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October 23rd, 2015

10/23/2015

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A World View - Australia, Tasmania & New Zealand ​

All was going swimmingly well and then I got to my 'job' where I would edit this "cosmic" man's book(s) in exchange for meditation lessons --he sounded deep, ya'll.  And he was.  Madd deep.  So deep, he was in Peru when I got here, Ha!  By the time he was coming back, I didn't even want to meet him, so I packed up and headed north to the Kuranda Roots Music Festival outside of Cairns (pronounced Cannes).  It was great fun - where people from all over the world were rockin' to Stu B Doo's beats!  Stayed in the area for a few more days rubbing elbows with the indigenous, where I managed to go off my strict vegan diet to taste a kangaroo kebab and eat barramundai (fish).  I tried to bring it back to organic by eating a green ants bum (it has vit c and tastes like lime), but ruined it all over again when I took a day trip into Tasmania, which only rivals HELL - I think they were doing some devil worshipping winter solstice festival (kinda crazy!) and, skipped the oysters, skipped the duck, skipped the canolies, but had wallaby nuggets.

Fast forward to a full day of flying around, I make it in to New Zealand where they are super SUPER strict about declaring EVERYTHING and not bringing ANYTHING in.  I have jellies, I have jams, a fresh palm leaf that I made into a decoration with the rainforest people, and, the worst possible thing - I have lemons.  A gift, mind you, from some dj at the festival, which at the point where the beagle was sniffing me out, I realized could potentially have been grown with marijuana.  I don't know if it's the wallaby from the night before, but my stomach is in knots!  

Yikes, zip, zam, zoom - shiver mi fuckin timbers, I get fined a whopping $--- dollars for breaking some f*cking international law.  Now, I am glad that they didn't put me in jail , though that didn't seem to be on the table, but as many countries that have attempted to kick me out, I wish NZ would have just sent me packin'.  The place ain't all dat and I didn't even take a cat out on the plane (this time) 

Was gonna go sky diving for my bday in 11 days, but -- between the fine and my wallaby luck, I think I'll keep my 2 feet on the ground.  I sure wish I had my ruby slippers! 
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A World View - St. Vincent & the Grenadines

A journey through my favorite island - SVG.  From Bequia, to Mustique, Carriacou and the mainland of St. Vincent, tour the fort, the Owia Salt Pond, the Black Point Tunnel, and a host of schools from the Leeward to Windward sides of the island as I planted Moringa Trees with local students.

The nine mornings Vincy Christmas is unique to the island as are the many holiday activities that surround that season.  With jackfish and breadfruit as the islands main dish, one could never go hungry as the country is abundant in seafood and plush with fruit trees: papaya, soursop, coconut, golden apple, mango, passion fruit and plum, just to name a few.  Local tomato, lettuce, spinach, okra, edo, dasheen and avocado are also fresh tasty treats to add to the menu.

Bordered by both the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea, it isn't difficult to find a nice place to swim or moor your yacht.  Lots of foreign sailors stop over short- and long-term to enjoy what the island has to offer.  Below are pictures from Macaroni Beach (Mustique), Richmond Beach (St. Vincent - Leeward) and Lower Bay and Princess Margaret Beaches (Bequia).  Sailing was at the 2014 Carriacou Regatta. 

Though I did not tour the Cinnamon Plantation or hike to the La Soufriere Volcano, I did visit the turtle sanctuary and the Athneal whaling museum, as well as hike to the beautiful Trinity Falls and boat over to the pristine Falls of Baleine.  With so many other Grenadine Islands and beaches to visit, I must return to that gem on the sea. 



​Enjoy the slide show below!
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A World View - Trinidad & Tobago

10/20/2015

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Though I journeyed to the beautiful island of Trinidad in 2007 for their world renowned carnival, I only recently met my maternal side of the family who resides there.  Funny, resourceful, entertaining and some of the best cooks I have ever met, I fell in love with them immediately and began to visit as frequently as possible.  Considering that I have to fly into a bigger island before entering St. Vincent, where I absolutely love to visit, I always choose T&T, stay a few days and then continue on my trip.  My mother's first cousin Kenneth (https://www.facebook.com/kenneth.lyons3), who is a phenomenal photographer and gadgets connoisseur treats me as his own daughter and shows me parts of Trinidad that are breathtaking and fun. 


First stop, pitch lakes.  Though there were smaller ones that we stopped at first, Brea Pitch Lake is the largest and most well-known tar pit.  Bathing in the sulfuric ponds and collecting mud from the bubbling mini volcanoes, my skin was treated to the best nature has to offer.  We also used some of the time to fly a remote controlled drone overhead; both fascinating and amazing!  Also rode out to my cousin's land to do some bush clearing - though I look the part more than I played it.


Having been to Macaripe and Blanchisseusse beaches in Trindad where they sell the best shark and bake and frolicking in the wonder of the Nylon Pool in Tobago, where one can disembark from the boat in the middle of the ocean and swim with the fish, jet ski and snorkel; the next stop was the archery field.  I got a good lesson in bows, quivers, aiming and shooting.  It was great fun, only paralleled by the "river lime" we enjoyed before my departure.     
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A World View - Australia

10/18/2015

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It is a long, expensive flight from New York to Australia, but it surely is worth it once you get there.  Above you are viewing indigenous artifacts housed in a cultural center that aims to teach Australians about the longstanding and respectable Aboriginal lifestyle of thousands of years ago.


The Melbourne Botanic Garden is free to enter and beautiful to walk around.  A hydro powered rainman is situated in the middle of the pond and when it rains, he moves.  Lentils As Anything is in walking distance and with the concept of pay as you can to eat healthy delicious vegetarian meals, it was a coveted spot of mine.


A quick trip to Cairns in Far North Queensland (FNQ) to partake in the vibes and experience of the Kuranda Music Festival gave me the energy and love that I needed after leaving the pseudo cooperative community of Mt. Murrindal in Victoria.  I knew I was 'home' when my ride picked me up from the airport with no shoes on.  On another day, after touring a rain forest and crocodile river, we stopped for ice cream.  "Do I have to put my shoes on to go in?" I asked.  The tour guide-driver noted, "Nah, this is a barefoot country."  Otherwise known as heaven?  


A quick trip to Adelaide and back to Melbourne, where I got a pedicure and a nose ring rounded off the two month trip nicely.   I was also able to visit the Hare Krishna temples of St. Kilda and Adelaide.   Yes folks, that is kangaroo meat in the supermarket.  I have to admit that I did eat a kanga-kebob while touring the Tjapukai Cultural Center of the Rainforest People.  I saw traditional dances, decorated a boomerang, learned to throw those and spears and made jewelry with a rainforest princess.  I was also given a simple lesson in playing the didgeridoo.  I ate wallaby as well when I took a day trip into Tasmania.  To my lucky horror the Dark Mofo Festival celebrating the Winter Solstice was taking place.  It was dark and festive.  Off to New Zealand! 
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A World View - New Zealand

10/18/2015

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The best part of living in that awful cooperative community in Australia was my roommate, Jess.  A twenty-six year old former Mormon from Arizona.  Her and I were a lot alike and shared the same interests in health and sustainability.  She was a very smart and pretty master Yoga instructor and masseuse who knew a lot of the conspiracy theory of the United States government.  I loved her and we spent hours cooking and talking and gossiping about the degenerates of the area.  She maintained the organic garden while I edited spiritual books.  Having lived in New Zealand for the past three years, she inspired a last minute, one month trip to the country.  Unfortunately, I did not get a chance to visit her in the South island; however, my time in Auckland proved to be somewhat eventful and relaxing.  I even visited sky tower and contemplated skydiving.   


Aside from the $300 fee that I incurred upon entry for "smuggling" lemons into the country; and au pairing for an overly-emotional recently divorced British mother and her less-than-nice daughter, everything else went swimmingly well.  I joined a gym where I used the hot tub and sauna numerous afternoons a week and also did Zumba and Yoga in the evenings.  One afternoon while picking up said child from school, there were about twenty pairs of shoes lined up in front of a classroom.  In my naivete, I asked, "What's going in on there, Karate or something?"  She simply replied, "Lost property."  Another barefoot country!  

On a week holiday, I went North to Paihia where it was warmer and prettier.  I walked along the beach, though it was too cold to get in, taste-tested the ales, which Australia maintains superiority in, and met a few backpackers who were interesting to talk to, but who I'll probably never see or speak to again.  I even wore my hair out one evening.  

A short ferry ride across from Paihia put me on a quaint little island town with a fantastic chocolate cafe.  Reminding me of the movie Chocolat, the South American owner topped the drinks with chili pepper, giving it an aromatic and sensual flavor that made the tongue tingle, toes curl and belly happy.  I'll have another, please!      


Overall, three months in Oceania was a unique journey.  I would like to travel to that region again in 2017, during the warmer season and experience more of what it has to offer.
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A World View - Kenya

10/16/2015

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September 2013 through January 2014 met me in a small village seven hours outside of Nairobi, Kenya.  I lived among the Maasai, specifically with a family comprised of two parents and ten children.  The mother, who was a lovely lady who spoke mostly Ki-masai and some Swahili was married at the age of fourteen.  At the age of forty-five when I met her, she had children ranging from ages thirty to six.  

I spent my mornings volunteer assistant teaching with the oldest daughter (18) at the preschool held outside under a tree.  The church was awaiting funds to build an actual facility.  Afternoons were spent going to the river to wash clothes or hiking to the water hole to fill up jugs of water dug from the sand, for cooking and drinking.

On drought days, the watering hole could be dangerous because elephant were in search of H2O even more than humans.  Sometimes, the water would be contaminated from goats or cattle drinking and walking through it.  With no electricity or running water, life was sometimes a struggle, but mostly simple and uncomplicated.

The women worked extremely hard fetching water and fire wood, washing clothes, tending children, cooking, cleaning and generally doing everything for the family.  Meals consisted of ugali, the staple flour porridge, mixed with milk or cabbage, onion and tomato.  I was graced with pasta or rice.  Meat was only offered on special occasions and the only spices ever used were salt and sugar.  Tea was the favored beverage of choice.

The town was small, about four hundred in population, not including the neighboring more traditional Samburu tribe who still used donkeys for transportation.  Most people were related by blood or marriage and the Christmas season marked the time for circumcision ceremonies, both male and female.  I attended two male and one female ceremony - ouch!  Market days took place each fortnight and small shops and restaurants, owned by outside tribe members lined the village center.

I married a Maasai warrior and together we built a house and an impressive garden.  Upon denial of visa extension by immigration due to the attack on the Westgate Mall in Nairobi, I left the country with the intention of returning, but I did not.  With just seven months of matrimony, the Maasai warrior, who adopted the practice of Christianity many years ago, dropping his traditional ways and customs, and I divorced.  Though I no longer keep in touch with him or his family, my mind still runs on the village and the people that I lived among for those months; a special place remains in my heart for the Maasai.     
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