Fiji Pics

Pics:

Tom - Main man and boat wreckerThe Whole Family oustide Tom's house

Kadavu Island
Ferry we rode to Kadavu
Nate and me tossin the coconut

Bah, me, Tom, Ryan, Chief Iokimi, random dude @ Cesar's Palace
Checkin out the jump!
Goin for it Baby!!!! Landed much further out than it looks
Beautiful Day...

The Shit Travelers Deal With!!!!

So this is a small taste of an essay I'm writing, a good bit of which is complete in my head but I'm waiting on Asia to finish it. You'll figure out why that is once you realize what I'm writing about. I will ask that no one take it or any kind of crap like that because I may potentially try to get this published by the end of it. It has the makings to be a funny good little read and it's all on point, 100% true. So here goes.... the introductory to my essay, Enjoy!!!!

The Shit Traveler's Deal With

When one uproots themselves from home and begins the tenacious life of a traveler they unknowingly give up one of the more comforting, serene, and habitual moments of our daily lives as human beings. By this I most certainly mean taking a shit or dropping the proverbial deuce in the comfort of a clean and familiar bathroom; preferably one's home.

When we take a shit in a place we find so comforting as our home, so familiar as our schools or our offices, or even as relatively familiar as somewhere in our own town there is a certain sense of security, of permissability, and even somewhat of cleanliness. However, contrary to these comforts of the mind, the shit of a traveler causes all sorts of demented questions and feelings to be raised.

The first obvious question a traveler asks themselves is "Where can I go?" The answer to this initial question profoundly determines the line of questioning that follows.......

Sweet As!!!! New Zealand

So New Zealand has cranked up and gotten into full swing since the last submission. Forgive me for the delay, no real good excuses other than I've been chillen out. Lots of cool shit has occurred and many beautiful landscapes have been seen. The van fiasco ended up pretty well. It costed us only $150 and we were set. She's been running great ever since.

Thus far we've walked through Kaori tree forests with the trees being over 1200 years old and 16 meters wide. Long ago when the British Crown handed out all the land of New Zealand everyone who was handed a piece of land immediately cleared it all out for farming, logging $, etc. Native New Zealand had beautiful, thick forests with massive Kaori trees. Everyone cut their forests down, while one man left his the way it was. This forest can still be seen today and we took an hour or so stroll through the 11 hect-acre plot. Not far up the road from this plot is where the 2nd and 7th largest Kaori trees in the world exist. This one is the 2nd largest: 16.9 meters across the base (around 55ft.)

Couple days later we walked a cave with a stream running through it and glowworms hanging from the cavern ceiling. We were the only 3 people there and walked about 1/2 mile off the road to get to Ivy Cave. We probably went ~100 meters into it and spent a lot of time with the lights off in order to see the glowworms. They were spectacular. It seemed as though there were thousands of little pinholes in the ceiling allowing light to penetrate the unbothered darkness. Thousands of them were there..... it reminded me of something out of Fraggle Rock for all you old skool kids. We happened into a cavern that was obviously where everybody decided to make their mark. People had been etching their names in the wall for over a century! The oldest dated signing that we saw was from 1882. Of course we made our additions to the place and headed back out to daylight.



The next eventful action that took place was one which could've been bad but worked out pretty well. We headed down to Lake Taupo which is in the middle of the North Island and to Turangi, a town directly south of the lake that is considered the Rainbow Trout Capital of the World. We were there because Tongariro National Park was close by and this was the place to get all the details worked out to be able to do the Tongariro Crossing, New Zealand's most beautiful 1 day walk. When we got to the information center it became painfully obvious that the weather would be shit for the next few days and that the only possible time to do the Crossing would be on Friday or Saturday. Considering it was Monday we had a few days to kill so we looked up a National Forest that wasn't too terribly far away and decided to hike it for a few days. We got all of our stuff together, got groceries and headed out. We drove to the place where we turned from the Highway onto the dotted line that this road was in the Atlas. The dotted line was a rutted out logging road that barely qualified as a road that our poor van was capable of having a go at. We took off down the dirt road and drove for 20km or so before the night sky fell upon us. Once it got dark we took a wrong turn or two or maybe even three due to the fact that we missed a small wooden sign pointing the way. We were 30km off of the highway and during our fiasco had managed to get extremely low on gas. So low in fact that we weren't sure we could even make back the 30 km to the highway, much less the additional 30 km to the nearest gas station. We finally found the sign, took the turn and parked the car to wait until daylight.

When we woke up low and behold we had stopped and parked almost directly in front of the trail head we were searching for. We might have been out of gas but we had plenty of food and water. We had a couple options: walk to Minginui which was a town up north about 35-40 km through the Forest to get gas and hike it back or try to get the van as close to the highway as possible and run it dry before hitch-hiking somewhere to get the gas. We decided to hike a day and see what was going on in the Forest as there was a serviced DOC hut 6 km in. We got to the DOC Hut and of course there was no one there so we had to make a decision. We decided that we would stop there for the day and wake up early and head to Minginui. We found a 6.5 liter water jug and planned on getting the gas in it.

8:30 am the next morning we got up fixed breakfast and then Ryan and I headed up the trail at 10 am while Nate went back to man the car in case someone happened to show up at the trail head. Ryan and I were carrying 40 lb. packs (roughly) and hiked 8 km to a camp site, set up camp, fixed lunch and then left our packs there and took day packs with water, food, and some first aid stuff. We were back on the trail by 12:30ish. We then busted ass up and down hills over and through the mud and got the remaining 9 km done to reach the end of the trail head by 2:50 pm. We then walked another 7 km down a gravel road into the town of Minginui, picking up a ride from a 4-wheeler for the last 1 km. It was 4 ish and we had walked ~23 km and our feet were tired. The first person we saw was a guy named Willie. This was awesome due to the fact that I've never met a guy named Willie who wasn't a chill and genuinely good person. There were no gas stations in Minginui and after looking for gas at people's houses Willie drove Ryan and I to the nearest gas station another 25 km away. We got to the gas station and had to borrow a red gas canister as our water jug was clear and wasn't legal for gas storage. We got 8 liters of gas and got back to Willie's and put it in the water jug and an old ass milk jug Willie gave us. He was even nice enough to donate the pretty nasty yellow cream that had been forming for the last 5 months.

The mission had been accomplished, we'd gotten gas, now we had to lug it all the back to the van. Willie dropped us off at the trail head and we headed back into the forest to our camp 9 km away. We made it back to the camp around 7 pm with enough time to fix dinner before nightfall. We had just walked ~31 km (about 19 miles) in 9 hours (about 5-6 hrs walking time). Our feet were dog tired but we were happy to have gas. We slept in the next morning and walked the remaining 18 km back out to the car with our ~40 lbs. packs plus the gas. I was lucky enough to have a lot space in my pack so I got to hike the 6.5 litres of gas out that day.

Over 2 days Ryan and I had hiked 30 miles and 36 miles over 3 days including the first days hike. We got the gas in the van and successfully made it to the gas station, of course not without stopping at the first bar we saw and drinking a well deserved beer.

We managed to get out of that in time to get back to Turangi and get everything squared away with doing the Tongariro Crossing the next day. Sure enough, morning came and it had snowed a shit ton that night and the X-ing was too rough without serious alpine equipment and experience. We were taken to the southern half of the Tongariro loop and hiked about 19 km throughout the day walking through plains with a Volcano on either side of us. The plains had a small amount of melting snow but none that you could see anywhere but below your feet. The volcanoes however were covered with snow. It was pretty f'n amazing. We walked through the Plains of Gorgorath and hiked up to the edge of Mt. DOOOOM!!! (Lord of the Rings). Got some great pictures and enjoyed a beautiful day. My feet were really damn tired afterwards though considering we only enjoyed a one day break between the gas fiasco and Tongariro.

This is me peeing with Mt. Ruapehu in the background. Mt. DOOOM is right behind Ryan who took the picture. Nate and Ryan jumping over the mountains in kick-ass Guitar poses. And the top pic is of MT. DOOOOM!!! taken from a good bit away... the ridge to the lower left of the Mt. is where these two normal looking pics were taken.


















We spent a day at an awesome beach and watched another beautful sunset. The wind was blowing pretty damn terribly which made it a bit chilly. The cool thing was that the wind was blowing a mist, consisting of nothing but sand, over the top of the beach only about 1 ft. high. It created the coolest looking effect I can remember seeing in quite some time. The pictures don't do it justice but it was amazing. The beach was probably 300 yards from the ocean to the end of the sand with lots of tree stumps and other gnarly wooden fragments in it. This is what the "mist" was blowing over. Add on the golden sun in the background and it was magical.
















We spent a couple days in Wellington, which is quite the blustery place. Winds there were pretty ridiculous, sometimes gusting upwards of 120 kmh. Cool place nonetheless. We went about 5-10 km south of the city to a point that supposedly had a seal "colony." We saw about 6 seals which was cool but was a bit of a dissapointment. We enjoyed another beautiful sunset there and stayed the night in the parking lot/gravel area. We had quite the interesting night with seven 15-16 year old little stoner kids.
















The night in hindsight doesn't surprise me as it's right up our alley considering how random and awesome it was. These unforgettable types of things always tend to happen to us when we travel and meet people. These crazy kids desperately wanted to hotbox the van, which we let them do, and then they proceeded to take us to the abandoned building we were parked beside. I'd picked up on them saying something to the effect of them trashing the building earlier but didn't really know what they were doing in there. When we walked in it was absolutely crazy. It was a war-zone replica. These kids were absolutely beating the shit out of this building. It eerily reminded me of the guys from Clockwork Orange at how they seemed to be on a mission to inflict as much damage as possible. They were going at it with fists, feet, wood, steel and anything else they could muster that would bring about destruction. Seeing as how I (we) completely disapproved of what the little bastards were doing we didn't really do anything but walk around and watch in disbelief. At that point my senses came to me and I realized that if the cops showed up it wouldn't even matter if I had done anything or not, I'd be screwed anyway. At that point I picked up a steel pole about 8' long and took out a stairway bannister. In hind sight this was really immature and stupid, didn't set a good example, and illegal nonetheless. We got the hell out of there pretty quickly and told the crazy ass kids to leave us alone and that they were gonna get themselves in trouble if they kept up with their antics. Nonetheless, it was a fun, random, and crazy night that will stay with me for quite some time.

A couple of days after that night we left Wellington and headed to Martinborough where we were put in touch with the owners of Murdoch James Estate, a vineyard here in the popular wine town. Many of the vineyards in New Zealand are here in Martinborough. We've been here for a week now and will be leaving tomorrow. It's been a great experience and we've been blessed with wonderful hosts. We've worked for 4 days pruning the bottom halves of the grape vines. "Bud Rubbing" as it's called. It's not hard and we've had great weather so it's been fun. It's been a nice, relaxing break from the travel and I'll definitely miss the vineyard. The wine here is great and the people and atmosphere are even better.

We have to go to a nearby town tomorrow morning as American Bob has a court date for his incident that occurred the other night. Sparing the details, he spent the night in jail for driving when he wasn't supposed to be. Will be heading towards Wellington afterwards.

Hope everyone at home is doing well... I think of you and pray for you all often. Love life and live it up!!!!

New Zealand

So we've been in New Zealand for 2 weeks and not much has gone on. We spent 12 days in Auckland looking for a van and hanging out in the city. We've been doing pretty well on not spending money but nonetheless this is a crazy expensive place. Beer at the grocery store is usually around $20 for 12. At the very cheapest you still pay $1 a beer, so we haven't been getting too crazy. It's a beautiful place and the most green I've ever seen. We visited a beach two days ago to watch the sun go down and were the only people on the black sand beach. No structures or artificial anything anywhere in sight. Only us 3 guys, big sand dunes, and a roaring Tasman Sea. Quite a surreal moment!

So we've secured a vehicle and it's a pretty awesome van. It looks like a pretty big P.O.S. but it's big enough for all of us to sleep in comfortably which will dramatically cut down on accomodation costs. We've gotten a stove to cook on and have been cooking our own meals so we're being quite efficient as we speak. We're getting some work done on the van now and will get rolling towards the south when we can hit the road. The van's got some pretty kick ass spray-painted golden fish and starfish on the side with brush guards on the front and back. It's pretty damn sweet I must say.

We still can't upload pics but are working on that every computer we get to. We'll probably have to use a personal computer before we can get em on.

Cheers Everyone!!! Miss you all!!!

Bula!!!! Kadavu Island

Ryan and I have just returned to Suva from a week on Kadavu Island located off the southern coast of the main island of Veti Levu. If all the people around around the world were as genuinely good, hospitable, and respectful of God as they are in Kadavu there would be nothing at all to worry about.

Going back a week ago, we left Lautoka on Tuesday morning and took a taxi about 220 km to Suva, the capital city of Fiji, for $15 Fijian each (about $10 US). The drive took about 4 hours and was pretty stinkin' interesting as there were a few times when Ryan and I looked at each other wondering what in the hell the driver was thinking as he passed all the cars. When we got to Suva around 1 or 2pm we locked up and dropped our bags off on the ferry and went into the city to exchange some money and have a look around.

After walking around for an hour or so and eating some Kentucky Fried Chicken, which was damn good I might add, I noticed a bar we were standing beside and the fact that it had the cheapest beer we'd seen. Random Note: Fiji Bitter is pretty stinkin' awesome. When we walked in we were greeted by the stereotypical sketchy guy trying to sell us drugs who turned out to be a pool shark. After we bypassed him and ordered a Jug of beer (about 2 beers a piece) the bar tender asked us where we were from, where we were going, etc. When we told him we were going to Kadavu he told a man with no teeth and he came running over with a huge smile and a good gaggle for a laugh. We had now met Chief Iokimi of Waisomo Village on Ono Island... he was going on our ferry. Turned out to be a wonderful person. Not a few minutes later a mother (45ish) and son (25) came over to join us. Vah, the mother, and Poni, the son, were from Kadavu and were also going on the ferry with us. After talking for a short bit we found out that they actually knew Dillon, our friend from NCSU on Kadavu Island. Wierd that being in a city in Fiji of 300,000 people we met two people that knew our American friend on a different island. Needless to say, we all sat talked, and got pretty drunk.

The Fijians wouldn't let us pay for a thing. One jug after another kept ending up on our table. After we drank for quite some time Vah and Poni invited us to their family's house, the Cakacaka's in Suva for a bite to eat before we left on the boat. When we walked in the family was circled around the living room and beginning to pray. We quietly sat down and listened to what was the most beautiful prayer I can remember hearing (it was in English). They prayed for life, for their communities, for Ryan and I and for safe travels, for everyone in Iraq (all Fijians pray for both the US and the native peoples in Iraq), for understanding, for guidance, for health, happiness, family and friends, as well as other things. The prayer was probably 8-10 minutes long and was an amazing thing to experience. Afterward, we ate a dinner that was pretty awesome and talked with Sophie, the 22 yr old daughter that was home visiting. She had just won the Ms. Hibiscus title and another pageant at the Hibiscus Festival in Suva earlier. She's a beautiful Indian girl, very intelligent, and nice. Her face is on a couple billboards throughout the city of Suva. Kind of a random occurrance to meet her. As usual, we pushed our time as closely as possible and had to hurry out of the Cakacaka's and get to the ferry quickly. We were occompanied by Vah and Poni and our other friend, Chief Iokimi on the ferry named the Sinu-i-Wasa as we headed to Kadavu Island.

Ryan and I spent 1 week on the island; 3 nights in the village of Vacalea (pronounced Vathalaya) and 4 nights camping. When approaching the island on the ferry and able to grasp a larger vision of the island it reminded me of King Kong or the opening to Jurassic Park. It's amazingly green and, as most volcanic islands are, hilly. There are no roads on the island, only boat transportation and gas is $12 a gallon.... so it's expensive to travel. The family that kept us in the village took great care of us and treated us as family, I made sure to give them your thanks. They have very quickly become people I consider family as I could count on them for anything if ever needed. There is no power on the island, only generators that are far and few between.

The island is populated by many small villages, about 15,000 people at any given time although it fluctuates. Vacalea has around 100 residents and is a pretty good size village; the largest on the island has around 250 people. The villages still have chiefs and you are not allowed to wear hats, sunglasses, or anything else on your head or back (unless very heavy) while in the village. When entering a house you must take off shoes before entering and you must go in and sit down on the floor indian-style as it is rude to just stand around in the house. When you eat you sit (always indian-style unless you have bad knees) and the table consists of a sheet layed on the floor which is always covered by embres (straw mats woven by the women of the village). You eat everything with your hands with a spoon coming out every now and then and drink hot tea with pretty much every meal.

The food is amazing: Kasava (potato-like), Terro (hard grey potato-like), Dao (peas), lots of Rice, spinach-like leaves, lots of Fish (snapper, parrot fish, rockfish, etc.), Budi (really fat banana) served warm with sugar (brown) and milk (powdered but very good) - called Fijian ice-cream... very good, lots of Noodles (like Ramen), breakfast crackers with butter or jam, and in the occurance of a funeral or wedding a cow will be butchered and eaten (funeral on day before we left.... had curried stew-beef type food over rice... AWESOME). I'm sure there's more food but they farm everything and don't pay for food other than the noodles, sugar, and milk. Everything is super healthy and filling with no shortage of food but I managed to stay hungry a lot of the time probably because It was so good and I always was ready for meal-time.

A few words I've picked up: Vinaka - Thank You Bula - Hello
Bula Vinaka - best greeting possible, like "Life is Good"
Maleka - Nice Kana - Eat Naka Na Kana - Thank you for the Food
Naka Na Ti - Thank you for the Breakfast Bure - Traditional Grass Hut
Chilo - Excuse Me Boom-Boom - GrandMa Eo - Yes
Sah - Go or Shew (for the cats, dogs, and chickens) Tobai - Crab
Uh-Huh & Uh-uh - No & Yes - (backwards from America)
Moce (Mothe) - GoodBye

Most of the a's are pronounce as a light "an" and the o's have an "om" sound

I can count from 1 to 10 but can't spell all the numbers: 1 - Dua, 2 - Rua, 3 - Toro, 4 - Vah, 5 - Lima, 6 - Ono, 7 - Vitu, 8 - Wauru, 9 - Tilu??, 10 - Tiene

On the way from Kavala Bay to Vacalea, from the wharf to the village, Tom (our host and most awesome dude ever) picked us up and as we had just left Daga, where we dropped off an elder and supplies, Tom was looking at Ryan and me as we were picking up spilled butter from the rough seas. Side note: Have to get supplies shipped in on the Ferry for the village and Tom picks them up (sugar, milk, noodles, butter, etc.). As Tom was looking down at us, not paying any attention we heard Rafi in the front holler. I look around and as my perrefrial vision caught the trees, BOOOOM!!! We had plowed into the mangrove trees on the side of the bay at full speed. It was the best wreck I've ever been in. We very quickly found out that no one had been hurt, not even the boat. Rafi had ducked under and sat down in the boat, lots of butter broke my fall, lots of boxes broke Ryan's fall, and Tom somehow managed to hang on to something. I had butter smeared all over my back. We cracked up about that all week. It's something that I'll never forget.

One afternoon Ryan and I kayaked to the next bay over to do some snorkeling. We snorkeled a reef face that was pretty awesome. The coral had a lot of purples, browns, and blues, with a little orange; the marine-life could've been better but there were plenty of colorful smaller fish. The thing that was so cool was the actual reef face. The reef went from 5 ft of water down to 25 ft. and more (depending on the place) instantly. A huge face that went from reef and fish to never-ending aqua-vertigo blue in an instant. Look to the right and you see the reef, look to the left and you see a vast amount of nothing but water. The starfish are purple with a few red ones and the parrot fish look the same all around the world. There are a few sea-horses hanging around the grassy areas.

We hiked to a waterfall one day, led by a local guy from the settlement of Daga named Ben, where there was a deep pool at the bottom (at least 25 ft.) so we were able to swim and jump from the rocks. A couple good pics of us jumping. Ryan did a HUGE belly-flop!!! Pretty spectacular that was.... got a good picture of the red belly that ensued. Random note: That was the first bath I had in a few days as we were camping at that point. It was nice to get the salt off and feel half-way clean.

We went to a Kava Party in Kadavu Koro, a village of about 250 on Friday night. It was an amazing time. The Kava root has been ground into a powder and drank with water for as long as the people have been here. The Kava in Kadavu is the best and strongest in Fiji. Ryan and I sat on both sides of the Chief of Koro, Sammy, during the drinking. The drink is a narcotic and does numb the body and not necessarily the mind but it does impede your speech a bit. There's definitely a high but it's nothing bad, not even as crazy as alcohol. It was a wierd high but I must say that what I enjoyed most was the culture and the traditional things that took place. For example, when drinking you clap once before you drink and three times after for respect. We also throroughly enjoyed the conversation we shared with Sammy. The men and some women sit around drinking the Kava from a half of a coconut all night long. Bowl-after-bowl gets drunk with everyone taking one bowl then a pause for 10-15 minutes before the next. It's a cool tradition and very social but it does do a good bit of damage to your stomach if you're not used to it. My stomach's just now getting over the Kava from two nights ago. Nevertheless, it was an amazing experience that we were lucky enough to take part in with such wonderful people.

More than anything we did a lot of chilling out... lots of "Fiji Time" as the locals have taught me to say. No worries, No hurries, just chillen. I realized that I've been on Fiji time my whole life, just didn't know it. If someone says they'll be there at 4 they'll show up at 6 (actually happened).... and when that happens it's totally cool because you haven't got anything better to do than sit back, enjoy life and watch the time pass.

I would encourage everyone to set aside a chunk of time this week to dedicate towards "Fiji Time." It does the soul good!

We'll be flying to New Zealand on Sunday and will give another update soon afterwards.

*Pics will come when we can get to a reasonably fast computer... hopefully within a few days.

Bula!!! LA & Lautoka

So far everythings been awesome. While in LA we went up to a beach in Malibu for the day which was cool. So was the water, it was cold as hell. The waves were much bigger and more powerful and make you toss you around very easily. The city was much cleaner than I expected. Overall I was very impressed, wish I could've spent a few more days there.

So we made it safely to Fiji, arriving yesterday September 8th (Saturday) at 5am which was Friday, September 7th at 12:30pm for you guys. The people here are all so incredibly nice and welcoming. We flew into Nadi and drove about 30km to where we are now. We are in the town of Lautoka on the western coast of Viti Levu island. There is always a very nice breeze and the temp stays around 80 degrees. We're staying in a dorm style hotel room w/about 12 beds but we're the only occupants. It's got it's own bathroom/shower and it's even got AC. It's about $11-12 a night (US).

Yesterday as we were walking down the street a Fijian about 25 yrs old named Pana stopped us to chat and find out what we were up to. After talking for a couple minutes we invited us into the store where he was working and introduced us to the store owner (an accountant) and about 5 or 6 other very nice fellows. Not too long after we began talking they brought out some Kava, a native drink that resembles muddy water. It is somewhat like alcohol but it makes you hallucinate if you drink it all day and night. We sat and talked and drank with the group for probably an hour and a half. While the Kava didn't make me hallucinate or anything close to even getting drunk it did numb my tongue and the inside of my mouth a bit. I've heard that the Kava in the more rural areas is much more potent. Yesterday evening we met four young Fijians (13, 16, 20, and 21 yrs all with a very uplifting and happy vibe) and hung out with them first at a local bar and then out by the ocean.

So far I've seen maybe 5 white faces since we left the airport, so we stick out a good bit, especially considering we are not in a tourist area. The kids we were with last night told us that Americans/Europeans hardly ever come through Lautoka, especially ones that are our age. We might be three of a very small number of Americans that they will ever get to see and hang out with.

I'm excited about going to church in a couple hours. There is a Methodist church having a service at 5pm that I'm going to. Not sure if they'll be speaking English or Fijian but God will be there none the less and the lady I talked to is excited for me to come. I'm gonna try to get Ryan and Nate to go with me but if not I'll go solo.

The internet cafe I'm at is only 1$ Fiji money so about 60 cents an hour. The food so far is good, I had a huge plate of some kind of chicken stir fry and rice at 7am for about $1.50 in US money. Exchange rate at the airport in Nadi was 63 cents to the dollar, much better than the 78 cents to the dollar at LAX. Our ride from the airport was with a nice guy named Peter who drove us about 30km for $15 Fijian.

Fiji's land is beautiful and the air is clean but the roads and towns are somewhat dirty. Once we get out of the town and into the rural islands I'll have a better idea of the paradise we've always heard about. They have a huge market where everyone brings there fruits and vegitables to sell. It's pretty sweet and is full of many different smells, most of which are good.

Fijian words so far:

Bula!!! - Hello/Welcome
Vinaka - Thank You
Sevusevu - Greeting to the village chief asking permission to stay or hike, etc.
Warunaka (spelling?) - Beautiful

Tomorrow Ryan and I will be traveling to Suva, the capital city, where we'll board a boat at a midnight and travel south throughout the night to Kadavu, an island where we have a friend from NCSU that will host us for a week or so. Where we are going in Kadavu is a small village with one telephone so no internet. I'll be sure to update again in about a week and a half.

I'm looking forward to this adventure we are kicking off, I'll certainly come home with a little different mindset than I left with.

new world order

ATTENTION!!!! ATENCION!!!! Beginning September 4th there will be a New World Order or maybe just a New Order to my World. I will be traveling the world for seven months visiting some of the most beautiful and furthermore, isolated regions of the world. Fiji, New Zealand, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, India, Qatar, Great Britain, and possibly Holland are the destinations currently enveloping my imagination. You will be gaining a first person perspective of the Visionz to be had of a Global world through the eyes of a fortunate 23 year old. Prepare to hear of tales that will broaden your horizons and imaginations of the Global Visionz that exist beyond our own comfort zones!