Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Paraguay

Another land border, from Argentina to Paraguay. This is the most porous border yet; God only knows what was smuggled across in those heavily taped boxes that went beneath the bus. We landed at the seedy border town of Ciudad del Este and headed into town after finding a dive hotel for 15 dollars a night. South America is not as cheap as it used to be! The downtown was absolutely deserted, at 5:00 in the evening, except for security guards at every corner with long sawed off shotguns. The shops where all closed with metal doors rolled shut over them. At one corner several men were trying to rattle their way in one. Eventually we found an ATM and a place to eat. A Chinese woman in a short skirt was twirling her keys and making suggestive comments to the diners as we walked in. As we ate I noticed a man standing by the window staring in at us. When I glanced at him he winked at me and continued staring for a moment before backing into the shadows and lurking there. After a bit he was back at the window staring as he twirled something in his hand. If I looked over in his direction he would wink or make other machismo facial expressions. I was completely unsettled and told Tim that he was waiting for us with bad intentions. But it turned out his motives not nearly as sinister as I had imagined. The man sitting next to us bought him some food and asked the waiter to bring it to him. The man grabbed his to-go bag and took off, mission apparently accomplished.

Day two in Paraguay was spent visiting Itaipu Dam, which produces 75% of Paraguay's power and 25% of Brazil´s. The Dam is an environmental nightmare to be sure, but if that 75% of power had to be supplied by another means it would probably be just as bad environmentally, and probably worse from a humanitarian standpoint; power would be more expensive in a country that is already quite poor, and Paraguay would not be as energy self-dependant. The tour of the dam started with a propaganda video showing all the animals that supposedly live around the newly created lake, but most of the photos came from inside a zoo. When the dam was finished in 1983, water flow was completely cut off and the lake was filled within a three week period. Tim and I couldn't help but crack up laughing when the movie showed people in small boats netting animals that where stuck in the trees as the water rose. This was supposed to prove environmental awareness, but I think filling the dam that fast was completely reckless! I guess the animals that couldn't climb trees were shit out of luck.

After our visit to the dam we spent six hours on a bus and a few more trudging around looking for a hotel in Asuncion. At one, we were told that a room would be available in a half hour. OK, now, it's 8:30 at night. Just what kind of hotel do you think that was? At some point during this odyssey, I remembered that it was my birthday. Tim remembered the next morning!

We spent three days in Asuncion (not in the questionable hotel) before heading to Ybycui National Park (your guess on pronunciation is as good as mine) to see one of the last stands of Brazilian subtropical rain forest. Unfortunately, it was now in the midst of Holy Week and both hotels in town were full. Buses were coming into Ybycui, but they were not leaving for two days. Sonya, The friendly lady running one of the hotels showed us a room full of extra furniture and said we could stay there. She brought us sheets and a foam mattress to sleep on. The lights did not work and neither did the fan, but the room had a nice balcony. As evening came around, bass thumping cars full of teenagers began cruising back and forth on the road out front. It soon became apparent that our room was a mosquito breeding ground, so we set up our tent in the middle of the floor. The next morning the room was full of bloody mosquitoes. Well, at least it wasn't our blood!

Sonya found us a ride to the park with a friendly couple staying at the hotel. It was jam packed with locals and tourists from Asuncion swimming and camping. There were two major highlights for the day. One was seeing a Praying Mantis staggering along in its weird, jerky gait and the other was an amazing, huge, electric blue and black patterned butterfly.

After this, we headed to another border town, and another border to cross.

Drinking Yerba de Mate, the national drink. Everywhere you see people carrying thermoses of this tea leaf brew.



How would you like to have a tooth pulled here?



An old cannon in a city square, piled with riot gear. I was a little nervous snapping this shot in the midst of the many groups police lingering around.





Praying mantis



An interesting mural in Asunction.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The Golden Arches

It was 4:30 am and we were in between flights at the Lima airport when I saw them. . . The Golden Arches! And despite the fact that I have not eaten at Mc Donald's for more years then I can count, and I really hate fast food, I immediately began salivating. Buttermilk pancakes! Orange juice not watered down to the consistency of Tang! Egg Mc Muffin! Coffee in a cup bigger than the size of a thimble! A good old American breakfast! $12.00 later and. . . Ba da da dada!

One thing I just can't get used to traveling is the breakfast. Dog meat, Alpaca, Manioc, etc., it's all good for lunch. Or dinner. But, for God's sakes, not breakfast. Really, we were served wieners and french fries one morning. Who can eat that at 8:00 am in the morning?

Ba da da dada! I'm lovin' it!

Roadblocks in Argentina

We were lucky to make it out of Argentina! Fortunately we decided to take a boat rather than a bus from Uruguay to Buenos Aires to catch our flight to Peru, or we would never have made it past the farmers roadblocks. While on a taxi to the airport, the taxi driver filled us in on what was happening. The government of Argentina decided to raise the taxes on soy beans to 50% from about 20% in a few days time. They have a somewhat good reason for doing this; With high Soy prices most of Argentina's farmers have sold off their livestock and other crops and turned to Monsanto's "Round up Ready" GM Soy Bean monoculture. With the mass export of cash crops, Argentina is beginning to have problems with food supply within the country. But this pissed the farmers off and they started a mass protest, choking off all the roads to Buenos Aires with tractors and other farm equipment. As we drove, we could see long lines of people waiting to get into the grocery stores to stock up on food, as supplies were beginning to run low. On the news at the airport we saw footage of massive truckloads of spoiled food being dumped, unable to reach its markets in time. Anyhow, we made it out of Argentina without being affected by all this excitement and are now in Cuzco, Peru, getting ready to head to Macchu Picchu.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Argentina

Just what is Tim doing here?



My favorite thing about Argentina is the wine. In NZ, my family was having a cheap wine contest, and I can now say I have won hands down. A decently drinkable-even good-bottle of wine can be had here for only $1.50, so, you probably all know I have drank plenty of wine here!

The other highlight of the trip to Argentina was Iguazu Falls, one of the largest and most beautiful waterfalls in the world, set amid rain forest full of beautiful butterflies, birds, and lizards.

Some sights in Buenos Aires

The first public cemetery in Buenos Aires, full of mausoleums, is now full, unless you can share a mausoleum with family members already here.



The Congress building







Political posters line riot fences in front of the Pink House, anogalous to the White House in the USA



Dog walkers walk large groups of dogs throughout Buenos Aires



Iguazu Falls



An Iguana at Iguazu.





Am amazing amount of water rushes over here







More photos from NZ

North Island





South Island

Some photos of New Zealand´s wide open farms







Spectacular Appaloosas



A peak my uncle and I climbing behind Naseby







An old open pit gold mine turned excellent swimming hole near historic Saint Bathans





Overlooking some of New Zealand´s rolling farm land



Clouds spill over the mountains in Central Otago



A goat in pajamas?



Hi tech farm equipment in the parade



You gotta love psychedelic green on a tractor!



Women dressed to the nines at the Art Deco Fair in Ranfurly



The classic car parade



Here is the one I want!



My grandfather with Buddha

Sunday, March 2, 2008

New Zealand



I flew in to Auckland airport to meet my grandfather, and we picked up a rental car with plans to drive to my mom's on the South Island. We had not made it very far before I realized that driving in NZ was a bit much for me. In addition to driving on the left side of the road, the roads are narrow, curvy, hilly, and not cambered for easy turning. My grandfather says "someone handed the keys to a bulldozer driver and said make a road. There is no engineering involved!" We drove north to see the beach and the huge Kauri trees. I also went scuba diving at the Black Nights Islands, where I saw a large stingray and many other wonderful things swimming amongst psychedelically colored seaweed. Then we went back to Auckland and took a flight to Christchurch, where we met my uncle and picked up another car to drive to my mom's house in the Central Otago region. Most of my time in NZ was spent hanging out with family rather than sight seeing, but if you want to see photos of New Zealand's nature you can look in the archives for last year's trip.

New Zealand has some beautiful natural mountain scenery along the West coast of the South Island, but for the most part, it is probably the worlds biggest farm, with lots of sheep, cows, horses, deer, and even trophy elk. I find the elk most fascinating; people pay tens of thousands of dollars to bag elk bred especially for their trophy size. The selected elk is driven to a portion of the paddock where it can be photographed without any offending fences showing in the background, and the ¨hunter¨ is driven into the paddock where he can practically walk right up to the somewhat tame elk and shoot it! I also went to a couple of county fairs, which were very farming oriented, complete with parades of high tech farm machinery and classic cars along side of sheep competitions. For now I've only posted a few photos from the North Island, but I will post more later when I can find a good computer to upload photos.

Walking through New Zealand's Kauri forest. These forests used to cover most of the North Island but are now confined to a couple protected areas.



The "King of the Forest". This tree is over 30 feet around.



Another huge Kauri, not as tall but about 45 feet around



Grandpa looking at Kauris



A bit of North Island beach



Forest opens on to Agricultural land

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Tim Studies Tai Chi

Back in December, after researching some martial arts schools, I decided I would like to come back to China ‘someday’ to study the ancient Chinese art of Tai Ji Quan. Most commonly known to westerners as Tai Chi, this is a soft, or internal, martial art as opposed to hard, or external, martial arts like Karate, Kung Fu, or Tae Kwan Do. Movements are very relaxed, balanced, and usually slow, with mental focus on controlling internal energy in the body. You may have seen videos of older Chinese people doing this slow graceful exercise together in the park.

Yarrow and I discussed it and she encouraged me to stay in China another 2 months to improve my Chinese and study Tai Chi. Rather than hope that someday I’ll have time to come back, I should take the opportunity now, when I don’t have other commitments. I was hesitant to stay here as we would be apart for more than 2 months, and I would not get a chance to see any of Southeast Asia or Yarrow’s family in New Zealand. I very much appreciated her support and willingness to give me more time in China, so I decided to stay.

In China there are two things that are hard to live without – a bicycle or motorbike and a mobile phone. My friend Anthony was leaving for Thailand and gave me his nice mountain bike to use. Without a bike, walking to town takes about 30 minutes. Everyone seems to have a mobile phone, which use GSM SIM cards that you load with money to make calls. If I didn’t have a phone, it would be difficult to have friends or plan anything. A mobile phone almost seems more of a necessity here than it did in the US. In many developing countries, getting a land line phone is difficult and expensive and mobile phones are used by most people. Even in backwards Uzbekistan, everyone seemed to have one.

I'm staying at Long Tou Shan Martial Arts School (http://www.longtoutaichi.com) in Shi Ban Qiao, a small village north of Yangshuo town in southern China’s Guanxi Zhuang province. The school's master is teaching overseas now, so all the instructors come from Master Fu's (http://www.masterfu.net) school close by. Master Fu Neng Bin in is one of the top students of Chen Zhenglei, himself one of the top Chen style Tai Chi masters and an 11th generation direct inheritor of the Chen family Tai Chi tradition. The instructors here were trained by Master Fu and have excellent tai chi fundamentals and teaching ability. Chen is the oldest style of Tai Chi, which also incorporates some fast movements into its forms.

Sunset over the roof of the school.


Instructor Lao Li with Scott, another American Student. Master Fu's school is in the background.

We train two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon, six days a week. Meals at the school are mostly vegetarian and very healthy. Usually it even tastes good! The village is fairly quiet with beautiful scenery. From the rooftop training area you can see over two dozen karst limestone mountains. The beautiful view and peaceful surroundings were the main reason I chose this school over the others in the area. I met a Chinese guy, Cai Lei, who is living in the village and studying English. Before he went home for Chinese New Year, we were spending an hour or two every day reading to each other in English and Chinese. Those sessions really improved my Chinese pronunciation and Cai Lei got to learn the meaning of Americanisms like ‘slacking off’ and ‘getting the ax’. I can now converse in Chinese at a pretty basic level, but I still know very little and don’t understand a lot of what people say.

Training on a beautiful day as Andy takes in some sun.

In eight weeks of intensive training I’ve learned what would have taken a year or more studying back in the states. I first learned a short Chen 18 form and I just finished the 74 movement Chen Lao Jia Yi Lu form. It takes almost 15 minutes to do that form from beginning to end and requires a lot of concentration to stay relaxed and to remember which move comes next. I have also been working on a Yang style Tai Chi traditional 32 step form with a private teacher about five hours a week. Learning the forms is just the first level of Tai Chi skill. It takes years of practice to be able to do the forms while moving the energy correctly inside the body. There’s also the more advanced exercise of Push Hands where you hone your Tai Chi skills with a partner, trying to push each other off balance. I’ve studied several other martial arts in the past and Tai Chi seems to demand more precise movements and is very challenging to perform correctly.

Instructor Jason (left) and Eyal practicing Push Hands.

Lao Li working with me on the Lao Jia Yi Lu form.

One thing that made the Tai Chi practice more difficult is that I chose to stay here at the same time as China was being devastated by the worst winter in the past 50 years. Three weeks of snowfall killed at least 60 people and cost the country approximately $7.5 billion. More than half a million homes were damaged or destroyed. On an icy stretch of highway in China’s Hunan province, more than 10,000 vehicles were backed up in a traffic jam that reached back nearly 50 miles. Many provinces faced power outages and shortages and trains, buses, planes, were all grounded. This all happened during the Chinese New Year, when 175 million people attempt to travel at the same time and 10’s of millions were stranded in bus and train stations and airports! While we are too far south to get snow, there was ice, steady rain, freezing rain and record low temperatures. There were frequent power outages sometimes lasting all day.

In southern China there is usually no heating inside buildings as it is rarely needed. Our school is no exception and temperatures were at or below freezing every day for 3 weeks. My room was rarely above 40 degrees Fahrenheit and sometimes colder. After a week I asked for an electric blanket and I finally broke down and bought an electric hot water bag. My hands developed a strange reaction to the cold humid weather and were often swollen and it was painful to make a fist. I even had a small area where the skin on my knuckle froze stiff! If you’re wondering how I’ll be able to live in Alaska, it won't be a problem because there we can go inside to get warm. This is definitely the coldest I've been for the longest period of time. It builds character but I’m so glad this week is warmer and we finally have some sun. I almost forgot was sunny weather was like. The upside was that there were never more than 3 students here at a time. Usually there was just one other student, so I got a lot of individual attention from the instructors.

Me, Lao Li and Scott on one of the few nice days this month.

Having practiced Tai Chi almost two months now, I notice improved posture, stronger legs, better flexibility, more relaxation, and people think I look years younger than I am. It must have something to do with the low stress lifestyle, exercise and healthy food. I plan to continue practicing on my own when I leave and hope to be able to come back here again someday. I’ve met a lot of neat people here and want to thank Andy and Gal for taking some photos for me to post on this blog. Living here has been an enjoyable experience that is coming too quickly to an end but I’m really looking forward to seeing Yarrow again and traveling South America with her.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Danger; Foreigner on Road!!

I flew from Bangkok to the North Island of New Zealand where someone was stupid enough to hand me the keys to a car! In a country where the roads are narrow, curving, and everyone drives on the wrong (left) side of the road! It's a good thing my grandfather is here to sit in the passenger seat and tell me...
"Yarrow, you're too far over. You are going to go in the ditch."
"Yarrow, you almost hit that car"
"Yarrow, you are on the WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!"
Or is that the right side of the road?