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4 Essential Tips For The Bald Traveler

Surveying the landscape around Battambang, Cambodia

The bald traveler faces unique challenges on the road. Tropical beaches, water sports, and high altitude trekking can greatly increase the risks of sun exposure.

And the longer he is traveling, the greater the likelihood he will chalk up some painful burns on the 'ole noggin.

Whether you suffer from male pattern baldness, complete baldness, or simply prefer the bold look of a hairless head, the following tips are worthy of consideration before embarking on your next adventure.

1. Bandanna

There is no greater tool in the bald man's arsenal against the sun than a classic bandanna.

Cheap, widely available, lightweight, sweat-soaking, snot-devouring bandannas are the multi-tool of head wear.

Just remember to buy a lighter color, such as blue, versus black, which will turn your head into the equivalent of an asphalt parking lot in summer.

2. Hat

Baseball caps, 360-degree rims, cold-weather beanies, or cowboy style all provide shade for your face, nose, and sometimes even ears and neck, in addition to your scalp.

Hats are useful when you're in the most exposed of conditions, such as fishing off the coast of a Caribbean island, or in cold-weather climates, such as atop the snow-capped peaks of the Himalaya. Both situations can offer few options for seeking shade.

3. Sunscreen

The bald man has probably tried every sunscreen or lotion under the...well...sun, and may even have a favorite.

The author, who has watched his hair disappear from atop his head throughout his mid-to-late twenties, tried out Bull Frog Quick Gel Sport Spray (SPF 36) on two separate trips to Costa Rica and Belize.

Being an alcohol based spray, it was easy to apply, didn't sting (as some can), and was extremely effective in the tropical heat.

4. Shade Strategy

The bald traveler can sometimes be identified by the zig-zagging pattern he makes as he dashes between spots of shade while walking along trails or roads during mid-day.

For those sensitive to the sun, planning your day around when it's strongest makes perfect sense...so do it!

Even those with hair tend to stay out of the sun in tropical locations due to the intense heat.

While these tips were written tongue-in-cheek, skin cancer is all too common. Stay safe on the trail!

2007 Cherry Blossom Festival In Full Bloom

The famed cherry blossoms surrounding the tidal basin in Washington, DC were in full bloom this weekend. The Festival kicked off Saturday, March 30, with tens of thousands of locals and tourists from around the world descending upon the National Mall to enjoy the day. Upon exiting the Smithsonian metro station (which puts you on the Mall, halfway between the Washington Monument and Capitol Building), I was immediately struck by all the kites in the air. Apparently April is also national kite month, and it was one of the first events of the festival. I circled the tidal basin, completely open to the beautiful blossoms and kaleidoscope of languages being spoken. I unleashed the options on my digital camera for the first time, snapping pictures in a wide array of settings, mostly with super fine (1600x1200) resolution based on a great post I read recently. Below are my unedited favorites, in the order taken, which was between 2:30-4:30pm. It was mostly cloudy, and as the afternoon wore on, I didn't adjust to account for the dimming sunlight. Maybe next time I'll get up early enough for sunrise...yeah right! I included links to larger versions hosted on Flickr.

Comments are appreciated!

Capitol Building - Large - 1024x768

Jefferson Memorial - Large - 1024x576

Cherry Blossoms and Washington Monument - Large - 1024x768

FDR Memorial - Large - 1024x576

White House (a Democrat can't get there soon enough!) - Large - 1024x576

World War II and Lincoln Memorials - Large - 1024x768

5 Days In Amsterdam Is 1 Too Many

In honor of my parents current vacation in Belgium and The Netherlands, I am posting three journal entries from my time in Amsterdam. The following entries were written July 14-17, 1998.

Day 5

We got to Amsterdam exactly on time, 9:20 PM, Monday night. The train station had plenty of backpackers. Sam is having trouble getting money. We have to figure out how to use the damn phones. We found a hostel in the Red Light District with one room left. Coffee shops were everywhere. We dropped our stuff off, and hit the town. The streets of the Red Light District were truly ablaze with a neon red glow, emanating from the lights installed in the prostitute's windows. We walked around the District. There were some good looking women in the windows, but none on the street. Most of the businesses seemed to close at 1 AM. The only loud bars were gay, Jaques and the Cockring. We went back to the room where I drank a bottle of red wine and slept.

We were awoken at 9 AM by two guys who busted into are room and said "you've got one hour to shit, shower, and shave." We got our egg and bread breakfast downstairs, then set out toward Bob's Youth Hostel. We got there and got a room before noon. It filled quickly. While we were waiting for all the rooms to be cleaned, we went to the Hootsie Tootsie coffeehouse. The coffee we got was in a cup the size of a thimble, and it was so strong! You could practically eat the grains of coffee. The woman there gave Bill an orange for free. Later, when Sam asked for one she seemed to take offense by saying she was doing us a favor by giving us one. I also tried to find out what was in the "smart" drinks, apparently liquor and something (that came in three different colors). Bob's is nice, dormitory, cheap, friendly, popular. The toilet is weird though: your shit falls onto a plateau, and then when you flush, it goes down. The result is you sitting on top of your shit and toilet paper until you are ready to flush. This seems like a very smelly way to do things, but I guess it saves water.

Day 6

Today, we slept till 10 AM, when they woke us up to clean the rooms. The free breakfast was OK. Last night we met a girl named Rebecca, from our hostel, who was quite friendly. She joined us for our evening. We went to the Jolly Joker after short stays at a few other places. I liked this coffee shop a lot. We sat at the bar and watched the bartender explain the effects of eating/smoking hash to a couple of tourists.

Well it has also been fun hanging out down on the first floor of Bob's: $1 Heineken's is good with me (later I find out it is much cheaper to just buy them at the nearby supermarket). We ventured down to the Heineken Brewery this afternoon, but the tickets normally sell out by 11 AM so we decided to go tomorrow. We then went to the Vincent Van Gogh Museum. House of Arles, Sunflowers, and Wheatfield With Crows, among others were my favorites. We then went back to the hostel, where I went to the bathroom. I'm starting to adjust to my European diet, and I probably should start eating more to stay feeling well. Finally, Dave, Sam, and I went to the Magic Mushroom Gallery. They had lots of weird herbal drugs, like powder that you snort like cocaine. It was all legal though, and I guess there is a demand? We also went to one of the Sex Museums. It was a novel idea, I guess, but not too interesting.

Day 7

Today I went down to the Heineken Brewery at 11 AM in order to get tickets for the 2:30 PM tour. After that, I went to the Rijksmuseum. I was able to get through the whole museum in 1 ½ hours. The Nightwatch by Rembrandt was interesting. There were also several Vermeers. Paintings are much easier to appreciate in person, especially when it comes to size and color. The doll houses were interesting: miniature paintings, china, carpets, and furniture. There was some Renaissance art, but no artists I knew. Also, the minute I stepped off the trolley this morning, I felt diarrhea coming on. I immediately searched for a restroom , and luckily found one at a McDonald's. They didn't have any toilet paper, but I had a napkin in my pocket.

The Brewery tour was great. They no longer make beer in the building, so you can't see the actual process. Instead, they had a multimedia presentation that was, at times, very funny (unintentionally). After that, Dave, Sam, and Eric went to the Magic Mushroom Gallery. That night I was very happy. We went to a club called 114, which had a cover, and sucked (empty). We also went to the Doors coffee shop, Baba's, and the Whootsie Tootsie again. At the last place, we got there 20 minutes before it closed. There was a crazy bartender there. He had the build of Jean-Claude Van Damme and the long, curly hair of (?) someone else. He welcomed us with handshakes, and another guy asked where we were from. Obviously, we had found a local bar. It was definitely nicer than the other, more touristy places. I love Amsterdam. The women are all skinny and cute. Almost everyone speaks English, and their pastries are great. Tonight we saw four drunken people box in a taxi, while on their bikes on a narrow back street. I thought it was adorable.

Day 8

We planned on taking a night train to Prague today (Friday). This meant we had the whole day to kill. We went to a coffee shop called the Dolphin's Smile, where they had painted the walls in an appropriate way for the theme. After being driven out by the horrible music, we went to the Cafe Chocolate where we got some chocolate cake (what else). We took our pieces and ate them while sitting out on the sidewalk tables. We left before I got to check out the skateboard park. I did see one group of kids backpacking with their skateboards. And, I did get to meet some interesting people. It was hard to sleep on the night train, since we were upright. I was really tired, too.

Postscript - Bob's was truly the first hostel I had stayed at in my life. It's where I first experienced hostel and backpacker culture.

Why Ignorance Can Be Bliss On The Road

Since reading The Lost Girls' post on their trials and tribulations in northern Vietnam (especially the part about the cab ride from hell), I started to reflect on my own experiences, and the few times I felt threatened abroad (at least that I can remember). The experience that stands out the most in my mind was during my 2-day stay on the French Riviera...

Nice, France, August 1998

The French Riviera sounded rich and exotic, so I made it a must-see on my European tour. Rock, rather than sand beaches aside, it was a pretty city, and I was halfway through my trip and feeling as though I had the swing of independent travel. Early on my first full day, I came across a plaza as I was exploring. It was rather large, and seemingly popular and well trafficked by locals and tourists. I remember it because I saw a bunch of skateboarders working some ledges. I sat down on a bench on the edge of the park to observe, trying to figure out how good they were. I was a skater myself at the time so I enjoyed secretly rating the skills of others. I got the impression they were a group of friends.

Later that evening, I decided to walk along the plaza side of the street on my way to dinner. I was carrying my standard 1.5 liter of bottled water, though it was only half full. As I walked past the plaza, one of the older locals among the group I saw earlier motioned to me to give him my water. I immediately got the feeling the guy was on an arrogant power trip, perhaps showing off to the others. At the least I found it intrusive - certainly not something I'd ever encountered in the States, New York City, or Washington, DC. I could've said "no" for a variety of reasons running through my head, including the fact that it was gross to think I would then drink from the same bottle afterwords, or some random dude is cheating me of the water I paid for and fully intended on drinking that night (thus forcing me to buy more while I was on a tight budget). I was in no position to say "no" though, being vastly outnumbered by a group (I'm willing to say gang even) of kids hanging out all day in a public park in the Summer heat. If you've seen the movie Kids, then you know the thoughts running through my head about getting beat-up for no particular reason other than you've insulted a kid trying to prove himself. So I gave him my water. I then turned to find someone offering me drugs (which I declined). I turned back and saw some woman gulping my water. After she sucked it down, they returned the near-empty bottle to me.

I remember walking away pissed, and feeling belittled. I knew it was the right thing to do, I just didn't like the way it made me feel. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. You give the person your water because you don't know if they're drunk, on drugs, or looking for an excuse to fight.

The traveler is always at a disadvantage, whether it be knowledge of the locale, language, or local customs and culture. Learning to let go of one's pride is not an easy task. Buddhists subscribe to the belief that something so seemingly simple can truly take infinite lifetimes to achieve. The good news is it gets easier with practice. It's my hope that by acquiescing quickly and easily when I feel threatened or in danger on the road, I skirt the escalation of events such as occurred with the 3 Lost Girls, when their refusal to pay a small cab fare which was potentially inflated, based on principal, lead to a yelling, spitting cabbie who felt just as wronged as them.

5 Reasons Why I Blog

I recently commented on nomad4ever's post about reasons why he, and others, blog.

I realized if I'm sharing those thoughts with his readers, I certainly should share them with my own.

1. An outlet to share my travel experiences and advice, partly as a way to encourage others to travel independently.

Soon after I returned home from my European trip in the Summer of '98, I learned HTML and transcribed my travelogue onto the Internet from my parent's basement.

My trip was a life-changing experience, and I wanted to let the world know about it and encourage others to do the same.

I can still remember how painstaking the process was to re-type all the text from my messy handwriting and scan all my photos.

Before I knew it, people were reading my entire 50-day journal and asking me questions in preparation for their trips.

As a result, I created the domain "gobackpacking.com" in 1999 as a way to share my newfound travel knowledge and encourage others to take similar trips.

Nine years later, I'm upping the ante, and this blog is intended to be a way for me to share my experiences planning for, embarking upon, and returning from, a solo trip around the world!

2. Stay in touch with family and friends while abroad.

I would venture to say this reason is one I share in common with all my fellow travel bloggers.

Sharing experiences and photos from the road, in close to real-time form, is a revelation in communications.

You already know that, though, given you're reading this right now!

Sending postcards is a nice gesture; however, you can't fit much on them.

Writing lengthy letters might work for the one or two people most important to you; however, I've yet to meet anyone drafting old-school handwritten letters to home.

Instead, Internet cafes have invaded every nook and cranny of the backpacker trail.

It's a good thing. However, I do not intend to feel as though my blog is an umbilical cord while I'm away (i.e., the posting frequency will be lower, though content more exotic!)

3. Make a little extra income to help me on the road.

It had been about five years since I last updated my website, when my good friend Kai, brother, and parents finally convinced me to pick it up again (because I love it, they knew).

In November '06, I wiped the dust off my computer and began working on the site again - first adding a robust phpBB message board, then this WordPress blog. I learned about Google AdSense and Text Link Ads.

I responded positively to some recent e-mails I had received about advertising.

It didn't take long for me to find out the time and work I invested in the earlier years could benefit me now, so it was not as though I was starting all over again.

As a result, I'm working harder to ensure my site and blog can provide reoccurring if humble, earnings while I'm unemployed and traveling.

Your readership and support will help me BIG time down the line!

4. To help break my TV addiction.

There's no doubt about it, when I'm working on the website, I watch less TV, and listen to more music.

I know I watch too much TV - I always have, and I know better.

I have developed a better awareness about it, and am more likely to turn it off sooner when I realize I'm in a hypnotic state rather than actively enjoying the show I'm watching.

My recent trips to Costa Rica and Belize over the past two years have helped to remind me there's a whole world out there ready to enjoy!

5. I like to write, and I'm sure blogging helps strengthen my writing skills.

If you've been reading along, you'll know I'm courting the idea of trying to become a published travel writer.

I'm working with a local writer whose work has appeared in major newspapers and blogs.

Learning about copywriting to provide quality content on this blog will surely develop my writing skills.

I now throw the gauntlet down to a few blogs I read regularly - what are your top 5 reasons?

Stacy at Rambling Traveler
Nath at Ubertramp
Dan at The Lost Globe

Passport Renewal and My First Travel Writing Assignment

Passport Renewal

Yesterday, I had a new passport photo taken at my local FedEx Kinko's. The cost was $5 per set, where a set equaled two photos. I ordered a total of three sets for starters. Two photos were sent along with my passport renewal application, and I'm keeping the other four for future use. Actually, I was a bit surprised at the cost, and decided I could probably scan and print more for less, using my parent's computer. The actual passport renewal fee was $67. On top, I felt it appropriate to FedEx the application given it included my old passport. The total cost was about $100. It was money well spent!

My last passport renewal was in August 1997, a year before I was to take my first backpacking trip (to Europe). In looking back at that picture, I was quite chubby in the cheeks. I've lost about 25 pounds, and a head of hair in that time.

Assignment Old Town Alexandria

After a cool, rainy Saturday, I hit Old Town Alexandria, Virginia with a bounce in my step today. My travel writing assignment was to write a 1,000 word piece on the top 10 must-see's of the city. I worked in Old Town from 2002-2004, so I already had some locations and ideas in mind, however I didn't want to be prejudiced to them. Plus, what's the fun in being a travel writer if I'm going to pretend to know everything about a certain place without going out to experience it first hand.

So with the sun shining, I pounded the brick sidewalks, and made an afternoon of the assignment. Surprisingly, I had a heck of a good time with myself, and the city's offerings. After putting it off a few weeks, I now have 6 days to write my piece and submit it to Mr. Haines. Submission will be followed by a group critique at his house. Once I've written and revised the piece, I will post it here under a new Category entitled "Publish Me!"

Whitewater Rafting in Costa Rica

The following journal entry was written Saturday, May 14, 2005 in Costa Rica:

6:42 am

I'm awaiting the pick-up by Exploradores Outdoors to go rafting for the day on the Pacuare River. I'm trying not to be anxious that it's past 6:30 am, though if the tour company knows they have a person to pick up at hostel Pangea, I'm good to go. I checked out the adventure company website, to get a little background, looks reputable. I woke up at 5 am again today. I don't even need an alarm clock. I'm not sure if it's still jetlag or what. I keep losing track of what I'm spending. I bought a $22 Puma Italia Soccer shirt yesterday. Let's see, I've cashed $150 in traveler's checks, and withdrawn $100 from my checking account (really a net of $90 because I got $10 change when paying for the rafting). The rafting is probably the biggest 1-day expense I'll have.

3:02 pm

The rafting has come to an end. We got in the river at 10:30 am and were out around 2:30 pm, plus 45 minutes for lunch in the middle. The mini tour bus was comfortable. I'm starting to get used to being driven around the edges of the jungles and cliffs and mountains. Just gotta relax and trust the driver. The ride here was scenic, lots of waterfalls. We stopped for breakfast, toast, eggs, fruit salad (really good), OJ. Then a short bus ride, 15-minute walk down to the river. River Pacuare. I was in a raft with 3 Southern Americans (Mississippi & Georgia), and a couple from San Jose, CA. I got their pic. Veronica and someone (I can't recall his name). Our river guide was Fernando, he just stayed in a kayak, safety guy/photographer. Seemed to have a lot of fun too. Our raft guide was David.

I was wearing my Adidas sandals, not a good idea. First my feet haven't been used to sandals; second there was no ankle strap. So one of the guys had to duct tape. I put two pieces around each foot. 30-45 minutes into the river, my right foot went numb. I realized the tape had cut off circulation to the lower half of my foot! I pulled the tape off and began shaking my foot, then switched sides with the other guy in front. My foot started to feel better, and then I realized the sandals were hurting my feet too. I realize I was wearing the worst possible footwear, and fiddling around with them in rapids was not smart. We hit two Class IV rapids and five Class III rapids. There were rapids quite often, with rests of calm water maybe one to two minutes long. Saw some butterflies, vultures picking at a dead sloth, and a few birds here and there. We saw plenty of waterfalls, and rode beneath a few. Lunch was tortillas with lettuce, onion, turkey, ham, cheese (burrito), trail mix, watermelon, pineapple, and lemonade.

At the end, I had an Imperial, water and another granola bar. I could've used more water, I'm feeling a slight headache, definitely need to pack more snacks and water going forward, just in case. For example, 45 minutes into the way back to San Jose, traffic jam. A car flipped over. The ambulance has already left, and we're still parked. It's been about 30 minutes. I'm starting to see my sunburn. We got out of the van, as many others got out of their cars. A car in front of us with a group of young men started playing soccer, juggling the ball with music playing in their car. It's such a contrast to America in our traffic jams. I took a picture, I had too. It is a cool scene. The guys aren't in a hurry, pissed off, talking on a cell phone. Just interesting. I'm feeling a slight headache. Probably a bit dehydrated. On the river near the end, we all jumped out of the rafts. I was floating on my back, looking at the forest from another viewpoint. It was wonderful. I felt very lucky to be there, at that moment, present to enjoy the splendor of nature.

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A Pay Raise Realized

Raise!

It's the first Friday of Spring in the States and...payday!

This is my first paycheck to include my merit increase for 2006.

It's a nice monthly boost which will just barely cover my rather large rent increase for the next 7 months.

Time is really flying now. It's hard to believe it's been 5 years since I conjured up the idea to travel around the world.

Here's the rough plan:

Late September - submit my resignation at work (shhh!)
November 2 - last day of work
November 3 - move key possessions to storage, and shack up with my retired parents
November 22 - celebrate Thanksgiving with family (parents only, as brother likely to be overseas)
Soon after - fly to New Zealand (exact date to be determined based on cheap airfare)

Remembering Rome by Moonlight

I continued to read "On the Road" while everyone returned to the room. Above me was a beautiful brunette from NYC. To my right was a beautiful blonde from New Zealand, and there was a girl from Australia. The other four beds were filled by two couples. I slept by the window, periodically turning to see the crescent moon over Rome. -- Journal excerpt, July 31, 1998 (my first day in Rome, Italy)

I remember that evening almost 9 years ago like it was yesterday. It's funny how such moments can later feel etched in your mind, while seemingly inconsequential at the time. I definitely remember making a mental note of the fact that I could lie on my lower bunk, surrounded by several young, attractive fellow travelers in a pension in the Italian capital, and simply turn my head to the left to see a bright white moon watching over the city.

I'm reminded of my first night in Rome every time I take notice of the moon. Full moons, half moons, crescent moons - they all take me back to that moment in time when I felt as though I was the luckiest guy ever. Backpacking around Europe on my own, a newly minted college graduate, beaming with confidence and newfound independence!

Every now and then I even spy the moon from my current apartment, while lying in bed, with the shades slightly open (I like a few shadows cast on the walls as I doze off). It's calling out to me to see it from all angles and latitudes...and I'm going to answer that call in December.

Sunsets are a dime a dozen. Who out there has a memorable moon moment?

Ireland - The Cliffs of Moher, Doolin, and the Aran Islands

In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I've selected two previous journal entries from my adventures in Europe. Enjoy!

Days 47: Tuesday, August 25, 1998

I decided to spring for another bus ticket ($15) to get to the Cliffs of Moher. The bus trip went by fairly slow. We got to take a car ferry for 20 minutes too. It turned out that the bus changes drivers (and has a layover of 1 ½ hours) at the cliffs. This ended up being the perfect amount of time to explore. When I got there, the weather (not the sky) was clear. Then, fog and clouds covered up the cliffs, and then it cleared a half hour later. As I was leaving, the visibility was less than 100 feet. I thought this constant change created an interesting effect. Though I was a little weary, I decided to walk along the edge of the cliffs. It was very exhilarating, and I was proud of myself! It was the first chance on my trip that I got to climb around/up and down rocks. The scene reminded me of Friedrich's "Monk by the Sea," a very spiritual painting showing man's insignificance in relation to the size and power of nature. I took several pictures, but there is no way they will be able to convey what it felt like to be engulfed in the mist of the Atlantic.

I ended up hopping off the bus in the lower village of Doolin, the unofficial trad music capital of Ireland. I walked down to the shore where I got my first glimpse of the small ferry I would be taking to the Aran Islands. It was being tossed all over by the sea. At this point, I seriously considered changing my plans. I decided to think about it. Then I decided that if I never got the chance to come back, how could I skip these islands. Plus, if I didn't go, I would have to leave Doolin because there would be nothing to do during the day.

On the way back from the coast, I stopped at O'Connor's Pub. This was the first of the two venues for the "world class trad" music I would see. It was populated with a good mixture of locals and tourists. I decided to check out the other pub in the upper village (15 minute walk). McDermott's had about ten to fifteen people (including staff). The decor included signs like "if I wanted to hear an asshole, I would have farted." The other bar had foreign currencies and police/fire badges on the walls. At this point, I decided to hit O'Connor's for the night. I ended up not getting a seat, it was crowded, and I was kind of bothered by the fact that they didn't do any singing. I left early, though the music was good (and original too).

Day 48: Wednesday, August 26, 1998

I woke up and headed down to the ferry dock. The sky had cleared overnight, and it was only partly cloudy now. But, the sun was shining down on me. I boarded the ferry, noticing the water on deck. I ended up sitting on the side of the boat that got soaked by the rough Atlantic waves. After about ten minutes of getting wet, me and everyone else in the immediate area moved. I sat (alone) on a bench near the one I was just on. I was surprised at how well I felt. And the seas were quite rough, the tiny ship was tossed. Water rolled back and forth across the deck. I didn't mind getting wet. It all added to my rough seas experience. I know the trip out to the islands was bumpy because on the way back, the water was still, and the ride was smooth.

About ten steps after I got off the boat, I was reeled into a tour bus. I got in since it was going to all the attractions ($7.50). It turns out that most people bike the island. And at ten miles long, it is not too bad for a day's workout. The whole island was covered with miles of stone walls. The amazing part was how the rocks were all placed and balanced by hand. The fort was said to be at least 4,000 years old! I tried on a $135 Aran sweater, but didn't come close to buying it. Just too expensive. I realized when I got back to the hostel that I was sunburned (in Ireland, no less). I took a three hour nap.

I only got out of bed to check out McDermott's. When I got there (after checking out an amazing sunset), I was so tired. Even more, I had no money, only enough for a pint of cider. The band was really good, and for the first time, I saw a person playing a pipe/flute. Six people in all. There was no singing after the first two songs. Once again, I was forced to stand due to the crowd. Tired, I returned to the hostel for sleep. As I walked back, in the dark, noticing the stars, I thought about how little had changed in that Doolin pub. There were travelers in the past, who could stop for the night and be entertained by a trad band. I thought about this for awhile, even as I went to sleep.

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Annual Bonus, Savings Update, Etc.

I received my first annual bonus...ever...yesterday. I'd been looking forward to the day since my company was acquired in 2005.

Perhaps that is why it seemed so anti-climactic. I had earmarked the whole bonus for my RTW savings 15 months before it was in my pocket.

Don't get me wrong; I'm very satiated by the fact that half of it is now earning me 4.5% interest in my ING Direct savings account!

Still, there were no champagne bottles uncorked...no gourmet dinner with a girlfriend...or beers with friends to celebrate.

And for those of you who've kept up with my dental tribulations, you may know that much of the money won't even go toward my trip, but rather a dental implant I'm getting in four short days.

I was reviewing my savings targets, and it seems as though I'm going to have to start saying "no" more often and more aggressively than I have in the past.

Still, it feels like I'm getting walloped right now with a confluence of expenses. Here are the big ones:

$1500 - Stage 1 of dental implant
$180/month - Amount of my rent increase, effective February (to Oct)
$200 - new wheel for my car (I have a crack in one, and I'm running on borrowed time and air)
$150 - 6-month car tune-up (VW in da house)

On the plus side, I realized last year I couldn't afford a vacation this Spring as I've done the previous two years.

It'd be too detrimental to my overall plans.

I know it's the right decision, even though I'd come back super motivated (and more excited, if that's possible).

In the future, I will be dedicating more time to how to work your way out of debt, and save, save, save for whatever it is that you want.

For now, check out the financial situation I'm coming from 5 years ago, to see how far I've come to position myself to take a RTW trip by year's end!

The Famous Yaks of Manali, India

Manali

Like the ride to Lake Rewalsar, the Manali drive was astonishing! There were endless hills filled with exotic plants.

Once we got closer to Manali, I noticed that the most prevalent plant was cannabis. Weed was growing everywhere!

It took a while to find the hotel, and when we did, the desk guy did the usual I need to see your passport before letting you go into the hotel room scheme.

For some reason (Terrorism? /Taxes?), this is standard practice in all Indian hotels.

Also, as usual, the hotel room was only half-clean despite it being relatively expensive by Indian standards.

That night we went to the touristy part across the bridge and had some international food.

Despite having a population of less than 7,000, Manali had the feel of a mid-sized international city.

The following day our driver took us up to Rohtang Pass, the second-highest motor pass in the world, which is only open from June to September.

Along the lower part of the road, we must have passed at least 50 clothing rental shops, renting out winter clothes for the extreme weather conditions on top of the pass.

The road up looked dangerous as it was only one lane and enveloped in thick fog. Our driver didn't seem to think so, going as fast as he possibly could.

On the way up, I spotted several magnificent vultures circling.

Unlike in western culture in Tibetan culture, vultures are considered a good omen.

I also saw an unfortunate cow that fell down a cliff, along with a jeep on its back that had probably also taken a tumble down a cliff.

After about an hour of driving, we reached the summit point, crowded with Indian tourists.

The summit was 3,200 meters in height. My uncle told me that it was considered the end of the world in ancient times, past the summit, was Tibet.

The view was amazing, but fog prevented a fully clear picture. At the base of the summit, there was still snow despite it not being overly cold.

Most of them from parts of India where it does not snow at all, the tourists were delighted. There was a tire sled ride, and I spotted a few yaks.

The yaks in Manali were famous since yaks are very rare outside of Tibet. I paid the keeper a couple of hundred rupees, and he let me ride the yak for about 10 minutes.

The beast stayed very calm and was a lot more humble than the horses I have ridden before.

On our way down, we stopped at a cafe located directly on the river. It was the first time I had seen a restaurant with tables situated on the river!

The water flowing was ice cold, but it didn't matter. The experience was terrific.

Near the cafe, I spotted a paraglide shop. For only 450 rupees ($10), I could paraglide down the mountain.

I wanted to do it but knew it would be a bad idea to paraglide in shorts and sandals, so sadly, I declined.

After talking to my family, I came to the consensus that I would not be traveling to Ladakh since it was a two-day bus ride with extreme weather conditions.

I heard from many travelers that the buses sometimes break down on the route, leaving travelers stranded for days. It was a hard decision not to go since I might not ever have the opportunity again.

We ended up leaving Manali the following day. I wish I stayed in Manali a little longer and had packed better gear for trekking/rafting.

The area was ripe with outdoor adventures waiting to happen. I felt like I only got a preview of what it had to offer and was hungry for more.

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This series on India was written and submitted by guest author Stefan K.

Exploring India's Lake Rewalsar Region

Many travelers in Dharamsala that I met told me that they were just staying a few days and then moving on to the north, mountainous town of Manali. After talking to several people it was clear to me that I had to visit Manali. My family including my grandpa, mother, uncle, and aunt, all wanted to make the trip as well. So I patiently waited 4 weeks for them to get ready and then we finally drove off in a rented car with driver.

Since my family was coming along I knew our trip would have a heavy Buddhist influence to it. The plan for the trip was to do one night at Lake Rewalsar and then two nights in Manali. The trip from Dharamsala to Lake Rewalsar was astonishing. We stopped at several waterfalls and Gompas (small Tibetan Buddhist temples). Our driver, like most in India, was a little bit crazy. My grandfather ended up puking a couple of times on the ride...which I found strange at first, but then I came to the realization that the guy has probably been in a car less than a dozen times and was getting old.

Lake Rewalsar

Rewalsar Lake is considered to be an important stop to Buddhist pilgrims and is considered to be an important holy site to Hindus, Buddhists, and Sikhs. Several temples are located along the small lake which legend has it was formed by Padmasambhava, who was burned by a local Hindu king for teaching the king's daughter. Padmasambhava was responsible for spreading Buddhism into Tibet. The lake is stocked with a large amount of fish that are fed daily by visitors. I don't think I've ever seen so many fish in such a small area fighting for food! In the small town we met several natives from Ladahk, a region that is very similar to Tibet in language, culture, and geography, also on Buddhist pilgrimage.

The next day we packed our bags and our driver took us to a temple above Rawalsar. I suspected that the driver was still drunk from the night before, but it didn't seem to affect his drivingtoo much. The mountain side temple was where Padmasambhava was said to have meditated. A few of the boulders outside of the temple have footprints embedded in them that are said to be from Padmasambhava. As strange as it may sound, this might be true. Multiple yoga masters have been able to embed their footprints in objects as hard as boulders, and it has been demonstrated multiple times near the temple. The temple was remarkably peaceful and consisted of a network of caves. Several Buddhist monks to this day live in solitude meditating inside the caves to seek enlightenment. I was surprised at how cute some of the female monks looked. Unfortunately the cuter ones refused to take a photo with me! After a couple of hours of walking around the hillside and eating random berries that led to a stomach ache, we headed off to Manali.

To be continued...

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This series on India was written and submitted by guest author Stefan K. See more of his photos from India.

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Casual Adventure, Best Gear Store on Earth

Arlington, VA - I was a young 21 when I first walked into Casual Adventure.

I was on the prowl for a backpack to accompany me around Europe for the summer.

Nine years later, I found myself returning once again as I prepare for my first trip around the world.

Casual Adventure is a family owned and operated retail store selling high quality camping, hiking, and backpacking equipment.

Their early years, dating back to 1955, were dedicated to selling military surplus supplies. The store is located off Washington Boulevard in the youthful Clarendon area.

The hallmark of my shopping experiences over the years has been the excellent customer service.

Sales associates are knowledgeable, friendly, and patient. Their motto " We Can Outfit You from Great Falls to Nepal" was the result of their supplying a man with Mountain Hardwear, who then went on to summit Mount Everest in 2000.

A large framed photo of him on top of the world, holding the store's logo, hangs on a wall by the jackets.

Everything I've purchased there has withstood the wear and tear of the road, from the streets of Dublin to the jungles of Belize.

Previous purchases include: Gregory Chaos backpack, North Face cargo pants, shorts and jacket, Merrell hiking boots, socks, and a host of smaller supplies.

Future purchases will include: LED headlamp and a possible Casio Pathfinder watch (altimeter, barometer, thermometer, and compass).

One item I have yet to buy is a bandanna, as they keep throwing them in free of charge.

My favorite part of the store is the wall of customer pictures.

Anyone can bring a photo and tape it to the wall to show off their spirit of adventure.

My contribution to the wall consists of a snapshot of the erupting Arenal volcano in La Fortuna, Costa Rica, circa May 2005.

In an age of ever increasing retail camping conglomerates, it's nice to know I can still walk into a local store and receive great products, service, and bandannas!

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Casual Adventure is located at 3541 N. Washington Blvd., Arlington, VA 22201. Phone: 703-527-0600.

Lounging in Cahuita, Costa Rica

I wrote the following journal entry on Sunday, May 15, 2005:

4:50 pm

Kendall, Canadian girl I met at the hostel in San Jose. I was in the common room, reading and watching TV.

She was seated opposite me; I couldn't help but notice her nice, tan legs as she sat with one leg over the chair arm.

She asked me what I was up to a bit later and I had responded "reading."

She wanted some company on the five-block walk to the supermarket.

I picked up some empanadas; she got veggies and noodles for a stir-fry. I watched her cook it up at the hostel.

A Dutch guy, Frederick, was staying in my hostel room so we talked a bit. I also met a Dutch guy on the rafting trip, Klaus.

I'm looking forward to some Caribbean food. Dinner y cerveza.

The mosquitoes are starting to get me here. I'm in no rush. It's nice. Not a care in the world.

In, out

Deep, slow

Calm, ease

Smile, release

Present moment, wonderful moment

May I be filled with loving kindness;

May I be well.

May I be peaceful and at ease;

May I be happy.

The sound of the waves crashing is very rhythmic.

Almost like a metronome, never-ending, dynamic, yet consistent, you can count on hearing a wave crash every few seconds.

Without fail, nature is beauty. Beauty is impermanent, as are all things, thoughts, and feelings in life.

I'm experiencing great personal and spiritual growth on this trip.

It's energizing, liberating, and truly amazing. Freedom, independence, adventure, excitement, storytelling, pleasurable.

So much to write. Words flow like raindrops down a palm leaf. Hammocks blow in the wind, waiting for their next inhabitant.

It'd have to hurt if a coconut fell on your head. The clouds are wonderful. Nice breeze. Air feels/tastes salty.

Met Mark (USA/Costa Rica) and Evan (Canada) in Cahuita. Both friendly. Bananas, mangoes, pineapple, watermelon.

It'll be nice to wake up to the crashing waves. One love, one life, let's get together and it'll be alright.

I've seen more travelers with CD players than MP3 players. $14 a night, what a deal.

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Read more about my trip to Costa Rica in 2005.

Adventure Travel's Annual Expo

Where would one go to ride an aerial zip line, have golf swings analyzed, and take a scuba diving lesson under the same roof?

Adventure travelers of all ages descended upon the Washington, DC Convention Center last weekend for the final day of the 2007 Adventures in Travel Expo.

Billed as Washington's Ultimate Travel and Adventure Show, previous stops included New York, Long Beach (CA), and Chicago.

Admission was $15; however, I received a flyer for free admittance thanks to National Geographic. Perhaps my magazine subscription paid off!

Upon walking into the cavernous convention center, I got my bearings from the balcony overlooking the basement level before descending the stairs to explore.

It was a few minutes past the opening hour of 11 am on Sunday.

Once down, I was immediately confronted with the Global Beats Stage, and West African Dancers were doing their thing to a steady drumbeat.

It instantly put me in the mood to leave the reality of the day behind, and let my imagination run wild with the opportunities, displays, and brochures bombarding me from all angles.

As I moved from booth to booth, I quickly realized the cool exhibitors had raffles to enter.

Trips to Puerto Rico, Costa Rica, and Grenada, were just the tip of the iceberg.

Besides the exotic vacations, prizes ranged from a new Suzuki SUV to a carry-on size piece of luggage (I skipped that drawing).

Along with the near-endless drawings to enter, I slowly started to accumulate pamphlets and brochures from whitewater rafting companies to Teaching English as a Foreign Language programs.

My goal was simple, limit myself to what truly looked appealing for my upcoming RTW trip, and make it out of there without having to rely on the dreaded plastic tote bag.

I was having flashbacks to the auto shows I use to attend as a kid. I'd collect all the brochures, only to throw them out five minutes after getting them home (when they seemingly lost whatever appeal they held under the bright lights).

As I worked my way down each aisle, I passed from continent to continent.

I had forgotten how common it was to have attractive women at the booths.

Many were from the countries whose travel agencies they represented.

The Irish missed the memo though, as old, white-haired men staffed their booths.

Whether it was a young Australian woman or talkative Indian man, the international makeup added an air of authenticity to the show.

From Vermont to Nepal, New Zealand to Trinidad, the world was represented thoroughly.

After a solid two and a half hours, including a delicious, authentic Caribbean lunch of BBQ Chicken, with rice and beans, I departed a slightly wiser adventure traveler.

Now, what am I going to do with all those brochures?

Dharamsala, India - Home of His Holiness the Dalai Lama

From Delhi, the most practical mode of transportation to Dharamsala is by bus.

There are two bus services (State and Deluxe) available. I opted for the deluxe bus ride.

The ride to Dharamsala takes about 10 hours and goes through small, winding mountain roads.

Before coming to India, I heard many horror stories of overtired bus drivers falling asleep while driving the long stretch to Dharamsala and of ill-maintained buses breaking down on the route and travelers getting stranded.

So I was more than a little bit concerned. I ended up getting a last-minute ticket with my uncle in the back of the bus.

The ride was the worst I ever took to this day!

Legroom was non-existent, the bus, of course, had no air conditioning, the fans were broken, and the suspension in the back needed repair.

(Side note: always book a seat in-between the axels and not in the back.)

Since the Deluxe bus price is more than double the price of the government bus, it makes me wonder what it'd be like to ride a State bus.

After arriving in Dharamsala (actually, McLeodganj, which I refer to as Dharamsala), we walked up a small hill to drop my bags at my grandfather's.

I haven't seen him since I was six, so we had some catching up to do.

Unfortunately, he doesn't speak English, and I don't speak Tibetan, so we communicated by learning each others' languages and the use of a translator from time to time.

Dharamsala itself is not much of a city.

While the Dalai Lama's temple palace along with the temple in the "little Tibet" town square is nice, I wouldn't consider it marvelous.

Lower Dharamsala does, however, have the Norbuling Learning Institute, which is a remarkable temple that teaches young Tibetans cultural art skills.

It being the summer, and due to the fame of the Dalai Lama, Dharamsala is dirty and crowded with tourists, mostly hippies and ex-Israeli soldiers, who do one year India tours.

The highlight of Dharamsala is the mountainous terrain. With my uncle, I went on a 3-day journey to nearby Triund.

This is a hike that can be done by anyone in decent physical condition.

It is recommended to bring normal camping supplies; however, the journey can be made without, as long as you bring a little bit of money.

Along the hike up, there are many cafes, and at the summit, you can buy food along with lending out a sleeping bag.

There is also a fresh mountain stream where you can fill up on water.

Luckily we managed to get a prime piece of real estate.

We found a cave big enough for five people and which overlooked the summit and the surrounding area.

On day 2, I decided to wander further up the mountain to the snow line.

At this point, you are around 3,200m (two miles) altitude, so even though the path is simple to navigate, you will tire out easily.

From the snowline (which also has a cafe), you can wander further up to where snow lays year-round.

I didn't go too far up because I didn't bring my supplies with me and was hiking alone.

On the third night, my uncle and I, along with an Israeli and Swiss guy I met, decided to go back down into town.

The path to and from the summit is very easy to navigate with a full moon.

My hike to Triund ended up being one of my favorite trips in India.

It was really nice sleeping in a cave, under a full moon, making a fire, and roasting what little food we had over it.

The Swiss guy had a guitar, the Israeli guy some cards and my uncle some hash.

I managed to score some homemade alcohol from a Shepard, and we had a great couple of nights.

Those are memories I'll probably never forget.

Other things to do in Dharamsala include visiting the Shiva Cafe.

The Cafe is located in Bhagsu and sits right next to a beautiful waterfall.

This is a popular tourist point, and you can kill a few hours just walking around and relaxing next to the waterfall.

You can also visit the Karmapa's palace in lower Dharamsala.

Karmapa will likely be the face of Tibetan Buddhism once the Dalai Lama passes away.

It is possible to request an audience, and befriending a lama drastically increases your chances of being able to meet the Karmapa or the Dalai Lama.

After about a week and a half, Dharamsala felt a little too small for a city boy like me.

I met many tourists who have stayed several weeks in the town to either relax/unwind or do some volunteer work.

If you are planning on doing volunteer work, it is recommended that you look well in advance.

I would like to say thank you to Psomola for cooking, cleaning, and caring for me, my Popola for everything he did, Pala for showing me around, KP for taking me in, the two tourists I stayed in the cave with for being cool people, Norbu for coordinating everything, and all the local Tibetans who fed me, played basketball, hung out during the night, translated, and more.

Inside India - Packing List and Travel Tips

So you have decided to travel to the exotic land of India.

Unfortunately, this is no small task, and it is recommended that you plan a trip like this out more thoroughly than other destinations.

Packing List

First, check out the backpacker's comprehensive packing list. This list is the best I have found for any backpacker, regardless of the location.

The following list is an addition of things that will help you travel through India:

Lonely Planet Guide Book: Since India is such a large, diverse country with a chaotic tourist industry, it is highly recommended that you bring this guide with you if your whole trip is not planned out. The Lonely Planet India book is better than others that I have seen.

Toilet Paper: Most places in India only have squatter toilets without toilet paper. Considering diarrhea is high among travelers to India, this is highly recommended to be brought along at all times unless you don't mind using water and a bucket.

Pepto Bismol: Speaking of diarrhea, this is or some form of other stomach medicine is a must.

Chain & Lock: If you plan on taking extended train trips in anything lower than 2^nd class compartments, this is a must-have item to make sure your luggage does not wander off.

Mosquito Repellent: Mosquitoes are overly abundant during warmer times and can be really annoying.

A Buddy: Most hotel rooms in India are doubles and charge you the same rate alone or with some else. A large part of traveling through India is done by taxi, which also costs the same amount regardless of who comes with. If budget is a constraint, it is recommended to travel with someone.

Transportation Tips

Short stretches are traveled by train, bus, or taxi while longer stretches should be traveled by plane and train.

Plane tickets are often priced about the same if not lower than train tickets.

Everything in India should be booked at least two weeks in advance, so be sure to plan ahead!

Time of Year

If you are planning on going to India during the summer, you are limiting yourself to the Buddhist northern part since most of India is unbearably hot.

However, some passes in the Himalayas open up that are not accessible during the winter.

Going any other time of the year, you have the option to explore most of the Indian subcontinent.

However, it's a good idea to make advance bookings, as tourism demand is higher then the supply can keep up with.

Next: Experiencing Dharamsala - also known as Little Lhasa, the Indian home of His Holiness the Dalai Lama and other Tibetan refugees.

The Secret of My Success

Yesterday, the Salvation Army was the benefactor of my full size, barely used ironing board, and an oversized Prince tennis racket.

Since last summer, I've been slowly assessing my material belongings and deciding which are worth paying to store while I'm away, and which I'm better off donating, selling, or throwing away.

It's been an interesting and valuable experience.

Early on, I began with my clothing. I would run through my two closets looking for clothes I no longer wear.

Each week I would find something further to donate.

So why did it take several months to reach a point where I was satisfied with the amount of clothes remaining?

I'd suggest it is human nature to grasp and hold onto things, feelings, and egos, regardless of the value they currently serve us.

My awareness of these concepts was turned on around the same time, I decided to take my trip, through my decision to place a higher value on experience versus materialism.

I realized I had a pretty good lot in life, and I was reaching a point of diminishing returns in my quest to spend and consume.

Ironically, I made this decision during the four months following a layoff from my first post-college job (Careerbuilder.com).

So week after week, I realized I would survive without this shirt or those sneakers.

I brought my dumbbell set to my apartment's gym so others could benefit from the extra weight plates. I gave away books and DVDs too.

I sold my Sony VCR on Craig's List for $15. The more I gave away, the easier it became to give more.

I continued to give money to the International Campaign for Tibet, my local Buddhist center, and my alma mater, Colgate University.

I genuinely believe the more you give, the more success you will reap.

Giving is just as much to satisfy the giver's ego as it is to benefit the recipients, regardless of the dollar amounts involved.

And that is OK. Giving of your time, money, or possessions lifts the spirits.

You exude greater confidence and positive energies, and somehow people will find a way to give back to you as a result.

Regardless of your financial situation, whether you're saving every cent for a big trip or working your way out of debt, find a way to give, and you'll be a better person for it!

The Amazing Race and Peking Duck

I had two firsts last night - watching the Amazing Race and eating Peking duck.

It's ironic that I've seen a ton of reality shows, yet I have always passed up the one about international travel where the contestants carry all their stuff all on their backs.

The only reason I decided to start watching this all-star season is that I got to know Rob and Amber, a popular married couple who have been on Survivor, through another show they shot last year.

Ok, I admit that I mostly watch for Amber because she's hot! Rob makes a good sidekick.

At any rate, they came in first on the leg last shown last night from Miami to Ecuador.

I can appreciate their competitiveness and think I'm in for the full race.

The Peking duck was enjoyed at Peking Gourmet Inn, a Chinese restaurant frequented by Presidents Bush Sr, Bush Jr, the Clintons, and tons of other politicians and foreign leaders.

You can tell because there are a few hundred framed and signed photos on the wall, taken with the restaurant owners.

It's located in northern Virginia, about five miles from me. I went out with my parents for the Chinese New Year.

The place was packed, and as we were leaving around 7 pm, about 20+ people were weaving along the tight hall and lobby all the way out the front door.

I had a chef's special, the garlic sprouts with chicken and rice.

The Peking duck was my parent's dinner, of which I partook of course.

I also used the occasion to let my parents know I wanted to move in with them this November, during the few weeks after my apartment lease is up, and before I leave for New Zealand.

My Backpack Tells A Story

I bought my red Gregory Chaos backpack at family-owned Casual Adventure in Arlington, Virginia.

It was the Spring of 1998, and I was preparing for my first independent travel experience, backpacking around Europe after college with a group of my best friends.

Until then, my experience sans duffel bag or luggage was limited to a few random hiking and overnight camping trips as a kid. Based on my research (i.e., Reading Rough Guide's First Time Europe), I knew smaller was better.

If I limited the size of my pack, I had built-in protection against carrying too heavy a load. I went with a 2,700 cubic inch size because it felt snug next to the curvature of my back.

Plus, it seemed to have a strap for every conceivable adjustment, thus keeping me busy for years.

The litmus test was whether I could walk into a china shop without destroying the joint.

Chaos was the pack that gave me the most confidence. It was small enough that I've taken it as carry-on luggage on my three big trips to-date (1998, 2005, 2006).

It cost $180 and represents my most significant travel experiences - past, present, and future.

On my first day in Paris, my friends and I were clueless and spent countless hours walking with our packs on our backs. Parisians looked at us with contempt.

Over 49 more days, it accompanied me to Amsterdam, Prague, Venice, Florence, Lake Como, Rome, Nice, Dover, London, all around Ireland, and back home again.

Three years later, my brother graduated from college and inspired by my trip (I like to think); he planned a European adventure as well.

As the older brother, I lent him my pack. It was tried and true for him as well, experiencing a journey woven into its fabric, which I will never know.

While I do not have pictures of my brother's trip, I do know he wrote an excellent account of what it's like to go running with the bulls in Pamplona, Spain!

While on hiatus from international travel, my pack served me well on weekend trips from New York City to San Francisco.

When I put it on, I carry with me my past experiences of adventure, desire, loneliness, camaraderie, hardship, and wanderlust.

It bears the imprint of airport, train, bus, hovercraft, ferry, and hostel floors across the world.

My pack fit snug on my back as I walked out of the San Jose International Airport in Costa Rica, my first Central American adventure, in 2005.

On my final night of the trip, I met a Swiss guy who brought his skateboard on a long journey through South and Central America.

I envied him for his willingness to lug it around, though I wouldn't have trusted my skills at age 28, not to get me injured on the road.

My pack was happy to join me on the boats of Belize that shuttle people to the Cays in 2006, soaking in the saltwater mist along the way.

And ten years after I purchased it, my red Gregory Chaos backpack is lying ready under my bed, awaiting its most magnificent journey yet, a solo circumnavigation of our planet Earth.

You'd Better Belize It

The following journal entry was written on my third day in Belize, Saturday, May 13, 2006:

4:44 pm

I pedaled another 15 minutes and reached Captain Morgan's resort. I had a beer and water at the bar. Scoped the scene.

A lot of young and old American couples. Looked nice enough but was missing character, reality!

It's a designed fantasy - contrived. I suppose it'd be nice for a honeymoon experience, but not something I'll be doing anytime soon.

I made good time back, on purpose due to the blazing heat. It cost $5 for three hours. It was a 6-mile roundtrip ride.

Picture this - riding down a sandy path, under the blazing noon sun, Caribbean just a stone's throw away, listening to Bob Marley - One Love, Three Little Birds, and Jammin'.

Amazing, I told myself. After I lost the bike, got ice cream, I walked past Cannibals, and was surprised to see Darren and Kenny, with Carmela, and the other dudes.

They took a later boat - 3:30 pm. I got some pictures.

Darren asked me for something uniquely American, so I gave him my Washington, DC pen, the $3 one!

Kenny gave me an English VIP card for a bar. An hour later, they sadly went off and I have to admit, I was a bit sad to see them go. Good fun.

I turned and started talking to a pretty Canadian girl - Jamie. Turns out she's nearing the end of a three month Central American trip with her boyfriend.

We'll both be in Caye Caulker as well. Carmela said it's much quieter over there - perfect. Probably like Cahuita vs. Puerto Viejo in Costa Rica.

I'm going to take the 9:30 am boat I think. $10 one way. A Rastafarian, The Lyrical King, tried to sell me a CD.

He'll be playing at Cannibals from 7:30-11 pm so I'll be checking him out after a nice dinner at the Jamaican jerk place. Going to take it easy on the beer tonight.

I read a little more of my Buddhist book, "Awakening the Buddhist Heart" by Lama Surya Das.

No rush. It's a lot to absorb and I'm in no hurry. I'm glad I brought my linen shirt. It's perfect - well ventilated.

**Round the World 2008**

The waves breaking over the reef seem so close - they're really a few miles away.

Remember this feeling - use it to stay motivated for a bigger trip.

The excitement of seeing wild sharks, a pet monkey, bicycling the coast to Bob Marley and Ben Harper.

Remember the Brits - their good humor and high tolerance.

Remember Andrea and her good-hearted parents who invited me on a 3-day catamaran trip.

Remember the breeze, view, loneliness, friendliness, sense of wonder, awe, beauty, desire.

Remember to appreciate your surroundings regardless of where you are living, traveling, or lay resting.

Remember to take one step at a time, slow down, enjoy the ride.

Remember to stay positive - you can do it, I can do it, single girls are out and about, along with the guys.

Peace, love, and happiness. I'm going to write-out my MP3 playlist. I've heard two people who've had their iPods stolen.

Ricky - 9-year old spider monkey. I love it when the sun goes down, and those cool breezes kick up.

I'm not breaking new ground, by most of what I do on these trips, but the people, bonds, conversations are unique and beautiful (epiphany).

Read more about my trip to Belize in 2006.

Inspirational Quotes from Fight Club

You're not your job.

You're not how much money you have in the bank.

You're not the car you drive.

You're not the contents of your wallet.

You're not your fucking khakis.

You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

-- Tyler Durden in Fight Club

Just like Turbo Tax told me, I received my tax refund via direct deposit yesterday.

It was a big day for my trip savings, one of many over the next few months.

I feel a little more secure with each month that passes.

Secure that I have the funds and will to travel abroad long term, even if something unexpected were to happen at work.

June will be my five year anniversary with the company. Quite amazing that it's been so long. They've had the best of me in my late 20's.

After a few small updates to the website, I finally got myself to the Pentagon City Mall to buy a new belt.

I'm about six months late, and five pounds lighter, and was getting tired of putting the purchase off while my pants fell off my ass at work.

I got a nice Banana Republic black belt, without the holes. This way I can afford to lose or gain a few pounds without having to reinvest in new belts!

The second cash register wasn't working I guess, because while it wasn't busy, I had to wait about 5-7 minutes in line.

Afterward, I went to Harris Teeter next door for some groceries. There were lines there too, so I was impatient and went to the self-checkout aisle and did it myself.

The first machine wasn't working right, so I went to a second. Then there were cars taking their time to exit the garage. It was all enough to annoy me.

My parents got back from a trip to Florida last weekend and brought me a bottle of key lime juice, and a small recipe book for lime-related desserts and drinks, so I figured I'd try my hand at key lime pie tonight.

Last night, I had a few screwdrivers with the Russian vodka my parents brought back a few years ago and watched Jackass 2.

I have to admit, I laughed out loud more for the second movie than the first.

As I begin to get used to my new Canon PowerShot SD700IS digital camera, and Flickr, I'll be posting more pictures.

A lot more. I just paid to upgrade to the Flickr Pro account with unlimited storage. $25 a year seems like a great deal.

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you.

Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life.

Don't you have other things to do?

Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments?

Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it?

Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want?

Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation.

Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive.

If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned. -- Tyler

An Inconvenient Truth

I started to recycle again today. I had stopped upon moving into my current studio apartment four years ago this month.

The kitchen barely had room for a medium garbage can, let alone another bin for recycling plastic and glass.

I told myself it'd attract bugs too. I told myself I'm just one person, not making much of an impact on the world with my waste, or lack thereof.

Then I watched An Inconvenient Truth last night, after hearing about it for months.

I subscribed to global warming years ago, however, the movie was so well done, the reality so humbling, that I was spurred to get over myself and do something immediately to treat the environment a little better - the whole think globally, act locally idea.

The reality of melting glaciers is yet another reason I want to set out on my global journey as soon as possible.

My first country will be New Zealand, and I fully intend to hike on Fox Glacier, or heck maybe splurge on an ice climbing lesson in combination with the hike.

I'm super psyched about it. And it will be just the tip of the iceberg with regard to the amazing environments I'll experience.

I know I will return from these travels a greater steward of planet Earth than when I left.

In other news, I've yet to return the license plates from my first Jetta which I totaled two years ago. Why has it taken so long?

Probably because the DMV is ridiculous. I tried to get up early this morning and get to the closest one before it got crowded, but 10 am was not early enough.

It didn't help that I made 10 wrong turns to get there! I ran into my coworker Susan as I was leaving the apartment gym - she was apartment hunting.

I'm going to make a pistachio semifreddo tonight - basically, it's ice cream. And tomorrow, off to my friend Phil's for the Superbowl.

I hope Peyton Manning wins it with the Colts. But mostly, I just use it as an opportunity to socialize, and eat, drink and be merry.

Lastly, I hit 100 visitors on my new blog today. It's an exciting milestone!

The Anthem

It's a new day
But it all feels old
It's a good life,
That's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same

Good Charlotte's opening lyrics to The Anthem ring in my head from time to time. Very catchy stuff, if not a bit hackneyed.

Then again, tons of punk bands have their own "anthem" songs. It rings true though, and I could and still can identify.

I was exposed to punk rock in my early teens, after moving to New Jersey when I was 10.

My friend Jeff, in particular, exposed me to the good stuff - The Dead Kennedys, Slayer, and NWA.

I found others on my own, such as Suicidal Tendencies and Sex Pistols. It definitely helped shape my attitudes about conforming vs rebelling.

I was interviewed by Wendy Reiger of the Washington, DC NBC news affiliate last Fall for a story she was doing on people who leave their career and travel long term.

It was my 15 seconds of fame. Ok, maybe 30 seconds.

The angle was that backpacking is often thought of as something that is done when you're young, in your early or mid-'20s, before getting immersed in a career, family, house, etc.

Well, I've got my career, however, I'm far from a serious relationship, and probably wouldn't seek one out given I've set this travel goal for myself and want it too much to be diverted now.

I bought this painting in one of the many art galleries in San Jose, Costa Rica in May 2005.

"Go to college,
A university
Get a real job"
That's what they say to me
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by
And just do my time
Out of step while
They all get in line
I'm just a Minor Threat so pay no mind

The Life Acquatic

Friday, payday, good day! I just finished watching the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Great movie, a little trippy.

In particular, I really dug the Portuguese adaptations of David Bowie songs.

Bill Murray has made some great movies - among my favorite being Caddyshack, Ghostbusters, and Rushmore.

I picked up a bottle of South African Merlot at the store on the way home. I think it's the first African wine I've had.

Golden Raan - it has a gold on black graphic of Africa on the label. I'm not sure I'd buy it again as it doesn't quite float my boat.

Jacob's Creek from Australia is one of my favorites. I could even see myself checking out their vineyard if it weren't too far off the beaten track.

January is almost over, like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of our lives.

If things go according to plan, I could be on my way in nine months -crazy!

The biggest adventure of my life. Like skydiving, I might need a slight push out the door.

Not only am I writing 20 performance reviews (due in five days), I learned today I also need to self-evaluate myself (due in three days).

Of course, I'll write a stellar review for myself (my boss actually gave me that advice about a year ago), though it'll be a little weird.

There's no way around it, I'll need to put in a few hours at the office this weekend.

Three Little Birds

It's been a week since I started this blog, and I'm increasingly keen on the idea.

I've been keeping written journals for the past five years or so, and have put my three travel journals online at GoBackpacking.com.

I continue to customize this site, and I'm sure I'll find new ways to tweak the look, feel and functionality until I leave.

Today's updates include site stats and breadcrumb navigation.

The US Men's National soccer team beat Denmark today, 3-1, in the first international match since the first-round defeat in the 2006 World Cup.

I keep remembering that I'll likely be in the vicinity of China for the 2008 Olympics. Soccer would be tops on my list of events, especially if I could score tickets to a US match.

I'll get to posting a pic of myself, however, for now, I snapped this birdie outside my apartment window this afternoon.

It reminded me of Three Little Birds by Bob Marley, which is my go-to stress-relieving song.

Bob Marley's Legend has been in my car's CD changer for the past two years straight.

I'll begin posting more about myself as well, given we've got a lot of time to shoot the breeze before the adventure begins!

New Day Rising

Eureka! Installing this blog software by WordPress on my own website was a snap. I had already done the message boards a few months ago, so I'm sure that experience helped. Still, with this up and running so quickly and easily, I'm now psyched to host my Round the World travel blog on home turf! The biggest benefit will be a somewhat unlimited sense of photo storage. Life is good.

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