I Hate Running!

Let me repeat, I HATE RUNNING! Now that that is enforced, unfortunately I am at its mercy while I travel the world. It’s the only exercise that you can do really in any climate and that is free. Aside from the shoes you wear down and the toll it takes on your body. And, of course, it makes you have to clean your clothes more often, as you bathe. A luxury only those who backpack or camp for extended periods of time can truly understand. Cleaning your underwear, shorts, socks and shirts while you shower is a necessity just make sure you will have time for them to dry.

Most of my 18 months traveling the world will be in my designated choice of country(s) ‘low season’ where the weather will be cool and likely wet. Sometimes downright cold. But on a day like today here in Malaga, where I’m blessed with a spring day bathed in bright sunshine that showers down 25°C temps and only a slight breeze, I took to the streets, happily, to shed some of my past couple weeks of bad diet and myriad bottles of wine. Not to mention too many now empty glasses of beer.

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The Shame Must Be Shed

I must come clean!

 

Something that I promised myself I wouldn’t do while on this long journey I violated. En mi camino al estudio en mi clase de español a finales de la semana pasada, tuve que parar y conseguir algo de comer. Yo no había comido desde el desayuno y estaba hambriento. Translated to English, I was on my way to Spanish class, was starving and needed to eat. Having very little time, I had to get something quick to eat. I broke down. In an extreme moment of weakness, I saw the symbol. Read more

“I’ll Ride The Wave, Where It Takes Me”

“He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee. A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw. Delivered him wings, “Hey, look at me now”
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh
He’s.. flying”

I sit alone, recalling, resting. Rejuvenated. Halfway through my second day of surfing in Arrifana, Portugal, I am nestled upon large gray rocks staring out at waves breaking on a 500M stretch of beach that rests perfectly beneath surrounding cliffs rising effortlessly into the heavens. The rocks upon which I sit give way to golden sand beckoning my presence to come frolic in the serenity of the tides that kiss gently its million years journey to this very spot. Soaking up the sun’s rays, I feel enlightened by nature encircling me as the breaking waves call out as they did yesterday as I first approached her kingdom. It’s request, “Come in and leave a bit of your legacy with us to share with shores around the world because like yours, our currents journey doesn’t end here. It carries on through every sunset and sees its way onward until the moon waves its goodbye to the new days light. Come join us for an exhilarating soulful awakening that will be shared by all who enter our purifying water. Your legacy will be bountiful to many.”

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Geysirs, Waterfalls, Spills and Hot Springs! And More Hot Dogs.

Day 4 –

At this point, we had not only figured out the generator and how to maximize its full use but we had also concluded that there was no reason to wake ‘early’ since you couldn’t see anything. My alarm went off around 08:30 and lo and behold it was dimly lit out. And sure enough, in front of us, about 500 meters was the impressive Mr. Skogafoss. As day broke we went for it. Climbing its 500 stairs in one go, not stopping for any rest, we were short of breath at the top. Taking in its sheer awesomeness we relished in its power and beauty. Looking out over the ocean it looked as if the clouds would break and the sun would make an appearance. Read more

Glaciers, Freezing Rain and Hot Dogs

Day 3 –

Awaking comfortably with the heat from the generator still warming our CV, the weather looked ominous as we made our way to Vestahorn. This was a recommendation of Guido and Tom who had taken a marvelous picture of it on the morning that we met them. We drove up to the building at the entrance to the park that had a cafe. It was about 8 AM so they were still closed. However, more importantly in a cabin off to the side of the main building was a bathroom. And a shower! It had been three days since I had showered so I made quick use of the very hot waters that flowed from the shower head. Sadly, Anthony didn’t shower. Even more sad was that we weren’t greeted with the same spectacular skies Tom and Guido had just a day earlier. Read more

Dying On My Birthday?

Day 2

Around 6 am we awoke half frozen as our generator had quit around 04:30. I started the CV and let it run on diesel providing us the heat we desperately needed for another 3 hours. What I would learn on this trip is that Anthony wouldn’t get out of the comfort and warmth of the Coleman sleeping bag unless he absolutely had to climb out. Daylight broke around 09:30 and we escaped the comfort of the warmth to take some pics, potty au naturale and brush our teeth. It was only a short trip up the road to our next stop, the Myvatn Geysirs and hot springs. The putrid scent of ‘smelly farts’ permeated the frigid air causing Anthony to nearly throw up. I was fine. I grew up with the smell of sulfur coming through our pipes from our well water in Nashville, TN.

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Northern Lights, Horses and Cold!

Day one began harmlessly enough. It was still pitch black outside at nine-thirty when we set out to walk to the van rental place.  Oh, I forgot to mention it was freaking cold! After a few wrong turns we came across a host of Asian fisherman each frantically inhaling pack of cigarettes before their next shift begins, they offered no help to two lost white gents with a smartphone acting as our unfolded map. Arriving about a half hour after we left the hostel, not yet frozen but close, we were about to immerse ourselves into this playground for the senses by renting a Camper Van from Rent.is. Having someone to be my copilot and take some of the burden of driving would be very helpful on these sometimes treacherous roads. The buddy who was brave enough to make this journey with me was an adventurous soul himself.

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