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“Life changing experiences.”  That is the best way I can describe my journey to you. They say you can never see the changes in yourself, you are only able to be yourself and let others see the difference in you.  When I can I gaze upon myself in the glass of the train what is reflected back is not the same face I remember from a year ago.  Perhaps it is my lack of a shower for the last 3 days and my longer, sun kissed, disheveled hair.  I think, however, that I am seeing what someone described well on my couchsurfer reference just a few days ago, “Bram is a very positive guy with sparkling blue eyes flamed with the joy of travelling.” I like this new face a great deal, it smiles a lot, even when it’s sweating, tired, and hauling my 20kg of backpack across town.

 

The people & the culture have taken precedence in my travels over the sights to see and things to do. I have thousands of amazing pictures, many burned far more beautifully and effectively into my brain than my camera can ever do justice.  I would trade them all for another lifetime to live with those people and drag my favorite moments on forever and keep laughing.  People and experiences are priceless, and I miss those of you that I’ve had the pleasure to spend time with on this journey.  I look forward to the day that I see you again and I can regail you with stories of the world.

 

Next I move into Asia!  When I celebrate the 1 year anniversary of having left my job I hope to be most remote in the mountains of Nepal still, or perhaps making my way through into India.  Meditating with monks?  Trekking across the Khumbu?  Dancing and singing in South East Asian Karaoke bars with strange people?  You bet!

 

I do tire of the road though.  By december I hope to settle somewhere for more than a month.  I have my sites set on Chiang Mai, probably my favorite city in Thailand.

Written on August 19th, 2011 , Travel

I think I liked the Italian Riviera better than the French Riviera.  Here’s my highlights about CinqueTerre and why I loved this place.

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The beach in Luzano

1. Small town feel.  Every spot in Cinque Terre feels like a small village or town.  I mean, they are by definition!  This makes them simple, serene, and easy to visit.  Not so poshy as Nice but far more beautiful I feel.  You can capture each town in two or three pictures.

2. Much cheaper!  Okay, if you go, don’t stay in Monterosso, or any of the CinqueTerre!  I stayed in the campsite in Levanto, which is a 5 minute train ride up the coast from Monterosso, it has far more locals, far more interesting nightlife, and a great beach to swim or hang out on!

3.  Hiking & Swimming.  Swim on the beaches or hike the whole cinqueterre.  The hiking is steep and doing all 5 makes for a long day (extra points if you’re like me, add 5km to your day by starting in Levanto, and don’t forget to climb the church ruins!)

 

I felt like I got far better pictures of CinqueTerre than I ever did of Nice, and that the place was small enough that I felt pretty at home there.

Written on July 6th, 2011 , Travel

DSC01537.JPGChamonix is one of those places that amazes and dazzles your imagination. It’s like Disneyland for alpinists and skiiers. However, the main difference is that disneyland shuts down at night and the people who work there go home, and the little tourists take their kids back home and return to their boring, dreary, deskjobs.

Except, Chamonix is a Disneyland for adults, and it never shuts down.  Thus begins the “bubble” of chamonix.  This isn’t a real world place, people don’t really have jobs here like you are used to, and “weekends”, “news”, “obligations” mostly don’t seem to exist.  Only mountains, snow, rock, ice, and weather.  Everyone is monstrously strong, and works about 2-3 days a week, or a few months out of the year so they can “live the dream” in Chamonix.

I’d like to take a moment to examine this phrase though, “live the dream”.  What does it mean?  What is the dream?  King Midas dreamed of a world of gold, and he learned his lesson thusly.  Martin Luther King dreamed of a world of equality and his dream continues to inspire the world.  I think as people we must be inspired to seek out our dreams and let them guide our life and our path in the universe.  If dreams are left only to the sleeping, then we will only truly live in our dreams.

My dream is not to live in the mountains.  I do not want to be a Kyle Miller, a Colin Haley, or a Jason Hummel.  I dream of deep pow, steep lines, and beautiful mountains, but when living that life, I stopped having those dreams.  Once I had skiied Mont Blanc, which I had dreamt of doing since I had heard of this magical place, I felt adrift in a sea of limitless options.  For those of you that know me, I hate being adrift.  For me, being without purpose, direction, or location I make like a cat thrown into water.  Not to say that I hiss and scratch the person closest to me, but I seek direction and purpose as fast as possible.  In my mind, if my ship is not moving forward, it is rapidly sinking in the ocean of time.  So I dropped the goods which were anchoring me to chamonix (approximately 25kg of ice & ski gear) and have moved to warmer, coastal, and more fiery environments; I am in Spain.

I’m perplexed though.  Why didn’t I want to stay & live the dream?  If that wasn’t the heart of my dream, what is my dream?  I barely seem to sleep now, let alone dream.  I feel like the Columbus sailing west across the Atlantic.  The course and direction are true, but will I sail off the end of the world before I reach my final destination?  I now have my Russian visa and soon will be taking the trans-siberian across to the least populated and most desolate areas of the world, Sibera, Mongolia, Nepal, and Tibet.

Written on June 2nd, 2011 , Skiing, Travel

DSC02199.jpg I was very happy for the 3 weeks I spent in Granada, and wish I’d been able to spend more.   My classes were excellent, Granada is cheap, beautiful, and there is lots of climbing.  Most of all though, I met people whom I felt I could call good friends.  This is probably the #1 factor for any place I like to stay for a while.

Where to Stay

So, I stayed at Hostel One Granada for almost my entire trip here.  This was in fact my cheapest option for the period of time that I was there, but in hindsight I would have been far more comfortable had I put more effort into finding a shared apartment with someo of the other Spanish students.  I think somebody snored in my room about 40% of the nights I was there.  I made a couple attempts to stay with a CouchSurfer, but it was a big fail in Granada.  The big bonus was that Eva, Luckio, and Lidia took me in as family, and generally made me feel very at home & loved.  This was especially nice during the 5 days I had the stomach flu and could barely eat.  Eva made me apples with butter, sugar, cinnamon which managed to keep me alive for a few days when I could barely eat.

Where I studied

I studied at a school called “Don Quijote”, and intensive Spanish school which was a partner school with Enforex.  This was rather important because I was able to seamlessly continue my studies from Alicante with a new batch of students.  It cost me about 130 euros a week to study, and classes went from 9am -> 130pm everyday.  About 20hrs of study a week, as well as living in a place where only Spanish was spoken allowed me to progress rapidly.

The Life

When you’re not staying up until 4am drinking, having tapas, and staring at the gorgeous views of the Alhambra, Granada has a great deal of highly athletic people around.  There is a great running trail which heads up towards the Sierra Nevada and follows the course of the river.  I took a day and mountain biked to Guejar Sierra, which is a gorgeous town halfway to the Sierra Nevada.  There’s almost always something going on in town, and the things to see are endless.

The nightlife

Oh man, how many days did I stay up until 3am?  I think I missed my morning class at least once a week because of this.  So many students, so many people going out, and everything is cheap!  Hard to go wrong in Granada.  Hit the Chupiterria for 1 euro shots, go to Babylon for some small venue DJ, or up on the hill for clubbing until 7am with awesome night views of the Alhambra.

The Climbing

This was by far the best & easiest place that I was able to find climbing partners.  There is a tiny tiny indoor venue for climbing in town, and one climbing shop.  But the community is well connected, and they go out all the time.  It’s populated, and the students typically have free time in the afternoon to go climbing.  The closest climbing area by far is Alfacar, which has lots of good sport climbing to keep you busy.  After that I recommend the somewhat sandbagged Los Cahorros.  Angel and I were able to go climbing most afternoons at Alfacar which is like 30min by car from Granada.

What made Granada great

The longer I stayed in Granada, the more great friends that I made.  The pace of life was extremely relaxed, and I always met fun & interesting people to spend my time with.  This place is small & less expensive than the other spanish cities, and the impact on the culture is huge.  People have time to meet with you, hang out, and become your friend.  Most folks are students, so, they have a pretty down to earth attitude.  I hope to return some day.

Written on May 28th, 2011 , Climbing, Travel

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