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Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Comforting Myths


"By the standards of the European industrial world, we are poor peasants, but when I embrace my grandfather I experience a sense of richness as though I am a note in the heartbeats of the very universe."

Read full article here...

 https://harpers.org/archive/2018/06/comforting-myths/

From Memory to Myth: The Adventures of Patrick Leigh Fermor


The daring exploits and beguiling charm of the 20th century’s greatest travel writer...

https://www.weeklystandard.com/dominic-green/from-memory-to-myth-the-adventures-of-patrick-leigh-fermor

Friday, January 4, 2013

The War Tourist


Bored with his job, a Japanese truck driver decides to travel to Syria, Afghanistan and other hot spots as a war tourist...

Excerpt:

"I'm not a target for snipers because I'm a tourist, not like you journalists," he told a reporter. "Besides, I'm not afraid if they shoot at me or that they might kill me. I'm a combination of samurai and kamikaze."

Fujimoto won't even wear a helmet or a flack jacket.

"They are very heavy when it comes to running and it's more fun to go to the front without anything. Besides, when they shoot it's fun and exciting."

Fujimoto said his employers don't know he's in Syria.  "I just told them I was going to Turkey on holiday; if I'd told them the truth, they'd tell me I'm completely crazy."

But though some might doubt his sanity, no one can question his financial foresight, which is rooted in the sadness of his personal life.

Fujimoto is divorced, and says "I have no family, no friends, no girl friend. I am alone in life."


READ MORE HERE...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/03/toshifumi-fujimoto-syria-war-tourism_n_2400576.html?utm_hp_ref=world

Thursday, October 25, 2012

The CIA Burglar who went Rogue



Great article, real cloak and dagger stuff...
 
Excerpt:

"This unit was so secret that few people inside CIA headquarters knew it existed; it wasn’t even listed in the CIA's classified telephone book. Officially it was named the Special Operations Division, but the handful of agency officers selected for it called it the Shop.
In Doug Groat’s time there, in the 1980s and early ’90s, the Shop occupied a nondescript one-story building just south of a shopping mall in the Washington suburb of Springfield, Virginia. The building was part of a government complex surrounded by a chain-link fence; the pebbled glass in the windows let in light but allowed no view in or out. 

The men and women of the Shop made up a team of specialists: lock pickers, safecrackers, photographers, electronics wizards and code experts. One team member was a master at disabling alarm systems, another at flaps and seals. Their mission, put simply, was to travel the world and break into other countries’ embassies to steal codes, and it was extraordinarily dangerous. They did not have the protection of diplomatic cover; if caught, they might face imprisonment or execution. The CIA, they assumed, would claim it knew nothing about them."


READ MORE HERE...
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history-archaeology/The-CIA-Burglar-Who-Went-Rogue-169800816.html

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Our Incredible Planet

A collection of fabulous wallpapers from National Geographic...
(Click to enlarge)

Antarctic feeling in the Weddell Sea in January 2007.

In a bone-cold evening in Akihabara (Electric Town), Tokyo.

The broken wall in the foreground is a good representation of the destruction the 2008 winter storms left in California.
This photo shows a woman crossing the Hussaini Bridge with the Passu Cathedrals in the background in Pakistan.
Bali, Indonesia

An 18-wheeler out running a storm in South Dakota.
 
Frozen clothes peg, USA.


 In the Signature Lounge, at dusk, New York.


I made this image during a 4-day snowshoe trip around Oregon's Crater Lake. These clouds drifted in ahead of a winter storm that arrived the next day. As sunset neared, the approaching storm was still well offshore, allowing for this brilliant display of light as the sun dropped below the horizon.





Brooklyn Bridge, New York.
This photograph was taken at Bryce Canyon with the very first light of the sun from Sunrise Point. It reminded me of the famous suite by Edvard Grieg - 'Peer Gynt', its first part - 'Morning Mood'.
Island of Burano, Italy, by night. 


This photo was taken just after sunrise as large storm swell approached southern California. Oceanside, California.

Pilgrim in her room, O Cebreiro, Saint James Way, Camino de Santiago.
Taken from the Prairie Wind Overlook in Badlands National Park, South Dakota.  The mirrored symmetry with the clouds and light really caught my eye.  The only thing you could hear was the wind rustling through the grass.

This is a 17-minute exposure of Yosemite Valley in late November of 2006. The moon illuminated the scene. 


See these and more amazing National Geographic wallpapers here...

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Bearing Witness in Syria: A Correspondent’s Last Days



Excerpt:

It was damp and cold as Anthony Shadid and I crossed in darkness over the barbed-wire fence that separated Turkey from Syria last month. We were also crossing from peace into war, into the bloodiest conflict of the Arab Spring, exploding just up the rocky and sparsely wooded mountain we had to climb once inside.

The smugglers waiting for us had horses, though we learned they were not for us. They were to carry ammunition and supplies to the Free Syrian Army. That is the armed opposition group, made up largely of defectors from President Bashar al-Assad’s brutal army, we had come to interview, photograph and try to understand. 

The ammunition seemed evidence of the risk we were taking — a risk we did not shoulder lightly. Anthony, who passionately documented the eruptions in the Arab world from Iraq to Libya for The New York Times, felt it was essential that journalists get into Syria, where about 7,000 people have been killed, largely out of the world’s view. We had spent months planning to stay safe.
It turned out the real danger was not the weapons but...

READ MORE HERE...
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/04/world/middleeast/bearing-witness-in-syria-a-war-reporters-last-days.html?_r=2&pagewanted=1&hp

Monday, July 4, 2011

World's Best Hikes: 15 Classic Trails

Tonquin Valley, Jasper National Park, Canada.

Over the past decade, author Peter Potterfield has hiked more than 10,000 miles over six continents to research this list. Here, he tells us his picks for the world's 15 best hikes, including Patagonia, Tasmania, Newfoundland, and Petra.


http://adventure.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/trips/best-trails/world-hikes/

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Cheap Cities to Escape From It All...

Old Apartment in Shanghai, China.


I've lived in Asia and now Mexico and for me there is no more of a romantic idea than filling a small backpack, taking an airplane to some far off place and renting a dusty old apartment...cracking open a Heineken and looking out from my new balcony...ahh.  Anyway,  here are the Top 10 Cities in the world to do just that.  Why?  Because they have the Lowest Costs of Living in the World... 



(Click on City Names for more Information and Photos)
10. Dushanbe, Tajikistan
Dushanbe means “Monday” in Tajik, named after a popular Monday marketplace. The capital city has good access to mountain climbing and mountain biking opportunities in the Pamir Mountains. Mild winters might help ease the 40% hardship index. Groceries and housing are extra affordable, but the city’s nightlife is not up to Western standards and more expensive than other cities on the list.
9. Kampala, Uganda
English is widely spoken in Kampala, but there are opportunities to learn Swahili, which is the official language. Kampala is home to many NGOs, and therefore has a well-established expat scene. Kampala is a convenient base for activities like rafting the Nile River, going on safari and visiting chimpanzee sanctuaries.

8. Tunis, Tunisia
Olive oil, carpets, and the Mediterranean – must be North Africa. Tunis doesn’t have much in the way of beaches, but it makes a great jump-off point for Carthage.
There seems to be less hassle of foreigners here than in Morocco, but remember that anyone acting too friendly may want something from you. Ladies, don’t go to bars without a male, you may be mistaken for a prostitute.

7. La Paz, Bolivia
Matador Trips editor Hal Amen writes of La Paz: higher elevation = less money. 3,660 meters above sea level and the lowest GDP in South America – Bolivia has an overall low cost of living index.
Bolivia is the place to experience one of the world’s most dangerous roads, the altiplano, and the Southern Circuit.
Read Hal’s 7 Facts of Expat Life in Bolivia for more information.

6. Phnom Penh, Cambodia
Southeast Asia has several factors that make it a draw for expats: warm water, delicious food, friendly locals, and low cost of living. Well, at least it’s still cheap to live in Phnom Penh even if neighboring countries’ capitals are a bit pricier.
Monsoons and corruption are both drawbacks, but transportation is ultra affordable, and so is healthcare. One American expat lives in Phnom Penh on two dollars a day.

5. Colombo, Sri Lanka
Living on an island tends to be expensive, but Sri Lanka is an exception. Housing is ultra affordable and there is an established community of expats. Alcohol is cheap, but if drinking makes you affectionate, be careful, public displays of hugging and kissing are culturally unacceptable.
If you’re thinking of visiting or moving to Colombo, check out Matadorian Dominic DeGrazier’s 9 Reasons Other Than Cheap Booze to Visit Sri Lanka.

4. Bhutan, Thimpu
I find it interesting that a country whose leadership has declared it is more concerned with Gross National Happiness than its Gross National Product would appear on this list; Thimpu has some of the of the cheapest housing and recreation options for expats.
To control tourism and protect the environment, Thimphu charges tourists a fee of $200 a day to enjoy Bhutan. Word is, that has been reduced to a government tax of $100 a day. But as an expat you wouldn’t be required to abide by tourist rules.
Adventure tours are starting to pop up which include mountain biking, rafting, hot springs, and trekking. Just thinking about moving to Thimpu makes me happy.

3. Tripoli, Libya
Although Tripoli is rated with an extreme hardship level of 40%, it’s ranked at number three for having low prices on entertainment, housing, and recreation. This seaport is the largest city in Libya and still largely unaffected by mass-tourism.
Here, you can learn Arabic, swim in the Mediterranean, and climb the still-standing city walls for the best views. Most jobs for expats in Tripoli are in the oil and gas industry.

2. Nuku’Alofa, Tonga
Nuku’Alofa has the cheapest hotels and restaurants on the list, but it’s another 40% hardship location. Now I’m going to throw out some persuasive verbs: snorkeling, surfing, dancing. And now some nouns: rainforest, coral, markets.  Nuku’Alofa is small enough to walk around. English is widely spoken. (Click on city names for photos and information)

1. Sana’a, Yemen
The cheapest place to live on Xpatluator’s list is Sana’a. This Yemeni city has the cheapest food, cheapest housing, cheapest furniture, and cheapest medical care of all the 282 cities ranked. UNESCO has named the whole place a World Heritage Site. Sana’a is also one of the best places in the world to learn Arabic.
For more on living in Sana’a, read Matadorian Baxter Jackson’s Dreaming in Arabic, Learning in Yemen.


Alternatively, if you are wealthy, here are...

Top 25 Cities with the Highest Cost of Living


1 Japan, Tokyo
2 Venezuela, Caracas
3 China, Hong Kong
4 Switzerland, Geneva
5 Japan, Osaka
6 Switzerland, Zurich
7 Brazil, Sao Paulo
8 Norway, Oslo
9 Japan, Nagoya
10 Russia, Moscow
11 Brazil, Rio de Janeiro
12 Liechtenstein, Vaduz
13 Japan, Yokohama
14 Denmark, Copenhagen
15 Brazil, Brasilia
16 United Kingdom, London
17 Australia, Sydney
18 Angola, Luanda
19 China, Shanghai
20 Australia, Canberra
21 France, Paris
22 Monaco, Monaco
23 Kiribati, South Tarawa
24 Jersey, Saint Helier
25 Bahamas, Nassau

See full list of the 300 Cities here...
http://www.xpatulator.com/outside.cfm?aid=240

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Circling Alaska in 176 Days

Nobody had ever done it before: Hike, ski, and raft 4,679 miles through eight national parks, dozens of mountain ranges, and the length of the Yukon territory. Then along came Andrew Skurka.


Excerpt:

"Accustomed to capturing his thoughts with a video camera, he recorded a stream-of-consciousness monologue about the caribou, the weather, and his sense of smallness, of being at the mercy of nature just as everything around him was and always would be. Tears flowed again.
"I haven't figured out why I'm crying," he says into the camera, "why the sight of these trails made me cry… I'm just like these guys. I'm just a creature on this Earth."
Even after the trip, he's still not sure. But he knows the tears weren't the same as the ones he'd shed near Slana. During the time I spent with Skurka, I never asked him what he was after, because he'd already shown me, in writing, in miles and ounces and hours. I don't know whether the moment with the caribou, so raw and moving, indicated that he'd found something deeper, but given how far he'd traveled and how difficult the journey had been, there was little doubt that Andrew Skurka had discovered something new.
"I was humbled," he says. And that small realization was as big as anything he's ever felt."

Read more here:
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/03/alaska-trek/koeppel-text/1


Photo Gallery of the Trek...
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/03/alaska-trek/brown-photography

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Lost Boys of Sudan; The Long, Long Road to Fargo



Excerpt:

"...the temperature in Fargo had dropped to 15 below, with an unwelcoming wind shearing off another 20 degrees. For the three Sudanese boys about to touch down on North Dakota's snowy plains, cold was still a concept without weight. All they knew of it was what they had felt, grasping a bottle of frozen water an aid worker handed them one day during a ''cultural orientation'' session at the Kakuma Refugee Camp, a place where the temperature hovers around 100 degrees. Cold was little more than a word, the same way ''flight'' had been just a word until the moment their cargo plane lifted out of the red dust on Jan. 29, causing their stomachs to lurch as the earth below them -- the sprawl of huts and the dried riverbeds and over a thousand hungry well-wishers lining the airstrip -- tilted and fell away...

It was now nearly 11 p.m., and the airport stood eerily hushed. The wind was hurtling off the prairie, rattling the broad windows, while tendrils of snow snaked across the tarmac. The usual gaggle of briefcase-toters and college kids filed from the gate and then, a head above the rest, came the three brothers -- Peter, Maduk and Riak -- each one long-limbed and lanky, with flashing eyes and dark African skin and wearing a quiet and unreadable expression..."

Read More here: http://www.nytimes.com/2001/04/01/magazine/the-lost-boys-of-sudan-the-long-long-long-road-to-fargo.html?pagewanted=1

Sunday, November 14, 2010

An Ancient Culture in Mountainous Mexico

Tarahumara Indians Celebrating Easter in Tehuerichi, Mexico

An impressive set of black and white photographs of the Tarahumara Indians:

http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/11/08/an-ancient-culture-in-mountainous-mexico/?scp=1&sq=an%20ancient%20people%20in%20mountainous%20mexico&st=cse

Each star in the night sky is a Tarahumara Indian whose souls—men have three and women have four, as they are the producers of new life—have all, finally, been extinguished. These are things anthropologists and resident priests tell you about the beliefs of the Tarahumara people, who call themselves the Rarámuri, and who live in and above the canyons of northern Mexico's Sierra Madre Occidental, where they retreated five centuries ago from invading Spaniards. The Spaniards had not only firearms and horses but also disturbing beard hair; from their presence came the Rarámuri word chabochi, which to this day means anyone who is not Tarahumara. Chabochi is not an insult, exactly, just a way of dividing the world. Its literal translation, which goes a long way toward evoking the current relationship between the Tarahumara and the rest of 21st-century Mexico, is "person with spiderwebbing across the face."

Read more here:

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2008/11/tarahumara-people/gorney-text


National Geographic photo gallery of the Tarahumara:

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2008/11/tarahumara-people/kendrick-photography

Sunday, July 25, 2010

A Simple Case


Paiko had been waiting for his girlfriend to have sex with her last client when the police raided the brothel. “You will soon be released,” the Sergeant had kept telling him. So why was he now standing before the President and Commander in Chief of the Jungle Republic, the kangaroo court in Area F, which had “the worst torture chamber in the whole of this country”? And could the power of his storytelling save him?

A wonderful tale from Nigeria....read more here:

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2010/08/a-simple-case/8035

Monday, July 5, 2010

Nigerian Nightmare


Jeffrey Tayler describes a death-defying bus adventure across Nigeria.

Excerpt from the article:

"He don't delay," said Rotimi. "He go to Kano now. Half-price of the bus and just as fast."

We parted and I got out. The seller took my arm and pulled me through the crowd.

"Here de bus."

Ahead of me, listing to the left, stood a ramshackle blue Toyota minibus whiskered with two green-white Nigerian flags. A pair of pasted-on eyebrows raised in alarm -- stickers proclaiming, cryptically, "GOD DEY!" -- graced the upper corners of the windshield. The bumper mouth was covered with a splattering of crushed bugs and sparrow carcasses. The skin-thin tires seemed to be of various sizes, and all were as smooth as a baby's behind. A wavy white line resembling the EKG of someone in acute cardiac distress ran down the sides. Across the brow, I noticed, was the lettering UNCLE AYOS EXPRESS. Seven hundred miles to Kano, I thought with a shudder. Involuntarily I stepped back and found myself shaking my head in denial. Where was Rotimi?

Read More at...
http://www.salon.com/travel/feature/1998/12/30/feature/index.html

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Stone Forests of Madagascar


Stunning Photos of the Stone forests of Madagascar...


http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2126941/Life-edge-Inside-worlds-largest-STONE-forest-tropical-rain-eroded-rocks-300ft-razor-sharp-spikes.html


Article from National Geographic....

On an island famous for its biodiversity (90 percent of the species here are endemic, found nowhere else on Earth), the 600-square-mile protected area is an island unto itself, a kind of biofortress, rugged, largely unexplored, and made nearly impenetrable by the massive limestone formation—the tsingy—running through it.
The great block of Jurassic stone has dissolved into a labyrinth of knife-edged towers, slot canyons, and wet caves that ward off humans while harboring other animals and plants. New species are frequently described from the isolated habitats within—a previously unknown coffee plant in 1996, a minuscule lemur in 2000, a bat in 2005, a frog two years later. Even larger animals have been found relatively recently, including a long-legged lemur discovered in 1990 but named, somewhat whimsically, only in 2005 after British comedian and conservation advocate John Cleese.
Read more...
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2009/11/stone-forest/shea-text/1