The Great Margration

Stories of my life on the road.

Parte Dos, con más animales muertos December 11, 2017

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So there we were, having a perfectly lovely time in Canoa, when we decided to leave for Olón, where we had planned to do a hostel work exchange for awhile. Olón is about a six hour bus ride from Canoa, and is known for having great surfing and for being near the cesspit of young backpackers that is Montañita. Oh look! Here’s us at a three floored, Alcatraz themed dance club:

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Thanks to Simon for the picture! Music was too loud for me to think clearly enough to operate my camera.

The beach there was pretty nice, and we walked on it a bunch.

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Margy, making a splash as per usual.

The thing was, though, we weren’t happy with our work situation. You know how sometimes things aren’t quite the way you were expecting? And it’s not anyone’s fault (especially not your own), but you just have to stop throwing good money after bad? As it were?

So we came back to Canoa!

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So much happened while we were gone! For one thing, they made this sign.

On the way, we stopped in for a night at a sweet little fishing village called Puerto Lopez. It was more or less like this:

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Requisite sunset picture

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Beach establishments, ready to meet your happy hour needs

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Hard to have a fishing village without fishing boats

We’ve been working at a different hostel for the past 10 days, and it’s been MUCH better. Charles has been surfing every day, looking all professional:

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So tubular

We almost made a bad decision at this place:

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What could possibly go wrong?

But we couldn’t agree on whether to go temporary or permanent, so we passed. For now.

And finally, for all my fellow creepy weirdos out there, más animales muertos! The faint of heart can feel free to close their browser windows now.

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Skeletor

Seahorse

Sir Horace Curl Tail

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This one looked like he might have died from a small bowel obstruction. Or else something related to the rope tied around his tail.

Dolphin?

I had to fight the vultures away to get a picture of this dolphin. You can see their talon prints in the sand. 

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Mr. Whiskers

Eso es toda por ahora! Until next time.

 

 

 

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A Month in Ecuador, Parte Uno December 1, 2017

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Almost exactly a month ago, Charles and I started our six month South American adventure. Our loosely defined agenda includes spending three months in Ecuador, then a month each in Patagonia, Peru, and Colombia (precise order of operations yet to be determined).

The first month has gone by quickly! We arrived in Guayaquil after the requisite 36’ish hour journey from Oakland. We planned for a couple of days there to handle some business before bussing out to the coast. It’s a fine city, that apparently sometimes looks like this:

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Guayaquil

It’s a less dreary image than I would have captured, had I taken pictures. From there, we took a seven hour bus ride filled with dubbed action movies at maximum volume (great opportunity to practice our Spanish listening skills!) to Canoa:

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Canoa!

We stayed in a lovely hotel on the beach, where we took daily Spanish classes from our buddy Luis. And long walks on the beach!

Charles’ ocean prance

This drink is locally famous – it’s called La Uña de la Gran Bestia, and it’s a pretty good kick in the pants.

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La Uña de la Gran Bestia

I loved walking the beach every day and finding cool things, like shells, rocks, and dead animals. I will only include one dead animal picture in this blog, but more are available upon request.

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Zombie turtle

Our Spanish classes were generally held outside, with the ocean in view to help a person keep perspective when he was sure that his brain couldn’t hold any more information.

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Charles working from his new office

One of the highlights of our time in Canoa was visiting a finca (growing coffee and cocoa and tons of other tropical delights) and craft brewery in the hills above Canoa, in a town called Rio Canoa. They make delicious beers, which aren’t quite reminiscent of the beers for which they’re named (IPA, Irish Red, Belgian Tripel, and Golden) but they’re a massive improvement on the flavorless Pilsener and Club alternatives.

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Talking politics with friends at the brewery

After our tour of the brewery, they made us dress up and pose for pictures:

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Weapons were legit

Phew. In the interest of keeping this entry a reasonable length (also it’s lunch time), I shall end here and bring you Parte Dos in the next few days.

 

 

Nepal! April 29, 2013

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My inability to keep up with blogging can be mostly blamed on the long walk we did here in Nepal, half because there wasn’t internet, and half because I’m just now regaining the strength necessary to revisit the aforementioned long walk.

The total distance for our trek was about 130 miles, starting at an elevation of around 2,600 feet, and topping off at Thorung La (the pass) at around 17,800 feet. THAT’S A LOT OF FEET.

With our map and the occasional handy trail markings, we set off from Besisahar. We were so so ready to be done with crazy cities, pollution, and constant price negotiations for awhile. Here’s an example of one of the not remotely confusing trail blazes. Image

The first few days featured a lot of bridge crossing, upping and downing as we made our way up the Marshyangdi river valley. Image

We quickly got used to the fact that the menus all featured the same limited options at fixed and inflated prices. After a long day of walking, though, you find a way to get excited about whatever happens to be on the plate in front of you.

There were pretty things to look at, mostly just hills and the beautiful (never ending) river winding its way through the valley. Occasionally, a waterfall to spice things up.

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Along the way, we met many people who were using porters to help them carry their gear. We felt pretty good about ourselves for being hardcore enough to carry our own packs. Then, one day, these guys scooted by us:Image

They were djs, on their way to a gig some ways up the valley. They became our new heroes.

We spent a non-insignificant portion of our trek moving out of the way of a variety of hoofed mammals. http://youtu.be/eQ3eKvw03D8

Charles tried befriending many of them, with little success. I think they were worried we would make them carry our stuff up the hills. Can’t say I didn’t seriously consider it at times.Image

Eventually, we started getting up a bit higher, and things got prettier.

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This is probably the most beautiful tea drinking bench in the world.Image

As we got higher up, the walking got harder. I started doing this a lot:Image

At one of the villages just before the pass, we joined up with some other trekkers so that we could play card games that involved more than two people. They were really cool, so we walked with them for a few days. They made us wake up really early to go over the pass, but at least it was pretty.ImageImage

And we totally made it to the top! It was torture! By that I mean that it was the most amazing thing ever, now that it’s finished.

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Cheap beer tastes so amazing at 17,800 feet.

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Being at the top was, as you might expect, the highlight of the walk. By the next day, the surroundings had changed drastically. We unexpectedly found ourselves in a sand-colored wind tunnel. It wasn’t that cool.Image

Charles and the girls tried to make the best of it by jumping up and down on one of the bridges. Pretty sad all around. http://youtu.be/WXC63gPFVNY

After we got to the town of Jomosom, which is basically almost like being back in civilization, our group disbanded. The others wanted to get back to the real world as quickly as possible, so they suffered through some miserable hours of bussing and jeeping. Meanwhile, Charles and I were convinced that we would finish up using our own two (tired) feet.

Going down the western half, through the Kali Gandaki river valley was fine. Nothing too exciting, but warmer at least. Then it started raining. For days. We were so tired of walking and being wet all the time, that we shaved two days off the recommended time by just not stopping. Image

So it was, after 16 days of walking, we made it to the end of the trail in Nyapul. From there, we caught a bus to Nepal’s second largest city, Pokhara. The dude in charge of wrangling bus passengers took one look at our soggy, dirt encrusted bodies, then made us ride on top of the bus. Flying around blind mountain curves in the rain on top of a bus is quite an experience. I was too cold and terrified to get motion sick, at least.

To anyone who has made it to this point, thank you for reading! Tomorrow afternoon, we start our three days of flying to get back home, including a day in Shanghai along the way. I’m so excited for kale and tofu right now that I can hardly stand it.

 

 

 

Doing India an Injustice March 28, 2013

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When we were talking to people in Sri Lanka about where we should go in India, everyone insisted that 12 days was not long enough to see anything, and that we were crazy to try. Well, that sounded like a challenge I was willing to accept, so here we are, almost done with our whirlwind exploration of this ridiculously large, complex nation.

After my last post from Kandy, we took a bus to Colombo, then a plane to Chennai, Bangalore, and finally Goa. It was a long, painful 24 hours. We ended up in a little village called Arambol, which is packed to the brim with Russian and Israeli tourists in what appears to be a market place for Burning Man fashions. Rather unsettling, really. Image

We hiked out to see a really cool, apparently sacred Banyan tree.

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After visiting the tree, we gave ourselves spa treatments with some sulfurous mud from a nearby river.

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Proof that I’m eating amazing food.

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Next up, we took a rocking and rolling night bus to a surreal landscape known to the locals as Hampi. The rocks were nuts. I took too many pictures of them. Image 

On our second morning, we paid for some under-aged Indian kids to take us by boat to a monkey temple high up on a hill for sunrise. Image

There were a bunch of mean monkeys up there. They don’t look too mean in the pictures, but don’t be fooled.

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Tiny baby monkey.Image

 

Larger, friendlier monkey.

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Charles was doing a monkey video when one of them stole his water bottle. It’s worth a watch. http://youtu.be/k5twUhpErlo

One of the Indian children who labored to paddle some overweight Americans around at the break of dawn.Image

Next, wee took a much more pleasant overnight bus ride to Mumbai, then flew to Jodhpur. Unbeknownst to us, we were attempting to travel right before a major holiday called Holi, so all the buses were booked by people going home to be with family. Jodhpur is known as the Blue City. It has an amazing, enormous fort built on a hill, which I don’t have a picture of, but here are some shots from the fort.Image

 

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Holi was COMPLETE INSANITY. It’s like a country-wide color fight. Definitely something that needs to happen in the US.

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That’s all for now. Next up, the last few days of India before we fly to Nepal on April 1st.

 

Leaving Sri Lanka March 20, 2013

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I last wrote soon after we arrived in Arugam Bay. Somehow, almost a week later, I have little to report beyond some pretty boring accounts of major relaxation. We filled our days with playing at the beach, reading, sleeping, and cribbage. It was amazing. We moved from our tree house room to one on the beach. ImageImage

View from the bed.

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Charles did a bunch of surfing.

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Here’s videographic proof of him standing up on the board. I decided to be nice and not post any of the other ten clips I have of him just falling a lot.

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There were lots of cool boats. Image

On our last full day, we rented some scooters and motored over to a place called Kudimbigala, which is an old buddhist hermitage built in 246 B.C. amongst a bunch of caves. Very cool.

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The front of me, and the back of a religiously significant statue.

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Little temple built under a rock.

 

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Piles of rocks.

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Sweaty view from the top.

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Yesterday we suffered through another long day of bus riding to get back to Kandy, where we’re completing the final step necessary to get our Indian visas.

Today is my birthday in Sri Lanka! We had a nice climb up some hills in Kandy after breakfast.

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And then had some dosai for lunch. I love the food here.

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This evening we’ll pick up our passports, then go back to Colombo. We’re pampering ourselves with a night spent half-sleeping in airport chairs before a 5am flight out of Sri Lanka.

Next up, more beach time in Arambol, Goa!

 

Long Road to the Sea March 14, 2013

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So begins the next chapter in my book of world exploration/domination. Charles and I set off from San Francisco on the 6th of March, one day late because of a flight delay. Also, as a result of this delay, we had an unexpected day in Singapore. The airlines put us up in a decent joint and fed us, so that was nice. We did some wandering about and decided that one day was all we needed to get our fill of Singapore.

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One glass of the signature drink, the Singapore Sling, was also quite enough for my lifetime.

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Late on the night of the 8th, we flew to Colombo, Sri Lanka. Our plan here was to get the required visa to gain us entry into India, then hightail for the beach on the opposite coast. Long story short, we totally blew it by not applying for the visas while stateside, and were faced with the prospect of spending a lot more time in Sri Lanka that originally planned. Hard to complain about being “forced” to sit on the beach for a week, though, really. We had two days to check out Colombo, which is a big crazy city. Great if you’re into that sort of thing. I eased myself into the experience with some local beer.

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We took an afternoon train to the hills in the middle of the country to a town called Kandy.

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Here were able to submit our Indian visa applications, which will be available for pick up on the 20th. Kandy is a pretty town, though. Won’t mind stopping back through in a few days.

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Early on the morning of the 12th, we got on a bus going in the direction of the east coast. It was a loooong, hot, crowded journey, but we finally arrived after dark in the village of Arugam Bay. It’s finally starting to feel like vacation, although Charles found some work during a beach walk, helping some local fishermen. Some people just don’t know how to relax, I guess.

There was a beautiful sunrise this morning.

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We’re staying in a room on stilts, and our balcony is in some trees. It’s amazing.

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That’s all for now. We’ll be here in Arugam Bay for 3 more days, then back to Kandy to get our passports and make our way to India. More soon.

 

Nica November 17, 2010

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Hey! Can anyone believe how totally November it is already? Me neither.

Here I am in Nicaragua, and it’s pretty great.  At the end of my last blog, I was getting ready to leave Granada.  I arrived safely in San Juan del Sur weekend before last, and have been enjoying this small Pacific beach town quite a lot.  From talking to people, it seems that they either hate this place or love it.  In fact, the Nicas are lovely but there’s definitely a pretty hardcore surfer/party scene here.  I can see how it could get annoying, but it´s not bad in small doses.  There are a lot of English-speaking folks who have settled here semi-permanently, which means that it´s possible to find some pretty decent hummus.  Without question, the highlight so far was leaving SJdS for Isla de Ometepe, a pair of conjoined volcanic islands: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ometepe .

On the island, I stayed at an organic coffee cooperative called Finca Magdalena, which had the most amazing coffee I have ever tasted.  The finca was located at the base of the smaller volcano – Maderas.  The two volcanoes are quite different, Conception being younger and more active, and Maderas being older and covered in cloud forest.  I decided to hike Maderas because there were promises of a lagoon in the crater to swim in after the tough hike.  Switchbacks are not a luxury afforded to hikers of this mountain, and we gained just over 4500 feet in less than 3.5 miles.  Experiences like that are always worth it, though, and this was no exception.  The next day I checked out some Mayan petroglyphs and some mineral springs before heading home with about 2000 new mosquito bites on each of my lower extremities.  I owe some deity much thanks if I don´t contract The Dengue in the next week or so.

This week, along with my Spanish classes, I´ve been amping up the physical activity with yoga classes and hiking the hills around town in preparation for climbing some Nica and Guatemalan volcanos over the next several weeks.  On the list is Tajumulco, the tallest volcano in Central America, at 13,845 ft.  Wish me luck.

Volcans Conception and Maderas as seen from San Jorge

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Mayan petroglyphs

Cacao – tastes nothing like chocolate, but is amazing.

Post swim in crater lake, happy to be there.

Signs posted all over Ometepe, many of them pointing, unaccountably, in opposite directions.  Point well taken.

San Juan del Sur as seen from the hills