Here is a listing of all the photos I have posted so far. Enjoy!

Africa

Europe

Mongolia

Korea

China

Signage

Laos

Vietnam and Cambodia

Thailand

Malaysia and Singapore

Australia

Hey Mate, How Ya Goin'?

I arrived in Australia and felt like I was in... America. Sure they talk a little funny and drive on the other side of the road but other than that I was in a parallel universe. They speak English, listen to the same music, watch the same television shows, drive pick-up trucks (or utes) dress in a similar fashion (with a little more emphasis on the shorts with long socks combo) and even call soccer, "soccer". But I decided the best thing about landing in Australia on that March day was realizing that the nearest squat toilet was hundreds of kilometers away!

Australia is about the same size as the U.S. minus Alaska but instead of lots of corn in the middle they've got a lot of dessert. As a result most people live close to the coastline and surf a lot. And not only is their country of a similar size but Australia's history is remarkably similar to that of the U.S. When America got its independence, Britian had to find a new place to send convicts. They started sending them to Australia and eventually people started to want to go there on their own. They've got a similar abysmal track record with the native population. Australia's even got its own gold rush and wave of European immigration after WWII. What they don't have is a war of independence. Apparently Australia still can be bossed around by the Queen of England. Her face is even on the money.

Australia is pretty isolated because it sits out in its own little corner of the world and doesn't seem to make a lot of fuss. It doesn't get a lot of international media attention (well, maybe that's because they don't have any nukes) but they certainly seem to pay attention to American politics. By watching the nightly news I can stay up to date on the latest U.S. political scandals. Not that I particularly care anyway but I could if I wanted to.

I started my journey through Australia by visiting Perth. Perth's claim to fame is that it is the most isolated city of its size in the world. How enticing! Anyway, it was nice to readjust to western culture after all the months I spent wandering around Asia. Perth is also one of Australia's newest cities so on the walking tour it wasn't surprising to find that one of the highlights was "check out the really cool tree in front of the hospital." Apparently I had found a country with even less history than my own.

Melbourne was up next and brags about being voted one of the world's most liveable cities. I have to admit it is a really cool city. It has a really nice artistic and fun vibe. And lots of guys walking around wearing really skinny jeans.

I moved on north to Sydney where I got to see the famous Sydney Opera House. It looked a lot smaller than in my imagination but impressive nonetheless. In Sydney I also got to go to my first Australian zoo. I loved seeing the kangaroos, wallabees, wombats, emus and koalas. One of the fascinating things I noticed (or couldn't miss based on their loud squaking) was all the birds that look as if they've escaped from the zoo but are in fact native to the area. Cockatoos and parrots noisily fly around the city all day.

Brisbane was next then the beach towns of Byron Bay and Noosa Heads and finally the world's largest sand island: Fraser Island. I went on a camping trip that allows backpackers to cram themselves into a 4x4 and drive all over the island, even on the beach. The island was absolutely beautiful but we literally had to fight off the dingoes at our campsite at night.

Further north I stopped in the town of 1770 where I went snorkeling at the Great Barrier Reef. The fish were just as beautiful and amazing as my previous snorkeling experiences but this time I got to swim for a few minutes with a gigantic manta ray. It was similar to the experience of swimming with whale sharks in Mozambique.

I headed back to Sydney next and attempted to use my Working Holiday Visa. The thing is just about every backpacker in Australia is trying to do the same thing. I had a brief stint as a cable salesman before deciding that it was time to move on.

I really like the Aussies (pronounced "Ozzies" just so you know) with their friendly "no worries" attitude. I'm going to miss being in a place where I can say "keen," "heaps"and "reckon" in the same sentence and still be regarded as completely normal. And I'll definitely miss being called Love, Darling, and Doll. Now, if you'll excuse me I think I'll make a visit to the bottle shop one last time for a little bit of goon before I head on over to Argentina.

Same Same but Different

I found out where all the Swedes go in winter in case you were wondering. They all flock to Thailand and I don't blame them. In my opinion sand and sun is much better than snow and darkness. But anyway, I found myself in Thailand at the end of January to meet up with some friends. We were in Phuket and filled our days with beaches and our nights in tacky bars with go-go dancers. Eventually we did break up the pattern by visiting Koh Phi Phi Island for a snorkeling trip. It was my first experience snorkeling in tropical waters and it was amazing. I saw just about every type of fish featured in Finding Nemo. The water was incredibly clear and on the white, sandy beaches the shells can sometimes surprise you by suddenly moving because there's a hermit crab inside them.

I can see why so many tourists visit Thailand and it's not just the scenery. The food is incredible as well. When I got to Thailand I was excited to try my favorite dishes that I had at the Thai restaurants back home. But the most confusing part about eating food in Thailand (and this goes for Laos as well) is that you're supposed to eat your meal using a fork and a spoon. And the crazy thing is that the Thais don't ever put the fork in their mouth, they just use it to pile stuff onto the spoon. So whoever introduced the fork to this region of the world didn't really do a very good job. Anyway, it tastes delicious no mater how you eat it.

Eventually it was time to head to Bangkok. I fought through the smog to visit some of the palaces and temples, got my teeth cleaned (no cavities!) and a genuine Thai massage (more of a test of my flexibility) but the highlight would have to be one of the day trips that I took. The day started early and while waiting for the tour to get organized I heard some cheering from a nearby bar. I would assume that the bar was full of Americans because they were cheering about a touchdown that the Steelers had just scored in the Superbowl. It was strange to see them drinking coffee instead of beer while watching the game but then again it was eight in the morning. Kind of made me miss home for a minute but then I realized where I was going that day and got over it.

Once everyone got sorted and we were on our way we had to stop at a few boring (OK, OK, important) memorials before we got to the elephant ride. It brought back memories of riding elephants at the circus but somehow the elephants seemed a lot smaller than in my memories. Next was a waterfall with plenty of interesting tropical birds flying around. And then finally we made it to the Tiger Temple. The Tiger Temple is run by monks who first adopted an orphaned tiger and now have lots of tigers that tourists are allowed to pet and pose for pictures with. It was a little disappointing that there was such a huge number of tourists and you were moved around so quickly. Instead of actually getting to experience being up close with a tiger it felt a lot more like a photo opportunity. At least in Africa there was a sense of danger when I was in the lion cage since the guards had some very large guns strapped to their backs and there was nobody waiting in line.

One more stop at another Thai beach on the way south to witness some fire twirling, fire jump rope and participate in fire limbo (did I mention that they're not big on lawsuits in this part of the world). Finally, after deciding that the Thais were just not very generous with visas these days it was time to go to my next destination: Malaysia.

I continued south where the weather got hotter and the culture got conservative. Malaysia is predominately Muslim but thanks to lots of Chinese immigrants there are still plenty of places to buy a beer.

I started out in Penang and loved the combination of Maylay, Chinese, Indian and British cultures living together. I especially enjoyed eating all the different types of food they brought with them. It was also fun to wander around (while tying not to get too sweaty) looking at the great colonial architecture.

Next I was on my way to a place where I could cool off and strawberries are grown year-round! The Cameron Highlands is where all sorts of fruits and vegetables are grown and tourists come to look at them. There are also some really incredible hiking trails. My favorite one went through the "Mossy Forest". I visited my very first apiary (where bees are raised), a tea plantation and a couple butterfly farms but my favorite place was definitely the strawberry farm. I made friends with a wonderful guy from Bangladesh who was running the place. He insisted on feeding me all the free strawberries and whipped cream I could eat. I think he liked me.

Onward to my next stop called Pulau Perhentian Kecil, or in other words, paradise. The island had just opened up after the monsoon season so things hadn't gotten crowded yet. The sand was white the water was clear and the nightly fish barbecues were delicious. It's one of those places where you literally lose track of time. The snorkeling trip was even better than in Thailand. This time I not only go to see Nemo fish but sea turtles, sharks and sting rays. The sea turtles also came on the beach at night to lay their eggs.

I tagged along with some of the people I met on the beach to one of the most Muslim cities in Malaysia: Kota Bharu. The museums were pretty interesting but one night we were wandering around and found what looked to be a night market taking place. Upon further investigation we saw the usual animal parts, clothes and food for sale. After sitting down on the nearby lawn to drink the super sweet colorful drinks we had bought we realized that we might be a little out of place. People were gathering around and a curious woman came over to talk to us. Turns out we were at a very conservative Muslim right-wing political rally. Hmm...there goes any chance of getting security clearance anytime in the near future. We stayed for a few minutes not understanding what the guy at the microphone was saying but observing everything around us. Eventually we felt uncomfortable enough to head out of there.

Taman Negara was where I decided to go next. Time for some more jungle trekking! This was real rainforest. I did a two-day hike through the rainforest where I donated some blood to the local leech population. I was hoping to see some elephants or tigers but instead saw deer, squirrels, woodpeckers and spiders. Pretty much the same stuff I see in my backyard at home. Oh well, I guess it is a little different when they're rainforest squirrels. Ok it wasn't all disappointing. I really enjoyed the challenge of a long hike and felt stronger and happier having accomplished it. The other highlights of Taman Negara were getting to go up on the canopy walkways and seeing the frightening and smelly bat caves.

I was a little bit apprehensive when I arrived in Singapore. I was afraid of doing something like breaking a law I didn't know about. And it was a bit of a culture shock being in a big city after so much time in the forest. The westerners who live there will tell you Singapore is like living in the movie "The Truman Show". They say it feels like a movie set because something that's broken will be fixed by the time you see it the next day. I witnessed this myself. I saw some graffiti on a wall that I hadn't noticed the day before but it was gone the next day when I walked past again. It makes you second-guess yourself whether it was there at all. The city is incredibly efficient and clean just like I had heard it would be. The other thing about Singapore is that they supposedly speak English. However, I can't understand them and they have a hard time understanding me. They speak their own version of English called Singlish and have a strange habit of adding "la" onto the end of their sentences.

By this time I had been in Asia for almost seven months. I had gotten pretty good at eating and drinking my dinner out of a plastic bag but it was time to embark on my next adventure: Australia.

Tuk-tuk? Motobike? Massaaaaaaaage?

Apparently the travel gods were not so happy about my arrival in Vietnam since it started raining nonstop for about ten days after I crossed the border. It wasn't even the wet season. I was back in a land of chopsticks and pagodas as I saw the familiar Chinese influence everywhere.

I soon found out that crossing the street in Vietnam is much different than anything else I have encountered in the world. Instead of a long line of cars the street is filled with thundering motorbikes. If you're not easily intimidated it's possible to step off the curb and have the traffic flow around you like water. It is very important to walk at a regular and predictable pace because any hesitation could cause confusion for the motorbike drivers and possibly an accident. The rain doesn't seem to be a problem either. The locals just throw on a colorful plastic poncho and try to avoid any puddles. And when the weather's nice everyone wears the ever-so-fashionable surgical masks.

It's amazing what they can carry on those motorbikes. They can load them up with huge bags of rice or carry dinner home without spilling. I've seen caskets and full-length mirrors on the back that don't even get a second glance from the locals. But hands-down the strangest thing I witnessed was when I saw someone get the shopkeeper to load up a decent sized refrigerator onto the back of his motorbike, grab onto it with his arm and take off without even tying the thing down. The shopkeeper saw my astonished expression when he turned around and just kind of let out a little chuckle and a shrug.

I have to admit I was expecting hostility from the locals due to the "American War" of my parent's generation. But even outside the tourist areas I was surprised to find friendly, curious locals and strangers that waved hello as I walked the street. There are reminders and memorials of the war scattered around the country. I visited a few like the War Remnants Museum in Ho Chi Minh and the site of the My Lai Massacre. I feel that as an American it was good to get the other side's perspective of what took place. I've seen Vietnamese landscapes in the movies but instead of bombs and helicopters it was reassuring to know I could visit this beautiful country and enjoy all the things it has to offer.

Actually one of the the very plentiful things that Vietnam offers to the world is bootlegged stuff. The Vietnamese have no issue with copyright infringement. It's fun and interesting to spot new and different ways to rip off brands. The "Gucci" store definitely does not sell anything by Gucci. The bottled water I bought looked remarkably similar to Pepsi's brand minus a letter or two. Of course everyone has heard of the copied DVDs, music and clothes brands but Vietnam was the first place I saw people walking around selling stacks of photocopied bestsellers. Every page has been copied and bound with a cover to resemble an authentic book. Clever.

The first city I visited was Hue. Tension was in the air because Vietnam was playing Thailand in the final match of a big tournament. I got my face painted with the Vietnam flag and got many cheers and even an offer for a free tuk-tuk ride because of my show of support. Vietnam ended up winning in the final second of the game that night. The enthusiasm was overwhelming. There was a lot of celebration and flag-waving in the streets. It's good to be on the winning side.

I stopped in Hoi'an next which is famous for tailor shops. It was very exciting to think about getting clothes and shoes tailor made but I ended up being disappointed in the quality. Oh well at least I got to celebrate New Years there and ended up having a great time.

I visited a few more villages and then made it to hectic Ho Chi Minh city before deciding it was time to move on to my next destination: Cambodia.

Upon arrival in Cambodia I couldn't figure out why all the cash machines only dispense US dollars. I went around looking for something that would give me the local currency out of the ATM. Eventually I asked someone and was able to figure out that Cambodia uses US dollars for their currency and the local "Reil" is used for any change under a dollar. Hmm... well it was nice to use the familiar greenbacks for a while after all the strange currencies I had been using in the past year.

I was in Phnom Penh. Besides witnessing for the first time people riding on top of the bus I got to see things like the King's Palace, a gigantic stupa in the middle of the city and walk along the river. But sadly one of the reasons so many tourists visit the capital is to learn about the country's tragic past.

One of the first books I read when I set off on my journey was George Orwell's novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four. It was written in 1949 but little did he know that the fictional world he imagined would manifest itself just 30 years later when the Khmer Rouge came to power in Cambodia.

In an effort to create a perfect society where everyone was "equal," the Khmer Rouge rounded up everyone in Phnom Penh and marched the ones who could make it to the countryside to work in the fields. Many wealthy or educated people were immediately killed. It was dangerous to even wear eyeglasses as it was seen as a sign of intelligence. Money was abolished, temples, libraries and anything western was destroyed, families were split up, talking to one another in conversation was prohibited, black was the only color permitted to be worn. Marriages were arranged by the Khmer Rouge for the sole purpose of procreation. Any violation of the rules meant you risked being sent away. Most likely to a prison where you were tortured until you confessed to doing something that was punishable by death.

It's not known how many people died during the regime but estimates range from one to three million. Most died of executions, overwork, starvation and disease. Much of the rice being produced on the farms ended up being sent to China in order to buy more weapons.

It's astonishing that something on this scale could have taken place so recently. It really doesn't get the attention it deserves in western society. Very few of the leaders were ever punished.

I visited one of the prisons where people were sent to be tortured. In what was once a school before it became a prison, the S-21 prison is a haunting and somber place to visit. The most moving part is the mug shots on display of all the prisoners that passed through. Each expression is different. Some look defiant while others look shocked and scared out of their mind.

The other place that you can visit is the "Killing Fields" where the people who were tortured and killed are buried in shallow mass graves. It is not for the feint of heart.

Feeling lucky to be alive I headed for my next destination. Sihanoukville is a typical Cambodian city but with a lot of great beaches. I didn't realize how low-key everything was until later when I had the beaches of Thailand to compare it to. It was great to chill out with some fellow travelers, eat fruit and drink coconuts. It was my first taste of the famed tropical paradises in Southeast Asia.

I made my way to Siem Reap where I fought off the fiercely competitive tuk-tuk drivers and see one of the highlights of Southeast Asia: Ankor Wat. But the night before I stayed up late to witness a significant moment back home in the States: the inauguration of President Obama. The guy running the bar I was in gave out free shots and we toasted to the new president. I even received a few congratulations myself. Things were looking up for the way Americans were starting to be perceived.

Ankor Wat is is a really big temple out in the middle of the jungle and it's surrounded by lots of other similar temples of various ages and states of repair. I spent a day seeing a lot of them and climbing to the top of most of them. The temples really were incredible. My favorites were where some of trees had grown in or around the buildings as if they were reclaiming the space where the were built.

As a result of all the climbing and exploring my muscles got very sore. It was time to get back to relaxing on the beach! I was off to join the sunburned Scandinavians in Thailand.

Welcome to the Jungle

China was starting to get very cold by mid-November so I decided that it was time to warm up on the beaches of Thailand. I just had to make my way across the little country of Laos to get there. The Chinese official at the border carefully scrutinized my passport and looked up several times to see that my photo and face matched to his satisfaction. He then gave me an expressionless "OK" and handed over my passport. I then proceeded over to the Laos side of the border. Once there I had to find someone to wake up the guy who could sell me a visa. I filled out the paperwork and the slightly groggy but very friendly border official eventually processed my visa and wished me well. I had just had my first introduction to the most laid-back country I have ever visited. A few more fun and interesting days later I had put off my plans for Thailand and ended up staying in Laos for over a month.

In China I had met locals who made me feel like the only westerner they had ever seen. In Laos I was about to enter the world of classic backpacking culture: flip-flops, dreadlocks and comfortable loose-fitting pants. Everywhere I looked there were girlfriends toting around obliging boyfriends and groups of guys ready to find some thrills. My first stop was the town of Muang Sing near the Chinese border. I met up with a group of travelers who were as new to Laos as I was. Together we discovered the wonders of Lao Lao (a very strong alcoholic drink that gives you a terrible hangover) and the small-town clubbing scene. Somehow we got invited the next night to a pig roast at the house of a man named Mr. Deth. It was a night of great food, lots of singing and large quantities of Beer Lao (the national beer).

My next adventure with the same group of travelers was hiking in the mountainous jungle near Luang Namtha. We decided on a three-day journey through uninhabited jungle. I had to struggle to hike up and down the steep hills but our local guides breezed through the trail in flip-flops while smoking cigarettes. The jungle was strangely silent and we didn't see any wildlife except insects and what we thought might have been a bird. But if you count leeches we saw tons of wildlife. The first day was a constant battle against the painful little suckers but the situation got better as the trail got more elevated.


For food on the trek I was introduced to local food and traditions. Sticky rice is the staple food. It is eaten with the hands and dipped or scooped into other dishes that are eaten communally. We ate off a banana leaf and I soon found out that banana leaves have many uses besides tablecloths. They are used as a very environmentally friendly packaging for food. Though often the leaf-wrapped food gets put into plastic bags anyway. I was also impressed at the skills our guides had with bamboo and a machetes. They carve up a cup for drinking in a matter of minutes.


Back in civilization after trekking through jungle it was sad to notice the scale of forest destruction taking place. Slash-and-burn farming is commonplace. Jungle gets replaced with rice farms and immense rubber tree plantations. And it's not as if all the environmental and social issues in Laos result just from the people living there. It's hard to believe that the smiling, gentle Laos people live in the most bombed country on Earth. And who do you think bombed them? That's right, I had stumbled onto yet another country that I didn't know had been bombed by the United States. But to my credit it is known as "the secret war". The U.S. tried to bomb the Vietnamese troops that moved through Laos during the Vietnam war and dropped more bombs than during the whole of the second world war. Many failed to detonate and still continue to kill or injure lots of people today.


I stopped in Luang Prabang to do some scenic strolling through the streets and see a few temples and waterfalls. Then it was on to a very interesting destinations in Laos: Vang Vieng. The bus ride there was slow, bumpy and uncomfortable but went through some of the most amazing scenery in the country. The mist-covered mountains reminded me of pictures I've seen of the landscape surrounding Machu Picchu in Peru.

When I arrived in Vang Vieng I had to do a double-take when I saw tourists just lying around in the restaurants. All the restaurants in this backpacking town seemed to have the same business model: cushions for reclining while you eat and a continuous loop of bootlegged Friends episodes playing loudly on the television.

(Mom, if you're reading this you can skip this paragraph.) But the strangest thing about this town was that it was common to see many of the tourists limping or bandaged up as they moved about on the streets. This is because the main activity for backpackers in Vang Vieng is tubing. There were all kinds of rumors about deaths and paralyzation and it is easy to see why. Take a few backpackers, put them in inner tubes on the river, give them lots of alcohol (plus a free shot of Lao Lao with every drink) at the bars along the way, throw in a few gigantic rope swings, slides and mud pits and you have a recipe for a lot of dangerous but very thrilling lawsuit-free fun!


Onward to the most laid-back capital city on the planet with the French name of Vientiane. Happily for us travelers we were thrilled to find that the French had left behind a few wine and cheese shops, French cafes and baguettes at every corner street cart. There are also some stunning temples and buildings to visit. The tuk-tuk (a tuk-tuk is a sort of small pick-up truck that makes a sound like "tuk-tuk-tuk" and is used as a taxi) drivers in the city are hilarious because they all have hammocks in the back. Occasionally it's necessary to wake someone up if you need a ride. I was also surprised to see so many Soviet flags displayed. When I asked someone about it I discovered that many Laos people are just big fans of communism.


Next it was time for an adventure. We went to a village where there was a river that flowed under a mountain. It was possible to take a boat ride through the cave to the other side so that's what we did. It was a little scary but still lots of fun. There were no hotels so we did a homestay in the village and were introduced to village life in Laos. The family actually spent the evening watching television together. I felt right at home.

Savanahket is pretty sleepy town and I was there for only a day or two. So the only thing I really remember about that place is that we were there on a Friday night and were wandering down the street and stumbled upon a celebration. It was insisted that we join in the revelry. We still have no idea what what being celebrated because nobody spoke English but it was lots of fun and even grandma ended up drinking a little too much. In exchange for the good times and some booze we taught them the Hokey Pokey.

After stopping along the way to take in a few more waterfalls and coffee farms I ended up in Don Det which is in a region called the Four-Thousand Islands. Yes, even though Laos is a landlocked country they really do have lots of islands. The islands are located on the mighty Mekong River. And what better place to celebrate Christmas than on an island in the sun? Time to party! Again! I celebrated with a big group of travelers which even included a Dutch girl that I had originally met while in Ethiopia. We started out talking about different traditions and how each of us celebrated Christmas back home but ended up deciding that the Swedes had it best. Everyone got up and danced and sang around a palm tree. The Swedes insisted that they really do dance and sing in a circle around the Christmas tree back home and that they really weren't making this up. (It made a lot more sense after lots of Beer Lao.)

Laos was lots of fun but eventually it was time to move on. Next stop: Vietnam.

Photos

Here is a listing of all the photos I have posted so far. Enjoy!

Africa

Europe

Mongolia

Korea

China

Signage

Laos

Slurp, Spit, Shove

After many failed attempts in childhood to dig my way to China I finally arrived by plane in mid-October. I started out in Beijing where the Olympics had just recently finished. So one of my first stops was the Olympic village. I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get to watch much of the Olympics during my travels but it was still very exciting to see the buildings that I had heard so much about like the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube. There definitely weren't as many crowds present as during the Olympic games but the Olympic village has become a new tourist site for visitors to the city. The futuristic buildings and perfectly symmetrical trees lining the wide open spaces made me feel as though I was walking through an architectural drawing.

Beijing is huge enough that what looks like only a short distance on a map can take a very long time to reach. But eventually I made my way to other tourist sites like the Great Wall and the Forbidden City. I was so amazed by the Forbidden City that I spent an entire day there and I think I could have spent another. It was huge and a perfect introduction to the architecture and wealth of history in China.

While in Beijing I got my first taste of real Chinese food. One of my favorite things to eat was stuff on a stick. At night vendors line the streets and have tables full of everything you could possible think of that fits on a stick. You pick out what you want and they'll grill or fry it for you right in front of you. And of course I ate lots and lots of noodles that are supposed to be slurped loudly because that kind of noise is not considered impolite.

What is also not considered impolite is spitting. The Chinese looove to spit. Even old grandmothers will make the disgusting sounds of clearing their throat and letting one fly. At first I was intrigued and joined right in but then it got old and it got annoying hearing and seeing people do it all the time. I decided I didn't like it.

After Beijing I headed southwest to my next Chinese city, Xi'an to see the famous Terracotta Warriors. The site is huge and I was surprised to see that most of it is not yet excavated. The warriors that you see in photos have all been painstakingly glued back together once they get dug up. And what's even more amazing is that the tomb was found because a farmer was drilling a well and noticed some pieces of pottery. By looking at the location of where he drilled you can see that if he had dug even just a foot or two in the other direction he would have never found this gigantic burial. I saw some Pagodas, city walls and towers in Xi'an during the next few days but my next destination was Luoyang to see the very impressive Longman Caves.

I was surprised to find that China's tourist destinations are not full of Western tourists but of Chinese tourists. Imagine the busloads of Asian tourists you know and love back home in the US, multiply it by about one billion and you will get an idea of what a tourist spot in China looks like. They take photos of just about anything. Including me. At first I thought that I was just accidentally getting in the way of their photos but it turns out they were pointing those expensive-looking lenses in my direction on purpose. Eventually I encountered people who would ask first or wanted to pose with me and I was more than willing to do so. I was a little relieved to realize that I wasn't imagining it and that that everyone really was staring at me! Especially on the train rides.

My first introduction to train travel in China was quite an experience but I soon got the hang of it. Everyone sits in the waiting area until literally five minutes before the train boards. Then your ticket is checked and you are allowed to pass through the gates and try to catch your train which can be pretty far from the waiting area. Don't be afraid to push and shove because that's the best way of getting a seat if you haven't been assigned a seat number. Be sure to bring a container for your green tea. Boiling water is provided so you can also make instant noodles for yourself whenever you get hungry. Be sure to pack lots of seeds whether they're sunflower, pumpkin, or pine nut because cracking them open and spitting the shell on the floor is a perfect way to pass the time on your long journey. And bring enough to share. One of my favorite train rides was when I sat next to a woman who shared her pumpkin seeds with me. She spoke no English but seemed to be very intrigued with this western girl sitting next to her. She even checked the roots of my hair to see if it was the real color. She had no hair of her own because she was dressed as a monk and had it all shaved off. Another time I had a conversation with a guy and we were talking about how so many things are made in China. "Yes" he said, "and very good quality too." I think he truly believed that. My past experience with Chinese products would prove otherwise but I didn't have the heart to contradict him.

Anyway, back to the Longman Caves in Luoyang. They reminded me a lot of the caves I had seen back in Turkey minus the gigantic statues. It's incredible how two "cultural relics" on opposite sides of the world can look so similar. I say cultural relics because that is what all important historical objects and sites are called in China. Signs will tell you "Don't score on the cultural relic" or "it's duty of us that obligation cultural relic". Couldn't understand that last one? It wasn't a typo. The Chinese struggle a bit with the translation on signs. I've seen signs that say "Be careful of your treasures" to mean you should watch your belongings or "Don't throw something dirty on the floor". It's as if someone was handed a thesaurus and told to go crazy. You can kind of understand what they mean and they're good for a laugh so I hope nobody ever decides to correct them.

It's not as if I hadn't made a few mistakes of my own in China. One day I stopped in a restaurant mainly because it had a picture menu and that usually makes ordering food easier. I pointed to the meal that I wanted and was startled to find that I had accidentally ordered not the drumstick-rice-veggie-duck egg meal that I had intened but the duck head-rice-veggie-duck egg meal that I was served. Oops. A second glance at the picture and I figured out that it really is a duck head in the picture. I ate everything else on the plate besides the duck head and the guy even complimented me on my chopstick abilities (many Chinese seemed to be very impressed that I knew how to use chopsticks) but noticed that I didn't finish eating my duck head when I was ready to pay. I think he was asking me if I wanted to take the duck head with me but I just smiled and vowed to try some duck at a different place next time.

Eventually I found myself in Shanghai where the smog is think, the buildings are tall and the bikes are plentiful. Actually that probably describes a lot of cities in China. Actually I could probably describe Shanghai with two words "under construction". The building frenzy is completely out of control. Anyway, there were some interesting sites to see in Shanghai like the French Concession, the Bund and the Shanghai Museum. I was in Shanghai when the results of the American election were announced. I had to find someone who knew who had won. Needless to say I did not see any dancing in the streets like I heard about back home.

My next stop was the very pretty town of Fenghuang. I met some Chinese people who were about my age and were spending the weekend in Fenghuang as well. They invited me to join their group and we spent some time seeing the sights and of course singing karaoke. I am embarassed to admit that they convinced me to sing Britney Spear's "Hit Me One More Time". I was sober. The drinking came later in the night when we had some good old Budweiser beer brewed in China.

I made a stop in the city of Kunming and then visited a smaller village where I made some conversation with the locals with my phrasebook and did some hiking where I saw lots of rubber trees. At night I ended up being invited to someone's birthday party which was of course celebrated with lots and lots of karaoke.

A month is really not enough time to see very much of China since it is such a huge country. But the weather was getting cold because it was mid-November and I was ready to head someplace warm. It was time to head south to Laos.

Kraaaazy Korea

The bright lights and crowded streets of Seoul were a bit overwhelming after all that peacefulness on the Mongolian Steppes. I had almost decided to go straight to China. But then I couldn't resist the urge to impress every Korean I meet for the rest of my life by visiting that quirky little peninsula out in the Pacific known as South Korea. I grew up in Northern Virginia and have known plenty of Korean-Americans. So when I arrived in Korea and stood amongst the sea of people all around me on the busy sidewalk I couldn't help but think to myself "So this is where they all come from!"

I started my exploration of the country in Seoul where I given a wonderful tour by a friend of the family. The tall skyscrapers, throngs of busy people, and large, efficient subway system were exactly what I had imagined experiencing in my first visit to a large Asian city. I was excited to throw out some random Korean phrases that I had learned back home such as "I'm hungry" and "where is the trashcan?" I was thrilled to be told that I have excellent pronunciation. I don't even think they were saying it just to be nice!

I visited the usual temples and tourist sites in Seoul and waved hello to North Korea at the Demilitarized Zone but one of the most intriguing experiences in Seoul and my first Korean television appearance was when I went to a ProLeague match. I'm sure most of you have never heard of ProLeague so I will explain. It is professional video gaming and works very similar to a professional sport in the US. Fans go to a "stadium" to watch two teams compete. The uniformed players (mostly teenagers who are paid to do this and devote about eight hours a day to training) compete head to head up on two booths on the stage. The action gets projected up on the main screen for the audience and three commentators talk strategy and statistics. At least that's what I'm assuming they were talking about since it was in Korean. The whole thing is nationally televised. Not many westerners frequent the matches so it was no surprise that they had to get a close-up of the westerner sitting in the audience. I saw myself on television during a rerun about a week later waving at the camera. I had a hard time following what was going on in the match but soon figured out that depending on which side of the audience of screaming girls was louder was the one that was in the lead. And then all of a sudden without warning there is a winner! The thrill of victory! The agony of defeat! All I could do was shake my head and say to myself "only in Korea..."

My next stop was the southern coastal city to which I owe my existence, Busan. My parents met there over 35 years ago while my father was in the Army and my mother was teaching on the base. The American base doesn't exist anymore but I finally got to see the city that I have heard about all my life. I met up with some more "extended family" who were very generous in showing me around the city and introducing me to some very delicious food.

Can't make up your mind as to what to have for dinner in Korea? Not a problem! You can get a little bit of everything. Literally. Whenever you order something off the menu your table automatically starts to fill up with tiny side dishes that also double as your entertainment for the night. It's possible to spend a few hours sitting around with friends and throwing out guesses as to what it is you just put in your mouth and most likely the Koreans can only tell you the Korean word for it. But of course the most famous, beloved and recognizable side dish guaranteed to be served with every meal is good old kimchi. I don't really get why the Koreans love this spicy, garlicy fermented cabbage so much but they go absolutely crazy over it.

So when I got to my third Korean city, Gwangju, and heard about the kimchi festival that would be taking place while I was there I knew this was something I had to witness. My visit to Korea coincided with peak festival time in the country and I had already seen some very enthusiastic Koreans enjoying festivals in Seoul and Busan.

I was visiting a friend of a friend who introduced me to the wonderful world of English teachers living in Gwangju. (Thanks Kent, Leah and Stuart for your hospitality!) Westerners there get to experience something akin to celebrity status. While at the kimchi festival my companion and I were assaulted with paparazzi-like photographers and were interviewed for both a radio and television program. I did my best to praise everything about kimchi but I wonder what their reaction would have been if I had told them the truth: all kimchi tastes the same to me and it's OK but in my opinion not necessary to eat with every meal.

If I had to pick one other thing that I thought Koreans love as much as kimchi I would say hiking would have to be it. Hiking is "Good for health!" But a Korean would not be caught dead on a trail unless they were wearing an outfit made of some high-tech fabric, top-of-the-line hiking boots, an oversized visor to keep the sun off the face and walking sticks even if it's only a two hour hike. And it's not as if they're hiking in the middle of nowhere. The trails can get very crowded when they all march up the mountain at the same time.

Drunken business men, people stopping me on the street to try to help me find God, soju (an alcoholic drink), taxi drivers blatently disregarding traffic lights, plastic food in restaurant windows, convenience stores on every corner (literally), neon crosses on churches, a world-class Biannle exhibit in Gwangju and free McDonalds delivery are a few more things that I will remember about my visit to Korea. But by the end of my two weeks there my legs were getting a little cramped up from all the sitting on the floor and that's when I knew I was ready for my next stop: China.

The Sound of Silence

Horses, mountains, sand dunes, lakes, yaks, gers, and nomads. Mongolia has so much and yet so much nothingness at the same time. With the lowest population density in the world at about 1.7 people per square kilometer and some parts having only about .3 people per square kilometer, it would seem like there is just a lot of open space. Well, there is a lot of open space but believe it or not there's also lots to see and do out in the middle of nowhere.

I arrived in Mongolia at the end of August and had just completed almost six full months of nomadic travel. Obviously there would be no better place for me than to visit with the real nomads of the Mongolian steppe. I arrived in the capital, Ulaan Baatar and met up with some strangers who were looking to take a long trip out to the countryside. We got ourselves a solid Russian van, a driver we called D.C. (who spoke no English except for "lunch" and "sleep"), some camping equipment, plenty of food and water and embarked on our three-week adventure.

We began by heading south towards the Gobi desert. Usually when you think of the desert you think of sand and more sand. While there was plenty of sand there was also a constantly changing landscape. Each moment that I looked out the window it looked completely different from the last. Rocky hills turned into grassy plains and then instantly into miles of dry brush for as far as the eye could see.

One of my favorite parts about camping in the middle of nowhere was that I could experience absolute silence. It was kind of eerie at times and I can now understand people when they say "the silence was deafening". Being out in the middle of nowhere is an amazing experience. I recommend the Gobi to anyone who wants to get away from civilization for a while and feel like they're walking on the moon. Well, without the whole zero gravity and no atmosphere thing. While we were in this region the sky got so completely dark at night and without clouds so that we could see an absolutely amazing star display. It wasn't hard to spot a shooting star every few minutes.

The highlight of my time in the Gobi was when we visited Khongor Els. This is where there are gigantic sand dunes rising right up out of a riverbed area and in front of some very majestic mountains. The scenery was just unreal before and after an approaching storm that left a rainbow in its wake. We had lots of fun sliding on the dunes and not so much fun getting completely sandblasted when the wind picked up. I am also proud to say that I got to ride my very first camel.

Another highlight was getting to see 5,000 year old rock carvings that would obviously be a huge tourist attraction with hundreds of souvenir stalls if they existed in a western country. It is a much different experience getting to discover something for yourself instead of signs telling you what you're supposed to see and where to see it. I found the feeling similar to waking up after our first night of camping and getting to see huge wild rams butting heads with each other (the kind that stand up and run at each other on two legs). Or seeing little birds follow our van like dolphins playing in a ship's wake. And seeing gigantic eagles spread their wings and fly away as we approached.

From there we headed northwest towards an area that the guidebook said was not frequented much by tourists. We ended up being invited to stay with many different families and sometimes got to sleep in the gers (easily transportable Mongolian houses made of wood and felt). Even though we couldn't speak the same language we were able to communicate through phrase books and photographs. There were of course rounds of vodka and even airag which is fermented mare's milk. If you think that sounds gross you should see what they go through to get the milk. Those Mongolian horses are definitely half wild. And we thought the goats they taught us to milk were hard!

Mongolians move their homes a few times a year so they can't grow crops and rely almost entirely on their animals. In fact, after travelling over miles and miles of terrain we saw only one lonely potato patch. They eat a lot of dairy products and drink "tea" that's almost entirely made of milk. This is where I would love to say we had some fantastic goat, yak and cow cheese but am sad to report that Mongolia has a truly pathetic cheese scene. The Europeans in our group barely managed to suffer through the drought. However, no matter where we went we were always offered to try the beloved airul which is rock hard dried cheese curds. Sounds delicious, right? OK it wasn't all bad. I have to say the fresh yak cream with sugar and fried bready things were great.

Life on the road is not so glamorous. Water is scarce in Mongolia so that means people don't bathe much. Since we were camping every night and living the Mongolian lifestyle I had only one shower during our three week trip. Occasionally we would stop the van if we saw a creek or would wash ourselves if we camped near a lake but for the most part we were "roughing it". We were proud of the dirt under our fingernails!

Roads in Mongolia don't really exist as we know them. Most roads are just dirt tracks that wander around, merge with others, become eight lanes across and then disappear. Sometimes we would even have to make our own. The ride was so rough we even came up with a bump level system to warn each other about the likelihood of our heads hitting the ceiling. Most times we couldn't figure out how D.C. knew where he was going. There are absolutely no signs to tell you where you are and each rocky outcrop looks exactly like the other. We found it hilarious when D.C. would pull over off the "road" when we hadn't seen another vehicle all day. Or how some of the tourists sites were out in the middle of vast stretches of land but still had parking lots.

We eventually made our way up north to a lake region. We visited an inactive volcano and got to ride horses. A strange thing about the lakes that we saw is that there are no boats. They don't seem to fit into the nomadic lifestyle. And fish doesn't fit into their diets. So if anyone has been looking for a perfect fishing spot I can give you some pretty good tips.

By this time we decided we were a bit tired of Mongolian food and let me explain why. All Mongolian dishes can be created from these ingredients: noodles or rice, onions, carrots, cabbage, potatoes, and meat of various animals. It's understandable that these types of foods fit in with their lifestyle but we were craving something that wasn't chopped up to little bits or boiled to death. We got D.C. to take us to town and after about a half hour search we found someone willing to sell us a cut of meat. We were expecting maybe some goat meat if we were lucky but we somehow managed to get ourselves a fantastic piece of yak meat. Since we didn't have a grill we improvised with what we had. We cooked that yak meat George Foreman style between two rocks we heated in the campfire. It was the best steak I have ever eaten.

And finally, I cannot write about Mongolia and not mention the man who created the largest land empire the world has ever seen. Mongolians view Genghis Khan not as a murderous violent ruler as he's perceived in the west, but a legendary revered conqueror. (Interesting fact: scientists have figured out eight percent of males living in the former Mongol empire are his direct descendants. That's .5% of the world's male population or 16 million people) He is honored today with a big statue in the capital and his name on Mongolia's top brand of vodka.

Next up: Korea!

Club Ukraine

When I first stepped out of the train station in Moscow my first thought was that it feels a lot like home. The streets are wide, full of SUVs, buildings and monuments are built on a gigantic scale and the weather was hot and humid. It came as a bit of a shock to someone who has been strolling around quaint (by the way the British love to make fun of Americans for using this word) European cities for a while. Moscow would fit right in if you lined it up next to most of the cities you see in the U.S. It got me thinking about all the things Russia and the United States have in common. For instance, both have an eagle as the national symbol but ours only has only one head.

But let me tell you what I have been up to since leaving Turkey. After a second failed attempt at a Russian visa in Bucharest (the first attempt was made in Turkey) I continued north and arrived in Kiev, Ukraine during the last days of July. It was no small feat finding my way to the hostel by Metro not only because of the lack of English but also the lack of signs. As I was exploring the city I found that more so than anywhere else I've traveled (especially Africa) people were mistaking me for a local. They would ask me something and I would have to communicate to them that I had no idea what they just said. I figured out the first two people were asking me for the time. When a third person asked me something I just held up my wrist for her to look at my watch. Maybe she was asking me where I got my stylish shoes or where I got my hair done because she was not asking me for the time. Anyway, it made her laugh. And I was told that in this part of the world when you make someone smile or laugh it is genuine. People here don't smile to be polite.

Finally I was standing in the Metro looking at my map and carrying my backpack when someone asked me something that sounded like "shapuchalsamgetusakaperchavoalaminski?". I don't understand how I could have looked any more like a tourist in this situation but then again I guess tourism is not that huge in Ukraine yet. Suddenly I realized what was going on. Since the signs in this city aren't really that great everyone just asks each other where things are. Why go to the trouble of putting up signs when you can just ask the person standing next to you. This would be a great system if everyone spoke the same language.

Another reason that I was surprised to be mistaken for a local is that I was not wearing high heels or a skirt. The women of Kiev do not leave the house without applying make-up or strapping three-inch heels to their feet. After a few "where could that girl possibly be going dressed in a miniskirt and halter top on a Tuesday morning?" I began to realize that everyone was not headed to a club and that this was just their normal everyday attire. It's a bit of a tourist attraction in itself really. Find a cafe that is located next to a cobblestone street and watch the women try to not to fall. I have spoken to a few travellers that suddenly became interested when I mentioned: "if you enjoy seeing skinny women in miniskirts and see-through tops then Ukraine is the place for you." Maybe they should put that line on their tourism brochures.

While in Kiev I was fortunate enough to celebrate the occasion of my birthday with a friend from back home. We had a great day touring her native city and her family was generous enough to treat me to a wonderful birthday celebration. So here's a big thanks to Maria and her family!

Since the Russians in Kiev were generous enough to accept my visa application (probably because I was able to refrain from laughing even though they talked like Borat) my next stop was Russia but had to wait two weeks before they would give me permission. So I headed over to "the new Prague" better known as Liviv, Ukraine. It has been given the designation of "the new Prague" because it is a lovely and very European-looking city that is yet to be inundated with tourists much as Prague used to be before cheap flights and British stag parties ruined the atmosphere of the city. It was a great place to spend some time relaxing and seeing the sights.

Then it was back to the ice-cream eating, underground mall shopping, manpurse and mullet sporting, buttery-filled food city of Kiev. I loved the gigantic monuments and grand Soviet-style boulevards but it was time to move on to Russia. Where I got to see more monuments and wide Soviet-style boulevards. Actually Ukraine and Russia seemed very similar in many aspects. Both have and overabundance of churches. And inside these churches are people running around kissing everything in sight. Something else I found amusing was that the women in revealing clothes suddenly considered themselves "decent" enough to enter the church once they covered their heads with a scarf. And forget about waiting patiently for tickets or food or whatever else you might stand in line for. A remnant of the communist era has left people with a blatant disregard for waiting your turn. And even if you do manage to get to the front of the line the lady will only sell you a ticket if she feels like it. And if you don't speak Russian you can forget about getting on her good side.

Moscow had some very cool tourist attractions such as seeing the dead, embalmed body of Lenin (a very strange experience) or St. Basil's Cathedral in the Red Square. Plus, there were many great museums to see. I have to say I felt much more cultured after spending a few days in Moscow. Which by the way is the world's most expensive city. (It's true, look it up: http://www.forbes.com/2008/07/23/cities-expensive-world-forbeslife-cx_zg_0724expensivecities.html )

Now it was time to embark on what I had come to Russia to do: take a Trans-Siberian train to Asia. I planned to leave behind the incessant click-clack of high heels in Moscow and ride all the way to Irkusk, a journey that would take a total of about four days and many bowls of instant noodles. Luckily, I met some awesome Russian guys that spoke no English but did speak the international language of vodka. As for the scenery it went something like this: birch trees...birch trees...birch trees...birch trees... multiplied by about four days. I have to say that I did get a good sense of the scale of the country much more so than if I had flown over by plane.

I finally made it to Irkusk and had to put on every item of clothing I owned after stepping off the train. Brrr!!! From Irkusk I made a journey with a few other travelers out to Lake Baikal. The lake is the deepest lake in the world and contains one-fifth of the world's fresh water. It actually looks more like an ocean when you stand next to it. The area surrounding the lake is not very developed and some places are only accessible by boat. For that reason the lake area has some beautiful untouched scenery and incredible views from the hiking trails.

Eventually I was able to get the Tetris song out of my head and that was when I knew I was ready to head south to Mongolia.

Yes, I'm Still Alive

Ah, Europe. Where people sip miniature coffees and oversized beers. OK, OK, I know that my blog is a little behind right now but I intend to brıng everyone up to date. I left Egypt and headed to Italy by plane and stopped in Milan before setting off for Eastern Europe.

I got a small taste of Italy while in Milan. Literally. I always thought it was a bit of a cliche to say that you love Italy. Everyone loves Italy. It is one of the top tourist destinations in the world. But one bite of a real Italian panini and I was utterly infatuated. I also took pleasure in seeing the Italian business suit in its native habitat. Very nice. And who could forget the people zipping around on scooters, beautiful statues and fountains everywhere and amazing designer clothes in the store windows. While there I was able to view Leonardo's famous painting "The Last Supper". It was much larger than I imagined and just remarkable seeing it in real life.

After Italy I made stops in Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, and now I have made my way back up to Ukraine. This sounds like a lot but going just a few miles in this part of the world puts you in a new country. Most of them used to be all the same country anyway. I have started to get used to traveling by train though bus travel is still more common and efficient. (The buses here have air conditioning and schedules!!) And it's almost as if there are as many Roman ruins lying about on the side of the street as there are in the museums.

As I got off the train that took me to Ljubljana Slovenia I was preparing myself for "Eastern Europe". I had heard from other people that Eastern Europe was much less developed than Western Europe and a whole lot cheaper. I was begining to think that those people were lying to me. Ok so I wasn't deep into the East but as far as first impressions go Ljubljana could easily be a random riverside town in France. There were nice restaurants, pretty bridges and even a hilltop castle to complete the setting.

Ljubljana would be a great place for a relaxing vacation but so would my next stop in Split, Croatia. The seaside city is full of cobblestones, beaches, and a picturesque stone palace that has been turned into a shopping center. I spent a day at the beach lounging and people-watching. One of the reasons that I wanted to visit Slovenia and Croatia is that a long time ago some of my family emigrated to the States from this part of the world. My mom always says that my younger brother gets his big size from that part of the family. I believe her. It looks as if the entire population has to shop at "Big 'n Tall" stores. And by watching the locals it seemed like the bigger the guy the smaller the bathing suit!

After Croatia, I headed over to Sarajevo in Bosnia and Herzegovina. It was a very scenic bus ride through mountains and along a winding river. Until we started to pass through the city of Mostar. I started seeing what looked like bullet holes in the building walls. And then, wow, they are bullet marks. So many of them! It seems like the fighting stopped long ago but there were a lot of very obvious scars left behind. The same was true when I arrived in Sarajevo. I dimly remember when I was young hearing news stories about "the fighting in Bosnia" but seeing things up close is a completely different story. All I can say is that it definitely makes an impact on you.

As a city, Sarajevo is still an interesting place to visit. The scenery reminds me of something in Switzerland but with Mosques. I enjoyed pleanty of sausages and fried dough things. I was also introduced to plain yougurt as a beverage which seems to be common in this part of the world. Yum.

Next was Belgrade in Serbia. Here was where I was really beginning to realize my ignorance of world affairs. I was on my way to visit the US embassy to get some extra pages taped into my passport. I noticed a couple of bombed out buildings on the way. I made a mental note to ask someone about them. Here is how the conversation went later with a Serbian:

Me: "So, who bombed out those builings I saw down the street?"
Guy: "You guys did. The Americans."

Turns out it was actually NATO but really mostly the Americans who took action. Hmm...maybe next time I'll just Google that kind of stuff. No wonder he liked Canadians better. Maybe the reason we never learned that in history class was because it wasn't history yet. I think the books only went up to the 80's.

The rest of my time in Serbia I spent at the big old fort by the river. There was some kind of medieval festival going on so I watched lots of fights with fake weapons. The fort contains the Military Museum so there were plenty of real weapons like tanks and cannons to look at too.

Next came Budapest, Hungary. No, being in Hungary did not make me hungry though plenty of people have already asked. It did however, make my fingers and toes very wrinkly from all the time I spent at one of its thermal baths. The thermal baths were great because they had a bunch of indoor and outdoor pools all with a different set temperature. You didn't have to worry about getting too hot or too cold because the next pool over was just the right temperature.

There are a lot of things to see in Budapest. I spent much of my time going to museums and admiring the incredible achitecture of the city. I won't bore you with names (OK so I don't really remember the names of most of them) but I enjoyed checking things out. A number of attractions centered around communism which was helpful because as I mentioned above I don't really know much about the history of this part of the world.

After running around to so many big cities I decided to stop and relax for a while in the mountains of Transylvania at a place called Brasov. There were plenty of castles to see and plenty of opportunities for great hiking.

From Brasov I stopped in Bucharest. Then it was on to two different cities in Bulgaria, Sofia and Plovdiv. These places have lots of Roman ruins in their museums and many visible traces of the communist era. I was introduced to the Cyrillic alphabet which makes street signs useless to someone who can only read English.

I have to say that it takes a bit of getting used to when a Bulgarian shakes his or her head back and forth instead of up and down when they mean yes. And I am glad that I will not be celebrating my birthday in Bulgaria since I would be expected to buy all my friends drinks! Who came up with that idea?

Next stop Turkey. Turkey has become one of my favorite places I have visited so far. The variety of the landscape, the history and the friendliness of the people has left a very positive impression in my mind. Best of all Turkey was where my mom and (honorary) Aunt Becky came to visit me!

I spent a little over a week in the country before their arrival. I ate kebabs just about every day and discovered I have the enviable talent of sleeping through the call to prayer even if the hostel is right next to a mosque. (This should come as no surprise to those who know me well.)

I spent some time in a region called Capidoccia in central Turkey. The best way to describe the towns would be for you to picture the Flintstones' town of Bedrock. It's a place where people carve their homes out of rocks or build underground cities. The rock formations are amazing and like nothing I have ever seen before. Well, except maybe in Star Wars. The hiking trails are great because there are early Christian churches and tombs carved into the rock and scattered around to peek inside as you go.

The tourist attractions like the monasteries, church clusters and underground cities are fun to climb in and around and kind of make you feel like you are a kid on a gigantic playground.

Back in Istanbul I met up with Mom and Becky. I have to say that the anticipation of seeing them was a little bit like waiting for the arrival of Santa Claus. It was a wonderful reunion and good to see familiar faces for the first time in over four months. They came prepared with Rick Steves' guidebooks and comfortable shoes. We were about to "do" Istanbul.

We saw the major tourist things like the Hagia Sophia, Blue Mosque, Underground Cistern, a Bosphorus cruise, museums, bazaars and palaces. I had the privilege of hearing them quote Rick Steves at every opportunity.

I reveled in being spoiled by sleeping in a real hotel bed, eating good restaurant food and not having to think about planning my day. What a life! The food in Turkey is considered to be some of the best in the world. I was certainly not disappointed. Even just the fruits and vegetables were some of the most delicious I have ever tasted.

We flew south to Ephesus where we did things like lie on the beach, see a show of traditional turkish dancing, view famous Roman ruins and drink a lot of Efes (the local beer). We rented a car and I got to drive a car for the first time in a long time. We stopped in Pamukkale for more Roman ruins and really cool water springs that leave behind rocks that look like snow. Then back to Istanbul for more Baklava.

Just as they were getting used to being called "lady" by the locals Mom and Becky were off for home. I was sad to see them because I had had such a good time.

Now I am on the hunt for a Russian visa. I tried without success in Istanbul and also stopped in Bucharest on my way up here to Ukraine but to no avail. I am in Kiev at the moment and will give it one more go. My plan is to take the Trans-Siberian over to Mongolia but I may have to find a plan B. The good news is that I will be meeting up with my Ukrainian friend, Maria while I am here. Maybe she can help me decipher some of this Cyrillic...

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for (unless you've already seen them), photos!

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Enjoy.

Tomb Raider

Egypt! Pyramids! Fast Internet connections! OK so I may have overdosed on fast Internet connections and American television since I've arrived but I've been a little deprived recently. And yes, the pyramids are just as impressive in person as you would imagine them to be. It is HOT here. It's understandable how the streets are busier at night than during the day. But not any less scary. It seems as though painted lines and crosswalks on the street are just a suggestion.

There's lots to see here in Egypt. I visited three cities, Cairo, Aswan and Luxor. I of course started with the pyramids and the absolutely overwhelming Egyptian Museum. In Aswan I visited the Nile dams and a few temples. I eventually lost track of the names of all the temples and tombs I visited in Egypt but the first was the Temple of Philae. The temple was originally built on an island but was flooded when the dams were built. So it was reassembled on a different island nearby and can only be reached by boat. I've had a very full childhood and it included going to amusement parks like Kings Dominion, Busch Gardens and Disney World. I realized that the boat ride to the temple felt a lot like the cheesy boat rides that take you past recreations of ancient ruins. So upon seeing the real deal it was almost disappointing that there were no shooting flames or a drop down a waterfall at the end. However, the temple itself was still impressive nonetheless.

From Aswan I took a trip down the Nile for a two-day, two-night felucca ride. It's basically a flat sailboat that you lie around on for the duration of your trip. It would have been absolutely lovely with the full moon and everything if I hadn't gotten my first bout of food poisoning. It's a good thing I was planning to lie around all day anyway. I was actually kind of surprised that it took this long to become sick. I've eaten lots of sketchy food so far on my journey. The other five passengers on the ride were very helpful in trying to make me to feel better. I tried to impress the French couple on the boat by speaking French to them. Sadly, they were not impressed. There were some really great conversations on that boat. My favorite part was when we were talking about how Americans are raised to think that they should achieve their full potential and believe they should strive to be the best. The Dutch woman on the boat said that in her culture people are raised to think that average is the norm and that being the best at something will make others look bad. When we asked the French woman, she said that "The French believe they are the best from the day they're born."

Next was the city of Luxor. Occasionally I would enter one of the many tombs or temples and say to myself, "I've seen this somewhere before, but where?" And then I remember that I've seen it probably a million times on a slide projection in Art History class. All the terminology like hypostyle hall and low relief comes rushing back to my memory. It's amazing to think that so much has survived through so many thousands of years. The paintings in some of the tombs look like they could have been made yesterday.

I took a break from Egypt for a while and spent a week in Israel visiting someone I met in Ethiopia. My first impression of Israel was "What have they done with all the old people?" It seems as though the country is run but everyone under 30. Also, there are lots of teenage soldiers running around with large guns. Not that I haven't gotten used to the sight of people holding large guns. I think it's Mozambique that even has an AK-47 on their flag. Anyway, my second impression was "Wow, it's expensive here and why does the dollar have to keep dropping in value?" I really wasn't sure what to expect when I arrived but I found that Israel appeared to me to be a very western and modern country. And you can't tear the shekel (the currency). Many people convinced me to try.

Israel was very much a vacation from backpacking because I took hot showers and stayed in a house. I felt like I was back home after spending so much time in Africa. Dogs are on leashes instead of wandering the street, women wear "revealing" clothing like tank tops and shorts, buses leave on time and there's toilet paper in every bathroom!

I recognized a lot of the names of the towns because it seems that most of them come straight from the bible. I'm always amazed at ancient things in foreign countries because we don't really have that stuff back home. I visited Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, the Dead Sea and the Sea of Galilee. Jerusalem became a reality for me and not just a name that I hear on the news. I didn't witness any fighting but what I did see was a city incredibly diverse in culture. And the hummus was pretty good too. Tel Aviv was filled with young people and had a great night scene even in the middle of the week. The Dead Sea is quite a surreal experience. It's the lowest point on earth. The landscape is otherworldly and the water is so dense that you can lie back and float in the water like a sensory deprivation chamber. The Sea of Galilee is famous for being the place Jesus walked on water. It has a few nice beaches too.

Tomorrow I'm off to Italy.

Rich, Famous, and Seven Years Younger

I had not originally planned to visit Ethiopia. When I booked my ticket from Tanzania to Egypt on Ethiopian Airlines I had to change planes in Addis Ababa. The travel agent said that I could stay in Ethiopia for as long as I wanted with no extra charge. I didn't know much about the place so I just decided to stay for a week. When I arrived and got my hands on a guidebook that read "The bounty of northern Ethiopia's historical African treasures is only rivalled by that of Egypt's" I changed my ticket so that I could stay for three weeks.

Ethiopia was more than I ever expected. It was the only country in Africa to escape colonization. There was a brief period of time where Italy occupied but was never able to conquer. However, they were successful in leaving behind spaghetti on every menu. Because there were so few outside influences on the culture, Ethiopia is very unique. The food, landscape, music, dance, alphabet, and dress are all different from anything I've encountered in Africa.

Let's start with the food. My worried mother sent me an e-mail to ask if I was eating enough in the famine-prone country. My answer was "Yes! I've been eating like a king!" Most meals are a stew-like creation (wot) poured over a type of bread that resembles a pancake (injera) and of course, eaten with your hands (remember we're in Africa). For some reason Ethiopians really seem to enjoy raw meat. Don't worry, I didn't try it. Maybe one of the reasons I liked the food in Ethiopia was that it was so cheap. It's a strange experience sitting down to dinner with fellow travelers at the best restaurant in town, looking at the menu and saying "whew, this place is expensive" when there's nothing over four dollars on the menu. "What the heck, I feel like splurging today. I'll have the $3.50 steak dinner, please." It was then that I found out what it feels like to be rich.

Not only was the the food in Ethiopia delicious but everything I ate was organic and free-range (free to roam in front of oncoming traffic would be a more accurate label). This is a side effect of the subsistence agriculture that many Ethiopians live on. I absolutely loved the juice cafes. You could get a large glass of thick organic juice layered with mango, avocado (don't knock it until you've tried it) and papaya. There's also pineapple, strawberry, orange and banana to try. There's also a weird wine (if you want to call it that) made from honey that was...well I guess I would call it interesting. Not only is Ethiopia the birthplace of mankind (it's where Lucy was found) but it's also the birthplace of coffee. Coffee grows wild in many places. I've witnesses several traditional coffee ceremonies where a woman roasts, grounds, and brews the coffee right in front of your eyes. And nothing goes better with coffee than a delicious pastry (so many to choose from!) served in a cafe with the music of Bob Marley (Reggae has its origins in Ethiopia too) streaming through the air.

OK, so the food was delicious but getting around was quite a hassle. Ethiopia has a landscape that reminds me of an older, faded Arizona. There were parts that looked almost exactly like the Grand Canyon. I took many bone-rattling, nail-biting bus rides on dusty, dirt roads going right up to the tops of mountains. The scary part was that there were no guard rails. I just shut my eyes for those parts. The worst part was that Ethiopians don't like to have the windows open. It was pretty bad in other parts of Africa but Ethiopians live in the desert! They would rather wipe their brows, hand out barf bags and suck on lemons than crack a window. Even if I tried to open mine just a little someone would reach over and politely shut it for me. And there are no rest stops in Africa. The bus stops on the side of the road and everyone gets out to do their business on the side of the road. There are sometimes even bushes to go behind if you're lucky.

One time, as I was contemplating whether it was better to have a dry mouth or a full bladder, the barely-functioning bus that I was on inevitablely broke down for a third time. We had to wait for a new bus because the problem couldn't be fixed. Everyone got out to sit on the side of the road. I started to think about Snickers because I was having one of those "not going anywhere for a while" moments. But hey, why bother with candy when you can just have sugar cane? Which someone handed over to me to try. It's very hard to eat.

But anyway, it was the day before Easter. I had already celebrated Easter back in Zimbabwe but didn't mind celebrating again. Apparently the thing to do is tie a piece of grass around your head which my fellow riders were able to convince me to do. I was something of an oddity to them and they kept bringing me food and asking me questions. Oh, and the other thing that I noticed people doing was tying a live goat to the top of their cars so that they could have it for Easter dinner. I kind of figured it was Africa's version of take-out food. In the end my story has a happy ending because I got a ride from a group of engineering students who were on a tour of their country. They had a talent show near the end of the ride using the microphone that they found at the front of the bus. Of course being the ferengi (foreigner), I was forced to perform and most of you know how wonderful I am at karaoke!

One of the more appealing things about Ethiopia is that tourism is in its infancy. You can feel like the only tourist for miles. There was one time when I was very aware of this. I was in an SUV going over some really rough, muddy roads. I saw that Land Cruiser do moves I never thought possible. We eventually came up to this bridge that was blocked by a bus and a truck. Their sides had hit each other and could not be moved off the bridge until someone came by to determine who's fault it was. Meanwhile, there was another truck off to the left that had attempted to cross the stream without the bridge but was hopelessly stuck. Well, other people had to get through and someone had an idea to put all the rocks in the water to make a road for people to cross. Since there were tons of people standing around they all helped to move the rocks and dig out some dirt to help a few vehicles get across. Meanwhile, I was standing off to the side and casually looked to my right. There was a solid wall of at least thirty pairs of eyes staring at me. I guess they had never seen a ferengi before! One kid just couldn't take his eyes off me no matter where I stood. I thought to myself "this must be what it feels like to be famous." After a few attempts and a lot of pushing the Land Rover made it over to the other side and we were on our way. I don't know if I am more impressed that they would keep the bridge blocked like they did or that so many people worked together to get some people across. I know that back home if something like that happened there would be a lot of people standing around complaining.

There aren't a lot of tourists in Ethiopia but there is certainly lots to see. Ethiopia used to be home to a very prosperous ancient civilization. I visited lots of historic places with the most famous being the rock-hewn churches of Lalibela. The churches were built around the same time as the medieval cathedrals in Europe but are unique in that they were each carved completely out of one piece of rock. The best part of exploring the area was daring each other to not turn on a flashlight in the pitch-black tunnels connecting the churches. There's not a whole lot protecting you from hurting yourself. There are no railings protecting you from a steep fall over the edge or anything to keep you from slipping on the well-worn narrow staircases. It was quite an adventure in a land without lawsuits. By the same token, there's not that much protecting the churches. There are awnings protecting some of the sites but the guards had no problem when people climb on stuff. I also visited some island monasteries in Bahir Dar. The priests come out and flip through a 900-year old illuminated manuscript to show you the pages. The books are well-worn because they still use them every day. The other town that I visited was Aksum. There are lots of tombs and palace ruins to see. When I visited they were in the process of re-erecting a stele that they had just gotten back from the Italians.

Ethiopia is a little behind on things, not just Easter celebrations. In Ethiopia it's the year 2000. Happy new millennium! Their clock also starts six hours behind ours. It's because they start their clock when the sun rises. It rises and sets at basically the same time every day so their one a.m. is our six a.m.

I liked all the tradition, pride and little quirks that Ethiopians have. They dance by violently shaking their shoulders. Their hair looks fit for prom. Their gasp at the end of a sentence means that they agree with you. I was sad to leave such a fun and adventurous country but now I've started a new challenge: Egypt. I've learned that walking like an Egyptian means stepping out into oncoming traffic and bravely making your way across. So far I've only been able to shadow other people doing it but I know one day I'll get it. I've already been to see the pyramids and they're everything I've always imagined they would be. Today I went to the Egyptian museum and had mummy overload. That place is huge and filled to the brim! I've signed up for a one-week tour of other sites along the Nile. I'll let everyone know how it goes when I get back to Cairo!

Safari

The safari was amazing! I got to see Lake Manyara, Ngorongoro Crater, Oldupai Gorge (where the Leakeys uncovered evidence of our human ancestors), and the Serengeti Plains. Turns out that my visit to the Seregeti coincided with the annual migration and I was able to witness the migration of over 2.5 million animals, or in other words the largest mammalian migation on earth. Zebra and wildebeest stretched out on the plains as far as the eye could see. It's one thing to see something like that on the Discovery Channel, but it definitely doesn't compare to real life.

In addition to animals of the plains our group was able to get up close with elephants, giraffes, lions, baboons, rhinos, hyenas, impala, buffalo, gazelles, and even the elusive cheetah and leopard. Not only was the wildlife spectacular but the scenery was incredible. Especially the views from the top of Ngorongoro Crater.

The most frightening part of the safari was that we camped in areas where the wild animals live. You could hear hyenas and other animals making noises at night. We had a jackal vist the camp just to check things out. Our guides warned us to not leave our tents at night for any reason. And then they also told us about close encounters and people who had been attacked. Somehow I was still able to get a few hours of sleep at night.

I know all of you are anxiously awaiting the posting of photos and I am equally eager to share, but it seems that Africa has not advanced beyond dial-up and uploading anything takes a lot of time and effort. I promise to post once I find a fast enough connection.

Yesterday I had a chance to visit Tanzania's National Museum. As most of you reading this already know, in what feels like a former life I worked on museum exhibits. I know all of you guys back at G&A would enjoy hearing my impressions of African museums. I've been to a few now and have found that the standard is really just printouts and photos posted on corkboard. The artifacts are usually behind flimsy cases and arranged in some kind of grouping. There aren't any guards or security cameras. It's not really a bad thing, the effect is something like "hey, check out this really cool skeleton that I found in the dirt." And there are lots of really cool things too like witchdoctor tools and decorative masks but most use preservation techniques that made me cringe a little. There's no air conditioning in the hot, humid buildings and the ceilings leak a lot especially next to the wood carvings from colonial trade ships. I even saw a wasp fly in through the open window at Oldupai Gorge and happily continue making its nest in a million-year-old elephant fossil. But hey, that's Africa for you.

Tomorrow I fly to Ethiopia. I will be spending a week there before I move on to Egypt. Can't wait!

T.I.A.

There's a phrase that anyone who's traveled in Africa long enough is bound to hear. It's "T.I.A." or "This Is Africa". It's uttered at moments like the "8:30" bus leaving at 2pm. Or like when I walked into the local tourist office for some information:

Me: "Are there hiking trails in the area?"
Guy: "Yes."
(Long Pause)
Me: "So... can you tell me about them?"
Guy: "Yes."

It went on like this for a while before I finally was able to get some information out of him. It's not a language thing since most people here speak pretty good English, it's just an Africa thing. But more on that later. Let me update everyone on what I've been up to recently.

After Vic Falls I made my way across Zambia with a stop in the capital, Lusaka. Zambia seems to have much more empty, open space compared to most of the African countries I've been in so far. I guess the highlight of Zambia for me would be the gigantic market in Lusaka. It could be described as the world's largest thrift store. All the clothes Americans send to charity seem to have found their way to the Lusaka market. Your old tennis shoes don't look so bad when they've been thoroughly scrubbed clean.

I made my way quickly across Zambia in order to reach Malawi. I was yet again drawn to beautiful, sunny beaches. I stayed first at Senga Bay on Lake Malawi and then spent some time further north at Nkhata Bay where I met many travelers who had planned to visit the town for a few days and ended up staying for weeks.

Lake Malawi is an aquarium enthusiast's paradise. You can swim with all the cichlids that you see in the pet store. Throw on a pair of goggles, step into the water and it's as if you're swimming inside an aquarium. The fish are brightly colored and all hanging out right by the shore.

I am currently in the town of Arusha, Tanzania. It's a big tourist town since it's where most people base themselves for safaris on the Serengeti and surrounding parks. I've had to fight off lots of touts and it definitely wears down your nerves. But I've booked a four-day wildlife Safari which I am totally psyched about. I used to watch The Lion King over and over when I was younger. I'm ready to see some lions and hippos!

It's been over a month since I arrived here in Africa so I have a few observations that I thought I would share:

On people: Carrying things on top of your head looks to be a very efficient way to transport anything from food to jugs of water to really heavy-looking logs. I've considered trying to carry my pack on my head but I'm afraid of getting laughed at by the locals. The typical woman carries a load on her head and a baby tied to her back. Strollers don't exist here, not that they would do any good on the non-existent or heavily cracked sidewalks. Handshakes seem to be pretty weak compared to the firm western handshake. It's not unusual to see guys holding hands while walking down the street. It's not gay, it's just a sign of friendship. It's a sign of respect to touch your left hand to your right elbow when shaking hands or handing over money. It's important to ask about someone's well-being before launcing into a question. Hissing is a common way of trying to get someone's attention. Sometimes it's as if I'm surrounded by snakes. I have to introduce myself as "Jennifer, like Jennifer Lopez" because that's the only way people seem to understand my name. And even though I'm white I still get called "sista".

On food: Boneless chicken is a foreign concept over here. And chickens are everywhere. On the bus, in the road, you name it. I've woken up to the crow of a rooster many times even in the city. Everywhere you turn there's a guy selling boiled eggs with a little bag of salt. The food here is very similar to food in the Southeastern U.S. There's a lot of grits, collard greens, fried chicken and boiled peanuts. In Africa you eat with your hands. Instead of napkins you get a bowl of water or use a sink in the corner of the restaurant. And finally, I predict the newest diet fad in the U.S. will be vacations to Zimbabwe.

On drinks: Coke has apparently branded the southern part of the African continent. It's advertising is everywhere but once you cross the border into Tanzania it seems that Pepsi has cornered most of the market. Sodas taste a little bit different here. Not only do you drink them from a glass bottle but they're made with real sugar. I found out that the U.S. is the only place where corn syrup is used because it is less expensive than sugar. Any beer that costs more than the equivalent of two U.S. dollars is an expensive beer. In fact, you could get dinner with your beer and the total would still cost you less than one beer at home.

On transportation and communication: If you have a car, you have a business. You can buy just about anything from a bus window. I actully had someone try to sell me a full-length mirror while I was sitting on a bus. Silverware anyone? Electic razor? Large knife? Some of the stuff that goes on here would be material for candid camera shows. I once rode in a taxi where the guy filled the trunk with large sacks of maize that kept falling out only for him to run back and try to stuff them back in over and over again. Everyone here has a cell phone. Even if you live in a village with no electricity you can charge the battery at a shop in town.

On the environment: The night sky is absolutely incredible. I've never seen so many stars in my life. Africa is not very developed so there is minimal light and air pollution. It seems nobody here has heard of trash cans so they just throw everything on the ground or out the bus window. I decided to "do as the locals do" and tossed my banana peel onto the ground. A guy picked it up off the ground and told me not to do that. I was dumbfounded, but then again, this is Africa.

I'm a Billionaire!

That's right. I posess billions and billions of dollars. The inflation rate here in Zimbabwe is 100,000%. Funny how we get so upset when the inflation rate goes up a fraction of a percent back home. But more on that later because I will now update everyone on what I've been up to lately.

After Maputo I left for the tropical paradise of Tofo, Mozambique. I had my own grass hut on the beach for less than six dollars a night. Since it is the low season for tourism the place was pretty empty and my two fellow travelers and I practically had the beach to ourselves.

One of the highlights was when I got to go snorkeling with whale sharks. The guide rides the boat around and when she spots a shark fin in the water she tells everyone to jump in. It's pretty scary coming face to face with a shark and it takes a second to get over your initial reaction of fear. Whale sharks are just docile filter feeders and they won't hurt humans. At one point the whale shark went under the boat and I was the only one to follow it. It was a pretty cool experience being the only one swimming next to it for a few minutes and having the whale shark look me right in the eye.

Before I launch into my next Tofo adventure I think I should explain the minibus. The minibus is the main form of transportation between cites in most of Africa. They have different names depending on what country you're in but the concept is basically the same. Most are like 15-passenger vans or slightly larger and in general 75% of all surfaces are covered in rust. The drivers wait at the bus station until all seats are filled and then gets even more passengers to squeeze in before it will leave. Somehow I always manage to get the aisle seat (literally the seat that folds out into the aisle).

For the journey from Maputo to Tofo (by the way, I can never complain about the potholes back home ever again) we were driving along in our minibus when all of a sudden we started smelling smoke. The driver stopped the bus and removed a floor tile in the passenger area by the door to reaveal some flames. Nobody seemed too concerned and they just poured some water on it. A little bit of tweaking to some parts and a good Little-Miss-Sunshine-style group push-start and we were on our way.

In the time that we were sitting on the side of the road I got to meet Pedro. Pedro lives near the beach where we were headed. We hung out with him a couple times during our stay and one night he invited the three of us to his village. We had to walk along a path that included taking off your shoes to cross a swamp. He introduced us to two classes of school children, an old man who made me chug home-brewed coconut beer, and his wonderful family. We had a meal of coffee, bread, rice, and some small fish. He even climbed up one of the trees to grab us a delicious coconut. It was really interesting to see how the locals lived and we all felt very honored to be invited into his home.

While in Tofo I met two American guys that were headed in the same direction as me. We left together to attempt to cross Zimbabwe. Zimbabwe does not have very many tourists at the moment. In fact, we felt like the only tourists most of the time. Only just a few years ago Zimbabwe was a major tourist area. Great weather, beautiful scenery and incredible wildlife was what used to lure people in to the country. Now, people stay away because of politics and economy troubles. The official exchange rate is 1 USD to 30,000 Zim dollars. The actual rate is somewhere around 25 to 40 million Zim dollars to 1 USD. You can't even buy a Coke if you withdraw $100 USD from the ATM. You need stacks of money to pay for anything since their largest bill is 10 million dollars (less than 50 cents). It's very strange paying 40 million dollars for a beer. And it's gotten so out of control that their currency has an expiration date printed on it.

Everything is done on the black market here. The grocery store shelves here are empty. It's much more profitable to sell food to people on the side than sell it at the price the government says they can. People here have to literally "know a guy" that can get them some milk, bread, or petrol. The economy is really messed up but the elections took place yesterday. It's obviously a very rigged election so it will be interesting to see if there is any violence when the results come in.

Needless to say the people we met in Zimbabwe were very welcoming and eager to help the lone tourists in town. Besides the whole changing money on the black market headache, Zimbabwe is a pretty cool place. I went to a lion park in Harare where I got to go into an enclosure with two 8-month-old lion cubs to pet them. It was pretty cool. Other activities included seeing balancing rocks and climbing a mountain to see some ancient rock paintings.

I am currently in the town of Victoria Falls. I saw the falls yesterday and they were amazing! The area around here is beautiful and full of wildlife. There are warthogs and baboons running around everywhere. I even got to see three gigantic elephants on the drive to see "The Big Tree" (The tree Livingstone camped under).

I am headed to Zambia this afternoon. Hopefully many more adventures await.