Bootsnall’s Top Ten for 2009

Bootsnall has come out with thir Top 10 Travel Destinations for 2009!

Their approach was a bit different this year than the one from last, and the destinations have changed quite a bit as a result.  The list was compiled using nominations and recommendations from members of their online forums, most of whom are seasoned hard-core travelers.  Though it is a bit vague which criteria decided selections, it seems to be a collection of beautiful, culturally-rich world locales which have not yet been played out.  I’ve only visited one of these places so far (Berlin), but I am on my way to Siem Reap in about a week. 

Hmmm…maybe I’ll add seeing all of these places to my goal list for 2009….

Underwater Enlightenment

Scuba diving’s greatest rewards come once I am out of the water.

True, I enjoy seeing blue-spotted stingrays lurking in dark crevices; parrot fish, with their rich hues of green and purple; and the constant anticipation for my first whale shark to loom in the crystal clear depths. However, I perceive diving as an act of meditation.  Having achieved neutral buoyancy, I glide gracefully in a weightless dimension, imagining I am flying as I soak up a magical world most people will never experience. And when it is over, the effects of this meditation manifest.

I climb from the water, and this absolute peace washes over me as I break down my gear. I sit, then, upon my perch at the front of the rocking boat, my feet dangling over the deck.

Take in the glassy emerald green seas stretching out before me.

The island paradise juts from the ocean, quaint bungalows speckling the palm-blanketed hills.

The sun caresses my refreshed body, and my doubts and fears are forgotten.

In this relaxed state, naturally high from underwater meditation, I am reminded why I came to Thailand in the first place—why I decided to sell my truck and all my furniture to travel the world. Right then, my heart knows I can continue this lifestyle for at least another five months if I try—perhaps forever.

I feel free, and that is all I need.

A Long-overdue Return

 

            It has been so long since I’ve written in this blog.  In that sense, I suppose I have failed. 

But I haven’t failed completely. 

Though I didn’t record it, I still made my journey.  I have come so far, and I am going to continue down this path.  My life has changed, evolved, and it feels right.  I have grabbed a hold of my moment of life.

            I started and failed a business.  I started another business and succeeded, but it was going to lock me down in one location for a long time.  I sold my truck and began riding my bicycle everywhere to get in shape and do my part to curb global warming.   I went back to university to study international business and spent the summer in Europe, spending two months traveling around Germany, Netherlands, Switzerland, France, and Sicily.  When I got home, my plan was to buy a motorcycle with the money from my truck and fulfill another one of my dreams.

            But when I got home things changed.  I am in the process of writing a memoir about my story so I will not go into details now, but basically something horrible happened that destroyed my life and took everything away from me.  I sat back and looked at my situation and realized I didn’t really mind so much.  I suddenly had regained my freedom, and I still had some money from selling my truck.  I decided I wanted to keep trying to seize the day.  I was going to use the little bit I had left and go see the world—try to put myself in a situation where I had to find a way to support the life I desired.

I am in Thailand as I write this.  I have been living here for five months now.  If I can help it, I am not going home.  It is nighttime as I write this, and I have to get up early in the morning to go scuba diving.  Another day of crystal clear water and palm-lined shores from the boat.  Currently, I am in a dive master internship program which will provide me with the means to work in the most beautiful places in the world—yet another attempt to keep the dream alive.

It is amazing how at ease you feel when you are pursuing your dreams.  Upon reviewing this blog, I noticed how many items I have crossed off of my list, and the funny thing is, every time I accomplish something I think of new items to add.  It is as if opening myself up to these new experiences also opens doors to corridors I never knew existed, or corridors I thought were off limits to me. 

I see now I should have kept blogging through it all.  I should have recorded my journey.  But I am back now, and the journey is far from over.  If I can keep the dream alive, I will have no shortage of things to write about, will I now?

Money has gotten short.  At one point, I didn’t have one dollar to my name, and no way to fly anywhere else in the world.  It was frightening, but I kept pushing, and just when things seem to get the worst, something always comes through.  Interestingly, this was the same way it always went back home when I was broke.  It seems no matter where you are or what you’re doing, you always find a way to make it work. 

And I’m trying to make this work.  Not only am I in this dive program, but I am working on several projects as well.  I am starting multiple blogs.  I wrote a novel and am busy with the first redraft (check out the first chapter!).  I am writing a memoir.  I am setting up an eBay business.  I am setting up a website to display the poetry I wrote in the most trying period of my life, in which my anger and self-pity threatened to consume me.  And I have many other ideas and projects in progress as well.   It all sounds like so much, but I do not feel stressed at all because I am only doing things I want to do.  Everyday is an adventure—and everyday I am doing something new and amazing.

Yet, I suppose the true test of my efforts is whether or not I succeed.  Will I be able to continue this when all my furniture has been sold and I spend all of my money?  I suppose I will see, but the thing is, I don’t feel like the dream would be dead even if I had to leave Thailand.  I could go get some temporary work somewhere and save some more money.  I would already have a job if I had not unknowingly come straight to a country which makes it so difficult for a “farang” to work.  I could learn to live on less and continue pursuing means of income.  Even if I have to resort to a temporary stay in the states, it would allow me to do things I never got to do—like hike through the Grand Canyon or ride a bicycle to Yosemite National Park. 

I have tasted this freedom, so for me there is no going back.  I have no material desires.  I only crave experience.  And there are people out there living this kind of life.  I see that now.  Tim Ferriss, author of ”The 4-Hour Workweek,” was not lying.  These people exist.  Some of them work hard to live their life of adventure and travel.  Some of them find ways to work not so hard.  The point is they are no smarter or more talented than I am.  If they can do it, I can certainly do it as well.  And so can you.

I apologize for leaving you behind.

I apologize for not inviting you on my journey like I promised.

But I am back now.

I would like you to come with me.

Take my hand—are you ready for this?

Top Ten Travel Destinations for 2008

Nothing in life is more fulfilling than travel.  Boots n’ all just came up with a top ten travel list for independent travelers in 2008.  Be sure to cross a few of these amazing cultural meccas off of your list.

What is Life?

The small sailboat sits before me,

 rocking on the pale green water. 

As I stare at it,

 it seems to ask,

 ”What is life?

“Is life a 9 to 5, putting money in someone else’s pocket so you can give away your dreams and your time?

“Is life living on somone else’s clock, never having the courage to embrace the unknown?

“Is life that walk from table to table in a dimly-lit restaurant, bowing your head and humbling yourself for crotchety old men and ignorant rich people who have never known what it is like to work a job with no rewards and no future just to survive?

“I think not,” the boat seems to say.  “That is not life.”

Life is the bird-shit splattered on this wooden bench I’m sitting on.  It is the old lonely men sitting on their bar stools in The Wharf House directly behind me, sipping beer and trading stories.  Life is their dreams, their hopes, and even their solitude.  Life is the well-fed pigeon waddling past me on a giant wooden plank, a strange guttural click emerging from its fat neck as it begs for food.  

The boat seems to say these things but of course it doesn’t.  It doesn’t think.  It doesn’t talk.  It doesn’t complain.  It is just a boat.  And though I endow personifications upon it, it is not human in any way.  It is merely a symbol reminding me to never stop being human because being successful does not necessarily require being tied down by someone else’s dream.  Not when you could find a beat-up old boat and learn to sail, dipping and swelling with the tide as you explore the American coasts.

A seagull lands on the small dinghy tied to the back of the boat, as if to emphasize my point.  He stands proud and free, without a care in the world.  In truth, he is probably a she and is probably looking for something to eat.  But still. . . he/she possesses a look of serenity and I feel that look reflected in myself.  I can find relief in the fact that at least I rode my bike out here to look at the ocean instead of sitting in my apartment alone, wasting my moment of life to watch television.

And the boat just rocks. . .

Two women just sat down on the bench behind me.  Snippets of their conversation drift over.  “Maybe I should just go. . .” one woman says to her friend.  I wonder where she wants to go and what is holding her back.  I can’t help but think her urge is inspired by the same view inspiring me, the jagged cliffs jutting from the bay and the glistening stretch of beach. 

Life is not as set and rigid as we make it.  Dead end jobs and stifled dreams are a human creation.  My own goals are greater than my temporary employment, but doing it even “for now” reminds me why I want more.  Until tomorrow comes, the moment must count.  I must savor the customers who truly care about the soul behind the waiter, who want to know who I am and why I do what I do.  The good customers know I’m not there because I want to wait tables for the rest of my life.  This intrigues them because they know I must have a dream.  They reach out to show me they are human and they understand.  They are the ones who help make even that moment important. 

And you have to make even that moment important because every moment could be your last.  The ocean of life will swallow you if you let it, and one human is a small thing even in his greatest moment.  Treasure this time because it can be taken away.  More than anything, don’t let this scare you–let it inspire you.  Let it be the wind in your sails and find the courage to be more than a land dweller.  Land can lock you down, but water goes on forever.

And the sailboat just rocks. . .

A group of other boats sits beyond the first, just as empty and quiet, as if waiting for someone to come along who needs to be free.  What are the men who own these boats like?  Have they figured something out the rest of us don’t know?  What are their lives like?  Do they embrace the freedom most of us crave, or do they take it for granted?

In any case, I will not take my moment for granted, whether I find my freedom in a bicycle ride, a happy hour, or the common bond between co-workers who not only share self-imposed limitations but similar goals.  I will find my freedom in the dreams I hold dear and the seconds along the way.  No job or limitation can take away the freedom anchored in my spirit.  It simply sits and waits, gently rocking in the ocean of life, waiting for me to gather the skills and courage to hop on and take it for a ride.

When I got back home, I opened my notebook to this first page of this entry and saw a brownish yellow splotch on the two pages open before me.  Puzzled, I stopped thinking for a moment and focused my attention on them.  For a moment, I couldn’t figure out what they were, and then it hit me.  A grin crept across my face as I pondered the irony.  Birdshit.  A bird flew over while I was sitting there writing this and dropped a bomb down on my notebook.  How appropriate. . . 

Now that is life!

Words of Wisdom From A True Genius

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”

-Dr. Suess

Let The Moment Flow

This is a moment right now. 

This is my life. 

How can I harness it? 

How can I make the most of it? 

Certainly not by staring at a computer screen.  So then how?  Do I make it a moment by simply letting go and letting the words flow through my fingers?  Do I make it a moment by forgetting about producing a blog I want people to read and simply remembering I like to write and don’t care who is reading? 

Because this is the part I forget as I make my way through this one and only life–I exist.  Time ticks.  I am not getting any younger, but I am surely getting older if I keep pushing for the moment in the future when I will be doing what I want.  Instead, why not focus on what I want right now?  To be truly happy in this time and in this place, what conditions have to be met which have nothing to do with the future and everything to do with being alive?  Drop the worries of the future like a bad habit, and let the words flow. 

What makes you feel alive?  Can you find it in a song?  Can you find it in a book?  Can you find it in a touch?  A day on the beach?  Alive.  What does it mean to you?

What it means to me is that I be who I am right now and appreciate not only being alive but the fact that someday I will be dead.  And what does that mean? 

That means I cannot afford to worry over injured credit or wounded pride.  That means I cannot afford to dwell on regrets or painful childhood memories.  Acknowledge them, yes, but never dwell.  Let it flow from your mind through your heart and out your fingertips like a deep breath releasing to the world.  Let it go and make a new memory, or sit with your partner and enjoy a nice cold one.  Connect where you can, and allow the parts where you cannot connect to exist as they are.  Go to that barbecue and have a good conversation with someone you have never even talked to before.

As I write this, I try to let the thoughts come to the screen just as they come to my mind and my girlfriend has come home early.  She is standing in the kitchen, trying to start a conversation with me about her hair and then a kitchen decoration and I try to focus my attention away from her and to this computer. 

And therein lies the problem. 

I am trying to focus.  I am trying to focus on producing something of merit, and there she is before me–so real and so genuine and so alive, and she is where my focus should be if I truly wish to savor my moment of life.  I should be lying in bed and being in love like I was a teenager all over again, not caring about money or success or anything but just worrying about how my heart feels and my morals, allowing my mind to shine in all its natural depth.  Because with money and success you lose that, and I guess that is just part of being an adult.  You have to lose all that if you want to take on the real world responsibilities. 

Or do you?  Is that just a cop-out?  After-all, my teenage responsibilities were no less real than what I face now.  I was going to school and trying to come to terms with an alcoholic mother.  I was constantly worried about not having enough to eat or having old ratty torn up clothes that didn’t fit me right.  I was consumed with the possiblity of having no real future and not having the option of going to college, the whole while working a job so I could change it all.  Yet still, I cared more and I worried less.  I lived.  I would have done anything to uphold what I believed or protect what I held dear. 

I am not one to dwell on the past, and I certainly don’t wish I was back then, but I guess what I realize as I sit here is that I’ve lost something I once had.  But I can get it back.   Because with being broke again comes the ability to stare the world in the face.  With being broke again comes the ability to reach down into your soul and confront your innermost fears and the things you forget when you’re doing well.  Being broke brings out my inner child and my spirit, the spirit that reigned when I was going through those turbulent times.  It brings out that spirit that made people who met me walk away a different person if they truly took the time to understand me. 

And that spirit is still there.  If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be writing again.  I need to harness it.  In all fairness, I seek income without employment so I can travel and experience life, nature, and raw human experience; but in my hunger for financial freedom, I mustn’t lock myself in a cage and throw away the key.  I mustn’t develop tunnel vision and lose sight of what is right here in my heart and soul, raging and screaming to be given expression once again.

And you musn’t either.

Let your moment of life be what your heart wants it to be. 

There is success out there for you if you follow your heart, but you may find your heart will tell you there is no better existence.  You will not find new friends without flaws and partners with everything you need or a family that is “normal”.  It is what it is, and such is the reality of life.  Savoring the moment requires you realize this and not only let it be but love it for what it is.  Appreciate people not only for their potential but for their consistency in being who they are at every moment. 

And go down to the damn beach, take off your shoes, and run in the waves like that kid you were so long ago.  Because the tragedy is not that childhood is gone; the tragedy is the spirit so strong in you when you were a child is hiding and wants to see the light once again but you keep ignoring it. 

To truly treasure this moment of life, all you have to do is set that spirit free.

Climbing Moon Rock (Santa Cruz, CA)

Yesterday, my girlfriend and I joined some friends for lunch at a local Capitola Village restaraunt called El Toro Bravo.  The food was delicious, as usual.  After lunch, we wanted to get outside and do something new.  We are new to the area, so it isn’t hard to find something we haven’t seen yet.  We decided to go check out Moon Rock, a local “secret”. 

To get there, we drove through UC Santa Cruz, winding through the wooded hills on small country roads reminiscent of my rural-town upbringing.  The green foilage lining the road danced in the breeze, the sun shining down through the branches and the fog with a soft muffled brilliance.  The drive to Moon Rock takes about twenty minutes from downtown Santa Cruz, but once you park your car you feel like you are hours from any significant town.

We parked the car and walked a couple miles down the road to a spot where we could crawl under a fence.  Above us, smooth rocky ridges and cliffs were stacked like giant legos.  The rocks are coarse and fragile, like hardened sand, and is spiderwebbed in places with small trenches dug by winter runoff. 

It only takes under half an hour to get to the top of the rocks, but the trail is steep and you gain elevation quickly.  I was out of breath by the time we made it up. 

I climbed up a small wall with footholds carved into the soft stone, rounded a bend, and approached the peak.  I was instantly taken by the view, which stretches in every direction as far as you can see.  The trees below roll over the hills like a green carpet and on a clear day you can see the ocean in the distance.  Beautiful cabins are nestled among the hills, some built up against the rocky crests jutting up from the forest floor.  As I looked at the steep, rocky crags jutting from the smooth rolling hills and valleys, I wondered what magnificent Earth processes created them. 

The high perch caught me off guard for a moment and my heart began to race.  I am a little frightened by heights, but I do not let it hold me down.  I have even gone skydiving twice.  Still, I have not completely eradicated the fear.  I sat down for a moment and scanned the gorgeous view as the wind surrounded me, pushing against me with a firm hand as if to remind me of my insignificance.  The rocks are covered in carvings etched by the hundreds or thousands of visitors who came before me to capture the same feeling I felt as I sat there.  Drawings and sculptures pop up like islands among the thousands of signatures and scrawls. 

After sitting for a moment, I reminded myself my own feet knew how to hold me up, and I stood with my friends to walk around and peer over the edge, grateful for the coarse stone which provided great tracking for my sneakers.  The wind continued threatening to peel me away, but my apprehension faded and I found myself carefully exploring.  In one spot, someone has carved all the way through a two-foot rock wall to provide a view of the hills beyond. 

We took pictures of each other standing atop the cliffs and sat on the first perch for a while longer, as it had the best views, carving our own names into the stone.  As the rest of my group filed down towards the trail to go home, I stood for a moment alone, looking out over the world before me and felt the familiar wanderlust tugging at my spirit.  When I first came up on the peak, I had thought to myself, “Maybe I better scratch mountain climbing off of my list.”  Now, as I stood there and let the wind blow my fears and insecurites from my body, my spirit swelled and soared among the mountaintops below and beyond.  “Look what I would miss if I gave in to my fears and doubts,” I thought to myself, and imagined the view from mountaintops ten or twenty times this height and the sense of accomplishment I would feel if I conquered their peaks.  I could sit inside my whole life and avoid the danger of falling or discomfort of facing my fears but then what would be the point of living at all?  Indeed, this thought is the essence of travel.

I joined the others and made my way back down to Earth, reluctant to leave.  We capped the night off with some barbecued burgers, a few beers, and a game of poker.  It was a day worth living.

If you make it to Santa Cruz, you might find this spot hard to find.  I don’t think it is in any guide books.  But it is an easy climb and it isn’t too far from town.  Your best bet is to get out on the town and meet some locals.  Most of them surely know how to get there.  Local spots like this one make every town unique, but unfortunately most tourists never bother to open the right doors when they travel.  Make your trip unique by experiencing the unique. 

Will Ferrel’s Movie, “Stranger Than Fiction,” Urges Us To Focus On The Present

Tonight I watched Will Ferrel’s movie,

“Stranger Than Fiction.”  

The movie is a light comedy/drama

about a disillusioned IRS agent

                  who hears a voice narrating his life

and realizes not only is he a character in someone’s novel but the mysterious author is planning his “imminent death.”  As he frantically searches for a way to stop his premature death from being written, he embraces much about life he has long forgotten, and as the story unfolds it becomes clear this is much more than Ferrel’s usual roles.  His character, Harold Crick, comes across in the beginning as very flat, but his strange predicament breaks his true personality out of its shell.  His reawakening carries an important message and the movie becomes much more than its humorous undertones. 

“Stranger Than Fiction” surprised me.  It was a touching, thought-provoking film, a complete contrast to the majority of his career.  It made me think a little about my own life.  Much of the time, I find myself so focused on future success I am distracted from the present.  We only live once.  I know this.  I remind myself again and again.  Yet still I push onward towards my dreams, brushing the life which unfolds before me away like clutter standing in my path.  This is a big part of why I want to travel.  When I am traveling, I find myself relishing the moment more often and time loses urgency.  I want to embrace that feeling again.

When I went backpacking in Europe, I observed the Europeans going about their daily lives and they seemed less taxed by their lifestyles than Americans.  In America, we are always in a hurry and looking forward to what is coming in the next day or the next week or the next year.  We push onward, racing towards death, and forget to stop and appreciate our moment of life.  Europeans, on the other hand, seemed a little more relaxed and content with their surroundings, allowing a peace of mind only possible when you accept your present self.  I keep using the word “seemed” because I don’t know if my observations were completely valid because I didn’t have time to completely immerse myself in any of the various cultures on my short trip.  In retrospect, this same impatient American spirit led me to cover so much of western Europe in my allotted eighteen days I never got to fully experience what any one unique culture had to offer. 

So, if this is no practice life, how should we spend our time?  Some dreams are worth achieving.  To deny this often denies fully embracing life.  There is a great deal of truth to the age-old adage which tells us things worth having take sacrifice and hard work to obtain.  Goals are the building blocks of a successful life.  But if we race towards them with tunnel vision, their obtainment only becomes a launch pad for the next goal.  Instead, we need to stop and take a breath once in a while, savor a touch or truly taste the food on our plates.  Tomorrow may or may not come, but today is here and can only be taken away by our own neglectful habits.

My own life needs some real renewal.  I was raised with my two brothers by a single mom who worked three jobs just to keep us fed.  I was raised with a workaholic mindset, watching her push forward just to get us the next week worth of groceries or the next pair of shoes.  When I moved out, I didn’t have much of a foundation to work with, as my mother did not have much to pass on, so I carried on her struggle.  I waited tables through college and then started my own landscaping business, willing to work as hard as I physically and mentally could to ensure my future was different than hers.  I am no longer in the landscaping business, but I’m working on other avenues which I hope will bring me even greater success.  The point is I carried on my mother’s struggle to give me a better life, never realizing I was ignoring the real things in life as I pushed towards a better future.  It is time to slow down a little and embrace matters of the soul let uncultivated, but I still want to secure a future I can be proud of.

The answer to my plight is the answer for anyone who truly desires a full heart and settled soul.  My work must be my passion.  My work must provide meaning for my life.  My work must be my play.  If travel captivates my spirit and makes me feel alive, how can I embrace it and use it to build an income?  If nature and adventure lift me up, how can I experience nature and adventure everyday without leaving work?  How can I create a life’s work that forces me to look the important things in life face to face and leaves no excuse for letting it all slip away?

We can all start now by listening to our hearts.  Stop thinking of tommorow’s promises during today’s moment.  Instead, grab your lover by the hand and truly feel their touch and appreciate their being.  Pick up your old guitar and strum a tune or teach yourself to play the harmonica.  Go for a hike and push modern-day worries out of your mind, making room for the world’s sensory pleasures.  Go to the beach and swim in the waves, even if it is a little too cold today.  Force yourself to meet someone new.  Set aside the time to read a book.  Embrace the small things so often forgotten.  Because here is the critical point–pushing and pushing your mind to find your purpose or your big idea is not always the best way to get the motor running.  Sometimes you just need to relax and let things flow.  Do what you love and your heart, mind, body, and soul will thank you for it.  

And in the end doing what you love will lead you to your passion.

It really is stranger than fiction…

Satisfying Wanderlust

Lately, I cannot get my mind off my list of Ways to Make Your Moment Count.  I have a severe case of wanderlust, and I am determined to find a way to make money and start traveling at the same time.  On a similar thread, I would like to find a way to accomplish these goals and help promote a green lifestyle.  How can I do all these things at once? 

One idea I have come up with is to turn this into an eco-travelogue.  Since I still need to come up with the money to really start traveling, I will start here at my new home in Santa Cruz by exploring ways to appreciate the local natural wonders with a minimal impact on the environment.  I will also include resources for people actually traveling in this area for transportation and lodging.  While I am still in Santa Cruz, I will be able to come home and sleep at night, and my adventures will be limited to my days off since I still have to work to pay my bills.  But it is my hope that I can build traffic and start venturing into other areas of California and America, until I can build the online income that will allow me to venture further into the world. 

Santa Cruz is a good place to start because it is well known for its environmental awareness and natural beauty.  I can get up close and personal with Nature here by surfing, hiking, and kayaking.  As a traveler, these activities break down the gap between man and his environment.  They take the tourist away from shopping and back to the basics of human nature.  And that is what travel (and life) should really be about.

Travel writing has always been a dream of mine, but is it already played out?  Can it still be done?  Would an eco-travel slant be enough to set my blog apart?  I guess anything in life can be achieved if you really put out enough effort.