Thursday, December 30, 2010
We're Running out of Road...
On the one hand, the list of animals one can find on the street is ever expanding. Add chickens, horses, ponies, camels in either couples or herds, never any other combination. Also pigs and goats, who wear coats. Dr. Seuss would have a field day.
We've also taken the public restroom revelation to a whole new level, let's just say it's not a story for polite company.
Also I talked about the ridiculous cacophony of car horns that is constantly blasting in the background. This was not correct. I'm convinced that each vehicle has a tiny little trumpet player tied to their grill blasting away till Miles comes home. The bigger your auto the more skilled your musician, motorcycles and rickshaws get your traditional squeal but the buses get little melodies and the trucks blast out arpeggios.
Horns are for everything. If you're passing someone honk your horn. If you're turning honk your horn. If you're approaching a group of school children doing cartwheels on the freeway, honk your horn. If driving on the wrong side of the road, honk your horn. If you're eating a banana, don't honk your horn that will just confuse people.
Most of the temples have marble floors. They're VERY slippery.
I am now in deep in the heart of the Madhubani region, after another solid 10 hours of bus time, which is now officially the biggest shenanigan I have ever experienced in a bus. Besides the breakneck speeds and weaving through opposing traffic, every turn we make leads to a smaller road. Eventually the bus is wider than the entire strip of pavement. That's when they start stopping to ask for directions.
There's a whole team of drivers on our bus, and they have a very nicely furnished cockpit at the front of our bus with a bed and an extra chair and a shrine.
On the way we wandered through a couple mud sculpture workshops, two excavations of sacred Buddhist sites as well as a Sri Lankan guest house for pilgrims (not the thanksgiving kind) for a rest stop and bathroom break. Think hole in the ground.
Don't take pictures of people with guns.
In the cities, we were generally ignored by everyone either because of our language or our skin or our ridiculously tacky fashion sense. Not so out here in the country. This is as close to being a celebrity as I will get. Every time we stop we immediately collect a tail of anywhere from 4-30 people following us and staring at us.
Probably wondering why we would try and squeeze a bus through a herd of camels.
Well the life of a celebrity is exhausting so until next time!
Cheers,
The Wayward Hoover
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
What's that smell?
It took about 31 hours to get here (a new personal record) and I'm exhausted so I'll just start rambling now.
So. I don't have Malaria. Yet. I'm workin' on it.
There are dogs everywhere on the streets. Also Cows. Also Monkeys. Also Snakes. I charmed one.
First stop was New Delhi, which is also old Delhi... I don't quite understand either.
The term "public restroom" has a whole new meaning for me. Think a wall with a drain.
The soundtrack of life in India is car horns, constantly blasting in the background of everything.
Schoolchildren love to be in your photos. All of them. I feel like I need a spray for the kids instead of the mosquitoes.
I got to wear a snake. Two snakes actually. The first was your garden variety "give this to a tourist" kind of snake, which I would like to think I handled quite well while it explored my arm. The second one was the kind of snakes they make movies about and staffs for disney villains. It lunged at me. I jumped. Snake #1 was not a fan of the jumping. It was a vicious circle to say the least.
They're not police cars here, they're "Mobile Police Posts" and they have curtains in the windows.
I definitely did NOT oversleep this morning almost getting left behind.
I'm going to fall asleep on my keyboard now so I will talk to you all soon, hopefully with select arts-y photographs.
Cheers,
The Wayward Hoover
Monday, March 22, 2010
Nah We Got Plenty of Time...
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Are You Rogue Enough?
The Rogue is by far one of the coolest things to roll through this town and this year was no exception. In all I caught 6 1/2 shows, if you count the guys dancing behind the counter of Tower Dogs. Which you should.
Speaking of, Tower Dogs are delicious.
It's hard to pick a favorite with each show being so different but it's hard to go wrong with Songs 4 Pints and their Irish antics. With a show revolving around singing in exchange for pints of Guinness things quickly dissolved from a formal concert into the giggly singing of pub songs with new friends.
There is a Disco Fever street gang wandering around the tower district in shiny gold shirts and massive sideburns.
The aforementioned Ukulele player had a banjolele. AND a resonator ukulele. Needless to say the venue manager was not happy with all the drool on the floor where I was sitting.
Since I've shaved my head I've become increasingly appreciative of the giant propane powered heat stands that the Rogue set up in its out door venues.
The Rogue Festival is said to be the biggest fringe festival west of the Mississippi, organizers decided against calling it the "Fresno Fringe" because "rogue" just feels so much cooler to say.
Go ahead. Say it.
Rogue.
It makes you want to wear a bandanna.
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Wednesday, March 10, 2010
VROOM!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Encore!!!
Nobody has been able to accurately recreate a good hotdog, no matter how "American" the stand claims to be.
Weirdest thing I've seen in a second story window: Bulldozer
I got to play on stage at the world renowned Bennet's Jazz Club as a guest artist for the Melbourne International Jazz Festival.
You will never see cops in a group of less than 5 on the streets of Melbourne
The best way to learn a public transportation system is to get hopelessly lost on one
At any given time, New Zealand Pop culture is 8 to 10 years behind ours. Australia sits at about 5
They decided to build their mall around an old shot making factory, with-out tearing it down, so you walk out of Diesel or FCUK or Donut King and smack into the brick wall of a 5 story metalurgy factory just kind of hanging out in the middle of everything.
Some guy in a suit thought I was his son and followed me for 4 blocks before he realized his mistake.
Today I saw an Aboriginal man who had dyed his sideburns (massive sideburns) silver, the hair immediately around his ears pinkish purple and the hair around his bald spot bleach-blonde. The rest of his hair was black.
Combination shops are a big deal here, for instance Haircuts and Pet Grooming, or Pizza and Kebabs.
Sure, why not?
All over town there are tiny tile mosaic space invaders (from the game) about 20 ft up and just chillin' on the wall. I've counted almost 30, each one by itself.
Almost every single bar or restaurant in this town serves pizza for really cheap, and it makes me happy.
There is a donut shop that sells Cactus Cooler. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, there is no explaining the awesomeness it entails.
The Boat That Rocked, Rocks
Australians are very punny
They have a very weird version of football here, I understand it less then Cricket.
In the middle of the Museum of Melbourne, there is a forest. With snakes and fish and everything
Welp, out of time, hope you enjoyed this last minute encore
Until next time,
Cheers,
The Wayward Hoover
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Kangaroos Are Dirty, also last international post.....for now
*Inhales*
It's been a busy to say the least.
I really have no idea where I should start and which stories are worth including so I'll just start with the diving. Hard to go wrong with a wonder of the world right?
In Cairns there are three types of buildings; empty ones, restaurants and dive shops.
My kind of town.
After repacking my stuff in the dark into a bag for home and a bag for travel, a van stole me away from my hostel and shuttled me to the docks where I was given milk and a slice of cake and told to wait while they took all of my stuff and put it in my cabin and fluffed my pillow for me
The cake was delicious.
Much to my delight the cake was a constant fixture in life on the dive boat, our schedule started at 6 in the am and went something like this:
Dive cake dive breakfast dive cake dive cake and lunch dive cake dive dinner and cake dive dive
...cake.
It was wonderful.
For all you fish freaks out there I saw so many fish I couldn't even begin to try and list them all here......what's that?? You want me to try anyways?? Well if you insist.
I saw Anemone Fish, Maorie Wrasse*, Bumphead Parrot fish*, Parrot Fish, Butterflyfish, Butterfly Fish (there's a difference), Angel Fish, Black spotted puffer, Yellow Spotted Puffer, Orange and Black Puffer, Brown Puffer, Grey Pipefish*, Yellow Pipefish*, Lionfish, Grey Reef Shark*, White Tip Reef Shark*, Black Reef Shark*, Mako Shark*, Common Hermit Crab, Silver Fish, Common Coral Trout, Black Banded Triple Fin*, Common Reef Lobster, Red Sea Bass, Round Ray, Shovel Nose Guitar Fish, Greenback Turtle, Various Trigger Fish, Surgeon Fish, Forcep Fish, Reef Eel, Cardinal Fish, Little Blue Annoying Fish, Big Blue Annoying Fish, Spiny Sea Cucumber*, Hairy Sea Cucumber, Totally Gross Sea Cucumber, Giant Clams*, Less Than Giant Clams, Panicked New SCUBA Diver, and of course the Goofy American Fish.
* = something that was bigger and/or longer than me
For those of you playing the home game and who are slightly less interested in the specific names of all the fish, I saw the entire cast of Finding Nemo.
Got there autographs.
Went out to lunch and pitched ideas for their next movie and how I will direct it.
(Minus Bruce)
If we weren't underwater than we were on the top deck eating cake or dancing or running face-first off the edge and falling to the water 25 feet below us.
I saw a crocodile. It was a baby, but it coulda ate my toes.
The city of Melbourne was built to order just for me, I am convinced of it. The layout was originally designed with wide streets for moving large carts of goods, which the citizens promptly ignored and created their own intricate system of alleyways and tunnels to get around the town.
This city is alive, and when you cut it bleeds adventure.
I have been here for about a week and a half and have been exploring from sunrise to sunrise and have maybe worked my way over half of this city.
Maybe.
Big Maybe.
There are two sets of doors here, the ones that are open during the day, and the ones that are open at night... With that in mind let's say I've only seen a quarter of the city.
Most stores don't have signs, the good ones are only accessible through the back of another store and the best ones are in the back, around a corner and down a flight of stairs. And you have to knock.
I pet (petted?) a Kangaroo. It was dirty.
There is a massive open air market here that sells all sorts of discount wares and fresh foods and fried foods and fried discount wares.....and a homeless man having a butterfly painted on his face.
I get on an airplane for the states tomorrow and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
The Melbourne International Jazz Festival runs from April 26th to May 2nd.
Excuse me while I wipe the drool from my face
*wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipe*
The festival and its events however were hidden from view, to the uninitiated you would never know that jazz talent and appreciators from all over the world were converging on the city to share and experience alike the new flavors and old recipes being traded in back alleys and on performance hall stages.
Walk down any given empty alley and knock on the right door, it would be opened to reveal a packed house, stretching to point an ear towards the corner stage where the likes of Jim Black, Charlie Haden, Marc Hannaford, Katie Noonan and countless others were letting the music do the talking for them.
It was unreal. If the city bleeds adventure then it certainly Screams, swoons and cries jazz
Now there is a certain matter which is most unfortunate but we all must address together.
My trip is ending, and soon (Tomorrow Soon). However my adventures will not be ending, if I have anything to do about it. I will be rumbling around the central valley for about a month before heading off again to work as Ranger Director on Catalina island, and then after that, who knows??
I should mention that I lived in a van for a week in the Grampians National Park. Also google the 12 Apostles on the Great Ocean Road, they were awesome.
The question is, should I keep tip-tapping at my keyboard to share my experiences, accidents, ravings and discoveries? Or should I leave it as a tribute to the epic journey that these last 4 or 5 months have been?
I will definitely return to at least share some pictures that I feel represent the various highlights of the trip, as I know you are all just tripping over yourselves to see exactly what I have been rambling about.
But before that, I have one more night to try and trick this City into showing me what she's hiding, so until then
Cheers,
The Wayward Hoover