Sunday, January 13, 2013

Memoires of a Sacha

Below I've compiled a list of random thoughts that I've had and things that I've seen and heard over the last three months or so.

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I saw a chicken cross the road. I thought, hmm.

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I talked to a lovely British girl who, upon learning I speak French, said, "bonjour! Je m'appelles Anna. J'ai treize ans." Confused, I responded only with that blank look. She proceeded, "I learned when I was 13."

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I was hiking with a couple non native English speakers. At one point, the conversation went a little something like this:

"Whoa, did you see that snake?!"
"No"
"Haha. How did you miss it? It was right there!"
"Are you telling me that if it were a snake, it would have...never mind"

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If all the lights in the world went out for two months, would a noticeable percentage of the gecko population die of starvation?


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I saw another chicken cross the road. Nothing was chasing it. I thought, how many people had to think that was funny for me to think that this is?


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"My dad says condoms don't work."

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"I just used my last bit of money to buy this wallet."

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"You learn something new every day."
"Yeah, but not as much as you forget."

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Lost in Translation

The rooms are a bit boxy.

A thriving elementary school? Then what?

Can I still order a fried peanut and a French fried if I don't get a drink?
I'll take two clean ears please.

If this doesn't sell you, nothing will.
I don't see the correlation between any of those words and that logo. 
Small Family

What is a train toilet really anyway? I say they got it right.

Yes. Make sure you look the right way.

"Grilled Pork" maybe?

We mean it!

Garbage/Recycling Bin/Glory Hole
That's one way to put it.
Easily my favorite sign to date. I'd ruv shum nooldo prease!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

For the Sake of Argument

Let's have a conversation. It should be friendly. I explain my point of view. You explain yours. I understand where you are coming from, but I openly disagree. My disagreement tickles some existing neglected negative emotion inside you. You take my opinion as a personal attack. This reaction tells me that in this moment, at least, you are stubborn, ignorant, insecure, defensive, unaware, and overly proud. In a word, vulnerable. So long as I maintain composure anyway. You immediately counterattack me with an argument that is completely unrelated to the original topic of conversation. This only confirms the accuracy of my original assessment. However irrational you may seem, I assume that you're at least loosely following some sequential train of thought. Therefore the content of your argument points to exactly what it is you are so defensive about. Within minutes, our conversation has flown so far off course that we forget what we were talking about in the first place. We are both frustrated now, whether or not we choose to show it. All this, for what? Because we have differing opinions? Not likely
Some time in the last three months I wrote this down out of frustration. I felt this way, like I have many times before, towards several different people. Since this keeps happening, however infrequently, I can't help but think I'm at fault to some degree. Reading it now, I can pick out some points that I might criticize as a friend, to my self that day. It's interesting how we struggle with superiority sometimes in such mundane activities and conversation. I often feel like I have something of value to share with people. Unfortunately, when I do, I forget that I don't like it when I notice other people feeling that way. It's one thing to be a credible source. It's quite another to act like you should be. Even if you are. So much of what people communicate lies in how they communicate. Sometimes when I go back and read over my blog entries, I think, "hmmm, this probably annoyed somebody. What made me an authority on the matter?" So I'm a hypocrite. Or is that statement a paradox? 

In the words of Peter Griffin, "Everything I've ever said has been a lie. Except that. And that. And that. And that. And that. And that. And that..."

Friday, December 21, 2012

The End of the World

It occurred to me that we spend so much of our lives learning to be independent, unique individuals that we've lost touch with the concept of collective growth. However, we still feel it. That insatiable void that exists in everybody at some point in their life comes from the desire to be a part of something bigger than yourself. In ancient times, without electricity to cause light pollution in the night sky, people were reminded every night of our place in the universe. It was obvious that we are quite literally part of something much bigger. Naturally, various schools of thought emerged all across the planet. These evolved into our first religions. People could confirm their beliefs simply by looking up. The Mayans were only one civilization among numerous others who's entire culture revolved around the cosmos. And contrary to all the 2012 mumbo jumbo, the end of the Mayan calendar does not mean the end of the world. It simply marks the end of an era -- the end of an actual astronomical cycle. The implications of this are obviously a topic of debate.

Nowadays, as religions evolve to accommodate our ever changing condition, they are put through an arsenal of tests. For most of us, it has become increasingly rare to get a clear glympse at a seemingly infinite night sky. And with so many things to distract us in our daily lives, it can seem impossible to make time to set a space and look inward. Questions of existence are therefore much harder to address, if we think to ask them at all. Faith is far from dead, but because it feels more and more like blind belief, we find ourselves searching for a more tangible purpose. As living beings, we inherently feel the need to reproduce to ensure the survival of our species. That's something. Yet even that is becoming more and more concerning. Our planet is not equipped to handle even our current population for long at the rate we are unnecessarily stripping it of it's resources. But we still make babies. We hope that they will do something significant with their lives, the way our parents hoped it for us. And the cycle continues, however detetched we may feel.

What exactly is this significance we hope to achieve? We know problems exist, at every level. Some of us take a personal stand, or join movements, or become politicians, to fight for what we believe in. Most of us though, go about our daily lives, laughing or cursing at the news, debating with friends and colleagues, hoping for some positive change to happen. Individuality is debilitating in that regard, for what impact could the average person possibly have on the faith of a country, much less our planet?

Well, a lot. A group cannot exist without individuals. A movement cannot happen without a cause. A country cannot thrive without the support of its people. So what if we bridged the gap between the individual and immediate national and global impact? What if we were confident that our voices were being heard, and that it resulted in immediate action? And what if we didn't have to compromise anything to be a part of this?

We have the tools, at least for now. And this is already a reality. Discover sites like www.avaaz.org and www.accessnow.org then spread the word. The cost is nothing. The reward, a little meaning to your day.

Happy End-of-the-World Day!

Sunday, December 9, 2012

E.T.

Although this motorcycle adventure takes me far off the beaten path, it always brings me back to civilization to sleep. I find that I'm always happy to find an internet connection. It's strange to spend days in parts that have barely had electricity for a decade, then to spend those same nights connecting with people across the planet. It's also strange being an outsider. I'm not just a foreigner here. Each town and village has a market much like the one in Disney's Aladdin. Whenever I walk through one, it's like I'm a travelling circus act. Everyone stares shamelessly like they've only ever heard of creatures like me. I'm pretty sure that being bald adds a great deal to my entertainment value. Even the oldest people have a full head of hair around here, and there are a lot of old people. Many point and make some comment in Vietnamese, then openly laugh at me -- or the idea of me, I'm not really sure. Others shout "hello!" Some come up and grab my hand. Some gesture for pictures to be taken. One lady came up and started rubbing my head (she's the random lady in my photos). Kids usually smile and wave. All in all, it feels pretty friendly, so even in the discomfort inherent in feeling like an alien, it's a good time.

My favorite reaction to me so far was from a kid who couldn't have been more than 4. He was walking along the road with his kid brother who was half his size. That, in and of itself, made me smile. But as soon as he noticed me riding by, he jumped and yelled, "hello!" flailing his arms in the air. His mini mini-me immediately followed suit. It was like a scene out of a Pixar movie. It was amazing to me the age at which these kids learn to recognize foreigners and know what to say at that moment to provoke a response. 

Saturday, December 8, 2012

City Sushi

So I got to talking to my guide about the Chinese and he started to laugh. He spouted out a bunch of Chinese sounding words in mockery of their language, then said, "Ha! Can't undastand a wud. Unberievabo!"

That was the highlight of my day.

City Sushi Reference

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Vietnam, Phở k'Yeah!

Everything I read and heard about Vietnam before I got here had me pretty worried. It was my understanding that I would be constantly swarmed by people trying to get at my money. It would be worse than Thailand and it would be hard to get a break anywhere. I arrived prepared to face it head on.

Well, so far, not much of that at all. The scooter taxi drivers and other street vendors accept "no" for an answer the first time around, and they smile. They're more lazy than invasive. I've only been tricked out of a couple dollars, and like my fishing adventure in Cambodia, it was more entertaining than anything else. 

The Vietnamese women have much more charm and appeal than those of any of the other countries I've been on this trip. The food is better also. Phở for $1.25? Yes, please. Other options are just as yummy. People are friendly and helpful. The country's climate and geography are diverse, offering a wide range of things to do. It's home to Ha Long Bay, one of the "New Seven Wonders of Nature." I haven't been yet but it's on the agenda. There is obviously some pretty mind blowing history between Vietnam and the US; however, I was surprised to discover that there is still a lot of evidence of it. In any case, I am a giant fan of Vietnam.

We spent five days in Ho Chi Minh and today was our fifth and final day in Dalat. It's all documented pretty well in the photos so I won't get into it too much here. I will mention a couple noteworthy things though. The traffic in Ho Chi Minh is ridiculous. It's a constant wall of scooters in all directions, at all times, with nothing whatsoever to indicate that traffic regulations exist. The only way to cross the street is to look straight ahead and go. Keep a steady pace and let the traffic work its way around you. 

I gave in to the comfort of home again and went to the movies again. Twice. I saw Wreck-it Ralph in 3D. You should to. We visited the War Remnants Museum and I was shocked to learn the details of the Vietnam War that I wasn't taught in school. It didn't improve my opinion of the leaders of our country. Here in Dalat, I saw a big truck reversing out of a driveway. Instead of beeping, it played the tune of Happy Birthday in a pitch identical to that of an ice cream truck. Today we rode mountain bikes 80 km.

Tomorrow, I'm on my own again. I decided that I need it again. I'm doing a six day motorcycle tour through the central highlands with a personal guide. I'm hoping that it will be the closest thing to the kind of exploring that I've been wanting to do all along. It's all off the beaten path and a guaranteed way to get a real taste of the local culture. There is a good chance that I'll be internet free until it's over.