurfers. I lucked out and got the enclosed porch!

Interviewing and filming (The Retta Dixon Home Reunion) the now adult victims of the forced removal of Aboriginal mixed children from their Aboriginal homes and to the Retta Dixon Home (in the 1950s-70s, I believe). Hearing their stories about their feelings of loss (cultural and familial) and also of recovery.

Seeing the decaying food in a pan among old blankets and clothes belonging to the "Long grass people" a group of Aboriginal people that live in the bush. Their belongings were taken into custody by "park" rangers to try to force them out of the bush.

Watching the encroachment of "civilization" mini mall hell descend up Darwin and surrounding lands. Bulldozers everywhere.

Driving into Arnhem lands, the redness, the quiet, the mist, the beauty, the tragedy.

Darwin festival politics!!! Uuugh, but I did enjoy volunteering and also conducting on-camera interviews.

unafraid of the earth
but so much in Australia CAN kill ya :)

Huge dripping termite mounds

Being mistaken for part Aboriginal (at least that is what I am assuming) and being told (by the cashier at the grocery store) on the legal spaces where I could drink (the white wine I just bought for a party). "You can't drink in front of the store or on the roads" she said. Well, I had not planned on it. She said nothing to the other people buying drinks. When I asked a man what she meant, he said "She thinks you are part Aboriginal"....who knows but it was very odd to be told in such a way...and I will not forget it.

Surrounded by amazing beach but knowing that venturing into it could mean that a croc or a shark ...or a deadly jelly fish could KILL me....ummm no thanks...but I did swim in the lagoon.

Watching the great film festival movies! Sampson and Delilah is worth a peek!!!

The beauty and the bigness of it all.....is bigness even a word?...I am making it one.

Pacific Island Memories: New Caledonia and Fiji

New Caledonia, my second stop in my year of travel: New Caledonia is a French Territory (a handful of beautiful islands) with mostly a Melanesian population, people speak various Melanesian languages and also French. Approximately $400 rt from NZ, in April. I visited 4 islands (Circle Island airfare about $400) staying about one week on each. The smaller islands are mostly Melanesian villages. I stayed with some families just by meeting them that day and others I had contacted via couchsurfing and hospitalityclub websites.


Crushed white sea shells acting as a pathway linking beautifully constructed huts(a bedroom hut, a kitchen hut, an office hut, and a bathroom hut!) together on Ouvea Island, when the moon hits the shells the path is illuminated and lights are not necessary. On many islands this is common. I enjoyed living in several huts along my travels.

Laughing like a crazy person while jumping in some of the most beautiful water I have ever seen...I was alone on a beach..with a dog.

Seeing the size (HUGE) of the spiders that had been living just above my head in various huts, hey they blend in with the tree branch walls:)

Families and friends that I lived with. I greatly appreciated the "simple" and sustainable living experiences that they offered me. It is amazing how delightfully simple one can live and how little waste one can produce...and honestly how little we all really need!! I learned so much!!!!

Snorkeling in clear blue waters among vibrant colorful fish on each island!!!

Drinking coconut water from the coconut.

Utilizing my high school French....though not very well.

Bonding with the 2 year old, Angel (in the family I was living with on Mare Island) because we both spoke the same level of French, she was my home girl. And living with that family (with their 2 dogs, pig, guinea pigs and cat) was such FUN! even when we got pulled over by the police.

The upbeat dancing and singing of Kanak performers

Living in areas and huts that kept reminding me of "The Blue Lagoon" I barely saw materials like metal or plastic used, it was great and inspiring!

Seeing how curious and happy Kanak people were to meet their "first African American" and "first American" in many cases.

An airport employee (at the tiny Lifou Airport) inviting me to stay with him and his family....WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE!!!!!!

Merci!!!

Fiji Memories, my 3rd stop, was about $400 rt from New Zealand. I should have gone directly from New Caledonia there but did not think of it at the time.

Diane's welcoming Purple house. She is now a great friend and was the ultimate host!

"Bula" smiles from so many people. Island vibes. Silky waters begging me to swim.

A one burner stove at Diane and Paul's place...wow did I eat a lot of bread...I get kinda lazy when it comes to a one burner...but Aggie and Thomas cooked up a storm!

Delicious Indian food (at Chicken Bites Cafe) !!!! ROTI I love you!

Treasure House Children's Home! The children, the staff, the laughs, the learning.

My lil couchsurfing room, being the appointed couchsurfing host when Diane was busy...haa haa

Watching dogs breed...trippy and looks painful.

The Hindu temple, so colorful and a peaceful place in the mists of busy Nadi.

Someone out there stole my skirt that had photos of family on it...ha ha

me, the fake Fijian

Rugby rugby rugby :)

Blue Clear water....OH....

crazy looking dogs trying to bite at my heels...I cursed him out and he stopped!

Gotta love those minibuses...and those big buses playing the reggae!

So many DVDs to watch and so little time!!! There are no movies theaters in Nadi, Fiji, so HELLO pirated DVDs....


Too many good times and good people to list!!!! BULA!

Some New Zealand Memories

New Zealand, My First Stop in Jan 2009, approximately $500 o-w from LAX

Hundreds of shimmering dolphin bodies swimming in the blue vastness of the ocean.

The buzzing sound of bees as I assisted Beekeeper Keith in smoking them stoned while he took the honey.

Watching the swift rhythmic moves of poi dancing and being in the area where the dancing is believed to have originated.

Little girls happily wading in Lake Rotorua to pick out the trash just because.

The Maori wedding I had the pleasure of attending and the beautiful singing that rang up from the back of the crowd and seemed to seep into the air and my soul.

A seemingly endless herd of cows looking at me suspiciously with those big brown eyes on a Dairy Farm...and the surprisingly delicious taste of their milk.

Watching all the beautiful faces while serving up food at a community meeting in Te Teko.

The envious life of seals in Abel Tasmen Park and that luminous emerald water.

Getting chills from the powerful voices of Maori women performers singing at Womad and Te Matatini

The symbols of Maori culture that dot the landscape from small roads and highways to schools and city buildings, the fact that many schools offer Maori language to study, the indigenous prayer that usually precedes any big event or opening, the often lucrative Maori community trusts that are set up; the USA (and many other countries!)should learn many lessons from New Zealand, because so many in the US seem to forget about the history of our country, we likely need more visual symbols (and more mention in the history books and other policies!!!) reminding us of our indigenous, enslaved and immigrant histories.

New Zealand is a place where I never saw one (obviously) homeless person in my entire 3 months. I remember the safety I felt as i traveled alone around the country. It is a place I would consider living!! Beautiful land and a good social system. I was offered 3 jobs while there and would seriously consider going back.

Thank you!!!! The friends and families that that traveled by my side and/or took me in with such warmth, generosity and openness. Being that I am a very social person, I met people in various ways but SERVAS, WWOOF, and BBH Backpackers also helped.
Kia Ora....

Khalas (Arabic for "done")...but with every ending there is a beginning

The Photos: My cousin's babies, 777 planes have TVs in Coach!, ever present cats on dumpsters in dahab, children and the Sea, Me in a snowy Atlanta, Momma picked me up from the airport, the lovely healing Red Sea, hurtling piece of tin.

I write this from a hospital in Atlanta where my mother is visiting her boyfriend. He is thankfully feeling better and is due home soon, and "home" well home is the "Active Senior Retirement Community" where my mother also lives, where I am staying now. Yes that is right, I am basically in a retirement home...and let me tell ya, it is very similiar to a college dorm, just more laid back. I have been in Atlanta for about 10 days and her (super chill and sweet) man has been in the hospital the entire time...and while I watch them cuddle and talk about future plans and past adventures I think about life, love and especially time.

Time can be a beautiful thing, my last year was exceptional, a true gift and blessing...infact I have felt that about much of my life. When feeling fear or anxiety I try to remember just how lucky I have been....especially when in a hurtling piece of tin flying through the air at 500 miles per hour...yes I have an irrational fear of flying, and yet fly all the time (27 flights in the last year)I really don't know what my point is, maybe that though I have this fear I still strap myself into those narrow seats willingly and attempt to realize my dream of discovery, curiousity and making those treasured links to places and people near and far away...because it all comes back to time for me, my cousin told me once "life is short but wide" it is a quote on refrigerator magnets, she has one on hers...and well, it is simple but so fitting. The infinite width of life is something I have especially come to treasure lately(and being back with family makes me treasure it all even more...that and the fact that so many friends and family have had babies this year!). Truth be told, I am still in a bit of shock that I am back :)so... I will let everthing marinate for a while, and will likely keep the blog going a bit longer I will also have a Travel Tips post soon, cause I realize that... well, a bit of help never hurts so if anyone has questions or suggestions, email me.

My Nile Cruise...and Living in Dahab...again

Elephantine Island in Aswan:
From my hotel in Aswan, I took a ferry for about 3 minutes (costing about 20 cents) across the Nile to the lush land of Elephantine Island. Though I did not set up a tour and was alone, I was warmly greeted by an older man who was Nubian and spoke about 4 languages. He offered to show me around the little island he calls home. And instantly I felt at peace, seriously, Egypt can get pretty intense and no matter where you are especially if you are a woman alone, you will be hassled to some degree. Now don't get me wrong, I love it here (obviously seeing as I have remained in Egypt the longest of the countries I have been to) but, it is a very challenging place for me (on many levels)...and maybe that is why I have stayed. But on Elephantine Island I felt the most comfortable, maybe because some of the women looked like family and gave me warm smiles, maybe it was the kids laughing and testing out their English skills, maybe it was the lushness of it and the self sustainability of the island, or was it the colorful doorways and the cafe filled with baby crocodiles...who knows, but I loved it and was beyond happy that I decided to step onto that ferry that morning.

Cruisin:
A day later I would find myself on a 2 day cruise (huge ship with only 20 passengers!!! crazy and wasteful...and to think there were about 40 boats like this cruising up the Nile...also the boat's captain has 4 wives...all under 25 and he is about 60, there is a picture of him in the light blue galabeya standing on small bridge) up the Nile to Luxor, where I would stay at Bob Marley Hotel once again and meet up with Joshua (another Bonderman Fellowship winner and a friend from Seattle) Oh it was so nice to see someone that I actually have know in my life before these travels :)But I would only stay there a night, I missed Dahab and well, so here I sit in a non smokey internet cafe in Dahab Egypt.

The Power of the Earth...and us:
I have been here for about one month this latest time but really I have been here about 3 months. The Red Sea just keeps pulling me back here...the people, the sea, the cheapness of it all doesn't hurt either! I now live in a house (behind the hotel I used to live in)with a great roommate Erik (an actual Swedish Masseuse:)and next door to my friend Zel and her dog Eartha! I celebrated New Years in a wadi (Bedouin camp land) in the desert hills above the Red Sea!!! I was actually a bartender with Zel for the party...it was a magical and interesting night. Three weeks ago I celebrated my birthday at my friends restaurant while a lightning storm thundered in the background and electric bolts lit up the Red Sea. Though the night was beautiful there was major flooding and damage to Sinai... families were flooded off of their land and supposedly all the government gave them were blankets and a check for 100 pounds...at least that is what I have heard.

Makes me think of the natural disasters that have hit the world recently and all those people, losing everything and being given ..what really? I mean have the victims of Hurricane Katrina received land, homes, checks? ...some have I would guess, but really how about the rest....and were unemployed locals involved in the re-construction of new homes or did they sit and watch construction take place while begging for employment....and did new hotels or other businesses spring up quickly or are plans being laid out now for all the new profitable business to come...I donno....but wondering... I think of Naomi Klein's book Shock Doctrine and wonder what new private company will spread it's tentacles into the present disasters and the ones to come....and will the people that have suffered the most be given anything...and if they are given something...what will it be and will it even compare to the profits that the private companies will make. ....and on a really simple level, how many cars does one person really need? how many hand bags, how many homes, how many? And, me, I am not immune nor innocent to this either....anyway got a bit off track but well, my mind can wander. ...so, here I sit in Dahab feeling rather lucky and fortunate and thinking about what to do...about ...everything...

Aswan and other stuff

over 4 weeks ago, this is what I remember of my journey to Aswan:

NO MONEY NO CRY:
It is 5:30am and I leave the cozy friendly walls of Bob Marley House Hotel in Luxor; I head for the train station with one backpack (I leave my other bag there and will return in a few days to get it)Amr the owner was asleep near the reception area, he mumbled from under a blanket "pay when you come back" ...I smiled because really this is a rarity in Egypt, the fact that he seems perfectly content without me paying him. I placed 200 egyptian pounds (about 40 bucks total for 6 days) in front of his sleepy face. It is better to pay him now. He smiles and goes back to sleep. I pass by walls filled with Bob Marley posters as I walk through the doors into the light blue early morning crispness. I head towards the train station and watch men cycling and walking past me, I see only one woman in all black...though maybe it is not a woman...who knows. I have a hat on, a long shirt and jeans. From what I know about Egyptian transport, is that I will be among few women on a train full of men. I mentally prepare myself for the experience. I reach the station and opt for buying my ticket on the train, I find the platform and a train is slowly leaving. I pass a man at a candy stand and ask "Aswan?" pointing to the train. He nods and gets up. He looks worried for me and jumps onto the moving train. he reaches for me as do the other couple men that are standing at the open door of the train. Another man on the platform materializes and helps me onto the train while taking my backpack and also throwing it on the train. Next thing I know, I am in the air and then placed gently on the train amongst all these men. They have lifted me onto the train painlessly. "Shukran, shukran" I say picking up my bag, i thank them and smile to myself, I love surprises. They way they all worked together to help me was such a sweet surprise...oh humanity, I think with warmth.

So I make my way through the crowded cabins walking over sleeping bodies. I quickly realize that I am on the wrong train, though it is going to the correct place, Aswan, you see, I am on the local train:) Which is actually what I do prefer, but in Egypt, the government provides extra security for the Tourists Only trains cause of all the attacks on tourists. But personally, I would think that since there are occasionally attacks on tourists that maybe being on the "Tourist" train would not be the brightest thing...so i am actually relieved that I am on the local train, and well it should be an experience. It has been so far :)

MORE THAN I BARGAINED FOR:
So I am growing tired of walking over the bodies and decide to park myself at the tea bar where 3 men (2 guys in their 20s and one about 70)are working behind the counter. They smile and place sweets and tea in front of me. They chat in their few words of English and I in my few words of Arabic. We show each other photos of family. They are so friendly and I am glad to have perched myself at their counter. Of course everyone in smoking up a big grey storm and I am the only woman that has dared to sit at the little narrow bar; but it is a nice friendly place to be. The older man who just has shared photos of his daughters and their families pulls out his cell phone and begins a video, which I assume is of his family. But wow am I in for a surprise!!! It is a woman in a black burqua peeling it off to reveal her naked body. Yep, this man of about 70 has just shown me the beginning of a porno. And his face is still joyful, looking at me then back at his cell like "ain't this the best thing ever" there is no embarrassment or shame in his face, he seems happy and curious, and I look at him and say "La" (meaning No)and "halas" (meaning Finish or Stop); the young man next to him stops smiling and makes the old man stop playing it...the old man looks confused like "what? you don't want to see this?" And I think about the stereotype many people seem to have here, that Western women are interested in only sex....and truth be told based on some of the crappy Western videos ("Videophone" by Beyonce and Lady Gaga comes to mind) and movies that seem to show up in abundance here, it is not that difficult to see how one can come up with that idea once in a while...but that being said, I am in a bit of a shocked and awed state and honestly, though I would prefer to move from my little perch, I really do not feel like hiking over passengers...so basically I sit there in a slightly disturbed silence while they carry on behind the bar...The men behind the counter do not seem fazed, they are nice and generous and still ask about my job and family. And I am not really angry I am just kinda sad that this dude actually tried to show me a porno and failed to see a problem with that, though I am pretty sure that if I was Egyptian he would never have dared. I think about technology and how quickly it is creeping into everyones lives, I am thinking about the concept of shame and where it comes from, I am thinking about gender differences, I am thinking about censorship, repression, and self expression, I am thinking about religion and critical thought, geez, so many thoughts are racing around rooted in curiosity that I am relieved when other customers show up....The train speeds down the Nile's edge and I watch the blurred ride from Luxor to Aswan. When I get to Aswan, I meet up with a friend and guess what, the same thing happened to him....haa haa.