World Steppin'

The Final Wrap Up

2009-10-13T07:41:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's been 3 months since I've last written. I suppose that goes to show how flat out busy I've been since leaving France and re-entering the US on July 14th. This very well could be my last entry, as I am exactly 1 week away from landing back in California. Perhaps one more to sum everything up and wrap it with a bow, we'll see.

Sooooo . . . My time in France was lovely. My main goal was to simply spend time with my grandfather Charles, who is now 91. Unfortunately, he's having significant trouble with his short term memory as the effects of age are beginning to show, but his wit and his charm are as strong as ever. We sat on his patio, overlooking the valley from the hillside on which he and Aby - his wife - live. Wine and cheese daily, with delicious home cooked meals at night. It was fantastic to do virtually nothing except shoot the breeze with him. I was also quite lucky to reconnect with their daughter and my aunt Isabelle. Isabelle is 30, speaks four languages fluently, and definitely embodies that Ramsden toughness that both my grandfather and father seem to have. She and I hadn't seen one another since we were children, and in my time their I made a new friend in her. It truly was a lovely time with family, a visit I will always remember.

I landed at JFK in NY on the 14th. On my flights from Nice and Dublin to get there, I sat next to a very engaging and fun French gal my age by the name of Catherine. Her very first words to me were "Can I write something in your journal?" as she noticed I was making notes in my journal about my time with my grandfather. She must have felt inspired as she jotted down on the top of my page "Wisdom begins with wonder -Socrates." My kind of person, simply going straight for the human spirit with her introduction. Turns out for the past couple of years she has been teaching science in Houston and loving every minute of it. She had a 12 hour layover in New York, so upon arrival we took a shuttle into the city, dropped our bags, and went for dinner and midnight stroll in the southern end of Central Park. She took off for Newark airport at 3:30am. I have a feeling she'll be a friend for a long time.

The next 3 days in New York were spent doing some sightseeing and visiting with my best mate Mike and his girlfriend Kat from California. Mike's from Connecticut a couple hours away, and they were spending a few days in the city. It was great to connect with him for the first time in about 10 months. After NY, I headed down to DC for my first visit of the nation's capital. Gorgeous time of year to be there. Thanks to the miracle of Facebook, I stayed initially with a friend from high school who I hadn't seen since 1992 probably - Julie Marshall. Julie is PhD in economics and a financial analyst on Capitol Hill. Whenever a Senator wants to pass a bill, she and her office assess the financial impact and credibility of it. Julie was an amazing host - she took me on a walking tour of the Capitol and the National Mall, bought me a pre-paid metro pass and took me to a Washington Nationals game with a bunch of her friends. Big ups to you Julie Marshall! Can't wait until my next visit. The second half of my DC stay was with the lovely Malia Fisher - clothing designer extraordinaire! Malia and I know one another through Mike, who used to live in DC before coming West to California. We took in a fair bit of fine dining and I got in some much needed resting time while she was at work. I didn't get to do one tenth of what DC had to offer.

After DC I headed down to Myrtle Beach to help run the Youth Sahavas youth retreat that I have been involved with over the years. Was wonderful to connect with old friends, but the biggest icing on the cake was the reunion with Javier, Joia and Camila Nunez from Buenos Aires. Throughout the year I spear headed a fund raising campaign to get them to Myrtle Beach for the event. It was an extremely emotional reunion for all of us. I haven't felt joy that like in a very long time. They are forever my family, and with any grace I theirs. It was a lovely week for all of them, and people who knew their father came out of the woodwork to meet the children of their dear friend. They were welcomed with open arms into the US Meher Baba community, got to spend time with their American brothers from their father's first marriage, and they traveled the US. It was an amazing honor and joy to be involved with helping them come to the US. Truly amazing!

After Myrtle Beach, I headed 5 hours West to Asheville, NC. I went for the opening weekend of Roz Taubman and Bobby Buga's restaurant, Black Bird. Delicious southern inspired gourmet cuisine, Blackbird is simply a phenomenal restaurant, unmatched in quality and price for the area. Well, as it turns out Roz's daughter and my dear friend Molly and her husband Meherwan were in the midst of getting a restaurant of their own going. They had just signed a lease on a prime location in downtown Asheville to open an Indian street food place. The idea was inspired, and well thought out - something that would do really well in Asheville. Since I had time in the schedule, I offered my services to Molly that weekend. I could help them get whatever done they needed to get the restaurant up and running. "How much work do you have?" I asked. "About four to five hours a day for the next two weeks!" "Great!" I said, "Let's do it!" Well, 8 weeks and 10 hour+ days later, Chai Pani was finally born. For two months I cleaned, lifted, painted, gutted, scraped, stained and a million other things. There were tons of friends who participated in the work too, which made it incredibly fun. It was an amazing time, one which I don't have the time to completely recount. In the first couple weeks of being in Asheville I returned to DC for another 5 day visit, mainly to visit my dear old friend Aubrey and her family and get to see some more of the museums and monuments. And, while staying in Asheville I passed the second of two licensing exams for the CA Marriage and Family Therapist license . . . without studying for over a year! It was a beautiful fluke perhaps, or just a sign of my relaxation as I wasn't even attached to or focused on my chosen career field at that time. Either way, I'll be returning to California newly licensed and ready to hit the job market. All in all it was an incredible two months, and a perfect way to end what has been an incredible 13 months.

I left Asheville last on Thursday the 8th and spent a long weekend in Myrtle Beach to simply decompress and relax on the Center. I'm currently in Fayetville, Arkansas visiting some friends from the Meher Baba community Jessica Bender and her father Joe. I'll be here through the weekend and flying back to San Diego early Tuesday morning. I am very much looking forward to connecting back with family and getting back to work. I imagine I will offer one more entry, but for this world stepper, things are coming to a close. To any and all of you who have been along for the ride, many thanks. It's been a pleasure sharing the journey.

Best wishes from Fayetville, and soon to be San Diego!

Post India Reflections from South of France

2009-07-09T03:30:00.000-07:00

Hi All,

It has been roughly five or six weeks since I last offered any words. This is namely because internet connection speeds are slow in India, and because of having to pay for internet access. So, I opted to wait for my arrival to France to do a post India summary. I left India on July 6th, very early morning, and since have been relaxing in a mountainside village called Montaroux in the province of Var, about 20 minutes away from Cannes. Not a bad place to reflect indeed. I conceived of writing this post in a few parts to a address a couple distinct experiences of India. I think I'll handle to complex one first and move on from there.

Beggars

It's quite possible that India is home to the largest number of beggars anywhere in the world. So many people live as homeless or in slums, it's virtually impossible to escape begging pretty much anywhere one goes. Whether one gives to a beggar or not I suppose is a matter of personal choice, and it's a choice we in the west are seldom faced with. Or, if we are, we simply read the sign someone is holding up on a freeway offramp or intersection and make our choice accordingly. In India, beggars are persistent and often unrelenting. And they are off all ages, all physical abilities and disabilities. Women and small children alike hold little babies in their arms as they approach. Old, sickly and blind people camped out on the sidewalks, or in dirty streets, hold out hands and cups, demanding money. Full families approach you with hands extended, motioning to their mouths. Little children who appear beautiful and angelic will swarm around you with well rehearsed lines about hunger and families in need. They will grab at your hands and pockets, and walk for blocks and blocks along side of you pleading their cases. As a Westerner, you are constantly approached when in the cities while walking the streets, when stopped at intersections and traffic lights. It's really a part of daily life, and something one has to learn to negotiate.

Traveling is a wonderful way to learn things about oneself. Different contexts call for different choices of actions, different decisions about how to best procede. Well, learning to navigate Indian beggars was something I never managed to do. I often found that my buttons were pressed at a surprising rate. Little kids would swarm around my legs begging and pleading. Instead of feeling sympathy, I was often provoked to anger, to frustration. I was angry for being harrassed, angry that a nation doesn't have more resources to help its destitute, angry that these kids are likely to be the tentacle end of organized crime, angry that many of their deformaties were the result of attrocious, maiming practices that go in India. It was at times overwhelming, even frightening. One time I found myself barking at begging children who were grabbing at my pockets to get the hell away, as my walking pace hastened in the process. Who was this person shouting such things? The relativley calm and level headed self I had come to know vanished and was replaced by a fearful and angry crumudgeon. Once I was stopped in a rickshaw waiting for my sister who had gone into a grocery store. I was waiting there with all of our luggage and a rickshaw driver who even seemed to be getting worried at how long she was taking. As I waited, beggars came to the rickshaw from both sides, probably about 6 in total. They pleaded, harangued, and demanded. All I could do was sit and stare forward in hopes that they would go away and not reach into the rickshaw. By the time my sister returned, I was thoroughly rattled, yelling at her to come to the rickshaw once she came into sight. She walked right past, not hearing or pretending not to hear, and handed a sack of food to the family that only moments early had descended upon me. It was a vivid moment, filled with contrast, irony, and personal embarrassment.

Let me be clear. This is not India in its entirety, not by a long shot. It's only an aspect of India. Anyone who would not go on account of dealing with beggars is missing a beautiful opportunity to experience in many ways a beautiful place. India, even in the recent economic climate, is still booming relative to the rest of the world. It will be interesting to see how it handles its social issues as it comes into more and more means to do so. I suppose all I can do, in anticipation of an eventual return to beloved India, is take these reflections and experiences and allow them to better inform my mind and heart. It's good to discover what rattles me, I suppose. With any luck I can be in and with more grace next time.

Katie Irani

Katie Irani was one of Meher Baba's close disciples while Baba was on Earth. She was quite ill and dying when I arrive to Meherabad in mid May. While she was being cared for only a few buildings away from my father's quarters in Meherazad, no one but care takers were permitted to see her during those days. About my third visit out to Meherazad, I was called in by Casey, a Meherazad resident, who said that Katie wanted to see me and that I had to come right away. My father and I came straight over to find Katie, sick and withered, laying in her bed. It's a complex experience sitting with someone who is dying. She could not speak, at least not audibly, and she could hardly summon the strength to lift her arms. Her hair was flattened, deadened. When she wanted her nose scratched, someone had to do it for her. Sitting on either side of the bed, Dad and I held a hand each, and were simply with her. I said a few words of gratitude for being with her, and softly hummed a melody. We must have been there no more than 15 minutes. By the sounds of her labored breathing, there were a couple of moments when I thought she would pass right there and then. After some time, she mouthed to one of the caretakers that she needed to relieve herself. As she was doing so through the use of a bedpan by that time, it was time for Dad and I to leave. It was reported to me later that upon our departure from the room, someone said to Katie, "Well, that's a good way to get rid of your gentleman callers," to which she and the rest of the room laughed quite heartily. Casey and Shelly reported to me that that visit evoked the largest and most positive physical response from her that they had seen in weeks.

Katie Irani passed away four days later. To my knowledge I was the last non-resident pilgrim in Meherazad or Meherabad to be with her. The day after her passing I spent most of it with her body. I helped to carry it into Baba's room, where the prayers were recited and people offered their kisses and goodbyes. Then her body was carried to Mandali hall, where again the prayers were recited and people said goodbye. I helped carry it into the ambulance, and then followed the procession on the scooter 23 kms to Meherabad, where the body was taken up to Baba's samadhi. It was then taken down to old Mandali hall in Meherabad, where the prayer's were again recited and people gathered to pay their last respects. Finally it was taken to the cremation grounds, where moments later her body was addorned with flowers before being covered with wood and lit ablaze.

The power of love is palpable in all hearts in such times. It was full in me and in others both mourning and celebrating her life. I'm grateful to have gotten to say goodbye, to wish her farewell on her continued quest back to Baba, to God, to Love.

Now in France

As I sit now, I've been in France for 3 nights. My only real intent is to relax and enjoy visiting with my Granfather Charles, his wife Aby, and their 29 year old daughter (my aunt, funny enough) Isabelle. It's beautiful here each day. The sun is shining, there is a cool breeze and it's quiet up here in the mountain village of Montauroux. I'll be back in the States on July 14th, with stops in NY and DC before heading to South Carolina to help run the Youth Sahavas retreat for teenagers at the Meher Spiritual Center in Myrtle Beach. My trip started there, and seemingly it will end there too. There may be one or two more posts, but things are certainly winding down for this world stepper. Again, many thanks to those of you who may have followed along the way. My apologies for getting photos in late on the last few entries. I have had the time or connection speed to do it until now.

Until next time, au revoire!

Jonathan

India, Happy and Hot

2009-05-25T03:08:00.000-07:00

Greetings All,

In some ways it's hard to conceive of how I might write about India given that it is my third visit here, and that the influence of India and spirituality have been in my life all of my life. With each visit it becomes a little more "normal" to my Western psyche, and yet even still, no other place on Earth (at least that I've visited so far) makes me feel further away from home than India.

I stayed with Roy and Aparna a total of 5 nights. Aparna and I, I believe on the 13th, took a little tour of downtown Mumbai. We walked around, and stopped at Leopold's Cafe, one of the several places attacked in the Mumbai bombings and shootings on November 26th. Leopold's was of interest to me because it is owned by a follower of Meher Baba. The spirit of the place felt relaxed, with very little residue of the past trauma. That said, there were still a few sobering bullet holes in plain view, a couple in the glass lining the top of the wall, and one in the ceiling. Aparna and I also visited the Royal Taj hotel, one of the other sites attacked, just a couple of blocks removed from Leopold's. It actually appeared to be in good shape from the exterior, though there was still repair work going over large portions of the building. In typical Aparna fashion, she coordinated a lunch gathering that included 3 people she met on Couchsurfing.com, and two of her friends from capoeira class. After lunch, we headed back to the apartment to beat the heat and take naps.The remainder of my days in Mumbai were mellow. I walked the local markets, enjoyed the fresh food cooked by Roy and Aparna's cleaning and cooking lady, watched movies, and relaxed. Most days it was really too hot to go out. I discovered the absolute best tandori chicken I have ever had, and that's saying a lot accounting for all of the Indian food I've eaten in my life. Just in this little neighborhood place down the road from their apartment. I can't remember the name, but I know where it is and will never forget.

Friday night, the 15th, things got a little interesting. I was scheduled to leave for Ahmednagar that night on an overnight sleeper bus. I had to take a rickshaw about an hour (because of traffic) to the bus pick-up point. I began to get a little uneasy when the rickshaw driver first stopped for gas, and then dropped me off at what I discovered minutes later to be the entirely wrong place. Luckily - for the moment anyway - I found a group of young men who were more than happy to tell me and my new rickshaw driver, where I had to go. Friday night traffic in Bombay will blow your mind, there's nothing else that can be said. It's impossible, and yet somehow, it works - barely. My next rickshaw driver dropped me somewhere in the vicinity of where I needed to go, and I spent the next 15 minutes wondering around, asking everyone where a particular store was. Luckily, a very happy and enthusiastic young guy came right up to me, asked me where I wanted to go, and escorted me there. He also assured me not to worry because Indian buses are always late. I was comforted, for the moment.

I walked up to the store front and was relieved to find several people with bags waiting there. The area was Sion Circle, a main transit stop for private bus companies who aren't contracted to actually go in and out of proper bus stations. There were buses whizzing around all over place. Surely, it was just a matter of time now. I purchased water from two young guys selling drinks out of a cooler. One of them, who's named turned out to be Chundon, took an interest in me (as most Indians do with Westerners. They can just about burn a hole through you with the intensity and duration of their stares). We chatted a bit about where I was from and where I was going, and he reassured me that I was in the right spot. The bus was due to come at 10:00. I arrived at about 9:50 or so, so I felt good. Ten o'clock, no bus. No worries, it's early by Indian standards. Ten fifteen, no bus. It's ok, there are plenty of people still here waiting too. Ten twenty, I see a bus with markings of the bus company I'm traveling with whiz around a corner and vanish. No problem, they're a big company, they have lots of buses. That one would have been in the wrong place anyways. Ten thirty, no bus. Indian buses are always late, aren't they? Ten forty-five, no bus. I tell Chundon I'm a bit concerned. "Relax Mr. Johnson (his best attempt at "Jonathan"). Bus will be right here soon." Eleven o'clock, no bus. Ok guys, someone help me out. I corralled yet another group of very helpful young men who were able to make phone calls to ascertain that one, I had missed the bus by over 30 minutes, and two, I was in the entirely wrong spot. That's India. Turns out, despite what the booking company people told me, I needed to be across the street and down the next corner. That bus I saw whiz by earlier in the evening

. . . you guessed it.

A little defeated and really tired, I phoned Roy and informed him that I'd be heading back to his place for the evening. I would have been screwed at that point had those nice fellows not let me borrow their mobile phones to make calls to both Roy and my father, who I also informed I would not be arriving as scheduled. I did get the number of the bus operator who actually rides the bus and collects fares. He said that because of the mix up I could ride the next evening, but for 200 rupees more. Oh well, that's India. The next day I finally got a mobile phone for India, which was good to have. I relaxed, ate, and headed back to Sion Circle armed with the correct spot to wait, a mobile phone and the phone number for the guy riding the bus I was due to take. Because of less traffic, I got their two hours early. I took up my stoop, and waited. Moments later, who walks by but Chundon! "Oh, Mr.Johnson, how are you? Good to see you!" Turns out he works there nightly, working for a travel agent across the road by day and hawkin' refreshments at night. His family are from Sri Lanka, and undoubtedly he was working to send them money home. Chundon went out of his way to be nice to me, to sit with me and assure me that now I was definitely in right spot. He even ran off and came back with a delicious sweet Indian snack filled with grain and sweets. He apologized for keeping me in the wrong spot the night before. I showed him photos of my travels and learned about his family. Friends are made in the strangest of ways sometimes.When the bus finally arrived, after three or four confirmation calls to the guy on the bus, I was truly relieved. Chundon anxiously and happily escorted me to the bus - where I paid my 200 rupee penance - and even went as far as to show me my sleeper compartment. I gotta' tell you, once I was on, all worries of the past 24 hours had vanished. Air conditioned sleeper buses are the way to go! Plenty of room to stretch out and sleep the trip away. I arrived Ahmednagar, as scheduled, on Sunday morning and was picked up immediately by my father in his old 1950's Ambassador He took me to Meherazad, where he lives, and I slept a few more hours.

The next couple days I just got settled in. Dad gave me a tour of the free medical dispensary he runs about a kilometer from his quarters. He then took me to the home of Roshan and Sam Kerawala about 30 minutes away in Meherabad, who have lovingly offered me a place to stay free of charge. They have an apartment unit on the second floor of their home the size of the ground floor. It's huge, with four bedrooms, each of which has it's own bathroom. Mine has been room number one, first on the left. Truly, an amazing gift. Roshan has also given me use of their scooter, which is an immense help, given that 3 or 4 days a week I've been making the 23 kilometer trek from Meherabad to Meherazad and back to help out in the dispensary.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Couldn't be truer for India, at least when it comes to driving the roads. First of all, the sun is unlike any sun you've ever felt in the hot season. It's hot, but it leaches energy and life from you if you're exposed to it for even a few moments uncovered. Sunblock does not do the trick at all. You have to cover up, plain and simple. Light long pants and long-sleeved shirts, including serious head coverage. So, in such garb, which includes a light colored scarf, wet and wrapped around my head, I hit the roads of Ahmednagar each day on the scooter, and variably take my own life in my hands each time I do it.

Unless you experience it, you can't comprehend it. The roads are shared by huge trucks, buses, SUV's, large tractors, small tractors, rickshaws, goats, cattle, buffalo, pedestrians, bicycles, scooters, motorcycles, taxis, horses, horse drawn carriages and dogs. People and animals cross wherever and whenever they feel like crossing, and every vehicle it would seem is out to overtake everyone else. Which means on any given trip you'll be staring down a huge bus or truck (the two fastest vehicles on the road, sadly) coming right at you in its attempt to overtake a pedestrian or buffalo, or any of the aforementioned things. It's madness, and yet somehow, it works . . . well, most of the time. The only things you have to keep you safe and moving are your heightened senses and your horn. Because of the the me-first nature of the traffic, everyone and their mother (including me!) lays heavy on the horn. The road is a cacophony of every pitched and volumed horn you can imagine. Enough to give you a headache, or startle you out of your seat And yet, it works, somehow.After my daily trek out to Meherazad, I arrive at the medical dispensary where I've been working in the pharmacy filling prescriptions. It's really an amazing place. All available services, including medications, are free. The place is supported by an endowment and fundraising, that's it. The budget is tight, yet they are able to service about 100 patients daily. That's a tremendous amount of medical care given in a week, in a month and a year - all for free. I felt really moved to be there, getting to know the staff, as I stumbled through learning the organization of the medications.I was certainly filled with a lot of love and respect for my father, who administrates 4 doctors, 5 staff and a tide of ever changing volunteers, all in exchange for simple staff quarters where he inhabits a single room with an attached bathroom - that's all. His food, his gas and everything else are on his dime. Meherazad is a small, amazing place in the world. The residence of Meher Baba when he lived and his closest disciples called the Mandali, it has been a place of pilgrimage for years for people all over the world. And here I sit, writing this entry from Dad's simple room.That's about it for now. Pictures to follow, again depending on upload times. Wishing everyone the best.

Catch you again soon.

Jonathan

As Things Would Have It

2009-05-12T10:23:00.000-07:00

Greetings to one and all from Mumbai, India!!!

I last left everyone when I was in the middle of my stay in Koh Tao with Ella. We stayed on Koh Tao for a total of 4 nights, and Koh Pangang for two. All in all it was beautiful. We did a half day trip around the island of Koh Tao and snorkeled five different sites. The next day I went scuba diving in a couple of local spots and it was beautiful. We left back for Bangkok on a Friday, with Ella's departure scheduled for the following Monday. We chilled, watched movies, did some sight seeing at the Royal Palace and Wat Pho where the shrines are spectacular and the photo opportunities endless, and we walked around crazy Koh Sahn Road. Ella left early Monday (or perhaps it was a Sunday) morning. We said our goodbyes, and I was grateful to have had a friend come out to join me on a leg of the trip.

On Monday morning I headed straight for the Indian consulate to apply for my Visa. By this point I had more or less decided that India was going to be my next stop, and that Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia would have to wait for another day. I seem to be leaving every region with a reason to come back, which I suppose it good. After a brief detour I made it to the office for visa applications. After paying an exorbitant fee to apply, I was told I'd have to wait five days to pick up the visa. Five days without my passport. Five days just hanging out in Bangkok. By day number two, day five couldn't have come soon enough. I don't know exactly what it was, but I was feeling really done with Bangkok. I stayed close to my two guesthouses (switching things up a bitfor a change), and just read, walked around, visited more temples - not to mention the biggest Buddha there is to see, 23 meters tall and 45 meters long - absolutely huge!!! And I went to the Bangkok zoo, which actually was amazing for it's reptiles and primates. Fantastic monkeys and apes live there. All the pics are on Facebook.

By the time Friday rolled around I was itching to leave Bangkok. A few things intensified the itch - the heat, the grit, perhaps a few too many angry Thai guesthouse employees, or all the European tourists smoking up a storm. Sadly, with chronic fatigue syndrome, sensitivity to chemicals in increased, which makes tolerating cigarette smoke all the most difficult. Maybe it was a combination of all things. I cabbed it back to the Visa office, was second to be called, and had my passport, with my India visa in it! I felt alittle freer again. That night, I again took the overnight bus back down south, except this time I went Phuket, which didn't have me arriving until 2pm the next day. Screw that - 20 hours on a bus! I decided I would definitely be flying back to Bangkok for my flight out to Mumbai on the 11th. Not knowing much about Phuket, I ended upgetting a place in Patong Beach. I hated Patong Beach! It was wall to wall bars, massage parlors, European men walking around with Thai girlfriends and wives, and far too many street girls soliciting for massages and other services. It was the cleanest, and simultaneously seediest part of Thailand I had visited up until that point. It's just as well, I was sick again, this time nursing a fever and low energy. For the second time in just about as many weeks, I convalesced in a hotel room, just watching DVDs, napping, and drinking plenty of fluids.

I stayed in Patong for 4 days, and finally feeling just well enough, I hopped the ferry an hour and a half over to Koh Pi Pi. Koh Pi Pi was one of the hardest hit islands by the tsunami in 2004. Much of it is rebuilt, but the memory of the event still lives strong with the locals and tour operators. Not to mention that it was absolutely beautiful. A real gem of an island - one of my favorites in all of Thailand. There are only walking paths through the main town, which is more a tourist village than anything else. But you don't have to deal with the noise of traffic - just long strolls from your restaurant to your hotel. After being sold a room that looked nothing like the brochure, I settled on another place, and finally gave in and signed up for the advance open water diving course. The advanced course gives you skills in under water navigation, marine life knowledge, using a diving computer for more efficient diving, and night time diving. I'm glad I did it, though it certainly wasn't cheap. My new Danish friend Morten was my instructor. He was a veritable encyclopedia of diving, but more importantly he was a good guy who was just stoked on diving. He knew his stuff, and I felt happy to be back out in the water, doing what I've so grown to love.

For an extra 45 bucks, I decided to do my first two dives at a dive site 60 kilometers from the island, called Hin Daeng and Hin Muang. Because of it's location, it required a speed boat to get out there, which cost more because of the fuel consumption. The reason for the choice - manta rays. Hin Muang is a renown cleaning station for mantas, where they come to have the sea lice, bacteria and other hangers on eaten off by littlefish. There was excitement in the air as we sped off for the site. Several mantas had been spotted the day before. We arrived, and true to our hopes, after 10 minutes in the water, we were joined by no less than 5 huge manta rays, gliding graceful through the water. The experience was beautiful, to say the least. Mantas are docile, curious creatures, who, if not disturbed, will fly directly above, beside and below you. They like to swim through the bubbles of divers, getting a little tickle on their bellies. For two dives and nearly two hours, we swam with these beautiful creatures. It was a gift, truly unforgettable.

I finished my course the next day with two local day dives and a night dive. Diving at night is, well, different. If not for the ambient light of you and your buddy's underwater torches, it would be pitch black. Given that, you have to focus more intently on what your flashlight illuminates. More crustaceans, more predatory fish, and the phosphorescent plankton. Not my favorite, but good to have the experience. The following day I did a half day cruise of the island, which included some more snorkeling of a site which a I had dove the day before. From above or below, it's all beautiful. Thank God for the ocean, nature's best playground by far. On the trip I buddied up with an international school teacher from New York named Terri. Terri was over on Koh PiPi for the weekend, taking a break from Phuket where she teaches. We hung out into the evening, taking in a fire twirling exhibition at one of the lively beach bars. The next morning, Sunday, we ventured by longtail taxi boat to another part of the island where we went for a nice long snorkeling swim to take in the reef and catch a fleeting glimpse of a passing reef shark. Later that day we left for Phuket, Terri heading home and me heading for the airport. India, I was finally on my way.

A couple of very long periods of waiting later - 5 hours in Phuket airport and nearly 8 hours in Bangkok airport, I was finally on the flight to Mumbai. I arrived yesterday to discover the new airport which I've heard so much about. After an extra step of going through a survey screening for swine flu, I was through customs with my bags in less than 15 minutes. I don't know what the hell happened, but that sure was not the Mumbai airport I used to know. I hopped in a cab and headed to Bandra West where I turned up at the doorstep of my wonderful friend who I met in Argentina, Aparna. Aparna opened the door with her usual smile, and welcomed me into her home. I have had a good 36 hours here with Aparna and her husband Roy. We have dined, drank, and done some touring of Mumbai together. I will head for Ahmednagar, and Meherabad, on the weekend, where my father, and the retreat center of Meher Baba await. I will write more of Mumbai in my next post.

That's it for now for this world stepper. It's good to travel. It's also good to be in a familiar place with good friends and just chill out for a while. It's funny, on the surface Bangkok and Mumbai have similar qualities - hotter than hell right now, gritty, dirty in places, congested, noisy, polluted, and did I mention hotter than hell? Bangkok I could not wait to get out of, Mumbai I am thrilled, and even relieved to be here. You never really know what's moving you from the inside. Suffice to say, in some ways I feel very much at home in India, as I know many of you do as well. And if you've never been, you simply must come at least once in your life. I describe India as the photo negative of pretty much everything you know - something to be experienced. More on it later.

That's it for now. Much love to you all. And, GO LAKERS!!!

Jonathan

Southeast Asian Slowdown

2009-04-22T02:47:00.000-07:00

Greetings from Ko Tao Island, Thailand!

Well, life has certainly taking a few interesting twists and turns since I last wrote. At last check in I was on my way to Bali. Currently I'm in Thailand, enjoying the sand, sun and beautiful blue waters of the Gulf of Thailand. But it hasn't been all fun and relaxation. Traveling is just like anything else in life - you do it long enough and you're bound to hit some rough patches along the way.

I arrived in Bali feeling awful. Some general abdominal pain, coupled with really low energy had me thinking that something serious was going on. I spent my first two days in Bali visiting doctors and trying to get sorted. The medical docs couldn't come up with anything after an abdominal xray turned up nothing. Oh wait, they did suggest I take and pay for a 980 dollar CT scan! No surprise there. The next day I took myself to the chiropractor. I found an excellent one in Kuta - the tourist mecca of Bali. After some massage, and adjustment, and electro-stim treatment to my lower back, I felt about 90 percent better. When you're used to exercising the body almost daily, and going in for regular chiro adjustments, after nearly 6 months of doing none of that, I was more than due to feel something. On the mend but still needing to rest, I spent my first 4 nights in Bali indoors, watching several very cheap (and very suspect) DVD's I purchased,and just generally taking it easy.

Finally feeling better enough, I hopped on my rental scooter and headed to the village of Ubud, about 45 minutes from Kuta. There I was greeted by Ketut, the friend and business client of my good friend Mikey Files. Ketut showed me around the local monkey rain forest and took me to dinner at a phenomenal restaurant. Best fish I'd ever had! The next day I joined Ketut and her son Oneness (yes, Oneness) for a day trip out to the reef at Ahmed on the Northeast corner of the island. We snorkeled the reef, ate pizza, and generally had a wonderful time. Ketut had never been for a proper snorkel because of her fear of the depths. So I took her along with me, keeping her close by. She lit up like a Christmas tree for having seen all the beautiful fish and corals. Her seven year old son took to water like a fish, and followed me all around the reef. Imagine swimming in clear tropical waters over beautiful reef with a golden child named Oneness at your side. It was ethereal.

I stayed two nights with Ketut, Oneness and Uli, Ketut's business partner and Oneness's father. I returned to Kuta set on just relaxing, and enjoying some of the beach. All was going quite well on the hour scooter ride home, when all of a sudden - the shakedown. Bali law enforcement is notorious for corruption, particularly when it comes to tourists. A motorcycle cop pulled me over and fined me 3,000,000 rupiah (a touch less than $30 US) for not carrying an international driver's license. And this dude wouldn't even haggle. No money on the spot, and I'd have to go downtown as it were. Oh well, easy come, easy go. Later that day I checked out famous surf spots Dreamland and Balangan. Beautiful spots for sure. Dreamland wasn't rideable when I arrived - only shore break. Balangan I surfed a little bit on the inside, but generally took it easy. At the end of my beach day, I was cruising along in the last afternoon when BAM! - flagged down by another cop. This time, for apparently not stopping completely before I made a left onto a the main highway. Bastards! I wasn't having it though. I angrily told him that this was the second time in a day I had been pulled at that I only had 50,000 rupiah left for food for the next two days (I lied - but was still angry). He acknowledged my complaint, and let me go with a begrudging handshake.

My last full day in Bali I had another chiro appointment, and dealt with some travel logistics online. I feel like Bali was more of a rest stop for me than anything else. Though, I did have the opportunity to visit some very beautiful spots on the island. If you've never taken the opportunity to experience the beauty and calm of seemingly endless rice paddies, do it. They're spectacular in Bali. Every turn through the country reveals another scenic vista of stepped rice paddies, green and wet. Ketut and Uli lived in a house that backed up to a rice paddy. Completely amazing.

After a brief layover in Jakarta, I arrived Bangkok on the night of the 16th and rendezvoused with my old time friend, Ella Dascalos. Ella, who I hadn't seen or heard from in years, tracked me down on Facebook a few months back. Needing a break herself, I suggested she join me for some exploration of Thailand with me. She accepted, and here we are!

After one day in hot, hot Bangkok, we hopped on an overnight bus and headed south for the islands. The first two nights we stayed on Kao Phangan, and now are currently on Kao Tao. It's beautiful here. The water is blue, the accomodation next to nothing, and the food is varied and fresh. All of the islands in the Gulf of Thailand have something of beauty and relaxation to offer. Take yourself here one day if you ever get the opportunity. It's been wonderful having Ella here with me for this 10 day leg of my journey. Traveling alone certainly allows for optimal flexibility, but from time to time lonliness, or even boredom can set. Having a travel buddy has been refreshing, and it's been wonderful to reconnect with someone who I hadn't seen in about 15 years.More to come later on. Right now I find myself debating whether or not I venture into Vietnam and Laos, or whether I just relax here in Thailand for a few more weeks and then make an early jump to India in mid May instead of early June. Funds are beginning to fall, and so is my thirst for adventure a bit to be quite honest. We'll see what presents itself to me in the next few weeks.

Much love to all still following along. More soon.

Jonathan

Don't Cry For Me Australia . . . :-)

2009-04-05T18:38:00.000-07:00

Happy April 6th!

Well, I am just several hours from getting on my flight to Bali. My indeed does time fly. I'll give the usual rundown of what I've been up to, then perhaps a few reflections on Australia.

So, I flew to Canberra and was greeted by Megan, a friend I had made while in Fiji. Megan, like so many in Canberra, works for the government - the air force specifically. She took me to the Australia War Memorial museum, up Mt.Ainsely for a panoramic view, out to dinner at local eatery, and out for my first ever netball game (watching, not playing). I have to say, as hard as I tried, I'm not really all that fond of watching netball. Must be my love of basketball getting in the way! GO LAKERS!!! And if all that wasn't enough given that I arrived at 2pm, after watching her friend play netball, we went up to Telstra Tower to the revolving restaurant for a true panoramic nighttime view of the city. Back to my hostel, and off to sleep.

Next day I just walked around town, going to the Australia National Museum - an historical display of all things Aussie. In the evening, I was picked up by Campbell, the last relative from the Melbourne family crew I had yet to meet. Campbell and his girlfriend Emily live and work in Canberra for Australian government as well. That night we joined my friend Niki, another unrelated friend from Fiji. Campbell, Niki and her boyfriend and I had some food and drinks and some good laughs. The next day I relaxed and was again later joined by Megan. We went for a drive and ended up back at her friend Sally's house for dinner. Off to a costume party - sans costumes - we joined Campbell and Emily in a lively and crowded apartment filled with various

cartoon characters. Was quite fun.

The next day I connected again with Nikki to take in some really lively Rugby League footie at a local sports bar. After watching nearly 3 games that evening, I was sure I had a pretty good grasp on the game, and on the fact that rugby probably is the most taxing, bruising and tiring game played in the world. We said our goodbyes, and the next day Campbell dropped me off at the bus stop and I was Sydney bound.

Last Sunday I arrived Sydney, greeted at the airport (where the bus dropped me off) by Matt Ives. Old friend from the Youth Sahavas days, Matt shuttled us back to his apartment in a beautiful coastal neighborhood of Sydney, southeast on the map. We collected his brother who was visiting as well, and headed to an actual pro rugby game - the Sharks v the Dragons.

The crowd was huge outside the stadium as we walked up. Luckily, some very nice strangers had three extra tickets to sell before we arrived. We happily accepted, not knowing that had we not we wouldn't have gotten in. Sadly, the Sharks lost in a somewhat defense-heavy game. Back to the apartment where I met Matt's roommate Carolina and saw my old friend Sage. We spent the evening hanging out and generally enjoying ourselves.

The next few days were spent visiting with friends and touring Sydney. I noticed that I was a bit off my tourist game as I didn't really push myself to see and do all things tourist while in Sydney. That said, Sydney is an absolutely beautiful city. Very clean, appealing, and easy to get around in. The Harbor, with the bridge and Opera house were one of very few man-made spots that have taken my breath away. Well worth a visit!

After staying with Matt for three nights and Sage for a couple, I spent the weekend with Roshan Keating. Roshan, Sage and Roshan's friend Sherie and I all went sub thermal as we visited Sydney's Ice Lounge. Sadly I have no photos to share as the bar did not allow us to take pictures. It essentially a large freezer room with a bar, decked out in ice sculptures and ice furniture covered in animal skin. Even the glasses were ice - so the drinks had to be strong to prevent them from freezing. We got buzzed, ran around and had ice block races with the furniture. At -15 celsius, the allotted time of 30 minutes was more than enough to hang there. Once I get the photo that they take and make you pay for scanned, I'll put it up!

Friends who opened up themselves and their homes to me - Matt, Sage, and Roshan Keating and her family - thank you so much. It was really amazing to reconnect with all of you while here. I got to see Sydney as a tourist and an insider. Yesterday, I finally got together with Amy Clay, another old time friend from the Baba community who moved to Sydney over 6 years ago. Amy, an Olympian in Beijing for Australia'a rowing team last summer, is the daughter of my beloved friend Barbara back in Myrtle Beach! After a couple of hours of catching up, I was picked up by Sage and we headed to Stuart's 43rd birthday BBQ. Great to see Stuart and Meherose on my last evening in Sydney. All the best to you all. Until we meet again . . .

Well, 3 months has been the longest I have ever stayed in another country. Time has certainly skirted by, that is for sure. Australia is big, beautiful in some places and barren and rugged in others. The people are, true to reputation, generally easy going and easy to be with. There exists in the cultural ethos an Australian identity that sometimes blatantly, and others subtly, underpins virtually everything you see and here in the media, and in the way people talk about themselves in reference to the rest of the world. It's not just butter or grapes you're eating - it's Australian butter and grapes. They're not beaches you're lying on - they're Australian beaches. Being Australian in Australia is probably more collectively understood - and perhaps valued - than being American in America. It's fashionable here to poke fun at people from other countries - light heartedly of course - particularly if you're American. In one night I was jokingly accused of having every stereotypical American trait, and later in the evening told how incredibly important the American alliance is to Australia,politically and culturally. They eat and breathe American media here - much to my embarrassment and at times dismay - often referencing all the shows and all the movies and musicians we all know and love. They certainly know popular media and entertainment way more than I.

All told, I got the sense that this vintage is still aging, still writing it's story for history. It's a relatively young country I suppose, with tons of room for growth - despite a slowing population growth. I truly can't wait to return to take the opportunity to visit the places I didn't get the opportunity to this go around. Thank you to all here in Australia who made my visit amazing. Here's to reconnecting later on down the road.

Next stop - SouthEast Asia. Get your sunscreen and spice appetite ready!

Until next time.

Jonathan

Ah, Family

2009-03-23T17:33:00.000-07:00

Happy three weeks later everyone. I write to you now on the tail end of what has been a whirlwind of meeting extended family and regional travel in Southern Victoria. It's hard to recount, let alone comprehend, how many people I've met and visited here in Melbourne area in the past 3 weeks, but I'll try. When I last wrote I had just arrived and been graciously taken in for a couple nights by Marian, Peter and Matthew. After a couple days visit, Marian took me to the home of Cyril and Monica, her parents and also my mother's aunt and uncle. Cyril and Monica moved to Australia in the 1950's from Scotland, and had 9 children. It was lovely to meet them, as Mom has been so fond of them over the years. Along with Patsy (another of Mom's cousin's) and her daughter Shauna (19), we all had lunch together and visited for a couple of hours. Then, Patsy drove Shauna and me back to their home about thirty minutes away where I met her two other children Jenae(13) and Cameron(16). After about hour's visit Patsy drove me to the home of Tess (another cousin) and her husband Ron.

Tess and Ron graciously welcomed me for the next three nights. They have 5 children, 4 of which are living at home - Monique(22), Jerry(20), and the twin boys Simon and Shane(14). We went for a hike one day and Jerry and Monique took me for a stroll at an annual festival in Melbourne the other. Ron spent some time helping my hone my Australian Rules Football knowledge, and the twins did their best to guard me in basketball. Sorry guys, next time you'll be taller and surely will dominate! After my visit there, Tess drove me back to Cyril and Monica's (Grand Central as I would come to know it) where I was greeted by Pauline (another cousin) and her husband Carl. Pauline and Carl took me along the Eastern Bay for a nice day trip to the water and lunch. We arrived back at their home where I met their two sons David(19) and Justin(17). For the next three days I relaxed, watched a ton of movies on their new and huge hi-def TV and surround sound system, went for a long bike ride with Justin, visited the Melbourne aquarium with Pauline, and went for a cousin's night out with David. Carl also took delivery of his new BMW, which sadly we couldn't take for a spin because it wasn't yet registered. Pauline took me for an hours visit with Clare (another cousin of Mom's) and her family - Ross (husband) and three kids Tess (), () and ().

After 4 nights, the next day it was back to Cyril and Monica's. On the way we stopped by for a visit with Rosie (another cousin of Mom's). Rosie delighted me with her surprising quick wit and dry sense of humor. Back to Grand Central, where I was greeted and picked up by Monica (another cousin, not to be confused with her own mother). Monica took me back to her home where I met husband Chris, and sons Michael, Simon and . . . Stayed a couple of nights there. Monica and Simon and I went down to Portsea for a nice day out at the coast and lunch. Later that night Michael took me out with his mates, and we had a few beers and some good laughs. The next day, Michael took me back to Grand Central where I was greeted by Bernard and Anne. I drove with them 3 hours to their home in a charming seaside town called Warrnambool. Over the next 4 days I relaxed, worked somewhat obsessively on a 1000 piece puzzle, went for a bike ride, went to the beach with Anne, and befriend their dogie Pip. Bernie extended a special invitation to be a part of his Pudding Club - a regal group of men who gather monthly to share in food, drink and proper English pudding. As Bernie was hosting this months gathering, the invitation was somewhat obligatory. Thanks for the honor Bernie. On my last day (last Friday) Bernie was kind enough to take me on a tour of the Great Ocean Road, the world famous stretch of coast with stunning cliffs, beautiful water and scenic stacks of eroded cliff face. Most notable of all of them are the 12 Apostles, which by our count, are now down to 10. Bernie and Anne have two daughters Sarah (19), who I met for about 10 minutes, and Clare (21), who I didn't meet . . .
Deep. Breath. . .

It's hard to comprehend what a whirlwind of visiting it's been. Everyone was amazingly gracious, accommodating, kind and good spirited. Many thanks to all of you, Drew family, to extending yourselves to me as you have. You will always have a place to stay and a willing guide when you come to California.

Last Friday evening I took a bus to a town called Mount Gambier, and enjoyed a hotel room to myself. Mount Gambier is know for it's Blue Lake, which quite literally is the bluest body of water I've ever seen. Absolutely beautiful. Later in the day on Saturday, I met up with my German friend Andrea, who I met earlier on my travels in Fiji. Andrea is a wine maker and works at a winery in the South Australian wine region. She rented a car and we drove a couple hours to the charming and quaint seaside town of Robe. We stayed at a hostel which was more like the wing of an old manor. Massive rooms, high ceilings. The next day Robe was cold, windy and overcast - not much of a day at the beach. So we drove back to wine country, stopping in Naracoorte for a visit to the world heritage site Naracoorte caves. This place offers visitors the option of wearing full on caving gear, and going with a guide, crawling through tiny spaces with headlamps. We took the tamer route and went in the larger caves - which were still quite beautiful.

Back to the winery where I sampled - OK, more like downed half a bottle - of sparkling red. Who knew? After a couple of bottles of sparkling sitting on the grass overlooking horses and the vineyards, we dozed off to sleep. The next morning Andrea gave me a tour of the winery and taught me a bit about the wine making process. Then, she drove me 45 minutes to the nearest train station in a town called Bordertown.

Andrea left to get back to work, with me on the phone to the trainline company trying to assure myself a seat as the station was empty and virtually boarded up and abandoned -the train due to arrive in 20 minutes. Initially they told me the train wouldn't stop in Bordertown, even though it was on their schedule. I begged, I pleaded. No dice. But then, on the posted schedule of the Overlander (the line from Adelaide to Melbourne) was the direct mobile number of the train operator on board. I called her. She said, "no we're not stopping there, but let me see what I can do ". . . disconnected. Call back - voicemail. Call back again - voicemail. Left a message and also all my hope of catching this train. Not catching it would have meant more buses, another overnight stay in the region, and general dissatisfaction. On the phone now with a bus company, I get a call back from the train operator. "We'll be making a brief stop to pick you up. Be there in 5 -10 minutes." Just like in life, it's only when you let go completely does what you need show up. That, or I have the power the stop a moving train! Guess it depends on what mood I'm in when I tell the story in the future. Can you imagine being able to call, say, an airplane, and say "I know you're scheduled to fly directly to New York, but would you mind stopping in Cleveland to pick me up on the way?" . . .

After a pleasant 7 hour train ride, I was back in Melbourne. Carl, who happened to be in the city working that day, picked me up. And true to my hopes, I went for a spin back home in his new BMW. So here I am now - the whirlwind of family tour almost over. Tomorrow I leave for Canberra for a couple of days to visit some friends from traveling, and then up to Sydney. On April 6 I leave Australia for Bali! At about the half-way mark, the adventure continues.

Probably one more entry from Sydney, and then it's Southeast Asia! Great to have been in touch with those of you who've read and responded to my blog along the way. Definitely helps to make the world feel smaller. Until next time.

:-)

Reef and Rainforest

2009-03-04T03:58:00.000-08:00

Hey All,

Well, as things have been so packed recently and my camera is about to explode with images, I thought I'd keep up to speed. After arriving in Cairns, I took a day to get acquainted with the city and to book a couple of tours. Cairns is a clean seaside town bustling with tourism. There are scores of 18-25 year old backpackers roaming all over the place. A million and one adventurous things to do during the day, and there's always a party going on at night. I stayed a couple nights, then took a two day excursion up to the Daintree rain forest. Along the way the tour group stopped at Mossman Gorge for a swim, visited another animal sanctuary where I befriend a little cockatiel who insisted on sitting on my shoulder and receiving neck stratches for about 20 minutes straight. Lots of birds, a couple koalas and a massive colony of bats, plus the absolute largest pelicans I have ever seen. Later in the day with took a little cruise down the Daintree river to spot crocodiles. Saw a couple, but there wasn't much action as crocs like to rest on the banks during the day, storing energy for the night hunt. Also, the whole group was nearly asleep as we had just eaten lunch prior to the cruise.

We arrived at our accommodations around 4 in the afternoon. A hip place called PK's, it was situated in the rainforest and about 75 meters walk from the beach. To see rainforest meet ocean is spectacular, and apparently quite rare. Only one other spot in the world has rainforest down to the ocean. Bonus points if you can name it. I relaxed on the sand, took a walk to Cape Tribulation beach, and sacked out for the night. The next day I did a canopy zip-line excursion. About 40 feet up in the trees you zip along the rainforest taking in the view and beautiful forest around. Sadly, most of the time was spent waiting on each platform, as each participant had to be harnessed, unharnessed and harnessed again from platform to platform. That said, it was still amazing to be up in the tree tops, that's for sure.The remainder of that day and the next was just spent relaxing, having a beer, and getting to know some of the other travelers. I returned to Cairns last Monday evening, stoked for trip to scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef the next day.

The dive on Tuesday was spectacular. I did three dives, in a group of only five, with a guide who knew his stuff. The boat ride was smooth given the conditions, the equipment in great shape, and the weather was beautiful once we got out to the reef. Couldn't ask for anything else. The reef was amazing - huge and expansive, even just in the little sections that we dove. I took tons of photos with a rental camera. Here's just a taste.

And that brings us to today. This morning I caught a flight down to Melbourne, where I was greeted by Marian, one of 9 of my mother's cousins. She, her husband Peter and son Michael have graciously taken me in for the next couple of nights, and organized days and nights and for me to stay with the other relatives in the Brisbane area, as well as activities for while I'm here. Finally I get to meet this wonderful extended Australian family!

That's it for now. Apologies for not yet getting all the photos up yet that I promised. Tomorrow I'll begin the process hopefully.

Wishing you well.

Things Have Been Picking Up

2009-02-25T18:54:00.000-08:00

Greetings One and All,

Well, since re-reading my last entry, things have certainly been looking up. Much has happened since my last entry, so here goes.

After finally departing Avatars Abode, I was able to stay another night up in Noosa with the Foleys. Many thanks to Tony and Charmaine for your hospitality. Did a little surfing and a little relaxing. On Thursday the 12th I took a bus heading up to Hervey Bay, to visit the world famous Fraser Island. I stayed a night in Hervery Bay, and after a mix up the next morning with the tour company, who missed picking me up from my hostel because they though I was elsewhere, I caught a lift down to the docks and was aboard the ferry without further incident. Once on Fraser Island, we were greeted by a seemingly mild mannered tour guide named Dave. He gave us our itineraries and directed us to the 4-wheel drive bus that we would be touring the island in for the next 3 days. Dave was something else, to say the least - definitely not mild mannered. He wore a headset with a microphone to talk to all 26 of us with. And talk he did - The. Whole. Three. Days! He let us know a little something about everything, from nature and science, to Aboriginal history and creation myths, the ancient origins of the sands of Fraser Islands, to his views on human infestation of Earth and the need to have a cull. I have never been in such captive audience as I had with this guy. Dave, who by night one I had named Dingo Dave, would utter something blatantly offensive and then in the same breath, impress you and make you laugh. He has been leading tours of the Island for 18 years, I don't imagine he'll ever leave. Here's to yah Dingo Dave!

It's hard to extrapolate Dingo Dave from remainder of the trip, as he and the island experience were enmeshed as one, but I'll try. Fraser island truly is remarkable. It's a sand island, about 20 km by 80 km. Surprisingly, it's covered in rain forest and sub tropical forrest. All of the lakes and streams are perfect fresh rain water on white sand, so the water is very clear in most bodies of water. Imagine a white sand bottom swimming pool - that's several of the lakes. Imagine huge sand dunes plunging in lake water. Really amazing. One of the thrills for me was riding shotgun in the bus with Dingo Dave, as I had a much better view of the surround terrain. I'd relish in the jolted movements of the bus and we crawled up bumpy sand roads and hills, and feel the rush of racing along the sand at the beach for miles and miles. This trip sure brought out the little boy in me, that's for certain. One of the highlights was organizing sand dune races which ended with a full speed plunge into the waters of Lake Wobee. Trecking through rain forest was also pretty amazing, as was swimming in crystal clear waters of lake McKenzie, and then laying on her white sand beach. A must do for visitors to Australia.

The Sunday night of our return to Hervey Bay, I enjoyed dinner with some new friends on the boat - Ekaterina and her mother Doris from Germany, and Christoph and Christina, a sweet couple also from the Germany. We happened upon a really delicious Italian eatery, and enjoyed the evening, namely to jokes and stories of Dingo Dave. The next morning I caught a lift back to Noosa with Ekaterina and Doris. Surfed a little, hung out with the Foleys some more, and relaxed. The next day, Tuesday, I caught a shuttle down to Brisbane, and flew up to Townsville, to visit my friends from San Jose, Lelena and Daniel.

Lalena and Daniel recently moved to Townsville after Daniel accepted a position at James Cook university in oceanography. Lalena was one of many instructors at my yoga studio in San Jose, so I jumped at the chance to visit when I discovered that they would be moving here. Townsville is a small city on the coast. It's hot and humid up here, for sure. Lalena and Daniel live in a great house with their super Jack Russel Terrier named Jemez! Jemez and I bonded instantly. Lalena taught me how to get him to sing along to a finger snappin tune, and it's been all song every since. I've spent time relaxing, watching movies, playing beach volleyball, having a day and night out here and there with my hosts, and generally having a nice time.

My last couple of days have been eventful. I visited Billabong wild animal sanctuary just 20 minutes down the road from here. I finally got to hold a koala, as well as a wombat named Willemina, a black headed python and baby crocodile. Then there was the crocodile feeding, which was one of craziest things I have ever witnessed. Salt water crocodiles can grow up to 23 feet long, though the ones at Billabong were only a paltry 16! To see these beasts lunge their bodies out of water to grab at meat was unreal. One of the females came darting out of the pool, right for the handlers, jaws snapping at full speed. The crowd was whipped into a frenzy as the handlers whacked her repeatedly on the head with large wooden rods. After a few good whacks she retreated into the pool. Apparently that's the only way to show dominance over a croc - whack it heavily on the head with something heavy! Also saw wallabies, cassoweries, emus, dozens of other tropical snakes and reptiles. And of course, the kangaroos. Go my Facebook albums for all of the pictures.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of doing more scuba diving, and this time I rented a camera using my own memory card. I took a 2 1/2 hour boat ride - each way - to the dive site of the shipwreck Yongala. It's a rare site, located several hundreds of kilometers between and away from any of the natural reefs of the Great Barrier Reef. It's 103 meters (over 300 feet long), and is now home to hundreds of corals, plant and animal species. Visibility was not that great, and in truth diving the wreck you wouldn't know it was a ship at first, looks more like a sea mount. But the fish were plentiful, and this time I caught 'em all on camera. A bull shark came swimming by, which really excited most on the trip. Me, now the seasoned bull shark diver, did notice it to be slightly larger than most, but otherwise didn't bat an eye! :-) A basic rule of diving is that the deeper you go, the less amount of time you can be underwater. Generally dives deeper than 20 meters only last 30-40 minutes max! So, we did two dives of the Yongala, but only for about 35 minutes each, which really isn't all the much time. I really love my underwater time, which is why I think I'll pursue slightly shallower reef dives from here on out.Whelp, that's about it. Tonight I fly up to Cairns to take in city, local rainforest and diving adventures. I'll update more when I can.

All the best.

Leaving Avatar's Abode . . . Hopefully

2009-02-10T21:41:00.000-08:00

Hey All,

Well, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse . . .

About a week ago I had this conversation with my other bank (MOB). . .

MOB: "Sir, we still don't have a confirmation/tracking number for you. You'll have to call back tomorrow."

Me: "I've been told that for the past week straight. May I speak with a supervisor please?"

MOB: "How can I help you?"

Me: (I explain the whole story)

MOB: "Let me see, well, it looks like we don't have a tracking number because we don't have on file the complete mailing address. The system wont send anything out without a complete address."

Me: "You mean to tell me that even though I've been calling every day for nearly the past week to check on the status, all someone had to do was actually look at the order to see that there wasn't a complete address entered even though I gave it to you guys 20 times???"

MOB: "Yes sir."

This conversation was February 4th. After finally getting to the bottom of the issue my ATM card arrive on the 9th. Needed the ATM card because the emergency replacement credit card wont allow me to draw cash at ATMs. All told it took 17 days to report a lost wallet and receive replacement credit and atm cards. My advice, don't lose your wallet while traveling. Ever!

OK, moderately compelling sob stories aside, my extended stay here at the Abode actually worked out quite well. I continued helping a bit with the bookshop being built, got to visit the beach a few more times, and had the pleasure of befriending Richard Thompson, a Baba lover and fellow therapist - though his expertise, and love I might add, is in music therapy. Richard is stricken with motor neuron disease. I visited Richard twice at his care facility, and though the condition makes speech very difficult for him, we had some very lovely conversations about therapy, music, and life. Richard, your courage, your heart and your depth through this struggle have touched me deeply. Clearly you have done so much inner work to be as you now are. Despite not knowing you long, you have been an example to me that will effect both my personal and professional life. Nothing but God's love to you. My only regret is that I did not take the opportunity to get a photo of Richard. I'm sure I'll find one someday soon.

Well, today is Wednesday and in less than an hour I'm leaving Keil's Mountain and Avatar's Abode. I'm heading to Noosa tonight to spend the evening with the Foley's, and tomorrow I'm on a bus north a couple of hours to visit the world famous Fraser Island, renown for being the largest sand island in the world. It's a must see in Queensland, and I'm looking forward to it. More interesting photos to come once I'm on the move again.

Wishing all back home much love.

J

Bad Punchline

2009-02-02T17:21:00.000-08:00

Just an addendum to the previous post . . .

Two days ago, I called my bank (as I have been doing more or less every day for the past 6 days) to get a tracking number for the delivery of my ATM/check card.

Them: "Let me transfer you to my supervisor who will assist you with this matter."

No worries . . . so far.

Them: "Yes Mr. Ramsden, we have confirmed shipment of your card. It is on it's way and should arrive in the next day or two."

Great!

Me: "Will you please confirm for me, just so I know, that you sent it to the address I provided."

Them: "Yes, Jonathan Ramsden, c/o Bill LePage, 48 Meher Rd., Woombye, Queensland, Austria, 4559."

Me: "Austria? You meant Australia, right?"

Them: "No sir, Austria. The card has been shipped to the address provided, in Austria."

At that moment I realized I was the punchline in a subpar joke. I wont repeat the words that came out of my mouth from that moment on. Just suffice to say that clearly I'm meant to be here for this time. Both banks now assure me that my cards are due to arrive by tomorrow, guaranteed. Well, they'll certainly arrive somewhere, that's for sure.

That's all for now.

Stuck in a Beautiful Place

2009-01-31T23:03:00.000-08:00

Hello One and All,

I write now on the eve of one of the most important days in American culture - Super Bowl Sunday. Or I should say Super Bowl Monday as is the case Down Under. Jury is still out on whether or not I'll be able to watch the game, but that's an entirely different matter, just keeping my fingers crossed . . .

So, three weeks to the day after my arrival in Australia, I'm. Still. In. The. Exact. Same. Place. A week ago I either lost or had stolen my wallet at a local farmers market, and I've been waiting ever since for my "emergency" replacement ATM and credit card to arrive. One bank has confirmed delivery will be tomorrow (that's good), while another can't even confirm whether it's been sent or not (that's not). The banks don't seem to be treating it like it's an emergency, that's for sure. Nevertheless, I'll do my best to give an accurate description of what I've been up to.

I arrived on the Abode to stay at the home of Bill LePage. Staying in the house and on the Abode already were Greg, Kaelin, Emma and Jacob - four Baba devotee Aussies, save Caelin, who's from Oregon - who have been working on the construction of a new book shop for the Abode. All between the ages of 21 and 24 (I believe) they are a good spirited bunch who welcomed me and made me a part of the household. They generally take their meals together, which has been nice to be a part of.

Also here visiting is/has been been Elizabeth Rarrick, a Baba lover friend from the US. She for the most part has been staying with the Foley's, a dynamic Australian family who live right down the road from the Abode. I puttered around for the first 5 days, which included a day trip up to Noosa National Park and beach, about an hour north of here. An absolutely beautiful beach and community, it's no wonder Noosa has the highest land value in all of Queensland. Then, the preparation for the Australian Youth Sahavas got underway.

For those of you who don't know, I have been involved now for a long time with the Youth Sahavas youth retreat that happens every summer at the Meher Center in Myrtle Beach. Well, this is more or less the Australian version of that, just on a smaller scale. This year there were 12 participants (I think). I took on the role of counselor (well, sort of) to the 4 male participants, volleyball coach (eat your heart out Kleiner!), and general helper. With the group so small all the staff had a broader array of responsibilities than they would at the US event. It was a fun and lovely time, truly. The spirit of the event was light and festive - probably the best for an American newcomer. Big ups to Pete and Josh, my new 12 year old hommies. I can't mention everyone as I'm sure I'll leave someone out, but to all my new Sahavas and Meher Baba friends, thank you for a wonderful time.

After the Sahavas, another trip back to Noosa with Khadija, my new Australian friend currently living in London.

This time I was hell bent on finding a Koala. We did! Right when we arrived in the Park. The only one for the day however, and I wasn't able to get up close enough to really snap a good pic. See if you can spot it in the photo.

Later that night Khadija and her parents hosted me for a lovely night of drinking, prawn curry, making fun of FoxNews and spirited discussion about Barack Obama. I often feel an instant camaraderie with folks from England given that my parents are Brits as well. It was a fun gathering, that's for sure.

The very next day, the wallet turned up missing. Between the last fruit stand and the parking lot, it disappeared, never to be found again. To quote the Dude, "That's a bummer man!" Yeah, for sure. So, I've just been hanging more or less. I've helped work on the bookshop a bit, had a nice dinner with Bill LePage and his wife Diana, had another nice dinner with new friend Kendra and her father John. Hmmm, this being stranded thing hasn't been too bad after all. A couple of days ago Charmagne Foely dropped Elizabeth and I off in Brisbane for a tour of the city. It was nice, though our visit was limited to a local city center and a shopping area. Yesterday, I went with Elizabeth and the Foley's to an Aboriginal festival called the Bunya Festival. Bunya's are a nut that come from a large pine cone which can get as big as a pumpkin! They were an important food to the Aborigines for many years they held sacred festivals based on the versatility of the bunya. The festival occurred at a regional park next to a large reservoir. We ate, played traditional games (I came in third in the bunya carrying contest! - for which I won a gift certificate) and watched traditional dancing. A lovely festival indeed.

All that more or less brings us to today. With any luck I should be able to continue my travels sometime in the next few days. I'll keep you posted, as well as ad a few pics to the blog to flavor it up a bit. I've found a quicker connection that affords more reasonable upload times.

All the best from Down Under.

Fiji Continued

2009-01-12T19:13:00.000-08:00

G'Day!

My last blog left me rearing to go shark hunting . . . as it were. Keiren arrived the next evening, and on Jan 2nd we hopped a bus for the 3 hour ride to Pacific Harbor, a locality about 34 minutes from Suva, on the other side of the island. We checked in, excited about the next day's adventure. The next morning we were picked up by a staffer from Aqua Trek dive company, and taken to the dive shop where we were fitted for scuba gear and where we also signed our lives away. Funny think, the whole time I didn't experience much fear - just a lot of curiosity and eagerness. A group of 9 divers and 5 staff jumped on a boat and we were out of the harbor by about 9am. As we raced toward the spot infamously named "The Bistro," there was a little solemnity amongst my shark diving compatriots. I suppose that can be expected given that we were about to swim with 10 ft+ sharks.

About 20 minutes later we stopped and dropped anchor at the marker bouy. After a briefing that felt way too, well, brief - we were simply advised not to panic if the 6 meter tiger shark showed up. For those of you counting at home, 6 meters is 20 feet! Don't panic huh!?! Sound advice, I suppose. But then what!?!? No time for questions, we all hopped in the water and descended to 17 meters immediately. A short swim along a descending ocean floor soon had us at 25 meters all lined up along a rope that ran more or less across the ocean floor. Only 3 meters in from of us was a concrete grid made of individual concrete slabs. This was the bistro. I looked up and behind me and saw one of the Fijian dive masters swimming with a huge wheeled trash bin towards the bistro. It was somewhat of a funny sight, and yet it made perfect sense. They needed something to attract the sharks. Now, before the bins were even opened, there were hundres of fish, including a massive grouper, and large, black traveli, all getting a little frenzied. Apparently, they knew the routine. The bins were opened, and the divers each pulled out a large dolphin tuna. They cut it up right there on the ocean floor, and began waving the chunks of fish around. Sure enough, here came the sharks.

To see a large shark out in the wild for the first time is somewhat of an oddity. It's surreal. The setup was more akin to dinner theater than actually diving with sharks, as the fish and the sharks wanted nothing at all to do with us, or even the shark feeders really. First came the nurse sharks, about 2 meters long, and actually quite tame - friendly even. They were like dogs, slowly rubbing up against the shark feeders and more or less just hanging around. We each were invited to swim into the fray and stroke them. They kind of seemed to like it. Off in the distance something bigger was luming, and after a few distant passes, a 3 meter bull shark emerged, as fierce and massive as you might imagine one of these fellas to be. Now, after subsequent research, it turns out that the bull shark is the most aggressive of all shark species, logging the most shark attacks on humans - more than any other type of shark. Hmmm, what made this a good idea again??? Their aggressiveness is due to their high testosterone levels and to the fact that they can swim in fresh waster - somethings more than 1000 km upriver, far far far from the ocean. People swimming in relatively shallow rivers have too often been their victims. These guys were stout, stocky - like football or rugby players, and they had a fierce head to match. And yet, they were even more selective about eating than the fish or nurse sharks. They often passed and sniffed a piece of fish three or four times before grabbing it. When they did grab it, they scurried off to consume the chunk before returning.

After about 30 minutes of this theater, we ascended to dive a recent ship wreck. Kieren has photos of me on it, as well as the shark, so hopefully I'll get a hold of those soon. The sad story of my photos will follow. We finally ascended for an hour surface interval, and then hopped back in to watch the frenzy again, only at 17 meters this time. But this time, instead of 1 bull shark there were 5. There's a certain majesty about swimming amongst these creatures. Never once did I feel fear - only amazement. They're fierce, beautiful, tentative, picky - kind of like us. To watch one literally inflate, it's gills flaring, jaw dropped open and back the moment before it snaps shut on the fish fillet is something I'll never forget.

We returned to the dock, purchased the gratuitous "I survived the running of the bull sharks" T-shirts, and went back to our resort, where we just hung out for the remaining two days. Our last day in Pacific Harbor we visited Suva, the capital city of Fiji, but it was a Sunday, and most things were closed. We had some lunch, took in a movie, and headed back. The next day we headed back to Nadi, on the Western part of the main island. We were lucky enough to catch a lift with a local named Chetty, which cut our trip time literally in half. I was looking forward to another short trip back to the Yasawa's, and Keiren to returning home to Melbourne. Or so I thought. On January 7th, Keiren and I took a trip to the world famous Natadal beach, to take in the blue waters and relax. It would be the last day I would see sun in Fiji.That night, the worst cyclone in 13 years hit Fiji, and everything came to a grinding halt. I cancelled my trip to the islands, and resolved to remain holed up at Momma's Tropic of Capricorn resort in Nadi Bay. There are a series of lower to higher end backpacker resorts and hotels in Nadi Bay. Moma's was run, naturally, by Momma. Momma is a 70 year old Fijian-born, Australian-raised, no-nonsense firecracker. All of her staff are in the family one way or another. She doesn't take crap from anyone, she swears like a sailor, and is by far the most loving and loveable Fijian in all of Fiji. The cooking is homestyle, the prices are more than reasonable, and the staff is friendly. Pay Momma a visit if you're ever in Nadi Bay.
The cyclone, however, was not nearly as nice as Momma. For 4 days everyone just did, well, nothing. Ryan had returned to the area and all of his dive jobs were cancelled, so we got to hang out a bit fair bit. I met more travelers from Columbia, England, Ireland, Scotland, Australia - all with stories of trips cancelled or prolonged due to the storm. By the 9th, Nadi town was flooded - really badly. The river banks were no longer discernable. So, on the 10th, we did what anyone with all the time in the world and nothing to do would do - we visited to town. Even in the middle of a catastophe, Fijians are friendly and joyful. "Enjoying the weather?" "Bula, where are you from?" "In town to go for a swim?" Pretty much all were heard. One Fijian named John escorted us everywhere through the flood waters, just to make sure we were OK. We passed by one photo shop that was open, now flood waters. Perhaps the shop where my shark dive photos were posted was open and safe too! A few blocks later, I discovered that of all the shops in all of Nadi, it was the deepest under water - about 5 feet! No photos that day. We waded through the waters, chatted with townspeople, police and other travelers alike, and capped off the visit with a trip to a McDonalds a few hundred meters away on higher ground. It was fun actually, though certainly not the tropical paradise we had all become accustomed too.

The next day - last Sunday - was my departure day. I arrived at the airport on-time. Problem was, the flight crew couldn't get there due to all the flooding all over the area. Flight cancelled, flat out. I was put on standby for a flight to Sydney. People were frustrated, angry, stuck. Some had arrived Nadi only a few hours before and were basically turning right around because most people couldn't get into or out of the airport. It was a little chaotic, but after some moments of disorganzied uncertainty, I got on the flight and ended up on the top deck of a 747 with a whole emergency exit row to myself. Leg room for miles!!! I arrived Sydney, was rebooked to Brisbane, and arrived later that night. 3 1/2 hours of travel turned into 11, but at least I'm here. Now, my Australia adventure begins. I'm staying in the gracious hospitality of Bill LePage on the Sunshine Coast at Avatar's Abode - another center dedicated to Meher Baba. It's beautiful here - and I've made some lovely friends already. From here I'll continue to plan my strategy for travel, and in some time I'll update you all again.

Thanks for following along. Life's good!

Bula!

2008-12-31T16:05:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year Everyone!

Well, I have just completed my 5th night in Fiji, one of the first nations on Earth to ring in the New Year each year. Even as I write here at 12:10pm on New Years day, no doubt most of you are still preparing to celebrate. May you enjoy yourselves as much as I have . . .

Since my last update I spent my remaining 4 days in Buenos Aires, just hanging around and touring a few more parts of the city. I finally took myself to San Telmo, a classicaly European quarter rich with street performers and charming architecture. On the subway there I ran into a couple from New York, Becca and Joachim, who both were kind enough to have me along to dinner. One of Becca's favorite steak houses in the entire city, the meat was so tender and succulent that the wait staff cut it up at your table with a spoon, never a knife. Because of how the cattle are fed and cared for, the beef in Argentina is simply better than in most places. For all you non meaters, my apologies.

I spent my last night at a housewarming party for an Australian gal who Estee had befriended earlier in the week, and then it was off to the airport with Paula and Camila! Again, much love to you Nunez/Martin family. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to have befriended and spent time with you. We'll be seeing you real soon, I promise ;-).

Three relatively uneventful flights later, on Christmas eve I arrived in LA to a warm greating from my brother Anthony. We made a frantic dash to REI to help me find some lighter and more versatile clothing. After that it was sushi for the both of us in Santa Monica and on to our brother Francis's home for Christmas. I lightened my baggage load by nearly 1/2, as I soon had come to realize that I didn't need half of what I originally packed. After some breakfast shopping with Anthony and laundry, Mom, Christina and Merwan arived Christmas day around midday. For the first time in our family's history, we celebrated Christmas together somewhere other than one of the parents' homes. I schooled Mom on the proper protocal for drinking yerba mate from Argentina, and we all enjoyed a fabulous heat n' go meal on behalf of Francis. The theme this year was scarves, as Francis, recently back from India, delivered at least one to each of us. The photos, once posted, will speak for themselves. After some time spent with Francis's girlfriend Vivian and her father, Mom, Christina and Merwan headed home, and Anthony and I to the airport. For being my only day of winter this year, I certainly chose a good one to spend at home. It's always a treasure to return home to family, even if for only 24 hours. Unbelievably, I was now on my way to Fiji!

The warmth, friendliness and happiness of the Fijian people radiates! And I was feeling it before we even departed LAX. The crew on the flight were all Fijian, were all helpful, were all smiling. It's hard to describe the virtual fresh air you breathe in such warmth and happiness. Crossing the international date line, I departed the night of the 25th and 10 hours later arrived in morning of the 27th. I hope you all had a smashing Boxing Day. Mine evaporated before it even had a chance! :-) After a long wait in customs and for luggage, I was supposed to depart for Momi Bay, about 40 minutes from Nadi, to begin my open water scuba course. Before I could even say "taxi," I was warmly greeted by Amy, no doubt the slickest travel agent in all of Fiji. Before I knew it, Amy had me up in her office convincing me that my time and money would be better spent in the Yasawa island chain a two hour boat ride away. Funny thing, it turned out . . . I wanted to go to the Yasawas! I just thought that I would go later, after my dive course. There was an open water course available for me on MantaRay island, and a package that included accomodations, food and all transfers. I could kill two birds with one stone. After some frantic phone calling, the package was booked, I was hurried into a cab for a 30 minute ride with 45 minutes to make the boat. I got to the harbor, dropped my bag, and got on the boat. Done! Now I was heading for an island chain of white sand beaches and amazing coral reefs to learn to scuba dive! Total whirlwind, but well worth it all.

I sat down and immediately began telling my arrival story to Liz and Nikki, two great Australian gals on holiday from Canberra. We laughed and joked the whole 2 hours to our respective islands. The ferry stops at something like 20 islands going North and back South again. But instead of docks, it stops 100 meters or so off the island and a little boat comes to collect you and your luggage. After bidding goodbye to Nikki and Liz, who were staying on another island, we arrived at Manta Ray. Upon hopping on the little boat, we wizzed to shore to be greated by a Fijian seranade, compliments of the staff. I checked into my room, and sought out my scuba instructor, Ryan. Ryan is a lively young Australian with the classic Ozzy flair and laid-back manner. He handed me my course book and set me to studying. Tomorrow was to be my first introductory dive. I ate a little, snorkeled the most vibrant and alive reef I have ever seen in my life, and studied. Jetlag still weighing on me, I headed to bed early, excited about the next 4 days of underwater adventures!

I wont go into all the details of the course or all the great people I met at the island during my 4 days there. I will say that without a doubt I am so disheartened that I waited as long as I did to learn to scuba dive, knowing full well all along that I would absolutely love it. Clear, beautiful waters with vibrant, large, colorful reefs and thousands upon thousands of tropical fish. By the end I had completed an 18 meter dive along a much deeper sea wall. The weightlessness, the colors, the fascination with every little creature and plant life has been one of the greatest gifts I've ever given to myself. I passed my skills and written exams with flying colors. I'm now certified and looking forward to the next dive - in 2 days in fact. During my stay I met a fun loving Kiwi named Kirien who convinced me to do a 27 meter shark dive with him. Ryan sung praises to the dive as he had done it a few weeks prior. You dive in open water to 27 meters, where the dive company them chums the waters and the next thing you're looking directly at a feeding frenzy of bull, reef and white tipped reef sharks only meters away. Occasionally a 6 meter tiger shark shows up! While I have mixed feelings about swimming with a tiger shark, I'm actually really looking forward to the craziness. Photos to follow.

My stay on MantaRay ended yesterday. I hopped on the boat back to the main island harbor, and there again I found Nikki and Liz. They kindly allowed me to join them at the hotel for the evening. We went out to dinner, and headed to a local club to ring in the New Year. After connecting with about 7 or 8 other Ozzies, and a drink or two too many, we rung in the New Year dancing and clowning around. Off to bed, and up for breakfast this morning. Nikki and Liz headed back for Australia today, and I'm presently biding my time waiting for Kirien to arrive from MantaRay. Tomorrow he and I are off to Bega island for the dive. Unfortunately I can't load photos on this computer at this internet cafe. The remainder of Argentina and Fiji to date will come as soon as I can get them up.

Vinaka from Fiji! Catch you soon.

Jonathan

There. Are. No. Words.

2008-12-20T13:44:00.000-08:00

Good afternoon,

Well, I´m certainly glad I took the opportunity to write my last entry prior to this one. Because of my experience over the last few days visiting Iguazu Falls in Misiones, there would be no way whatsoever I could have remembered anything prior to this brief and spectacular trip.

Esthee and I departed Buenos Aires at 19:40 last Tuesday, the 16th of December. After fixing a little glitch in which the bus company sent our tickets to the wrong departure point, we boarded our bus on time and were soon riding comfortably ¨tuto letto,¨ meaning full bed. If you ever have the opportunity to ride in a seat on a bus or a plane that reclines fully flat, including the foot rest, I highly recommend it. Just prior to departure we connected with Aparna, another couchsurfer, this time from Bombay, who like Esthee and me quit her job to travel. She´s into month 3 of 6 in South America. Sadly, Aparna had to take the bus which departed 20 minutes after us, so we weren´t to connect with her until our arrival the next day in Puerto Iguaza.

The ride was pleasant, the entertainment strange. We were first made to watch a 20 minute promotional video for the bus company Via Bariloche. They sold us on everything from their stellar maintenence, to their food preparation plant which looked more like a lab than a kitchen. After the video´s conclusion, we were then offered a sorted array of soft rock videos from the 80´s. Lionel Richie and Roxette seemed to be favorites of the tour company. I remarked to Esthee that I should have had the foresight to book seats in the very front, as we were seated on the second level of the coach, as we would have had the full panoramic view through the large windows. Didn´t matter all too much as nghtime soon descended and after some very bad movie we were all fast asleep.

Daylight brought us breakfast, which for this coach line meant bread, tea and chocolate - lot´s of it. After breakfast came what appeared to be a routine stop at a gas station. After about 10 minutes of waiting, we were informed that we would have to be transfered to another bus as ours was having mechanical problems. You wouldn´t have guessed. Nevertheless, the next bus came by only about 10 more minutes later, and we hopped on, filling it completely and sadly leaving some of the original riders behind to wait for the next. True to my intuition, we found seats all the way in front, top level. By this time the vegetation was getting quite thick - semitropical forrest, so it was a good time to be there. Though our new seats only reclined partially, it was more than a fair trade-off.

We arrived to town without further incident a few hours later and headed to our hostel, the Hostel Inn Iguazu Falls. More like hotel than hostel, this little gem was a total find. It had a full functioning kitchen and bar, ping pong table, pool table, a swimming pool, 4 computers with free internet access, a volleyball court, a football field and nightime entertainment. After deciding that we would just take the remainder of the day to relax and then go into town, I hit the pool and chatted with other travelers. Soon after my swim, Aparna arrived. Also having experienced delays, she was happy to be there too. Aparna is quite a traveler, and now a good friend. Check out her blog at backpackingninja.com. A seasoned couchsurfer, she and her husband have hosted more than 100 travelers in their home in Bombay, and have a worldwide network of friends. Easy going, good spirited and always up for the next adventure, you´d do well to connect with Aparna if your travels ever bring you to India. We also connected with Mo, another Singaporian couchsurfer at the hostel as well. Mo is a student on holiday after studying for 6 months in Mexico. A mild mannered guy with a zeal for travel and a penchant for lots of laughs, he too turned out to be a great travel partner. That evening the 4 of us walked into town for some dirt cheap empanadas and a tour of this charming little nook. We returned later that night to a hostel abuzz with 60 -70 people all enjoying the BBQ buffet. We grabbed a few beers and joined the party, all the while fantasizing about the next day´s trip to the falls. After a rather fraternity-esque samba dance performance, which had drunken young men from around the world circled around this fantastic young dancer, all clapping and hollering, we retired.

The next morning we hopped in a cab and headed straight for the park. Upon entry Mo and I went completely tourist and bought tickets for boat rides, one beneath the falls and a short jungle cruise above them. After all of the gift shops and restaurants, you have to walk close a full km. before you even see anything. It was a nice stroll through the jungle on which we encountered a coati - a creature native to the area, somewhat of a cross between an aardvark and a racoon. Check out my video of these cute guys on Facebook. At a certain point in the path we reached a network of steal bridges, no more than a meter above the ground. You walk the bridge path, and the roar of the falls begins to intensify. For a while there is nothing to see, until you turn a corner and come upon this . . .

As before stated . . . There. Are. No. Words. The sense of overwhelm that struck me was so incredibly visceral and elating as we came upon the first of dozens of vistas in this, one of the most beautiful and amazing places on the entire planet. Again, I will emplore you - if you don´t have a facebook account, sign up for one. The photos of this place are quite spectacular. There were kilometers of bridge track at three different levels running along the first face of the falls. Words can´t describe what it´s like to see and hear a kilometer long section of thundering falls through beautiful subtropical forrest. Please do enjoy the pics and videos on Facebook. We spent the first two hours exploring the entire bridge network, before Mo and I hopped on our boat for an uplcose view of the falls. The boat took us immediately up to one of the falls, whereby we were gratuitously soaked. Actually, it was more that welcome on this hot day. We went back for two more passes at another section. Soaked on top of soaking. The cost, about 25 bucks. The time, about 12 minutes. The memory, indelible.

After our boat ride we hopped another boat for a small beach across one section of the river where we rejoined Esthee and Aparna. After a quick swim from there we took trails to more vista points before heading back across for lunch. Coatis abound during lunch time. These little gals and fellas were even more relaxed around people than the most seasoned racoon. Enjoy the video I was fortunate enough to grab of these babies as they were foraging for food right next to the trail our way out of the park.

After lunch all four of us hopped the train to the footbridge to Garganta Del Diablo - the Devil´s Throat. This spot hosts the tallest of the falls and is farthest upriver. The footbridge spans more than 1100 meters of river before coming across the most amazing display of water I have ever seen in person. It was as if God pressed a finger straight down into the river, leaving a U-shaped depression in the Earth from which water fell down all sides. Unbelievable. The curve of the U - the Devil´s Throat - is where several thousands of gallons of water per second all converge and tumble 87 meters with a roar indescribable. As with all amazing photos, they don´t compare to being there in person. Give yourself a gift and go one day.

Mo and I finished the day with a short jungle boat ride back to the train station. It was mild, well away from the falls. We saw a small river crocodile, some attractive birds, and some small fish. Not a whole lot more. We caught back up with Eshtee and Aparna and departed around 4pm, completely exhausted and elated from the experience. Another relaxing night at the hostel, and off to bed.

The next morning we just hung around. Esthee impressed me with her wicked ping pong game, and Aparna´s enthusiasm matched Esthee´s skills. We headed out to town for a not so quick lunch before arriving at the bus station. We all said our goodbyes to Aparna as she was continuing north into Brazil. Lucky gal got to see the Falls from the Brazilian side, an excursion I would have taken had I had just one more day. Again, that´s what return trips are for. Mo, Esthee and I hopped on our bus at 3pm, and began our 16 hour treck back to Buenos Aires. There was little to be said on the way home. We all had just had one of the most incredible experiences of our lives. We arrived Buenos Aires this morning at 9:30 (we made several stops for those of you counting). I have 4 days left in Argentina before I head to LA for a brief visit with the family for Christmas, and then off to Fiji. We´ll see what´s cooking for me prior to my departure.

I hope you enjoyed this one. I certainly did. Until next time.

Jonathan

¡Viva Gimnasia!

2008-12-16T05:40:00.000-08:00

Hola Todos,

Greetings once again from Buenos Aires. I figured I'd take this opportunity to write now as later tonight I am leaving for Puerto Iguaza in the north to visit the world famous Iguazu Falls at the Argentinian and Brazilian border. My guess is that by the time I return on Saturday night, I' have way too much to drone on about, so here' a quick check in.

I spent the last 5 days in La Plata, the capital city of Buenos Aires Province and about 30 minutes south of Buenos Aires city. I was hosted there by the amazing afforementioned Carlos Burre. Carlos is an amazing host. He ensured that one way or another there was always food to be had, he opened and closed car doors for me, took me on a walking tour of downtown LaPlata, visted the Cathedral of La Plata with me - twice! -, showed me the confines of his beloved local football team Gimnasi y Esgrima, introduced me to several friends of his within the Meher Baba communtiy, took me to listen to his band practice music, pretty much never let me pay for anything, helped me book my tickets to Iguazu, arranged with the bus driver to drop me specially in Buenos Aires on my way back, and did about a million other things that aren´t coming to mind. But other than all that, he didn´t do much. ;-). Quite simply the most thoughtful and generous host (for that amount of time, that is. Billy and Janet, you`re in a whole other league all together!) I have ever had. People should pay for the opportunity to stay with Carlos. Any of you out there wishing to come to Argentina one day, you are so advised to befriend Carlos. Jai Baba Carlos!

La Plata is medium sized city with a population of about half a million people. The main city area is circumscribed by 4 roads, making it square with rounded corners. Within it runs streets and avenues, all numbered. The one hitch - it' also loaded with diagonal streets, such that the map looks like a compilation of triangles, several of which merge at various plazas and parks. It makes for quicker getting from A to B, and it also makes for migraine headaches if you'e not familiar with the city. Turn a corner and you may be easily turned around, loosing track of East, West and diagonal. Luckily, Carlos is a big user of taxis, so I didn't have to worry too much about it.

On my second night in La Plata I had the great fortune of meeting, through Carlos, Victoriano Rodriguez and his younger brother Francisco. Argentinians - at least the ones I have met - have been so great with me about speaking English. Even when their accent is heavy, it has always been better English than my Spanish. I feel humbled by this, being from a society where multilingualism is more or less not valued. In fact, I have heard one author argue that multilingualism is a social detriment more than an asset in the US. But I digress. The point is that people have gone out of their linguistic way to be accomodating, to be helpful, to be loving. Victoriano and Francisco were no exception. They all took me out to dinner, shared stories of their family and spiritual lives, and shared a very warm and enthusiastic Argentinian spirit with me. Victoriano also had visiting from Spain his friend Natalie. We sang songs together, joked together, and relaxed together. Highly enjoyable, highly memorable. Joia and Martìn came to La Plata for a visit with other friends of theirs on Saturday. We enjoyed a relaxing day at a campo, a recreational site with swimming pools, tennis and basketball courts, and lots of grass space for relaxing and stretching out.

The Cathedral de La Plata is by far the grandest architectural structure in the city. It sits right in the city center, for all to see from near and far. Its towers rise 367 feet, making it the tallest cathedral in all the Americas and the second largest overall to NY's St. Patrick's Cathedral. Built in the late 18oo's, with the towers completed in the late 1990's, it's a neo-gothic cathedral made almost entirely of exposed brick, making it unique amongst it's European counterparts. Not having ever visited a grand cathedral of Europe, this was my first experience in one of these things. There truly are no limits to humanity's imagination when it comes to building sky-high temples in the name of God. Whatever your thoughts and feelings about Catholicism, it was moving to be in such a space. And to finally get a look at flying butresses made me feel that my ancient and European historical art classes were finally paying off. In one of the towers is an elevator taking visitors high above the building skyline for a panoramic view of the city. In the other, a 25 bell carillon. Again, far too many photos to be found on facebook.

I´ll post all pics with descriptions of who's who and what's what on facebook. That more or less brings us up to speed once again. One more thought, from an email exchange with a friend this morning. She made mention of the economic downturn and it's effects on the general mood at home. I'm right there with you - I lost about 25% in my retirement account and opted to cut my losses and get out for the time being, but that's another story. The US economy is of interest to Argentinians as well. From my email to my friend this morning - "It's been great to get some perspective on the economic downturn. In 2000 the Argentinian peso, which had been way overblown for years, crashed. There was a run on the banks, banks didn't give people their money, and the peso became more or less worthless for a time. Since then it's been up and down ever since, with a slow but steady climb. Many Argetinians have said to me that they go through something like this every six months or so, and don't really understand the desperation in the US." Just some perspective that can only really be garnered when you`re away.

That`s it for now. Next check in will be of Iguazu Falls and hopefully a brief sojourn nextdoor over in Uruguay.

Much love.

Jonathan

Queso Cako!

2008-12-10T11:22:00.000-08:00

Hello to one and all from Buenos Aires.

Today is December 10th, the day after my birthday. Now that the dust is settled, and that I have procured a usb reader for my camera´s memory card, I am fully operational and ready to update you on what´s been happening . . .

I arrived in Buenos Aires at 7am on December 3rd after a 10 hour flight. I was all ready to find a cab and drive into the heart of Buenos Aires to the home of my wonderful host family (more on them soon), when I was greeted much to my surprise by Carlos Burre, a Baba Lover from La Plata, a town roughly 45 minutes away from the airport - by cab - as Carlos doesn´t own a car. I was put in touch with Carlos and my host family by Gabriel Nunez, a new friend of mine who I had the good fortune to meet while he and his wife were staying on the Center in Myrtle Beach back in October. Gabriel´s father is from Argentina, and Gabriel has family here. Carlos, in the true spirit of love and community, came to the airport to simply escort me to the house. In other words, he took a cab, so he could take a cab with me, only to take a train, a cab, a bus and another cab home later that morning. Can you say overwhelmed with warmth and love??? Hello, who does that? I don´t see any hands out there, and you likely wouldn´t see mine either. For Carlos now, I will essentially do anything. As we drove into the city, we talked and joked warmly of people we knew in common, love for Meher Baba, the city of Buenos Aires, and trips to India. What a gift to get connected with others in the world! Carlos, a million times more fluent in English than I in Spanish was kind enough to oblige me in my native tongue.

After a 30 minute car ride, we arrived at the house more or less in the heart of a bustling Buenos Aires. Paula, my host, came out to greet me with a smile and the customary kiss on the right cheek. With men and women, you always, and I mean always, greet and say goodbye in this way - loved ones and new aquaintences alike. If you come, remember, move left and pucker up! Paula lives with her three children Joia (18), Javier (17) and Camila (15). Paula, originally from Buenos Aires, lived in the US for years prior to moving back to Buenos Aires with her husband at the time and children´s father Eduardo. She is a professional story teller who travels near and far reciting stories for audiences of all kinds - the first one I have ever met. After some initial introductions to Joia, Javier, Camila and Delia, the family helper, Paula showed me my guest bed, and I sacked out for a well deserved nap.

Buenos Aires is a grand city, truly. All of what I had heard about European style and flair in South America is true. I feel elements of San Francisco, New York and London all rolled into one. Even the Spanish sounds Italian to my untrained ears. With Paula gone for work 4 of my first 5 days, and the kids all busy with their studies, I was lucky enough to connect with some couchsurfing.com friends to help aquaint me to the city. Amy, from the US but living in BA for the past year, was immensely amenable to me, for which I´m very grateful. I hopped on the subway Thursday night and met her and her friend Tracy for dinner, and then later on to drinks and pool. Tracy is from England which allowed me to feel an instant familial tie given that my folks are Brits too. Basically that meant I took license to tease in a way in which you might not a new aquaintance. In good British fashion, she didn´t bat an eye and fired right back. Tracy and Amy filled me in on their experiences of living in BA, like the crazy drivers who yield to no one, the locals´ prices and the prices all others are charged, where to take tango classes and the like. I love the internet. You can show up literally anywhere in the world and make a willing friend and get plugged right in.

The following night Amy invited me to join her for game night with her friends Ariel (a Porteño - one native to Buenos Aires), Grace (an American English teacher now since departed, back to the US) and Stephanie (another American, living with family in BA for the time). We played Settlers of Katan (Ariel´s favorite), rat screw and of course, Uno! Wonderfully enjoyable. The following day (Saturday) Amy and I went north about 45 minutes by train to Tigre, then hopped on a water taxi going up the river delta to a municapal camping spot where the local BA couchsurfing community had organized a weekend camping trip. Off the dock we greated about 100 couchsurfers from BA and around the world. North Carolina, Rio de La Plata, Germany, England, Columbia and California are a few places that immediately come to mind represented. Because Amy had work to do that weekend, and neither she or I had camping gear, we decided to stay for just the day. I swam, ate, drank, flirted, conversed, played hacky sack and sun bathed. Too bad, huh! I know, it´s really been a struggle.

The next day, Sunday, I did literally nothing. Just caught up on email and rested. It has been getting hot here in Buenos Aires, so a quiet day was welcomed. Monday was my day to be a tourist, so I hopped the subway - Linea B -and headed downtown to walk around and snap some pics. Transportation in Buenos Aires is impressively efficient and easy. The subway trains run every 5 - 10 minutes, trains run every 5-10 minutes, the buses run every 10-15 (at least during the day) and there is always a cab to be hailed. Busses and subways are 90 centavos a ride, less than 30 cents US. By far the best deal on anything in town. I toured around for a couple of hours, but I´ll let the photos speak for themselves. I did cave in and eat Burger King for lunch, which is on every corner, along with McDonalds, in the downtown tourist area BA. The taste was notably improved in the beef, as I was told it would be, but not enough to write home about. I guess that was just a contradiction, wasn´t it.

Moving on, after my afternoon tour I hopped Linea C to meet another couchsurfing friend for helado (ice cream), Romi. Romi, another Porteño, is an absolute jewel. Her heart is the size of Argentina and she wears it on her sleeve. She greeted me not with just the customary kiss, but a warm and welcoming hug. Very intuitive, spiritual, warm, kind and goodnatured, she spoke brightly and openly of her spiritual journey, her love and profession of photography, and her heartache of missing her partner in Peru. She was eager to learn about Meher Baba, and to discuss the spritual books she has been reading. Every now and then you meet someone from whom so much deep love is pouring that you can´t help but be moved to tears. Romi is one of those people. With any luck we shall commune again before I depart. Regardless, one brief encounter has ensured more to come, in this country or the next. Check out her work at http://www.romilove.com.ar/.

During my days at the house I have had the delightful pleasure of getting know and befriend the family. Joia is warm and sweet. Speaking in way better English than she´ll ever give herself credit for, she has shared about her family life, her job, her schooling and intentions to become a doctor one day. No doubt she will do it. Javier is energetic and deep, with a keen eye for world and local issues. An aspiring and accomplished musician (saxophone) in his own right, he was more than enthused to practice English with me, as I was about practicing my Spanish with him. He bestowed me with the honor of being the absolute first person outside the classroom to have a full conversation in English with him. Way to go Javier! And Camila. Camila is just delightful. Always smiling and laughing, always on the phone (of course), always coming and going. It took us a while to find time to connect, but once we did over lunch yesterday, she broke out her best English and I my worst (and only) Spanish as we talked about school, and her trips with her family. She showed me pictures of Patagonia, which only made me salivate even more. Don´t think I´m going to get there this trip, but that´s what return trips are for! And of course Martin, Joia´s boyfriend of the past 4 years. Martin is a bright, even keeled guy who speaks impeccable English with virtually no accent. It´s almost eerie. He has an abiding love for rock of the 70´s and 90´s, and somehow finds time to play music while working full time and taking classes at night. We joke and speak of world events and US politics. He´s undoubtedly an indespensible addition to the family.

Yesterday I took the opportunity to connect with yet another couchsurfing friend, Esthee from Singapore, to take a tour of the cemetary in Recoleta (a BA neighborhood). Esthee, like me, is on sabbatical from a high pressure business position which had her traveling and living all over the world. She´s in BA to dance tango and learn Spanish. Esthee told me of her truly international life, and growing up in Singapore. With any luck, we shall be off to the falls of Iguazu sometime next week. A sharp and high energy gal, she took the reigns and guided our walking tour of the cemetary and the neigborhood. The cemetary is unlike any I´ve ever seen. The crypt vaults were all at least 10 feet high, lined up in rows side by side making the place a veritable village of the dead. They were ornately designed and sculptured with stone and bronze. The burial place of Eva Peron - Evita - one could get lost for hours just taking in the uniqueness and mystery this place holds.

After our visit and stop for ice cream, which by the way is far superior to any available in the US, I headed back to the house, where my now adopted family (I haven´t officially told them yet) were making preparations for my birthday Asado - Argentinian style BBQ. It has been said that Argentinians eat a balanced diet, meat on the left and meat on the right. When in Rome . . . The Asado was fantastic, with four different types of meat and sausage, bread, and salad. Martin slowly heated and stoked the coals as the seasoned meats were grilled to perfection. The taste was fantastic. After we applauded the chef, threatening rain forced us inside, where we ate and drank some more, and all ended up doubled over in laughter sharing anecdotal stories of egregious and risque errors of speach. Janey, they loved the "crusin for a bruisin" story. Now it´s legendary here too. Joia had surprisingly baked not one but two cakes for the celebration, and I ended up blowing out the birthday candle not once but three times as they all serenaded me with two Spanish birthday songs and our good ol´English classic. After the umpteenth time of asking from all parties "how do you say . . . ?" I jokingly remarked "so, cheese cake is not queso cako!" We all died laughing once again. I am overwhelmed writing of this account as I consider how much joy and love this family has shared with me. Truly, an unforgettable 33rd.

Now we are all up to speed. This morning I came to La Plata for a visit with Carlos Burre. Not surprisingly, he took a bus to meet me downtown to escort me back, by bus, to his home. I shall return to BA this weekend, and then it´s off to Uruguay for a couple days and Iguzao for a few more. One more note. Because of how this blog is formatted and painfully, incredily slow upload times, I´m not going to post all of my photos here, but I will do so on Facebook. For those of you not yet on Facebook, you better get hip. It may just be worth the overload that comes with an account there.

Besos y Abrozos

Jonathan

Countdown to a Southern Hemisphere Summer

2008-11-29T17:40:00.000-08:00

Hi All,

I have been gently reminded that I haven't been posting as frequently as some would have hoped. My apologies. It's really quite simple. There hasn't been much to report on as of late. However, that will be changing quite soon. Monday evening I fly down to Miami, and Tuesday evening I'm off for Buenos Aires. A new friend Gabriel recently put me in touch with his friends and family in Buenos Aires, all of which have offered me places to stay upon my arrival. Between them and all of the wonderful folks on couchsurfing.com who have offered me a place, I am more than covered for accommodations during the next three weeks. (To those who have not heard of couchsurfing.com, do yourself a favor and check it out. It's done in a spirit of giving and brotherhood that can only make this world a better place. If you aren't traveling any time soon, then sign up to host someone. It'll provide opportunity to make friends on a global scale as perhaps never before.) As soon as I arrive I will settle, then strategize my plan of attack for Buenos Aires and the surrounding region. Plans and pics to come.

All are aware by now of the recent attacks on Mumbai. My dear friend Mikey Files was on the ground in Mumbai when the gunshots and grenades began to explode. Luckily, he was unharmed. For a very in depth, reflective and almost philosophical account of what unfolded during the first 24 hours of the attacks, visit his blog at vicablog.com.

For the time being, I should reflect on my time here in Myrtle Beach, working on the Meher Center. For the past 9 weeks I have sanded, painted and stained floors and porches, refinished furniture, cleared hiking paths of overgrowth, dug up (and fell into) a septic tank, painted a bathroom, refinished rusted refrigerators and done a dozen or more things I can't remember at this time. It has been amazing. Truly. I have always enjoyed working with my hands, and to be able to do so in such a beautiful place as the Center has been a gift. For the past 15+ years I have been coming to the Center in one capacity or another. My relationship to it has always been one of service and work. Most people come to have a retreat experience. Life would have it that I come to get my hands dirty. I wouldn't trade it for the world. It's truly one of the beautiful places in world, and to serve such a place has been a gift. In particular I'd like to mention the men I've worked with over these past couple of months - Lee McBride, Mike Cauthen, Dean Nordquist, and the up and comer Joe Dunn. These men are all seasoned craftsmen who I continue to hold an immense amount of love and respect for. What a gift to have been given glimpses into such trade knowledge and secrets. Their combined experience must be somewhere near 100 years, and I got to soak as much of it up as I could. Thanks again gentlemen. It was a pleasure.

I would be remiss without mention of Barbara and Jane, two fixtures of the Center, and of my heart. There's not enough time or space to say all of the wonderful things about you both I'd be moved to say. As always, the pleasure was all mine. If anyone out there who has not yet met and befriended these two angels ever gets a chance to, you'll know what I'm talking about. I love you both immensely. Thanks for the good times.

And of course, I would be entirely remiss - and probably in trouble - if I did not express my undying gratitude to my wonderful hosts Janet and Billy Files. Thank you both so much for your generosity, once again having me as a member of the family. Janet and Billy have generously hosted more wayward young people in their home over the years than any people I've ever known. Thanks for all of the wonderful meals, and for all of the manual labor to help keep my back strong and me in line :-). Glad you both will be following my exploits.

The Center is too vast a place to capture in photos without blowing out the memory of the blog page, so I thought I'd just include a couple. You can never go wrong with serene scenery. Wishing you all much love. I'll be checking in again soon.

With Mixed Sentiments

2008-11-08T07:42:00.000-08:00

Hi One and All,

Happy Saturday morning to you. I am doing well, all things considered. I have much to share, so let's get to it. Work on the Center is going well. These days I find much of my time is spent in the workshop wearing a dust mask. I never thought I would sand, primer and paint a refrigerator, nor repair dozens of small leaky holes in a rowboat. However, at a place like the Meher Center, such tasks are par for the course. Here's me smiling for the camera, doing my best impersonation of Joe. I have to say that it's a real joy to apprentice under Lee McBride, Mike Cauthen and Dean Nordquist - all longtime veterans of the Center maintenance crew. Such work chose them for their lives, and they bring so much experience, know-how and integrity to upkeep of this very special place. It's truly an honor to be a part of it for an abbreviated time once again. (I also had a 7 month stint there back in 2000. At that time I worked mainly on the cabin crew.)

Last weekend was Halloween, and I spent it up in Asheville, NC. There's me, Kung-Fu Werewolf extraordinaire. It's always a crowd favorite and allows me to spar with many faceless strangers on the streets Halloween night. In fact, it was Halloween weekend that was central to my being here in South Carolina to begin with. For the past 4 months I had been planning a reunion of dear friends who all used to live in the Bay Area, and at one point or another all moved on, save our precious Brian. While we didn't have the full crew that weekend, Brian (from San Fran), Ben (presently in Myrtle Beach), Mark (Philadelphia) and I (the world) converged in Asheville to give the wonder boys Meherwan and Meherdil a Halloween surprise they'll never forget. Many thanks to Molly and Jonas for your assistance with accommodations and transportation. Long story short, we "assaulted" Meherwan and Meherdil out to lunch in full costume, revealing ourselves only after challenging them to mock fights and causing some mild havoc in the restaurant. Pulling off a well orchestrated surprise on friends who truly appreciate the effort is well worth all the planning and tongue-biting that goes into it. We had a fabulous weekend in beautiful Asheville, which included Halloween clowning around, paintballing with all the local fellas in the Asheville community, a large potluck dinner, a phenomenal Sunday brunch with Roz - thanks again Roz, as always, 'twas delicious - and some great time spent just catching up and being together. Love you guys. Will do it again soon.

With all that's been wonderful, including Tuesday's election of Barack Obama - it's with a heavy heart that I explain the title of my post. Just last night I received word that a friend named John who I knew through a circle of friends at my graduate school ITP committed suicide. There really isn't anything more shocking, disconcerting, angering and saddening all at once. Out of respect to his family and close ones, I'll omit his last name and method of suicide, but would ask you all to simply hold prayer and thought for John and his family. The irony that he and his graduate school circle were/are all aspiring mental health professionals makes the news even more bitter to swallow. I spent time with John and friends during my last days in Saratoga about 2 months ago. Never could I have imagined he would take his own life. According to accounts of friends, there were some recent indications that he was not well, but I don't think anybody suspected suicide in the slightest. I'm certain that there will be a massive reconciling within the ITP community, and amongst its leaders. As crazy and maddening as family can be at times, ITP is in many ways just that, a family. My continued support and love to all who were close to John, and to the ITP community as a whole.

One last note, and I shall be reiterating this point in upcoming posts. Wherever I go on this trip, anyone who is currently reading is more than welcome to join me for any leg at any time. So far Argentina, Fiji and Australia are all set in stone. If the travel bug bites you too, come on out. I'd love to see you.

With Love

Jonathan

Cold and Beautiful

2008-10-28T17:08:00.000-07:00

Hello All,

A tad more than a week since I've written. Given my general level of commitment to things these days, I'd say that's pretty good! :-) The weather here in Myrtle Beach has turned cold, and occasionally wet. That, combined with my most recent work task of shingling a building on the Center has left my hands more cracked than I can remember. And yet, it's wonderful work. My co-worker Joe Dunn, who I've affectionately named Gitter (get it???), and I spend hours atop
the roof of this small single person cabin deep in the woods on the Center. In fact, it's the most isolated cabin on the Center, earning it the name "The Hermitage." Here are a couple quick pics of the view from the rooftop, overlooking the Center lake. It's a little hard to tell from low rez cell phone camera, but the lake is virtually clear. Just yesterday Gitter Dunn spotted a bald eagle circling the lake. We stared transfixed for about 5 minutes as it soared, circled, then dove and soared again. Amazingly beautiful. Cracked hands are well worth the payoff.

Other than that, I'm simply enjoying my time here. I continue to catch up with old friends, and I've made a few new ones as well. I'm hoping to procure a camera in the next week or so such that I can add clearer pics with bigger, brighter smiles.

That's it for now. Drop me a line when you have a second or two.

Adios.

Jonathan

Gettin' Started

2008-10-18T13:29:00.000-07:00

Greetings One and All,

My apologies to those of you who have been eagerly awaiting some news from your wayward friend. I'm happy to report that I'm alive and well, presently living in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina under the gracious hospitality of Janet and Billy Files. This is my first blog, my first blog entry - first anything really - so I'm figuring this out as I go along. I imagine soon I'll find a way to ad neat little polls, quizzes and photos. But for now, you get boring old words.

So, to roughly sum up the last 6 weeks . . . I had a fabulous going away party on September 6th in Saratoga. It was a beautiful day marked by swimming, munching and bouncy house shenanigans. Thank you once again to those of you who attended. On Sept 13th, with the invaluable help of my fabulous brother Anthony, I packed the moving truck and said goodbye to Meg, Bob, Eliot, Jordan, Dexter and Tucker, and to Saratoga. Once again WillWell's, thank you for everything over the past 7 years. I then spent the next two weeks in scenic Fallbrookk CA with my mother, sister Christina and brother Merwan. It took nearly the entirety of that time to figure out what to do with all of my stuff. Mother dearest, my eternal gratitude for your willingness to store my belongings for what appears to be an indefinite period of time. The rest of the time was spent booking airfares and sorting finances online in the local coffee house. Thanks Christina for the generous lending of your laptop. And Ann, a pleasure to meet you! After some more visits with rest of my clan, including my father Michael who was back for a few weeks from India, brothers Francis and Anthony, and our Grandfather Charles and his wife Abby who made the trip from France to celebrate his 90th birthday in LA, I departed for South Carolina on September 28th.

I arrived on a Sunday and immediately began my 9 week post on Monday working with the maintenance crew at the Meher Spiritual Center in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina - www.mehercenter.org. It's a place of spiritual retreat dedicated to Meher Baba, Indian
spiritual master and Avatar of the age. I've been going there for years. It's beautiful and truly one of my favorite places on Earth. Photos to follow soon. For the past 3 weeks I've been painting buildings, sanding and refinishing porches and a stage, refinishing furniture and digging up a backed up septic tank - well, actually, nearly falling into said septic tank. My co-worker Joe and I were standing on top of the tank when a dirt-covered seem in the concrete slabs that make up the lid gave way under my foot revealing a perfect shoe sized breach. Next thing I knew my left leg was thigh high in pure, raw sewage! Yummy. I traded cozy air conditioned counseling offices for septic tanks and staph infection threats! The incident ended up not being too bad. A couple hours later I was out of the doctor's office with a cleaned leg, fresh tetanus booster and 5 day's worth of antibiotics, just to be on the safe side - good as new!

I've slowly been reconnecting with the many people I know and love here in the Meher Baba community in Myrtle Beach - have even made a couple of new friends along the way. As of now I'm booked to go to Argentina in December, Fiji in early January (which will include a 24 hour layover in LA on Christmas) and from there I'll head to Australia sometime mid January. Once in Australia I plan to not have a plan - to visit all of the family I have yet to meet on my mother's side in Melbourne, and then slowly make my way north, doing most of the East Coast as possible. Once I've had enough, we'll see where life takes me then . . .

I'll do my best to make an entry once a week. However, for now through December 2nd I am easily reachable by email, and by phone for those of you in the US. Drop me a line any time should you feel moved.

With love and thoughts of you.

Jonathan