Traveling

Back from Burning Man…again

I remember coming home from the Burn last year, and having pretty much the exact same feeling.

Basically, not knowing how to put into words the experience. At least, not in a way that conveys the moment of standing in the desert, staring a dust storm in the face, reaching back for your dust mask, dropping your goggles, and pedaling out into the unknown.

There is no feeling like it in the world.

Eventually, I was able to write about my experience from last year – though I left it unpublished until very recently. It was less about getting it out for others to read, and more about capturing the wisdom offered to me by the experience.

As for this year… it’s coming. In the meantime, enjoy my photo essay Burning Man: Metropolis.

Back From Burning Man

“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
~ Anais Nin

Written in the Ascension Tribe tent at Burning Man.

After 4 days in the Black Rock Desert, I’ve returned. Many friends have asked what the experience was like, yet predictably, I find it difficult to describe. Yet I’m going to try anyway in an upcoming article for BNT.

Stay tuned…

The Message Or The Messenger?

Last week, I covered the Carnaval Baranquilla Colombia.

Aside from the colourful costumes and legions of dancers, I couldn’t help but notice a little booklet that kept appearing. The book was called El Camino de la Felicidad (The Way To Happiness).

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I couldn’t read the book itself (since it was in Spanish) but something about it seemed…odd. It definitely had the air of a religious text, that much was clear. But even more bizarre was when I realized the books were being handed out to the crowd by the soldiers.

Why would the theoretically neutral army agree to hand out religious texts at the Carnaval?

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I asked a Spanish speaking friend to call one of the soldiers aside and ask why he was handing them out. He said they were told to. My friend asked if he knew what the book was about. He shook his head, though said “Something about how to live better?”

A large truck drove by, loaded to the brim with boxes upon boxes of this handbook. Children clutched the book in their fingers as their moms flipped through the pages of their own copy.

A group of performers walked up to the barricade near me and offered me the book. I held up the copy I was already studying – they nodded and continued on.

I had to get to the bottom of this mystery. I searched the book for any more clues as to the origin.

Finally, on the copyright page, one name struck me: L. Ron Hubbard Publications.

I couldn’t believe it. It was Scientology. Somehow, they’d managed to convince the Colombian army to hand out their “non-religious” booklets as if it were an official document, sanctioned by the state.

On the last page, a website was listed: The Way To Happiness.

Visiting the page for the first time now at home, I’m confronted with an extremely slick presentation of short video PSA’s illustrating the key concepts of this new “moral code.”

Here’s the dilemma.

The PSA’s are very good. The messages contained therein, as far as I can tell, are timely and important.

I have nothing personally against Scientology. I even took their guided tour while in LA last year. But the method of distribution for these booklets, under the facade of being “non-religious”, feels shady.

Then again, like anyone outside the Scientology, I’ve been jaded by Tom Cruise’s antics and Hubbard’s rumoured quote “The way to make a million dollars is to start a religion.”

So what’s more important: the message or the messenger?

The Start Of The Journey

Northern California

Somewhere between Seattle and San Francisco / Aug 2008

The start of the journey is generally the most anxious. It’s the point where the weeks ahead are completely unknown. You may have a vague idea of what adventures await…based on remarks from friends, photos in guidebooks, and your own wishes.

You go through the rituals of preparation: scanning documents, packing your bags, securing travel insurance. All the while excitement is building.

Suddenly the day of departure arrives.

You actually lock the door behind you, bid farewell to your home, and step across the threshold.

It’s tempting to flash forward. To think of reaching your destination, immersed in the experience.

You’ll find your first hostel, unpack your bags, and find yourself sitting at an unfamiliar cafe – studying your surroundings as if you opened your eyes for the first time.

But all that comes later. First, you must concentrate on the now.

The journey begins only once.

Colombia: The Only Risk Is A Hilarious Ad Campaign

So it’s official. Karen and I will spend 2 weeks in Colombia this coming February. With an ad campaign like this, how could we resist?

Paperclip Guy Can Also Cut Grass

In a perfect world, everyone would have to cut their grass with blunt, rusty, old-school, mechanical lawn mowers like this one.

Second Update From Hawaii

Summit of Mauna Kea, telescope in backgroundLast Wednesday, Sean and I were supposed to venture up Mauna Kea (a massive mountain soaring over 13,000 feet) up to the observatories. But sadly, as we’d feared, the road was closed due to snow. Yes, snow in Hawaii. To have come halfway around the world to an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, and not have the opportunity to gaze upon the telescopes that capture the universe in initimate detail…yes, we were disappointed.

But we carried on. Thursday Sean helped again with Astronomy outreach at the local elementary schools, and on Friday, he gave two talks to high school kids about the One Week Job project. He was unsure as the kids filed into the library that morning, wondering if he would be able to fill the full 60 minutes with weighty lessons and colourful anecdotes. Turns out, he could – although the first talk came across as non-committal. Sean was a bit reserved, and the kids interested, but impassive.

The second talk was much better, as Sean seemed to hit his stride (and by that time the new class was more awake). Two teachers in the back nodded their heads to every point he made, and Sean was able to convey more of the excitement of the project – which in turn engaged the kids. I foresee these talks are the first of many in Sean’s career.

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First Days In Hawaii

Arrived in Hilo airportOkay update time from Hawaii!

Sean and I left Vancouver early Sunday morning to our stopover in San Francisco. The flight was pleasant, that is, until it came time to land. It seemed San Fran had a turbulent weather system blanketing the area in fog and winds, which provided us with the bumpiest landing I’ve ever endured. You might know my stomach doesn’t handle g-forces very well, and it wasn’t long before I had the air sickness bag clutched in my sweaty palms – just in case the need arose (I didn’t have to use it).

Luckily, the plane eventually landed and I staggered into the airport, directly into the convenience stand for some anti-nausea pills. I rarely eat on, or before flights, so while I was starving, Sean graciously chowed a Subway sandwich next to me while I wallowed with my unsettled stomach. The next leg of our journey was the much larger Boeing 777 plane (9 rows of seats!) and carried us across the Pacific in 5.5 hours to Honolulu.

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