Archive for the ‘Pontifications’ category

Ode to an Ex-Stranger

April 1st, 2011

When traveling alone, it makes sense to keep up one’s guard — to avoid interacting as freely with strangers as one might do when one is with companions, or in familiar surroundings. This is especially true for a woman traveling solo. Best to evade situations that can bring unwelcome attention or uninvited company.

But meeting people is such a significant element of travel. A person who becomes too guarded can miss out on valuable connections with others — connections that not only enrich the place where you are visiting, but can change your perception, add to your knowledge, leave a lasting impact on your character.

Getting to know the locals, of course, fosters a better understanding of where you are visiting. Equally valuable are fellow travelers who find themselves in the same place and time as you. Through universal human experiences — love, loss, death, humility, gratitude, hopefulness — we find common ground with others, even those who may have had very different backgrounds and life stories than ours. This can nurture the beginning of a good friendship, maybe a great one.

Some places seem to attract people worth knowing. I think Zipolite is one of them. Its locals are warm and open, its beach is magical, and interesting people seem to converge here as a result. When combined, these are great catalysts for making it safe to drop one’s guard; for making it okay, or better, to let oneself become disarmed by a stranger with a disarming smile.

It’s easy to get caught up in the scenery while traveling, and far more difficult to take that leap and make a good friend. But, oh, it’s absolutely worth it.

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BOOKED.

February 16th, 2011

After a long and difficult winter …

¡ME GUSTAAAAAA!

One way. Two weeks from now. :)

Mubarak: Y U No Leave?

February 10th, 2011

Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak announced he has handed his powers over to his vice president but he refused to step down outright or leave the country, retaining his title of president and ensuring regime control over the reform process. Stunned protesters in central Cairo who demand his ouster waved their shoes in contempt and shouted, “Leave, leave, leave.”

— The Associated Press



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Happy Chinese New Year!

February 3rd, 2011

According to the Chinese lunisolar calendar, 2011 is the Year of the Rabbit.

Damn. I was really hoping 2011 would be

Maybe next year.

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Christmas Around the World!

December 24th, 2010

Love the photos in this cool video of Christmas images from around the world. (Not too happy with the transitions and Kenny G-esque music BUT HEY.)

Bon Nadal!  Vrolijk Kerstfeest!  Joyeux Noël!  ¡Feliz Navidad!  Buon Natale!  Merii Kurisumasu!  Frohe Weihnachten!  Mele Kalikimaka!  God Jul!  Mừng Chúa Giáng Sinh! Kala Xristougenna!  Maligayang Pasko!  Feliz Natal!  Sretan Božić!  Heri la Krismasi!  สุขสันต์วันคริสตร์มาส!  Merry Christmas!

My Stephen Colbert Photoshop Challenge entry

December 17th, 2010

One of my favorite people-I-don’t-know-in-real-life, Stephen Colbert, has issued a challenge to remaster his portrait and thus turn it into ART.

Here is my entry, “The Joy of Painting Stephen.”

A merging of two great men.

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I must give props where they are due: to my friends Robyn and Vicki who, in the past, have used this setting for fabulous creative endeavors of their own, and my friend Rich, who is obsessed with Bob Ross.

So Many Strange Places I’d Like To Be

November 2nd, 2010

It’s my first foray back into travel blogging after an extended absence due to some personal shiz, and I hope you’ll indulge me in a bit of navel gazing, Internets, before we return to our regular routine of pictures and commentary about random places.

Lately I’ve been contemplating the nature of my nomadic lifestyle and the psychology of the rootless existence I’ve been living these past few years. When my Dad died last month, I needed to be around family and stay for a while in the area where I grew up — a touchstone of sorts after losing a major anchor in my life. For as long as I can remember, I’d wanted to see the world, and for most of my adulthood this desire took a backseat to other priorities. When circumstances liberated me from those priorities (not to mention most of my material possessions) I had the opportunity to travel, and I took it. That was four and a half years ago, and since then I have not had the desire nor the inclination to settle back down somewhere. I’ve been adhering to the philosophy that I should follow my gut instincts no matter how bizarre they might seem to myself or others, and my gut has been telling me to keep moving.

Today I flew from Vancouver to San Francisco. As the plane passed over spectacular mountain peaks and valleys, a song popped into my head that sometimes does when I travel. It’s a song I first heard many, many (many many many) years ago, sung by Ernie on Sesame Street, and I loved it then and still do. But for some reason, today, just thinking about it made me teary. Okay, more than teary. Here’s the video with the lyrics:

I’d Like To Visit The Moon

Well I’d like to visit the moon,
on a rocketship high in the air.
Yes, I’d like to visit the moon,
but I don’t think I’d like to live there.
Though I’d like to look down at the earth from above,
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I might like it for one afternoon,
I don’t want to live on the moon.

I’d like to travel under the sea,
I could meet all the fish everywhere
Yes, I’d travel under the sea,
But I don’t think I’d like to live there.
I might stay for a day there if I had my wish
But there’s not much to do when your friends are all fish,
and an oyster and clam aren’t real family.
I don’t want to live in the sea.

I’d like to visit the jungle, hear the lions roar,
go back in time and meet a dinosaur
There’s so many strange places I’d like to be,
but none of them permanently.

So if I should visit the moon,
I would dance on a moonbeam and then
I will make a wish on a star
and I’ll wish I was home once again.

Though I’d like to look down at the earth from above,
I would miss all the places and people I love
So although I may go,
I’ll be coming home soon
Cause I don’t want to live on the moon.
No, I don’t want to live on the moon.

I have no idea how I should interpret this seemingly out-of-nowhere, weird emotional reaction to this song, but I know I should pay attention.
All will be revealed.

“There’s so many strange places I’d like to be, but none of them permanently …”

A Traveler’s Farewell

September 16th, 2010

I haven’t posted anything here for more than a month, due to a really jarring loss in my family and in my life: that of my father, Jules Loh.

For those of you who don’t know him, this Associated Press obituary will tell you quite a bit about Dad and his remarkable life. It’s a lovely article that focuses on my dad’s influence in his field of journalism. I am privileged to have had his lifelong influence as a father.

Growing up, I thought Dad had the coolest job in the world, traveling nonstop and writing colorful prose about what he found. It didn’t occur to me to dislike his frequent absences from home, because he always came back with interesting stories, artifacts and influences from the places he’d seen and the people he’d met. And even though he’d hint about long, decidedly non-glamorous hours spent in airports, on planes, driving rental cars and staying in hotels  — that down side of constant travel didn’t seem all that bad to me, and I guess it never has.

Dad said you could often figure out everything you needed to know about a person or place simply by noticing the details. His favorite example of this was a sign he saw once in a North Dakota hotel lobby: DON’T GUT YOUR DEER IN THE BATHTUB.

My resulting over-attention to detail has probably made me too observant for my own good at times, but when faced with strangers in a strange land, it has never failed me.

That’s just one of the countless things he’s taught me, and it has helped me so much in my life. I’m going to miss him always.

So Long, U.S.A.

June 15th, 2010

… for now, anyway. I leave tomorrow for a quick hop to London and then Uganda. I’ve been living the mantra “be here now” which is why I’m this unprepared for my trip … too much basking in California sun and not enough indoor preparation. But. It’ll get done, it always does.

I’m not even thinking too far ahead to Uganda … I have a couple of days in London to look forward to. I’ve been wanting to go to London since I was three years old and my dad read me the stories of A.A. Milne … the original Winnie-the-Pooh, not Disney-the-Pooh but the real deal with clever rhymes and stories. “They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace/ Christopher Robin went down with Alice … ”

That’s tomorrow. Now I’ve gotta pack. I’m about 3/4 of the way there, and took a break to test this WordPress app for my new iPad. I’m going to be leaving the laptop at home and will be Pad-dependent for five weeks (ew, that sounds like a horrible hygiene issue), let’s see how this works.

London, I can’t wait till we meet.

Cry for the Cajuns

June 11th, 2010

I haven’t been writing lately, aside from some rather soulless sales and PR gigs. Really I’ve been too sad about the Gulf of Mexico horror and other personal shiz to say much of anything fun and travelly, so I just post pictures and wait for things to change.

Today I read that the BP oil spill has claimed P&J Oyster Co. in New Orleans, the country’s oldest oyster supplier, which had to shut down after 134 years because most of the oyster beds that had been supplying it for generations are dead. The rest are being killed by fresh water being diverted from the Mississippi River in a desperate bid to flush some of the oil away from the shorelines.

This is just one story, one company. Before too long there will be thousands more like it.

Those families down in south Louisiana are among the most decent and wonderful people I’ve ever met: hardworking, tough, fun, smart, creative and expressive. Everything about them is rich and full and lively: their music, their food, their language, their art. And while there are people on earth who probably deserve to be driven into hardship and see their homes turned into a toxic graveyard, it sure as hell isn’t them. Nobody deserves to have one’s heritage taken away, relegated to museums, not died out over time but killed.

That south Louisiana way of life, woven into those marshes and bayous teeming with life — it’s being irretrievably changed, and possibly destroyed forever. As resilient as those Cajuns are, how can they survive a death blow like this? How do you put a price tag on an entire culture? And why, for the love of God, do they keep getting screwed?

See, this is why I don’t write much these days, because I can’t think far beyond this. Next week I leave the country. Maybe I’ll write more then.

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