Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Best Traveled Spoon In The World

I have a spoon that I stole out of my dorm's dining hall in 2003.  As a permanent fixture in the catch-all pocket of my hiking backpack, it has been to England, Qatar, Nepal, India, China, Japan, Thailand, and Burma.  It's predecessor, which was stolen from me mere months after I stole it, traveled to Germany, South Africa, Namibia, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Mozambique, and Swaziland, before hitching a ride with someone else near the border of Angola.

This many years, miles, and flights later the spoon portion is a little flattened, as is the handle - so maybe it's a knife now.  In a pinch it could probably be a fork too.

My spnirke wants to travel again, so away we go.  I go where my cutlery tells me. Eastward, garçon.  Beasts in the East Begins.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Bye Bye Buc-ee's

A year ago today I left Texas.  Totally unintentionally I have been saving a special treat to mark this anniversary.  You know how bride's save the top tier of their wedding cake in the freezer to eat on their first wedding anniversary?  Like that, but for the first divorce anniversary.  Damn it's going to taste sweet, and not just because it's from Buc-ee's.

Not that I've ever been divorced, but I imagine that not all divorces wipe clean all the best memories.  What do I miss every day?

#1: Longhorn Masters
#2: Food
#2a: BBQ...Cooper's beans, Franklin's brisket, Black's hatch green chile sausage
#2b: Taco Deli's tacos
#2c: Torchy's breakfast tacos
#2d: Juan In A Million's Don Juan taco
#2e: guacamole, slightly spicy, in abundance
#2f: Freebird's burrito salads
#2g: Phil's Icehouse burgers
#2h: fresh, handmade corn torillas
#2i: those tortillas (preferably El Milagro) with literally anything in them...in others words, tacos
#2j: Buc-ee's
#3: Mel

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Doctor Who?

How many Rx's does it take to keep a privileged, white woman alive in eastern Africa for two months?

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Patient Zero

I had my travel nurse appointment this morning.  Now the CDC is on-scene to put me into quarantine because I "have" polio, typhoid, malaria, and yellow fever simultaneously.  When the zombie apocalypse starts, you'll know who to blame.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?

Like last summer, when this session of classes ends, I'm running for the hills.  Last summer the hills were in the west.  This summer the hills are in the east.  WAY east.  Like, a 13-hour flight to East Africa, east.

The bulk of my time will be spent in Tanzania and Kenya, hopefully with a hop of Madagascar, and definitely with lay-overs in both directions in the Addis Ababa (Ethiopia) airport that I am sure will be eye-opening.

I travelled internationally every summer from 1993 to 2004, but now it's been an equally long time since I backpacked like this.  The last time I travelled internationally without a bike, Youtube and Wikipedia didn't exist.  Facebook only existed on Ivy League campuses.  For music, I took a Discman - and while away, wrote a book by hand.

Interestingly, after vast technological advances, I still choose locations where technology struggles to penetrate reality.  I guess we'll test the download speed of the wifi in the Serengeti.

Tune in starting June 23 for #Beasts In The East Tour: Summer 2015.  

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Hello From My Death Bed, aka Stay Away From Dirty Water

Sorry for the post-post disappearance.  I did go to the wedding that I mentioned, but by the time I got there, I was so sick the entire experience was one long fever dream.  What I remember clearly had great views of downtown Boston.  I left with two pictures, only one of which I personally took, and no voice.

When United delivered me back to Indianapolis on Sunday night, after an extra hour stuck on a tarmac and a sprint through O'Hare, I was verging on delirious.  I drove the hour back to Bloomington like this to keep myself awake:

I basically collapsed and have been working to recover ever since.  Now I'm on antibiotics, and the fact that I can't remember the last time I was on antibiotics is a testament to how sick I was.  2010 I think, for a skin thing I got from bike shorts and dirty water?  And before that 2003 probably, for a skin thing I got in India from dirty water.  Ironically, this instance was probably also due to dirty water: I shared a lane with a kid that I learned two days later had had a sore throat, by which time I had a sore throat.  So began the death spiral.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Since I'm Dressed For The Occasion...

The associated wedding is this weekend in Boston.  I'm very excited for pretty much all of it: seeing old friends, nice parties, crashing Friday classes at the ol' alma mater, Darwin's in Cambridge and Mike's in the North End, running along the Charles (which is how I trained for my first two marathons), and dressing up and actually doing my hair (as below).

I'm usually not one for selfies, but seriously, this might be the best I've looked since I arrived on campus last June.  I had to capture the moment for posterity and for sobbing quietly to myself in a few years.

To those who secretly want me to grow my hair out: Sorry, there is definitely not more of it.
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