though i have a hometown, ottawa, i am a nomad at heart. this blog will take you with me on my travels near and far. currently said travels are taking place in Guatemala and they will continue for the next 4 months (at least). stop by for my regular updates coupled with photos it just might make the cold land you hail from feel that much warmer (or colder if you are the jealous type).
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Saturday, January 23

tourism (backpacking) - you decide

this stunning community of maya people exist the way they did for thousands of years with one small difference, me and other like me. for better or for worse the lucky few of us have found this idilic place that feeds all sense, that calms the soul and opens your eyes. the negatives exist true, with the arrival of whitey so came the drug trade in a community that frowns on drinking and drugs it is not hard to believe that drugs (beyond those used religiously) never had a presence here and if once there was the strong community values quickly had it expunged. now san pedro, due to its stunning location, its inspiring people and beautiful energy, quickly became known amongst hippies and backpackers alike as a destination that easily set itself apart from others. it is not hard to see how that started to happen and probably not that hard to imagine what that does to a community. for example the other day i was chatting with a 14 year old boy (i should point out here that my chatting with kids is by no means nefarious rather their language skills much match my own so at most opportunities as i go to and from school or even on my many walks about town if a child doesn't engage in a conversation with me, which they usually do, i will initiate. this has already greatly helped with my confidence in speaking), when i asked him about school he said he didn't need it. foolishly i asked why. "i sell marijuana, want some?" not wanting to be rude of course i said yes....just joking mom if that were true this would be a pretty hypocritical story, no?......actually, i said "no gracias". how could you say yes? sure a smoke can be fun but look at what is being encouraged but in this instance i would have be putting the proverbial "nail in the coffin" with regards to his education or lack there of. exasperating a situation and a persona that i am not pleased to be associated with even by association. therefore in short the dark side of tourism has created means and opportunity that removed a small boy form school at the age of 10 and countless or youth and adults that now prosper or suffer as a direct result.

yet that isn't to say i regard tourism as bad (for if i did that would imply i regard what i am doing negatively, and that is not the case) for it offers many positives to a community one of which being foreign money into a primarily based on substance agriculture. and the second being that of keeping a culture alive, let me elaborate...as can be witnessed all around the world in developing and developed countries alike is that the traditional rural agriculture is slowly dying this in turn results in an influx of people into a city. in guatemala, if a young child was growing up in a small community that sees hard economic times simply due to weather or other more complex economic reasons well beyond the scope of their understanding, a better life is dreamed of, spoken about and eventually realized as they move to the "big city". (note: guatemala is a country of approximately 10 million people, guatemala city has approximately 3.5 million people, the next biggest city xela has approx. 350 000 people) true much of the mass influx of people into the city can be attributed to the savage civil war that tore up the country side that is just now starting to rebuild and heal the scars that were invariably left however many more left their rural agricultural life behind for a life where they may control their own destiny. unfortunately, a dream is not always reality and this certainly proves that point. with so many 'agricultural refugees' ending up in the same spot there is certainly not going to be enough work to go around. slums grow and grow. where they once could at least grow food if have little else they now find themselves even without that option. is it any wonder that guatemala city ranks among the most dangerous cities in the world? humans have a strong survival instinct and for lack of money and food people are forced beyond their moral comfort zone into the world of crime. and their children grow up in a hopeless environment and it isn't before long they join some of the roughest and toughest gangs in the americas, so much so that there are many section in guatemala city that the police simply do not and will not go. {back to my point} so communities that would invariably start to lose it populations can begin to rely on a new form of fairly steady income, tourist. and well beyond the point of money is culture, something that can easily be lost or forgotten for more pressing issues and concerns. for example, here in guatemala there is a large population of maya. (note: the maya people can be divided up into many tribes and regions but for the sake of this blog i shall refer to the maya generally, much as we do in north america with our 'first nations') making textiles is a large part the maya culture and traditions. the art of weaving is passed down generationally and can get lost and forgotten ever so easily (see 'first nations' in canada) tourism ensures that this skill is indeed passed down for almost every visitor to guatemala will leave with some form of maya textiles from hammocks to wraps to ponchos, a profitable market for traditional clothing has opened up creating income for something that was done out of practicality in the past. so here we see that as a result of tourism, a local maya culture is remembered and passed down generationally and that rural agricultural substance communities do not go the way of the do do. here in san pedro, maya women and girls weave stunning textiles and sell them to tourist and one another. one of the remarkable things in san pedro is that the majority of the population young and old still wear traditional dress and it is stunning! it is primarily a substance agricultural community meaning that it eats what it grows and now has the opportunity to continue on its traditional path with but a few interruptions from tourism.

life just isn't as black and white as our fearless (fearsome?) leaders would have us believe just maybe there are many sides to an argument. i, stepping out of myself, looking around and seeing the world again through new eyes has got me thinking quite a bit. re-examing what i believe and remembering why exactly that was rather than just because. as such, i will continue to travel as i always have with my eyes and my heart wide open, respecting and helping the people and cultures that i have the opportunity and privilege to visit. hoping always to leave with my hosts and new found friends a positive memory and idea of what tourism (or as i more appropriately see myself as a nomad) is and can be.

of course there are many reasons, positive and negative, surrounding tourism and i have only touched a few of them. this was not meant to tell rather to inform and open your eyes and mind to what else lies out there and how we all affect it. if you bared through this my evening ramble, thanks. and if you didn't then you didn't. should you have strong feelings on this subject one way or another i would love to hear it so don't be shy and share.

Tuesday, January 12

and away we go....



here i sit in the ottawa airport, waiting and waiting. today i am waiting longer than 'normal' as there are heightened security concerns. so rather than rushing in at the last minute (as i normally do) i got here WAY TO EARLY. lets talk a minute about heightened security, what does it mean. when passing through security for 15 minutes i learned that it means a full body pat down (good times) no shoes (of course) no bag (kidding me?) so add that all together what does it equal? i saw a 90 year old lady in a wheelchair getting the most awkward pat down i have ever seen! and for good cause i mean who would want to profile, that would be terrible just plain wrong. little old ladies in wheelchairs wouldn't be 'harassed' by security and i wouldn't be juggling my carry-ons (laptop, camera+gear and a book) as bags are no longer permitted (did i mention...kidding me?) that would be terrible, wouldn't it? as for my sarcastic commentary of the state of security (perceived or real...i say the former), that's enough, for now at least.

now lets talk about the fact that my adventure begins today! that’s right after many a moon the time is nigh the day is upon us (or me). but today started a bit differently than a usual departure day as i found myself sitting in a surgeon's waiting room at 7:30am nervously awaiting a biopsy just below my lip. yesterday, my dentist who happened upon it stuck the FEAR in me as he alluded to the fact that it could be the big C (cancer) he kindly booked me an early appointment this AM ensuring that i make my flight (11:35). from the waiting room to the operating room, fingers gripping the armrest, colour draining from my face. first the topical disinfectant (making me look like my 1 year old nephew after a plate of spaghetti, then the local. 2 shots for good measure, ouch! talking is now ridiculous, i am starting to look and sound like bubba from forest gump. alright, time to excise...ouch! what a great way to start a day, with that as part of my schedule i would never need coffee to wake up. the good news, speculated yes but also good, the surgeon did not 'think' it was the big C he was more moderate with his guesses that the dentist. allowing me to leave on my adventure with fewer health concerns occupying my thoughts. of course i still need to wait for the results but i am confident that this is now sorted.






back to 'now' in the airport. the freezing is wearing off and the real pain begins. i have just taken a picture of my silly looking face so you can share in my pain. wow, writing sure passes the time, i am now only 1 hour away from boarding. oh joy.

i will leave you now knowing that when i can 'plug-in' again, you will be there. and you can rest assured that i will be back very regularly if not daily to rant, rave and share.

Wednesday, December 2

inspiration on the road








our days are filled with excess and we see it as the “end all and be all”. the all mighty dollar and the ever-ticking clock! to name a few of our self-imposed shackles. for years i to was obsessed with the trivialities of life chasing, unsuccessfully, happiness though the amassing of material goods and the accumulation of wealth. it wasn't until i left the "rat race" that i began to realize that there was more out there in the world beyond the trappings of western society, nay a consumeristic illusion. if happiness wasn't in money and things, were was it?

i ended up in havana having decided to see whether photography for me would continue to be a passion or if i could transform it into more. one day while walking about with my camera in hand i met philippe a fascinating italian man with an inspiring story. i was walking through a vibrant and colourful neighbourhood oozing with the afro-cuban culture. the walls were painted in rich colours with spanish sayings and strong shapes. littering the alley were modern art sculptures that drew me closer for observation. in fact there were so many and they are so finely merged with reality that a few trips through the space and you are still likely to miss some of the creations. sitting on a bright red bench amid the colours and textures was a rasta looking guy contently typing away on an antique green typewriter. it all looked unreal. my curious nature had me sitting on the bench and i struck up a conversation. he possessed a strong energy and exuded grounding calm. i learned that he was on an exciting journey, physically and spiritually. starting in anchorage alaska he has made his way south with his ultimate goal in mind, argentina! after spending 10 years in the telecommunications industry in italy, realizing that happiness was not achieved through financial gain and amassing material possessions he quit his job, discarded his techno gadgets and set off on an adventure to discover himself and the world. as he made his way south he was struck with the urge to write a book, not on his travels per se but on his emotional experiences and his connection to the earth. buying a typewriter his thoughts were put to paper. physically weighed down by the antiquated machine his was lighted by the process. we chatted for a short amount of time, especially in the context of our time on the earth but that does not lessen the impact he had on me and, i think, the impression i left on him. inspired by his sense of adventure and his desire to see and do more than the vast majority ever dream of let alone do.

since meeting him in havana 1 year ago phillipe has finished his epic journey from pole to pole, or as close as one can get in an old toyota corolla. i won't claim that all i've achieved in my personal journey of understanding is attributed to his meeting, a 20-minute conversation with a stranger. but i'd be a fool to ignore the impact of our meeting in my evolution of understanding. as we are continually on this road of life it ultimately amounts to our collective experiences varied in importance and impact helping to guide us as we continue on our way.