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Sol de Mañana geothermal fields,
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Table of Destinations
Volume 4
Transfăgărășan Highway, Romania
Acknowledgements
Son Doong Cave, Quang Binh, VN
always moving Foreward
Road of a Thousand Kasbahs,
Morocco
Kuala Lumpur - part 1
Our Lessons
A familiar ping awakens me from a deep-but-brief slumber, and the rushing sound of a jet engine comes back into my consciousness. “Please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position, as we prepare for landing,” sounded the overhead announcement.
Some say sleep brings dreams of flying. For me, after ten months and 30 countries, my dreams these days were more ‘grounded’: at that moment, my mind had brought me to the comfort of my own bed—fully stretched out on my favorite memory foam mattress, covered under my cozy weighted blanket. I groggily commented to Eric that my face felt wet, and I had drooled all over my pillow... only for Eric to point out that it was actually his shoulder I had drooled on. “Wake up and look out the window, sleepy head. You can see KL below us,” he said.
It was a striking contrast to our eyes: Having just departed Cambodia's land of ancient temples, we were now soaring over Malaysia's sprawling capital of towering skyscrapers. Kuala Lumpur, a gleaming, cosmopolitan city, is so bustling that it has been called the "New York of Southeast Asia." Like NYC, its shorthand abbreviation, "KL," seems to be just as widely known around the world. At night, the KL city skyline sparkles as brightly as its Western counterpart—yet another “city that never sleeps." Similar to NYC and Bangkok, breathtaking views of this modern city are easily accessible from its many rooftop restaurants and bars (drink prices at the classiest bars, like Vertigo Sky Lounge, certainly rival Western prices). On the way up to an elevated park, we fell in love with a serene, curving staircase that illuminates in synchrony with calming classical piano music.
Even from the ground level, downtown KL is radiant. There is even an area known as mini “Times Square,” which is small but does somewhat resemble the one in NYC. Like any big city, it is easy to travel around using rideshare apps such as Grab, which is even more integrated than Uber, as both private cars and officially licensed taxis use this same app to acquire passengers.
Kuala Lumpur - part 2
Our Lessons
A unique lesson learned on our first day in Malaysia: not all adjectives are created equal. For instance, Malay ≠ Malayan ≠ Malaysian!
Malay is a term to describe a person of the original native ethnic group that lived in Malaysia (similar to “Native Americans”).
Malayan, meanwhile, is a geographic term for anyone who now lives on the Malay Peninsula, regardless of heritage. To further confuse things, the Malay Peninsula is actually divided between the nations of Thailand and Malaysia; so a citizen living in the Thai part of the Malay Peninsula is Thai by nationality, but Malayan by geography.
Malaysian, finally, refers to anyone who is a citizen of the modern country of Malaysia, regardless of ethnic group. The country of Malaysia’s borders include half the land that makes up the Malay peninsula (the non-Thailand part) and half of the land that makes up the Borneo subcontinent (the non-Indonesian/Brunei part).
These specific distinctions took us a while to process... but it took no more than a second for us to become obsessed with the view of those two iconic Petronas Towers. With a sprawling park, dancing fountains, and a huge mall, the Kuala Lumpur City Center was a great first stop on our quest to explore this amazing country.
Kuala Lumpur - part 3
Our Lessons
Like bustling Bangkok, the malls in KL are grand, with endless sights and sounds—and most notably, an endless selection of delicious food. Indeed, more than any other city we’ve seen, KL’s malls all seem to be packed with multiple levels of high-quality but affordable food courts, restaurants, cafes, and dessert shops. We suppose some people do actually come to these malls to shop, but many locals simply go for the food—far different from the U.S., in which we can’t remember a time we went to the mall with the primary goal of eating. Our personal favorite: KL’s beautiful Pavilion Mall—where we lost track of time to the point that we spent the entire day indoors: eating, wandering, watching the new Dr. Strange movie in its grand multiplex theater, and then eating again!
KL is a “melting pot” of Asia: people's skin shades vary from black to uncomfortably white (seriously, it was difficult to find common skin products that did not contain some sort of "whitening" ingredient. For example, Eric failed to find a deodorant that did not advertise its positive whitening effects... on one's armpits?). Within this one city, cultures seem to be a mix of Far Eastern/Buddhist, South Asian/Hindu, and North African/Islamic. We were here during the Islamic celebration of Eid at the end of Ramadan, and the festive atmosphere could be felt all over the city.
Kuala Lumpur - part 4
Our Lessons
Because of its diverse cultures, there is a huge variety of smells and tastes in every street corner—a true happy place for street food enthusiasts like me! I loved the coconut-rice base of the traditional Malaysian nasi lemak platter; while Eric enjoyed the savory flavors of beef rendang. For a short while, we even became connoisseurs of pandan-flavored food: this leafy-vanilla taste is offered as a flavor option in just about everything here: pandan ice cream, pandan mochi, pandan bread, pandan rice, pandan chicken, etc!
We should also definitely bring the idea of a “32-cm ice cream cone” back to the States. Its watery-but-thick consistency helps it to pack tightly like a snowball as it gets dispensed from the machine, forming a tall ice cream tower before our eyes (actually, it tasted remarkably similar to the Polish Water Ice treats down at the New Jersey Shore… which apparently remains a protected small-family recipe!).
Kuala Lumpur - part 5
Our Lessons
As it turns out, British-style "afternoon tea" is cheaper and better in Malaysia. For less than half the price of basic “tea for two” in London, at the KL Grand Hyatt, we reserved a seat with a top-floor view, directly overlooking the Petronas Towers. This very classy restaurant had exceptional service, with 3 large tiers of artfully presented sweets and savory treats.
Distracted by our full bellies and the royal treatment we had just received, we accidentally got off on the wrong floor on the way out and found ourselves pleasantly surprised at the hotel’s picturesque pool deck, which included an unexpected Barbie-themed café, containing a large collection of rare multicultural Barbie dolls behind sealed glass.
Kuala Lumpur - part 6
Our Lessons
While anticipating our upcoming trip to the jungles of Borneo, we were surprised to discover that we didn't have to venture outside of KL to experience our first of many fascinating Malaysian wildlife encounters. In the enchanting KL Butterfly Garden, we found ourselves getting lost in this tranquil enclosed greenhouse. As if straight out of a fantasy novel, here we met exotic butterflies who were friendly enough to land right on our hands, allowing us to examine their mesmerizingly iridescent wings up close.
Meanwhile, a trip to the KL Eco Park just next to our hotel took a delightful turn when we encountered a big family of wild Silver-Leaf monkeys, seemingly on an evening stroll along the parking lot fence. These were the most well-behaved monkeys; they simply sat and watched us, intermittently picking the bugs off each other’s backs. The gray-colored adults all had an eye-catching mohawk-meets-static-electricity hairdo… but their precious golden-orange colored babies stole the show. Cautious mothers adorably held their babies ever-so tightly against their chests any time a passerby got too close. Such a gentle species of monkey!
Kuala Lumpur - part 7
Our Lessons
Sometimes “cheap” is indeed too good to be true: For the same price as the Grand Hyatt, we were excited to dine at a table 300 meters in the air, from the revolving restaurant on top of the famed KL Tower. The views from up here were indeed spectacular... but the dining experience itself was memorably unpleasant. Advertised as another classy “high tea,” we instead encountered a rushed buffet, closely packed tables, and nonchalant waitstaff who turned a blind eye to noisy children everywhere, running around with squeak-toy shoes and musical wristwatches.
This day marked an emotional loss for Eric, who had just finished saying goodbye to his beloved ‘Rova’ sandals (a knock-off of the popular Teva brand), which we had purchased for just $4 USD half a decade ago in Vietnam. These sandals proved to be tough as nails; they had joined us in over 40 countries, including countless rocky beach and river excursions around the world (living proof that sometimes "cheap" is not poor quality, but rather just a good deal!).
Kuala Lumpur - part 8
Our Lessons
KL is full of unexpected sights. For instance, an "upside-down house" can be explored next to the KL Tower. In the park, we happened upon a downsized replica of England’s famed Stonehenge—a little reminder that imitation is the greatest form of flattery.
Independence Square is situated in front of the Sultan Abdul Samad Building—named after the leader who galvanized Malaysia’s economic development, by building up the region’s tin-mining industry and infrastructure. In 1957, it was in this square that the British Union Flag was lowered, and the independent Malaysian flag was raised for the first time.
Kuala Lumpur - part 9
Our Lessons
KL's Chinatown is big, and to us, it was noticeably one of the cleanest we've seen in Asia. On top of this, we met several very friendly people while exploring the area. For instance, I was so touched by the random stranger who bought me a free tau fu fa (sliced silky-soft tofu covered with brown sugar sauce) at one of the oldest street vendors. Given its fame, the stall had a line that wrapped around the block, so her unsolicited gesture of buying me this dessert to try (when she had already waited her turn) was truly a tremendous act of kindness!
We additionally got to explore the oldest Chinese Taoist temple, Sin Sze Si Ya, which has been established since 1864. Inside, we found a slightly unexpected scene: it was quiet, but busy, with saleswomen sitting behind tiny counters in the back of this relatively small space. The floors were filled with scattered boxes of incense for sale, which worshippers would buy on the spot and bring forward as offerings (in addition to the added noise of these commercial exchanges, I was not accustomed to having to buy incense, which is usually supplied free of charge by Buddhist temples). However, moving past the vendors, we encountered a more familiar atmosphere: The air was heavy, with smoke and the strong smell of hundreds of incense sticks and candles. A hazy beam of sunlight shone through rust-stained windows, partially illuminating royal red and gold banners and curtains. It began to feel like a genuinely hallowed place, with a few quiet worshippers paying their respects adjacent to lavishly adorned shrines.
Kuala Lumpur - part 10
Our Lessons
Recently popularized on the internet, the century-old Batu Caves, located just a few miles outside of KL, have had an interesting past. Utilized for guano-fertilizer excavation in the mid-1800s, this 400-million-year-old cave was converted into a temple dedicated to the Hindu war god, Murugan. The cave's huge entrance is thought to be shaped like the vel of Lord Murugan’s spear. The site had a moderate stream of visitors until 2018… when the 272 steps leading up to the temple were suddenly painted in a now-Instafamous array of rainbow colors. While this has succeeded in attracting great numbers of non-religious tourists, a scandal ensued: The National Heritage Department accused the site of breaching the law requiring prior authorization for any alteration of a sacred religious site.
To us, this place was indeed beautiful from afar… but unfortunately, once we stepped closer, we noticed the unkept nature of these painted steps, which were riddled with garbage (and smelled strongly of it, too!). There were countless mischievous macaque monkeys in the area. Unlike the calm silver-leaf monkeys, macaques are known to boldly snatch things from people, including drinks and food. In spite of this, we saw many worshippers pausing to feed the monkeys, and we wonder if this partially contributes to the trash problem. We only hope that given its recent jump in popularity, finances may become available to hire staff to improve this place’s sanitation (perhaps the temple can instate an entry fee for non-worshippers?).
Mulu National Park - part 1
Our Lessons
Life on the wild subcontinent of Borneo can be harsh—or ultra-bougie. On arrival at the tiny jungle airport at the center of Mulu, we were taken to our first homestay, purchased online for a mere $11 USD per night. Though a quaint local place, the Mulu Village Homestay definitely had its limitations: electricity only 4 hours/day, and no running water... because the water tank had just collapsed the day before we arrived (our apologetic host, James, helped to get us bottled water and set us up an alternative bucket shower).
Opting for a more “comfortable” experience the second night, we switched to the Mulu Marriott… which was ironically located across a short private bridge, just a few feet away from the entrance of our first homestay. For a pricier $80 USD/night, the difference was night and day: A beautiful ‘stilted village’ of luxury hotel rooms over a lush pond, interconnected by wooden boardwalks, with a large pool, bar, and an amazing buffet breakfast. As Eric relaxed on our private balcony, I enjoyed a lovely jetted bath, followed by a rinse-off shower in a large stall surrounded by walls made of glistening black river stones (which I definitely also used as a back massager). Both vantage points simultaneously allowed me and Eric unobstructed views of a breathtaking forest of yellow-green water ferns.
Mulu National Park - part 2
Our Lessons
When compared to the two-day jungle trek we had previously taken to reach the entrance of the world's largest cave in Vietnam, accessing the world's second-largest cave here in Borneo was remarkably simple; in fact, it was a literal walk in the park. From the Mulu park headquarters, a half-hour stroll in sandals down a well-kept forested boardwalk led us straight to the mouth of the massive Deer Cave. Here, we were greeted by the overwhelming smell of bat guano. Trekking through the well-lit pathway inside the cave was a mixed experience; the incredibly high ceiling, illuminated by the receding sun, was a sight to behold, and we marveled at the massive stone stalactites high above our heads. However, other areas of the ceiling were covered in sheets of blackness—which turned out to be millions of bats! Instead of wood planks, the walkways below these areas consisted of a porous metal grid: designed to permit a constant rainfall of bat poop to drop through the cracks. Indeed, we saw huge sheets of coffee-ground-colored guano covering the earth below the path. Thankfully, we did not get hit by any falling droppings!
Interestingly, we learned that the abundance of bat guano actually attracts animals such as deer, who lick up the guano to get salt and other minerals. The resulting abundance of deer, in turn, attracted hunters, who gave this place its name, "Deer Cave."
If weather conditions are right, the Deer Cave bats will all depart the cave at once, at the twilight hour to hunt—a much-anticipated phenomenon known as the “bat exodus.” Unfortunately, Borneo had other plans for us: the bats elected to stay safely inside the cave that evening, which we attributed to their intuition to avoid the sounds of rolling thunder that we heard in the distance. They say “a little rain never hurt anybody”; but perhaps the bats knew best that we were about to be in for one hell of an adventure...
Mulu National Park - part 3
Our Lessons
Bear Grylls was right: the jungles of Borneo can kill you—for us, this proved to be a real possibility! We were told the weather in Mulu is “unpredictable”; but we didn’t understand the real impact of this statement just yet. We had flown here on a mission to summit the Mulu Pinnacles: one of the most vertical and intense hikes in the subcontinent. The journey requires a longboat ride up a narrow river; a 9-km jungle trek in which we had to carry our own overnight gear, food, and water; a brief night’s rest at a primitive campsite; and finally, an exhausting 1.2-km vertical ascent over just 2.4 kilometers' distance.
We set off optimistically, despite waking up to discover it had been raining. We were accompanied by two new friends from Singapore, who commented that the river looked higher today. Defying our boat driver's prediction of clearing skies as we set off, the rain progressed to a torrential downpour as we continued our morning ride upriver. As the winds battered us and the worsening deluge soaked through our flimsy ponchos, it became apparent that the rising waters had now reached the level of tree branches that typically extend high above the river. Our boatman continued to reassure us, navigating through rapids and around whirlpools, while dodging free-floating deadfall—downed tree trunks, which shot like javelins past our small wooden boat as we powered upstream. Proceeding with a scheduled stop at the beautiful Clearwater and Wind Caves prior to the main trailhead, our cave guide scratched his head and commented, “Wow, I’ve never seen this much water rushing into the cave!” Attempting to shrug off this slightly alarming development, we admired the mesmerizing sight of water pouring through every crack of the cave’s ceiling, shimmering in the dim light of the misty sky above. As the rain continued to pour, we were rushed back to the boat (which was now floating at an even higher water level than we had left it). Still hopeful, we continued onward until we reached the trailhead.
Mulu National Park - part 4
Our Lessons
Our boatman swiftly bid us good luck and farewell as he dropped us off, unaided, and encouraged us that we could make the 9-km trek to base camp as long as we “go quickly,” before the largest river crossing at the 5-km mark overruns! He turned his longboat to face downstream, and the rapidly flowing river promptly whisked him out of sight. We were alone. The four of us stared at each other, with raised eyebrows but we were ready to start the journey… which ended just three minutes later!
After trekking a mere hundred meters, we encountered rushing water cutting straight across a part of the trail that was supposed to have been dry. Eric took a few steps in, only to discover this newly-formed river was at least the height of his thighs! As if Mother Nature was making a final attempt to knock some sense into us, it was at that moment that the large head of a snapping turtle emerged from the muddy water, directly in front of Eric’s path. The turtle stared Eric in the eyes, and I’m pretty sure I caught it sternly shake its head, as if saying, “No; just, no.” Eric backed away, and we returned, demoralized, back to the trailhead. With no cell signal, we counted our granola bars and wondered how long we would be here waiting. Luckily, the park service sent Suki, a ranger, to sweep the trail for stranded hikers. After quickly confirming our assessment that the trail was unquestionably impassable, Suki radioed his longboat to take us back to headquarters. Mission aborted!
While waiting for our rescue boat to arrive, Suki, shared with us that he is of Penan heritage: a formerly-nomadic people of this region, who were relocated to a “long-house” settlement by the British after Mulu Park became designated a World Heritage Site. Somewhat to our surprise, Suki says his people were generally happy despite this being a forced relocation, because nomadic jungle life was hard. Suki claims his community appreciated the clinics, schools, and other modern amenities that the British provided. His people have maintained a positive influence in the region through their participation in an ongoing fight against deforestation from commercial logging.
Mulu National Park - part 5
Our Lessons
The 45-meter tall limestone spires known as the Mulu Pinnacles are so awe-inspiring that they are depicted as a national emblem on the back of Malaysia’s $RM-100 bill. Determined to see this natural wonder with our own eyes, we decided to begin a second attempt at this hike the next day—this time, a successful journey.
With the sun shining and the river receding, we set out on a much calmer boat ride to the trailhead. This time, the path was no longer covered by water, and we slowly trudged through the muddy 9-km trail. Like the Amazon, the jungle here was dense and dark, and full of fascinating sights, including: massive bamboo, brilliantly iridescent blue butterflies, even a rare flying lizard… and, of course, leeches every step of the way, sucking and leaving bloody spots all over my ankles (their bites were unpleasant, but not harmful). Arriving successfully at base camp, we immediately took a dip in the cold river to wash off, then quickly set up our bug nets and padding over a barebones wood-planked sleeping area. After an intense safety briefing, we rested our heads, trying to ignore the giant flying cockroach buzzing around the light above and praying for the weather to cooperate for our real hike in the morning.
Mulu National Park - part 6
Our Lessons
Beginning our trek before sunrise, we kept close track of the time and our speed. It was only a 2.4-km trail; quite short; but with a 1200-meter vertical rise, every step was a small battle. The narrow ascent consisted of spiky rocks, slippery moss, and tree roots. Along the way, we were reminded to keep an eye out for vipers, which are often camouflaged to resemble roots or leaves. We were accompanied by Suki, whose job included assuring that we had reached certain altitude markers before designated 'cutoff' times. This was mandatory in order to continue the ascent, to guarantee we would have enough daylight for a safe return. Rising above the thick treeline, our “trail” transitioned to a series of vertical and horizontal ladders, carefully wedged in between razor-sharp rocks and across otherwise impassable sinkholes. After 4 grueling hours, we finally reached the famous view of this spectacular geological formation: dozens of giant natural spires, jutting into the sky! Suddenly, it all felt worthwhile… but our journey was not over yet.
Mulu National Park - part 7
Our Lessons
To avoid severe fatigue and injury, it is recommended that hikers make a gradual descent down the Pinnacles and rest for the night at base camp, before beginning the 9-km jungle trek back towards the trailhead to catch the boat returning to headquarters. However, given our one-day delay in starting the hike, this method would have caused us to miss our flight out of Mulu the next morning! Therefore, we decided to tempt fate and complete the entire return trip in one afternoon. Bidding Suki and our fellow hikers goodbye, we moved as swiftly as possible down the mountain. Unfortunately, the jungle humidity kept all surfaces slippery and wet along our steep, jagged descent, making it impossible to move as quickly as we had hoped. Using all limbs to brace ourselves on vines and branches, we miraculously arrived unscathed back to base camp by mid-afternoon. Emboldened, we packed up our supplies, donned our heavy bags, and hastily embarked on the long trek back through the jungle, alone.
Having calculated exactly how fast we needed to walk in order to reach the riverboat on time, Eric got us off to a brisk start, and we made excellent pace… until we reached some strenuous inclined terrain at the halfway point, and we finally hit a wall of exhaustion like we have never felt before! Drenched in sweat, Eric notes he had never been so pushed to his physical limits—that no amount of willpower could stop him from being on the verge of passing out! We took a much-needed break and Eric self-treated with makeshift “oral rehydration salts”: or rather, the salty flavor packet that came with our only bag of Ramen noodles! The fear of being stuck in the jungle at twilight motivated us to power onward—so quickly that no leeches got a chance to latch onto my ankles this time! We successfully arrived at the boat just before nightfall… and we were promptly greeted by the familiar onset of pouring rain. This time, we welcomed the rain with open arms, cooling off our overheated bodies as the boat carried us safely downstream back to Park HQ. Examining how pruny our toes were from sweat alone and how achy our joints were, we mutually agreed this was the hardest physical thing that we have ever done—and I will now think back on this experience when facing new challenges!
Mulu - part 8
Our Lessons
After getting out of the jungle completely soaked, we managed to dry all of our clothes and shoes under the industrial fan in our hotel room. The next morning, we headed to the airport, huddled under our umbrellas, in the face of more torrential rains, which had been pouring since the night before. We learned that the constant rainfall had been bad enough that it prevented the longboats from retrieving anyone who had stayed at base camp overnight (good thing we got out the day before!).
After a several-hour delay at the airport, our plane was given permission to take off from Mulu's tiny runway and pierce through the thick cloud-covered sky. This series of events was particularly fortunate for us, as trans-Borneo flights were still sparse during this post-pandemic period due to a deficit of tourists. In fact, our plane only had six passengers onboard—ironically, one whom we would later run into again by complete coincidence, in Easter Island, Chile! It is a small world after all.
Sandakan - part 1
Our Lessons
Far East movement: Surveying the skyline from the rooftops of the port of Sandakan (previous page) does not provide the most favorable impression of this historically important city: most buildings are old, in need of a paint job, or downright crumbling. We were told the reason for this is that in modern times, expanding businesses have found it easier to construct new centers farther inland, away from the eastern shores. However, less than a century ago, Sandakan was the premiere commercial and trading capital of Northeast Borneo. The city was so important, in fact, that our tour guide notes it was expanded over the ocean with landfill, by a distance of more than several city blocks over time, to make room for massive construction projects directed by the British. Prior to World War II, Sandakan had become the world’s largest exporter of hardwood, and it enjoyed modern developments such as telegraph services to London, as well as paved streets even before Hong Kong and Singapore had them.
Sadly, during the war, Sandakan's success was its downfall: it was a strategic target for the Japanese, who captured and converted a portion of the city into an infamously brutal prison camp for British and Australian POWs (thousands of Australians lost their lives here, and in fact, Australians still come to Sandakan as an alternative to Gallipoli, Turkey, to honor their fallen soldiers on ANZAC Day). Consequently, by the war's end, the Japanese occupation and subsequent Allied bombings had left Sandakan completely destroyed. After the war, a large Hong Kongese population, which had been moved here by the British, rebuilt the city in a primarily Chinese architectural design—which is why the town is still referred to this day as “Little Hong Kong” (the buildings here really do resemble old Hong Kong to us).
Fascinating history: our Mulu guide had mentioned to us stories of “headhunter” tribes and how, from a certain point of view, they were the heroes of the Allied World War II campaign in Borneo. The Dayak tribes—most notably the Iban people—were known for the practice of removing and collecting enemy warriors’ heads, as trophies and proof of their victories in battle. Apparently, the act of bringing a skull back to the village was considered to be a rite of passage for young men, and it could even be considered a requirement for permission to marry. Some Iban also believed that removing the head gave them possession of the spirit, which in turn would make the collector more powerful. The practice of headhunting had been mostly phased out by the 1900s; however, in the face of war, the British encouraged the Dayak tribes to bring back the tradition following the Japanese invasion of Borneo in 1941. Sporadic but horrifying stories of fellow soldiers being brutally decapitated while on jungle missions fomented terror throughout the Japanese ranks—and it is said that the resulting drop in morale contributed significantly to the Japanese army’s failure to advance further across Western Borneo!
Sandakan - part 2
Our Lessons
The Buli Sim Sim Water Village may seem quaint today, but it was in fact the site of the original town of Sandakan, founded in 1879. This authentic stilted village appears dramatically more developed today compared to the one we visited in Cambodia (Kampong Phluk). Located about 3 kilometers away from Sandakan city center, Buli Sim Sim consists of elevated homes and small businesses, interconnected with elevated concrete walkways that serve as pedestrian alleyways. It is a fascinating place to wander around, with surprisingly well-built homes that feature air conditioning and modern appliances. Locals come here to enjoy fresh, delicious seafood… and so did we, at the well-known Sim Sim 88 Restaurant, which stretches out on a long pier and is shaped like a boat. Here, we picked our own live fish and prawns, straight from the tank, which were cooked and seasoned to perfection. This was one of the best seafood experiences of our travels.
Kinabatangan River - part 1
Our Lessons
The Amazon of the East is a nickname for the lush ecosystem surrounding the great Kinabatangan River—an enormous waterway that meanders eastward all the way from the center of the Borneo subcontinent. Its weather and soil conditions have promoted the formation of flood plains and ox-bow lakes, which branch off the main river and provide calm, placid waters—ideal environments for rainforest biodiversity (in fact, 6% of all the world’s known species live on Borneo’s relatively tiny landmass!). Accessing this remote part of the world at the end of the pandemic was not an easy task, requiring multiple stopovers on a nearly empty small aircraft, followed by a heart-pumping minibus ride along poorly maintained roads. Being here, however, gave us a rare opportunity to see some of Borneo’s most unique wildlife in their natural habitat—including orangutans, pygmy elephants, proboscis monkeys, and sun bears. All the bug spray in the world did not seem sufficient for me on our small-boat cruise, but it was an experience of a lifetime!
Kinabatangan River - part 2
Our Lessons
We found out firsthand that Borneo’s Pygmy elephants can float… and… swim! These smallest, cutest elephants in the world are only 8 feet tall in adulthood, with large ears and round bellies. Pygmies are the gentlest species of all elephants, leading scientists to believe they are descendants of a domestic herd. In an amazing stroke of luck, our tour boat encountered a large family of these elephants crossing the river right in front of us. The adults were shockingly quiet and graceful as they swam; but the baby was still getting the hang of it, bobbing up and down awkwardly, his ‘trunk-snorkel’ making the cutest squeaky noise each time he took a breath.
Sadly, Pygmy elephants are endangered, with only an estimated 1,500 remaining in the wild, found mostly here in Borneo’s far-east Sabah province. Indeed, greater than 50% of all Borneo rainforest has been destroyed for land development… with more and more patches of deforested land being carved out of the remaining forest. This is a terrible set-up for dangerous human interactions with the remaining elephants, who are becoming forced to seek food and a sustainable home closer to humans than ever before. Increasing numbers of confrontations between elephants and local villages are occurring, sometimes with deadly results. Villagers are constructing homemade cannons to try to scare elephant herds, who graze on their crops; but this sometimes just injures them, or leads to deadly elephant attacks. Recently, there have been some initiatives to relocate these gentle giants; and some attention is now being given to the importance of sustaining the remaining jungle to avoid complete ecosystem collapse for the many species that live within. Unfortunately, locals are still pressured by the prospect of huge financial incentives to demolish their natural forests: We are told that currently there is still a fifty-times greater profit potential if one converts their jungle-covered land into a palm plantation.
Sandakan - part 3
Our Lessons
Save the planet for the next generation… or put food on the table today? As is always the case, deforestation is a complicated issue. Clearing a patch of Borneo’s life-sustaining rainforest to build a palm oil plantation—arguably an alternative ‘manmade forest’—may not sound so bad… After all, palm oil is pretty healthy for us. Furthermore, the pro-development website “Asia Agri” points out that the palm oil industry has helped lift millions of people out of poverty in Indonesia and Malaysia, which together account for around 85% of global palm oil production: “oil palm plantations have enabled tens of thousands of smallholder farmers to own their own land,” their website purports.
Although we understand this benefit, it is clear that if we humans do not develop land sustainably, we will be killing part of our planet, leading these valuable plant and animal populations to extinction within our lifetimes. It is now clear that palm plantations lack biodiversity and shelter to serve as a home for many animals. For instance, orangutans’ desperate attempts to survive on palm plantations have been well-documented; it leads to severe malnutrition and exposure to attacks by predators including humans, who see them as eating their source of income. Thus, continued deforestation will lead to the destruction of an ecosystem whose existence combats climate change and serves as one of the “lungs” of our planet. Yet, it’s not as simple as telling farmers to just “stop” destroying the forest; we must first ensure there are alternative ways for them to achieve financial stability for themselves and the families who depend on them. Alternative sources of income need to be explored. Further developing ecotourism in Borneo may be part of the solution, so that a well-maintained primary forest becomes a greater financial asset.
Sepilok Orangutan Rehabilitation Centre - part 1
Our Lessons
The Orangutan, a.k.a. the “man of the forest,” is becoming “homeless” at an alarming rate! These amazingly gentle red apes are native to only Borneo and its neighboring Sumatra island. Similar to Pygmy elephants, their population is in serious decline due to human deforestation. We had the opportunity to see a few wild orangutans living happily in the untouched primary forest along the Kinabatangan River… and a much larger number living at the Sepilok Orangutan Rehabilitation Centre. Sepilok is a home for rescued orangutans: for instance, babies who were captured and kept as pets illegally (a tragically lucrative practice, which usually results in the killing of the mother orangutan, who fights to the death to protect her child).
We are told it takes several years before a baby orangutan can be safely released back into the wild. Dedicated trainers work with them daily. This is no small task, as orangutans’ brains are highly developed (they share 97% of DNA with humans). In the wild, orangutan mothers teach their children a complex set of skills, such as using tools, like sticks, for a variety of daily tasks. Wild orangutans need to be able to build multiple tree nests a day, allowing them to rest safely off the forest floor. Over time, these incredibly smart creatures can mentally “map out” the forest around them; in fact, they can remember over 400 species of plant and their cycles of reproduction, including which plants bear fruit on which months, of which year! The human trainers at these rehabilitation centers do their best to replicate the natural teaching of intellectual, social, and motor skills. In other words, these young orangutans literally go to ‘school’ full-time!
Sepilok Orangutan Rehabilitation Centre - part 2
Our Lessons
Sepilok is a sanctuary without walls; technically, orangutans can leave, but they are not inclined to, due to the surrounding human population and roads. Watching them swing amongst the tall trees of this forest, and seeing them play on the man-made rope courses, was fascinating. Orangutans appear to be more graceful climbers than the gorillas and chimps we saw in Africa. Without a doubt, they are some of the most flexible creatures we’ve seen—capable of doing complete leg splits well beyond 180 degrees. Their feet are extremely… ‘handy’! Their toes include opposable “thumbs” for grasping, enabling them to use their feet interchangeably with their hands to perform fine motor tasks—like popping peas out from the pod, one by one, to eat.
The babies, in particular, definitely resemble humans, with less hair and very human-like eyes! The big males, meanwhile, truly look like ‘walking carpets’ with incredibly long ginger hair. Living up to 40-50 years of age, fully-grown males are just 4.5 feet tall but they can have an arm span of up to 7 feet. They weigh as much as 200 pounds, which is only half the weight of an adult gorilla. Only ‘dominant’ males develop aggressive, puffed-out cheeks, called phalanges; but all males can reproduce.
Orangutans have one of the longest childhoods: moms have only one baby every 8-9 years. The children stay with their moms for up to 10-12 years, and young adults still come back intermittently to visit their moms. Mom has it tough, though: orangutan dads are often solitary, so she will do all the child-rearing herself. Orangutan families generally avoid other orangutan families, they are not aggressive, and they stay in trees to avoid predators. If only we humans could learn to mind our own business, too!
Bornean Sun Bear Conservation Centre
Our Lessons
Despite its alarming decline all over Southeast Asia and China, there exists only one wildlife center in the world today that provides protection for the adorable Sun bear—the “world’s smallest bear”! Here at the Bornean Sun Bear Conservation Centre, an elevated canopy walk has been constructed over the forest floor, allowing visitors to see these amazing creatures up close. During our visit, we learned so many facts about these bears: The name “Sun bear” comes from crescent-shaped marks on their chests, which are unique to each bear and said to resemble a ‘rising sun’ (or perhaps the blinged-out gold chain of a rap star, according to Eric?). Adult sun bears, averaging only 100 lbs, are often mistaken for large dogs in the wild. Their size allows them to be the only truly arboreal bears in the world: they live almost exclusively in trees, by building their own nests. It was so fascinating to watch a bear snapping and bending a collection of branches to create his home. A tree nest lets the bears sleep and eat in the same place, as their most common foods are fruit and termites. However, their favorite food is honey; and these bears are willing to withstand the stings associated with sticking their 10-inch-long tongues right into a bee’s nest to lap up the sweet stuff.
Other crazy facts about the sun bear: females can ‘stretch’ the length of their pregnancies, from 3 months to as long as 8 months, if they feel the environment isn’t hospitable for delivery. And although they have poor eyesight, their sense of smell is over two thousand times greater than humans. Their constant, adorable nose-wiggling in our presence was no doubt a response to the odor coming from Eric’s hiking shoes :)
Wisdom from the leader in his field: in a stroke of luck, during our visit to the Centre, we ran into the founder himself, Dr. Wong Siew Te. In a tragically familiar story, we learned from Dr. Siew Te that deforestation is not the only threat to the survival of these cuddly bears: the risk of capture and being sold as pets also exists. Captured babies are rarely well-cared for by inexperienced owners once they get bigger, and they usually end up in cages, malnourished, and abused. The bears we met here are mostly rescued orphans who fell victim to this fate, and many have suffered permanently stunted growth. The goal of the fenced-off Conservation Centre is to release as many bears as possible back into the wild safely, but this process can take years of gradual rehabilitation to the environment. Of the 55 bears obtained since 2009, only 11 bears have been released by the time we visited in 2022. Dr. Siew Te discussed his struggles to obtain adequate funding to expand and maintain the Centre, which have worsened since the onset of the pandemic, due to a decrease in tourism revenue. Pre-pandemic, this place was packed with tourists; today it was basically only us walking around, accompanied by two expertly trained conservation guides at the canopy walk. Dr. Siew Te hopes that visitors like us can help spread awareness of these endangered bears, including their essential role in spreading seeds and controlling the termite population—just two examples of how they play a vital role in balancing this delicate ecosystem.
Labuk Bay Proboscis Monkey Sanctuary
Our Lessons
A mammal with an unusually large nose and a reddish skin color—no, it is not Eric, it’s the charming Proboscis monkey of Borneo. These guys are just a laundry list of fun facts: Their large noses are an evolutionary adaptation, as their ladies like the deeper, ‘sultry’ noises that echo through only the biggest nasal passages (they sounded less like sweet Romeo and more like grumpy Squidward to us!). In addition, they have engorged potbellies; a result of a special bacteria contained in their stomachs, which allows them to detoxify harmful chemicals in the leaves they eat, but unfortunately leave them full of gas. Despite appearing like out-of-shape old men, they are able to leap very long distances. In fact, another way proboscis males show their strength is by seeing who can jump farther from tree to tree. In the past, locals called them the “Dutch monkeys,” because, during the period of colonization, they believed the appearance of Dutchmen closely resembled that of the proboscis monkey—with large noses and rosaceous skin!
El Nido - part 1
Our Lessons
El Nido, the northernmost municipality of the Philippines' western Palawan island, is known for its picturesque beaches, rock formations, and crystal-blue waters. Given its popularity with tourists, we, therefore, were surprised that El Nido's town center was actually quite 'barebones': consisting of a mixture of wood and concrete buildings that seemed haphazardly patched together, separated by mostly unpaved roads and narrow alleyways. A medley of delicious-smelling seafood—mixed with the odor of trash, and plenty of flies—permeated the air as we walked the main street. We wonder if the infrastructure is so unstable due to the frequent typhoons that happen here; apparently, two particularly big storms have occurred in just the last year and a half. One tour operator mentioned that his large party boat, an icon for the city, was destroyed in the last typhoon; now, this source of revenue has been washed away. Without prompting, the phrase “climate change” seemed to be brought up by just about every local we spoke with. We were told that the rains here come earlier, more often, and are more severe just about every season now.
Instead of traditional tuk-tuk taxis, with a symmetrical design and balanced center of gravity, here the only taxis we encountered were motorcycles, equipped with an unusual retrofit that we had never seen before. Every motorcycle had a custom-painted, covered passenger cab, which bolts to the bike's frame and envelops the driver as well as two to three passengers seated to the driver's right side. Like in Cambodia, there was a clear overabundance of these motor taxis lining the streets, in comparison to a relatively low number of tourists during our visit.
El Nido - part 2
Our Lessons
This beach town relies primarily on tourism and judging by the number of unoccupied tour boats we observed, it is hard to imagine how difficult recent times must have been for local businesses. During the pandemic, there was a near-complete absence of tourists for almost two years straight. Walking the long, commercialized path leading to Las Cabanas, one of El Nido’s nicer tourist beaches, was depressing: Of the dozens of storefronts we passed, perhaps only two or three were still running; the rest were closed and completely emptied out.
El Nido - part 3
Our Lessons
I will fondly remember the Philippines as the first place I went scuba diving. The experience was unforgettable. Eric was hesitant to take us diving at all—given that I can't really swim! As it turns out, one does not need to be a proficient swimmer in order to dive, due to the scuba suit’s ability to maintain buoyancy and serve as a life jacket if needed. For just $100 USD per person, we had a full-day introduction to diving, which included three 40-minute dives along El Nido's pristine coast. Our Palawan Divers private guide provided the two of us with meticulous instruction, assuring we were confident with every skill before starting us off in gentle waters. He kept constant eyes on me, always aware of how I was doing. He taught us hand signals, which he used to give us tips and remind us to monitor our equipment (We honestly did not realize what a fantastic opportunity this had been until we were plunged into a poorly supervised diving experience while exploring the Great Barrier Reef in Australia).
Seeing marine life so up close and so clearly was easily a thousand times better than snorkeling. The water here was pristine, and the view was especially beautiful mid-day when the bright sun showed off the incredible iridescent colors of the area’s tropical marine life. At 50 feet below the surface, we heard the gentle rumble of speedboats violently splashing above our heads, but this far down, the ocean remained completely calm (providing a completely new and amazing perspective of our underwater world). I am ecstatic about this newfound hobby and look forward to more dives in the future.
El Nido - part 4
Our Lessons
A crown-of-thorns is a venomous, 21-armed starfish that has unfortunately thrived as a result of the pandemic's food scarcity. Their overpopulation is particularly problematic because they feed on coral reefs—attaching themselves to a piece of coral and literally sucking it dry. Indeed, we saw many of them wedged between the corals here. They have flourished due to the disappearance of the triton snail, a type of giant conch which is its natural predator. Tragically, during resource shortages at the height of the COVID-19 lockdowns, locals resorted to hunting these snails for food at a pace never seen before. Now, the crown-of-thorns are spreading rapidly, with few predators. They are hard to kill: like many starfish species, attempts by amateurs to cut them apart only worsen the problem, because each piece can regenerate into a new crown-of-thorns! In 2022, our tour team made us aware of efforts being rolled out by local authorities: dive teams would be sent to locate and inject doses of vinegar into the crown-of-thorns, which kills them. This painstaking process requires divers to scour the ocean floor for them, one by one.
El Nido - part 5
Our Lessons
While diving across the sea floor, we saw many fascinating sea creatures that we had the privilege of seeing here. Some of our personal favorites included:
Feather stars: We initially thought the slender, brilliantly yellow-and-black striped arms of these animals were a type of seaweed, swaying gracefully with the ocean current. In reality, they are echinoderms, a type of starfish. They feed by gripping their footlike extensions to a hard surface and then extending their wavy, feather-like arms to serve as filters. As ocean water passes across them, they gather drifting particles to eat. In this state, they really do look like plants… but if disturbed, they can let go of their rock and actively swim away!
Moray Eels: Yes, I saw a huge eel in the shallow seaweed along the beach… and the scary part is that he definitely saw me as well! His beady, white eyes stared straight at me from just a few feet away. Luckily, moray eels are relatively timid, and the panicked flailing and screaming of the snorkeler next to me, who also spotted it, was enough to make him recess into his home between the rocks.
Snake sea cucumbers: Growing as long as 10 feet, these striped sea cucumbers really do look like snakes, which also scared the bejesus outta me . They have a mouth full of fifteen tentacles, which move independently to pick up and eat particles of sand. Sea cucumbers eat, process nutrients from, and excrete large amounts of sand daily. The excreted sand helps to increase the nitrate content of the sea floor—in turn, helping coral and other species to thrive.
Giant puffer fish: It is generally rare to see puffers that are close to 3 feet long… but diving in El Nido, this is not uncommon. It takes a tremendous amount of energy for these fish to perform their signature “puffing up” maneuver, so they will not arbitrarily do so, except when feeling threatened. We kept our distance, just in case, as their spines secrete small amounts of tetrodotoxin (the reason that people die when consuming puffer fish cut by undertrained sushi chefs).
Clownfish: So many; so cute! When I approached too close to the brown and purple sea anemones which these fish called their home, the dominant clownfish in the group would often charge right up to my goggles, staring me down to defend her family. We learned that the dominant clownfish is always female, because clownfish are protandrous hermaphrodites (meaning, they are born male but can change sex later in life—therefore, in Finding Nemo, Marlin would have transitioned to female shortly after his wife's death. This would have made him Nemo's ‘mother,’ rather than his ‘father.’)
Special thanks to fellow adventurer Bruce Wynia (www.mytravelpatch.com) for all of these amazing underwater photos!
El Nido - part 6
Our Lessons
Unfortunately in El Nido, where most restaurants have open-air seating, we commonly encountered unwanted ‘interruptions’ as we ate our meals next to the beach. Frequent ‘visitors’ to our table included persistent flies, stray dogs, beach vendors, and small children asking for change.
After finishing our meal, we saw a couple of the young kids who had asked us for money previously, sitting next to their mom on the street. The mom had a makeshift shop, selling dollar trinkets—and she continued to do her best soliciting passersby, while simultaneously breastfeeding a third child, her baby. We never give money to children directly, because we have learned that it encourages parents to send their kids to the streets to beg (instead of going to school, doing homework, or simply learning by exploring and being a kid). But seeing this mom working so desperately and selling so little served as a gentle reminder of the empathy we need to feel for struggling parents—even those who do encourage their children to beg. Surely, teaching this behavior to one’s child would be a shameful, regrettable moment in the life of any parent. But if faced with the prospect of no food on the table, and the fact that a cute child’s face could earn more donations than an adult, it likely becomes a difficult decision.
El Nido - part 7
Our Lessons
El Nido is definitely one of our top places to go island-hopping. As beautiful as the beaches and mountainous landscapes can be from the comfort of a lounge chair, we quickly realized how much we would have missed if we had simply chosen to relax on the sand all day! There are too many reefs to be snorkeled; caves to be explored; and coves to be discovered—so many, that even their names get repeated. On one day tour, we were taken to two unrelated coves: one named “Hidden Beach,” and the other named “Secret Beach."
On a Western budget, these tours were also memorable for how incredibly affordable they were. On average, we spent only $20 USD per person for each of several unique full-day guided group cruises. Each cruise included stops at several picturesque islands, as well as a hardy seafood lunch, served on the boat. The weather was consistently perfect, with the beaming sun illuminating the vibrant colors of the ocean and providing crystal-clear visibility of marine life. An unbeatable price for such a great experience.
El Nido - part 8
Our Lessons
What are those unique bamboo “stabilizer” bars on all the boats, we asked ourselves? It turns out these modern renditions of ancient Bangka boats were some of the first ocean-voyaging vessels in the world. Providing enough support to avoid capsizing on the high seas, they allowed the seaborne Austronesian Expansion to occur between 3000 to 1500 BCE. We are told that similar variants of these boats can be found in Indonesia, Malaysia, and the Pacific Islands (Polynesia)—since all of these cultures originated from the same wave of ancestors, the Austronesians.
El Nido - part 9
Our Lessons
On our last day, we explored the nearby islands on our yellow kayak and found ourselves surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery. We relaxed on the soft, white sand of Paradise Beach, completely free and absorbed in nature. Our shady spot under a large tree provided a perfect view of clear turquoise water and green mountain peaks. Eric hoisted me up onto a swinging rope, allowing my toes to just skim across the warm water below. Feeling like children without a care in the world, we wished we could freeze this moment forever. Alas, the sound of mischievous monkeys roaming the forest behind us served as a reminder to keep a close watch on our possessions, even in the absence of humans.
Manila - part 1
Our Lessons
Manila is yet another city that has striking disparities between its neighborhoods. Without a doubt, there is a lot of money here—as demonstrated by its many shiny highrises and beautiful modern shopping malls. Some areas are incredibly beautiful and far cleaner than many other major Western cosmopolitan neighborhoods, with the potential to have every convenience at your doorstep... if you can afford it. Notably, nearing the edges of these wealthy regions, there are tons of huge apartment buildings—clusters of symmetrically designed monoliths (perhaps people living here constitute the ‘middle’ class? We are told it is unaffordable for many Filipinos to own property in the heart of Manila's nicest neighborhoods, but this does not preclude them from visiting). However, we also found that getting from one ‘must-see’ area to the next necessitated taking a taxi through far less-developed neighborhoods.
Manila - part 2
Our Lessons
For us, there was a particularly dramatic difference between the ‘touristy’ and ‘non-touristy’ sections of Manila's Chinatown. Following our GPS to the recommended Binondo and Chinatown Walk attractions led us through a shiny Chinatown gate, a lovely pedestrian lifestyle mall, and high-end outdoor dining. However, venturing just a few blocks west towards the locally recommended Divisoria Mall presented us with a completely opposite perspective.
Along this area, dense, makeshift residential shanty towns precariously leaned over stagnating canals, which smelled strongly of sewage. As we walked the narrow sidewalks, we stepped around countless people sleeping on the street in the middle of the day, and children asking for food and money. Here, no taxi cars can be found, as apparently locals cannot afford an actual taxi and visitors are rare. Instead, small motorbikes with even smaller, precariously welded sidecars seem to be the norm for transportation. Passengers in these sidecars sit just a few inches off the ground, squeezing their hands and legs together to fit under the sidecar’s makeshift plastic covering in the rain.
For hauling heavy loads, other motorbikes have been retrofitted with disproportionately giant sidecars, the size of pickup truck beds. We witnessed some of these sidecars stacked so high with supplies that the motorcycle driver had to stand up on his already-elevated seat, in order to see above his massive payload to steer the vehicle (these are probably the biggest loads we have ever seen a little motorcycle carry!). Truly, stumbling across this off-beaten path of Chinatown was a heart-wrenching experience for us… one which reminded us again that poverty is a problem all around the world. Moments like these signified how important it is for all of us to advocate for leaders who demonstrate both compassion and insight into how to best utilize their countries’ resources—to end the cycle of poverty and to provide opportunities for success.
Manila - part 3
Our Lessons
Oddly, everywhere we went in Manila, we saw the face of American Jeeps. This is because the vehicles used for public transportation look like elongated 'jeep-vans' with bench seating. This is no coincidence: After World War II, hundreds of US military jeeps were left in the Philippines. Since the Filipinos' original buses and cars were mostly destroyed in the war, citizens started using whatever was left. They resorted to retrofitting old Army jeeps with larger posterior cabs and using them as public buses—endearingly known as Jeepneys! Today, there are multiple manufacturers in the Philippines that create their own designs of Jeepneys (from what we can tell, the United States corporation “Jeep” is not at all affiliated with this). Each private owner then takes on the task of completely customizing their own Jeepney with colorful designs and accessories. The end result is a mosaic of Jeep-like buses, darting and racing each other across all of Manila's main streets. Honestly, they look quite uncomfortable inside: they are loud, poorly ventilated, and clearly without A/C (we witnessed passengers perpetually wiping their faces with towels in the May heat). However, for a local on a regular commuter path, this is clearly the most economical way to get from A to B.
Manila - part 4
Our Lessons
Our Filipino friends living in the U.S. enthusiastically told us that shopping and eating are the top things to do in this city (and it did not disappoint!).
One thing is for sure: The Philippines is an ube-loving country. Although similar in flavor, ube is not taro; ube is a brighter, royal-purple yam that is known to be sweeter than taro. Signs advertising purple ube ice cream, ube cake, and ube smoothies are ubiquitous… and it was a flavor we simply could not get enough of. Other favorite foods of ours included sisig: a Filipino dish classically served on a sizzling-hot plate, most often consisting of chopped pork, onions, and chili peppers, seasoned with calamansi and topped with egg (corned beef sisig became Eric’s go-to meal). We also loved the lechon (roasted pork), as well as any meal prepared with adobo seasoning. I particularly enjoyed the buko pie (a custard pie made with soft, young coconut meat), as well as halo-halo (a dessert composed of mixed jellies, crushed ice, and condensed milk… similar to Vietnamese chè). Finally, our food tour would not be complete without stopping by Jollibee, which was less than a block from our hotel. We Americans have had ample opportunity to try this Filipino fast-food chain in our own country, but somehow the fried chicken and mouth-watering 'burger steaks' smothered in brown gravy tasted even better in Manila.
Manila - part 5
Our Lessons
While living in Manila, we would discover that our nice downtown hotel was actually in the middle of the city's "Red-Light district," known as Makati. However, its dubious night scene would not be as obvious as we might have expected, based on our experiences in places like Bangkok (where women would openly line up in the streets, waving potential customers over). Exploring early on a Saturday night, we did pass by some closed-door “gentlemen’s clubs”; however, the majority of bars seemed well-lit, well-decorated, and with open windows. The streets were fairly clean, and there was some police presence. There were a few ladies on street corners promoting their ‘services,’ but they were discreet; and they did not approach or look at Eric when we walked hand-in-hand. Overall, for us, Makati ended up being an unexpectedly fun, safe-feeling area to go bar hopping.
Manila - part 6
Our Lessons
As we wandered through Manila’s historic fortress area of Intramuro (“between the walls”), our eyes took in the colorful, Spanish colonial-style buildings—charming, and similar in design to other former Spanish colonies we have visited around the world. We noticed the frequent monuments and street names dedicated to Dr. Jose Rizal, an ophthalmologist who was considered a national hero for his advocacy and political writings during the times of oppressive Spanish rule.
A darker part of this tour was our visit to the bullet-ridden colonial Fort Santiago. We learned that in 1945, following the liberation of Manila from notoriously brutal Japanese forces, the U.S. Army discovered 600 decomposing Filipino corpses locked within the fort’s dungeon. Apparently, conditions inside were so cramped that all prisoners died from suffocation and heat exhaustion.
Manila - part 7
Our Lessons
Scattered throughout Fort Santiago, we unexpectedly encountered eighteen human-sized "bird nests," constructed from large interwoven tree branches. This art exhibition was a symbolic tribute to all mothers—our personal mothers, and the mothers of our homelands. We learned the nests are meant to symbolize 'cradles': one cradle for each of the eighteen regions of the Philippines. By no coincidence, this exhibit was on display the same month as the Philippines' national election. In a written description, the artist conveyed a message of hope and identity to fellow Filipinos during these trying times:
“It is not just the elected leaders whom we should depend on when it comes to caring for our nation. Each and every one of us is the true ‘mother’ of our homeland. Our patriotism lies not on our loyalty to a person, but on our loyalty to our country. Our leaders will continue to change, but that soil we stand on will remain. We are Filipinos not because of our government or the authorities who lead us; but because we are who we are. Our constant need for the comforting ‘cradles’ in our homeland can only be satisfied when we are able to look within ourselves, do what we must, and surrender not to man but to God.”
It was hard to ignore the political situation during the time that we visited the Philippines, as every news channel was headlining the recent presidential election of Fernando "Bongbong" Marcos Jr.—a man of whom Filipinos' opinions varied sharply. He succeeded Rodrigo Duterte, who attracted international condemnation for his “war on drugs," which included as many as 30,000 extra-judicial killings (and infamously stern orders to his officers, such as, "If it’s drugs, you shoot and kill. That’s the arrangement."). Nonetheless, some Filipinos respected Duterte's passionate attempts to reduce crime.
Marcos Jr. took over in mid-2022: a particularly challenging time given sky-high food and fuel prices, and increased poverty rates resulting from the pandemic. He follows a dark legacy: Marcos's father, a former dictator, had ruled the Philippines with widespread corruption and human rights abuses. Marcos Sr. was eventually ousted and sought asylum in Hawaii, taking with him billions of dollars stolen from the Filipino people. Now, Marcos Jr. successfully returned his family to power following what was regarded as a highly successful propaganda campaign, perpetuated through social media. Critics of Marcos Jr. have accused his campaign of 'whitewashing' tragic stories of Filipino citizens who were imprisoned, tortured, or killed during Marcos Sr.'s period of martial law (our minds reflected back to current attempts by Serbs in Bosnia to reframe that genocide as a mere act of 'retaliatory killing').
"Judge me not by my ancestors, but by my actions," Mr. Marcos Jr. wrote in a statement—words, perhaps, we should all live by. Since that time, Western allies have praised Mr. Marcos for his tough stance on Chinese territorial disputes; others have criticized him for domestically maintaining the status quo in the face of profound hardship for many Filipino citizens. We wish the best for the Philippines in the upcoming years.
Manila - part 8
Our Lessons
I dedicate this page to professing my belief that Filipinos are some of the nicest, and most genuine people we have met. We witnessed many acts of kindness during our time here, but we were particularly struck by the generosity of our taxi driver, who pulled over to the side of the street to give change to a man begging for money. As a female traveler, I loved that this was quite possibly the only country we visited in which the majority of people, particularly those in the service industry, respectfully focus their attention and conversation toward the woman of the group first, rather than the man. While in Malaysia waitstaff and business owners would always direct questions at Eric and say “Sir,” here in the Philippines, the common greeting would be "Maam" (pronounced like 'Mom,' with eyes always directed at me), or sometimes “Maam sir” to address the two of us. As one (Wikipedia) author stated: “The Philippines is described to be a nation of strong women, who directly and indirectly run the family unit, businesses, government agencies, and haciendas... Compared to other parts of Southeast Asia, women in Philippine society have always enjoyed a greater share of equality." Eric, perhaps feeling left out, seemed to appreciate more than ever a comment from a passing traffic officer: "What a handsome man. He has such a good-looking nose!"
Singapore - part 1
Our Lessons
Even before hearing "It's a Small World" being played loudly in Singapore's iconic Supertree Grove, we could not shake our favorable first impression that this entire nation kind of resembles an amusement park. Never mind the endless shopping and entertainment accessible within moments of leaving our gate; what really makes Jewel Changi Airport stand out is the fact that it is structured around an enormous multi-level indoor greenhouse. In fact, it features the world's largest indoor waterfall, which drains 40 meters from a cylindrical ceiling in the center of the glass-enclosed transit hub. The airport is also unique in that security is next to the boarding gates—allowing travelers and casual shoppers alike to enjoy the mall. This is certainly the only airport we've ever been to where we stayed for a few extra hours after getting off the plane, just to relax and enjoy the sights, sounds, smells, and flavors!
Singapore - part 2
Our Lessons
Every piece of downtown Singapore seems like it was perfectly planned—in some ways, truly bringing to mind a Disney theme park. Vertical gardens can be found on almost every street corner. Pedestrian pathways interlinking different areas of town provide scenic views, are lined with flowers, and connect green spaces—and it’s great to see how fit and active the population seems to be, with multitudes of joggers and bikers taking advantage of these spaces. We particularly loved the view while biking across the Marina Bay harbor along a helical bridge, resembling human DNA. On a short walk west, we encountered old Chinese buildings with colorful fresh paint, which helped even the formerly chaotic Chinatown feel vivid and new. On top of this, everything seems to run efficiently and conveniently. For instance, we could swipe into any public transportation using only our credit card, without having to figure out how to buy a separate Metro card. Buses and trains could get us just about anywhere we wanted to go, and they come regularly and on time. Quite similar to our transit experience in Thailand, trains, buses and passenger terminals are sparkly clean here—a testament to the courtesy and mindfulness that has become a social norm for Singaporean people.
Singapore - part 3
Our Lessons
What is your definition of “freedom”? Freedom to do and say anything? Or is it perhaps, freedom to feel completely safe? In this imperfect world, one Singaporean friend made us think twice when she proposed, “Maybe real ‘freedom’ is the ability to walk alone outside at any hour of the night and not have to feel like you need to ‘watch your back.’” Certainly food for thought… although honestly, in contrast with Western stereotypes of how Singapore maintains law and order by becoming a "surveillance state," we actually did not feel like we were being watched, nor were there any obvious restrictions on normal activities. Were we able to jaywalk? Actually, yes. Could we drop trash on the street? We did not try it out of respect, and we were told that there is, in fact, a law that says you could be fined for throwing gum. However, our local friends assured us that no police officer would bother to chase us down for doing so! Interestingly, our friends commented that they could not even recall the last time they saw police with guns. To us, Singapore did not feel like any sort of “police state” whatsoever. On the contrary, it seems like people follow the rules because they generally don't mind—perhaps because they realize that everyone benefits collectively from following the rules. Brainwashing, or education? The latter, we would propose, given how economically successful this free capitalist society has become.
Singapore - part 4
Our Lessons
Weird history: Singapore never wanted to become a country. The island city/state was inaugurated by their first prime minister in 1965, when he tearfully delivered the news that their city had been unexpectedly ejected from the country of Malaysia, as a punishment for taking a firm stance against an increase in national taxes.
The new country quickly developed a reputation of ruling with an iron fist; however, its leaders also recognized that, based on its ideal location, Singapore had the potential to become a global trade hub. To accomplish this dream, Singapore’s government opened its ports and economy to the world: taxes were lowered, capital restrictions were minimized, and liberal immigration policies were implemented. Together, these policies have led Singapore to become one of the most successful and truly ‘cosmopolitan’ places on Earth. Furthermore, because the first prime minister of Singapore was Chinese, the nation has had a history of being particularly welcoming to Chinese people. As such, it is considered a ‘haven’ where Chinese citizens typically compose the upper class and do not experience undue hardship or discrimination (a regrettably common issue for well-meaning Chinese immigrants living in many other parts of the world).
Singapore - part 5
Our Lessons
Singapore’s government has embraced the idea that the success of its citizens brings success to the country as a whole. With this in mind, Singapore provides significant social support, while still maintaining its capitalist roots. For instance, the government provides ample funding for a cutting-edge education system—one which is said to be truly “meritocratic” in nature (in which hiring decisions are made based on a candidate’s ability, and not by favoritism or bribery). We are told, in fact, that the government even gives incentives for workers to pursue supplemental skills training —thus encouraging higher education even after they have joined the workforce! Amusingly, our local friends point out an imperfection in the system: getting a young child accepted into a prestigious elementary school (prior to that child having built up any 'merit') requires parents to build their family's reputation in unusual ways. For instance, it is not uncommon to see busy parents performing volunteer jobs at the school that they eventually want their children to attend, in order to increase their chances of acceptance!
Once their child is accepted into a quality school, Singaporean parents are known to turn up the pressure at a young age. We are told parents put tremendous stress on their children to succeed here. It is typical for children's schedules to be crammed with extracurricular activities, which they are expected to do as perfectly as their schoolwork.
Singapore appears to have lots of public housing and a very low rate of homelessness (over a week, we only saw one person sleeping on the street, and he appeared to be drunk, rather than homeless). Standards of living as a result are generally quite high; however, we have read that a high level of inequality continues to exist.
Singapore - part 6
Our Lessons
So, what is so unique about Singapore that has led to such tremendous economic success, we asked? Its strategic location for trade and friendly policies towards foreign investment are commonly cited reasons… but many other countries have these advantages as well. Scholars speculate that perhaps two additional factors are giving Singapore its “winning edge”:
First, The Economist writes that Singapore has an efficient and “honest” government, which has led to long-lasting stability and dependability: features almost universally enticing to growing businesses, which are logically drawn to countries where they can feel comfortable that tax and trade regulations will remain unchanged a long time to come. In fact, it is speculated that the actual form of government does not matter much, as long as it is predictable. Even a world-leading democracy like the U.S. may seem less appealing for investment if its business-related laws continue to change with every election cycle!
Second, Singapore’s high-quality education system has consistently ranked near the top on the PISA Worldwide Ranking (which assesses the education systems of different countries). Education’s benefits are two-fold: obviously, it creates skilled workers, who tend to be more productive... but educating one person also has “positive externalities,” which means that an individual’s advancement in education will also help others. “For instance, a highly educated person may be more likely to set up a profitable business that would, in return, give a job to other people” (EHL Insights, 2019). As we have observed all over the world, quality education is the key to greater success for the whole society!
Singapore - part 7
Our Lessons
Given the strength of the Singapore Dollar, we were pleasantly surprised to find that visiting here can be quite affordable as a tourist. On one hand, the movie Crazy Rich Asians was truthful with its depiction of the city's plentitude of high-end products and fine dining, which can be very expensive. However, on the other hand, the city has an abundance of amazing free attractions to be enjoyed. For starters, the well-known Gardens on the Bay definitely lived up to expectations. With $0 paid, we spent hours roaming around this beautifully landscaped public park, staying through the evening to watch a mesmerizing light show that occurs nightly at its central Supertree Grove. In our opinion, this was one of the best music-coordinated light shows we have seen (even in the absence of pyrotechnics).
Meanwhile, just on the other side of the 'sky-boat' shaped Marina Bay Sands resort mall, a second nightly laser show illuminates the building and fountains. This show is strategically positioned so that it can be seen anywhere from the inner harbor; however, it was hard for us to keep our eyes on just one attraction, because there was simultaneously a free fire-dancing show being performed at an outdoor amphitheater along the Esplanade! We remained well-fed throughout these experiences, as it turns out food options are diverse and healthy even on a budget (more on this later).
Singapore - part 8
Our Lessons
Singapore is a delight for the eyes year-round, but being present during its annual i-Light festival was particularly magical. In addition to the city’s many usual attractions, i-Light incorporates a series of illuminated exhibitions into the landscape along the Esplanade. Built entirely from recycled materials, each artistic creation is meant to whimsically represent an aspect of nature, to promote sustainability and eco-consciousness. Particularly memorable was a collection of hundreds of small golden-yellow bulbs attached to rotating wires. This clever construction allowed each bulb to bob up and down in a seemingly random formation, creating an ethereal illusion of wisps or fireflies dancing over an open field.
Singapore - part 9
Our Lessons
Having experienced Singapore, we affirm that fast food really can be both delicious and healthy. Certainly, the fact that the country is truly a "melting pot" of cultures contributes to competition between the world’s best cuisines. Perhaps it is for this reason that Singaporean food courts, also known as “Hawker centers,” could not be more different than the typical U.S. food court (and the limited and mediocre food choices it usually offers). In a Hawker center, one can find people of every class in society coming for a quick bite, because local chefs are always competing to find ways to keep their best recipes authentic and cost-effective. Their efforts do not go unnoticed: it is common to find multiple Michelin Star-awarded food stalls hiding away in a single Hawker center… and in spite of their fame, most award recipients continue to sell their amazing dishes for just a few dollars. Hawker centers are essentially the closest Singapore gets to 'street food,' since vendor carts and stalls are prohibited on streets and sidewalks. One benefit of this is that having vendors in a clean facility with regulatory standards (and drinkable tap water), allows tourists like us to feel comfortable trying any food without fear of upset stomachs. Best of all, the choices for healthy food are abundant, and just as cheap as the unhealthy/greasy options. If there was one country that could serve as a guide for the U.S. to reshape its fast-food industry, Singapore should definitely be it!
Some of our favorite foods in Singapore included: deliciously flavored soft chicken served over rice (creatively named, "chicken rice"); egg noodles with roasted duck; sauteed stingray; amazing egg tarts; and hands-down the best soup dumplings we have ever eaten.
Singapore - part 10
Our Lessons
Two highly memorable bar experiences in Singapore:
1. Atlas: we would rate this the most authentic Great Gatsby-style lounge we have ever seen. Taking in the lavishly embellished Art Deco geometry and impressive ceiling, sipping a cocktail here made us feel like VIPs in one of New York City's most exclusive speakeasies.
2. Spago at Marina Bay Sands: Laughing that we were living my best "Crazy jobless Asian" life, we enjoyed a classy evening of (one) drink atop Singapore's most iconic landmark. The views here were amazing, but the full menu was, not surprisingly, prohibitively expensive on our travelers' budget!
Walking west, away from Marina Bay and up along the Singapore River, we found countless waterfront restaurants, with good food, views, and spirits.
Singapore - part 11
Our Lessons
An indoor cloud forest: is this our future? What about a mall designed from an old city street, where old-style buildings and the street itself have been weatherproofed with a glass ceiling and treated with air conditioning? If a utopian/dystopian future brought on by climate change involves sustaining life by taking things that were once outdoors and bringing them safely indoors, Singapore is definitely ahead of the game. Sadly, the reality behind Singapore's admirable motivation to add greenery to its concrete jungle is the fact that 90% of its natural forests were destroyed during the island's early years, to make space for human industry. In the current day, reminders of the importance of advocating for sustainable climate policies can be found in just about every public green space. Although they cannot reverse the deeds of a past generation, we applaud Singaporeans for reminding us that "prevention" is more cost-effective than "fixing it later."
Singapore - part 12
Our Lessons
The 2018 film Crazy Rich Asians brought Asian Americans to the forefront of Hollywood. It reminded Westerners that many Asian cities—indeed, entire countries—simply do not fit the gritty "third world" stereotypes repeatedly portrayed in old cinema. On the contrary, we would comfortably say that cities like Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, and Bangkok seem more modernized than even our beloved New York City in many ways; and I was thrilled to see a movie that depicts this side of the story. For this reason, I particularly enjoyed our quick stops at the church where the movie’s wedding took place, as well as the location where the main character won a game of mahjong against her future mother-in-law (and realized that being herself was enough ♡).
Singapore - part 13
Our Lessons
Eric’s curiosity led us on a detour toward an unusual series of inter-connected skyscrapers. Although I was initially reluctant, in the end, his little side-quest did not disappoint. The buildings, we would learn, are a series of 50-story residential towers known as the “Pinnacles@Duxton” complex. After casually entering the lobby and taking one of the elevators to the top floor, our hearts sank as we discovered the roof entrance was locked. In a stroke of good fortune, a kind resident opened the door for us—granting us access to “the world’s longest sky garden ever built on skyscrapers,” spanning 500 meters across all seven towers. Strolling the length of this luxury sky bridge was unforgettable, granting us unobstructed views of the city in all directions.
Singapore - part 14
Our Lessons
Singapore, we were informed, is also the place where one can set foot on the “southernmost tip” of continental Asia. As we enjoyed fun moments exploring the ritzy Sentosa island with our globetrotting friend Toni, we could not help but struggle to process how this tourist attraction is truly considered “southernmost,” given that any map clearly demonstrates that the enormous Asian islands of Indonesia are farther south. The reason, it would seem, is that the term “continental” Asia excludes islands not connected to the mainland by a bridge. Seems like everybody wants their place to hold the title for something!
Singapore - part 15
Our Lessons
Biking around the Marina during sunset was captivating. You never know who you are going to meet again when traveling, and indeed the kinship we forged while weathering the jungle monsoon of Borneo led us to reunite with Sheng and Chun, the couple who shared this experience with us, and who incidentally lived in Singapore! Given our shared love for adventure, perhaps we should have been less surprised that our friends had us pushing our leg muscles to their limits—biking over 20 miles, across all of the city’s iconic bridges, weaving between hoards of locals who enthusiastically packed the sidewalks to enjoy the evening i-Light exhibitions. Touring the town with this charismatic duo, and letting them show us their favorite food spots and local dishes, comprised some of our fondest memories during this visit.
Singapore - part 16
Our Lessons
The grandeur, comfort, convenience, and creativity of Singapore’s malls cannot be overstated. Even as we peacefully collected our thoughts in the Orchard Mall’s public library, we could not help but feel mesmerized by the pleasing curves of its illuminated bookshelves. Although relatively small, this was definitely one of the prettiest libraries we have been to.
Melbourne - part 1
Our Lessons
Some say that Melbourne is similar to San Francisco: A funky art scene, creative graffiti, and lots of gourmet coffee shops create a “hipster” vibe. Food is delicious and expensive in both cities. Both Melbourne and San Francisco have large Chinatowns, and are famous for their trolley and tram systems… although Melbourne gets a winning point from us, because its tram system is completely free for everyone throughout the main downtown area.
People seem genuine and openly friendly in Melbourne. Its inviting downtown consists of a central business district, with modern, tall buildings. It is intermixed with many older-style brick buildings from the earlier part of the previous century.
Melbourne - part 2
Our Lessons
Although Melbourne has many government and religious buildings constructed in old classical stone architectural design, it is worth remembering that very few structures here were actually built before the 1800s. Having traveled through so much of Europe and the ‘old’ world, it is interesting to reflect on the fact that Australia was even more of a ‘new world’ than the Americas—at least from Europe’s perspective. Indeed, Australia was only colonized after Great Britain lost the United States’ war for independence. In their search for a new colony to supply resources and taxes back to England, the British monarchy noted that Australia had not yet been heavily populated by any European power. Thus began the aggressive influx of British citizens—some of whom moved by choice in search of opportunity; while others were forcibly shipped over to serve out prison sentences.
Of course, Australia was not really a ‘new world’ to all humans. In a familiar story, the British colonists forced the native Australian Aboriginal people off their lands in droves. Sadly, it is particularly difficult to ignore the Aboriginal Australians’ “we got here first” argument, in light of modern genetic testing, which has revealed that they indeed became genetically isolated approximately 58,000 years ago—confirming they have inhabited these lands tens of thousands of years before other ancestral groups! In fact, Aboriginal Australians are said to be “the world's oldest civilization.” The current politics of this is complicated, but we found it encouraging to have at least observed acknowledgments of colonial crimes against the Aboriginal people, enshrined in various monuments across the city. We encountered the most striking example of this upon entering Saint Paul's Anglican Church in the center of town: As we passed through the doors, we were greeted by the sight of an enormous globe rotating around the center altar—the highlight of a church-wide effort to recognize the struggles that all refugees are facing around the world. The exhibit was accompanied by a written acknowledgment, featuring refreshingly direct words to the Aboriginals: "We are sorry.”
Melbourne - part 3
Our Lessons
Melbourne is truly a melting pot of cultures and food. I was initially surprised to see so many of my own Vietnamese people and Vietnamese cuisine here, but then we learned that many Vietnamese refugees had migrated to Australia after the Vietnam War. Melbourne is known for its coffee and croissants, and we indeed had some amazing coffee in Melbourne. Unfortunately, the food here is expensive: $7 to $9 USD for a cup of coffee seems to be normal. We are told that many Australians earn a relatively higher base salary compared to Americans; thus these prices may not seem quite so high to locals.
Soccer/Football/Gridiron? Aussies appear to have a huge obsession with AFL: the “Australian Football League.” AFL football is quite different from American NFL football (sometimes called “Gridiron”): AFL rules require 18 players to be on the field, with shorter intervals in between plays, which occur more spontaneously with less strategic planning. We are told it is also common for opposing AFL players to push and shove each other randomly, which leads to frequent brawls that sometimes spill over into the audience! Meanwhile, like us, the Aussies use the term “soccer” to describe the game played at the World Cup.
Melbourne - part 4
Our Lessons
Built along the high cliffs of its southern coastline, the Great Ocean Road is one of Australia’s gnarliest highways. For us, a single-day trip down this road, which extended all the way until 2:00 AM, was a highlight of our experience in the Victoria Province. Interesting sights included a stop at a golf course inhabited by kangaroos; meeting wild koalas alongside the road, and a beautiful cruise along the gravel trails of Kennett River Park. Here, we drove past majestic eucalyptus trees shrouded in clouds. We took cover from the misty rain under the umbrella-like leaves of giant tree ferns, a primeval species native to eastern Australia that is as old as the dinosaurs.
The main event of the Great Ocean Road was at the end of our crazy-long drive: its massive, iconic cliff faces and jagged island plateaus. Each imposing formation has been given an imposing name, such as “The 12 Apostles” and “Razorback.” A constant barrage of wind and tall waves crashed along the sheer cliffs, many of which have eroded and fallen. Landscapes constantly change here, and even within our lifetimes, some formerly famous arches have collapsed from the constant pounding of the waves. The weather, constantly switching between rain and shine, led to a particularly beautiful drive along the highway due to the presence of countless rainbows. The cliffsides and the fauna reminded us somewhat of the Cape Town coastline.
Melbourne - part 5
Our Lessons
Having just come from the northern hemisphere, a sharp 5:00 PM sunset in June was a serious bummer; but it gave us ample opportunity to make a second, nighttime drive back through Kennett River Park. Despite my hesitations, Eric was determined to take me to a precise location within the park, which he had learned about through obsessive research on internet forums. Without a single wrong turn along the muddy pitch-black path, Eric led us to a wet, mossy rock face, enshrouded in ferns. Turning off our headlights produced total darkness… until before my eyes, the gentle blue glow of thousands and thousands of glow worms began to appear! Apparently, glow worms require very specific dark, windless, moist conditions to thrive: spaces where their bioluminescence can successfully attract unwitting flies, which entrap themselves in the sticky threads that the worms dangle vertically below them. This makes glow worms a rare sight outside of caves—one which local Aussies were quite shocked to hear we had found without a guide! Glow worms only exist in Australia, and more prominently in New Zealand; and since the latter was still closed to foreign travelers, Eric was resolute in finding them here. As we gazed with wonder into this magical blue “starfield,” I understood why.
For us, moments like this brought to mind news headlines from 2010, which covered a curious syndrome sometimes referred to as the “Pandora Blues.” At that time, James Cameron’s movie Avatar immersed viewers in a breathtaking world, whose creatures lived in harmony with nature—a world so beautiful, that many viewers reported sadness and longing after leaving the theater. Some fans experienced chronic depression and hopelessness, after concluding that Pandora is a fantasy which we humans will “never experience.” To those who despaired, we would emphatically assert that the contrary is true: We have experienced Pandora’s beauty in places, and in people, all over this Earth. To find it, one must risk stepping off the beaten path, away from one’s comfort zone; at times, one must let go and trust a stranger to show the way; and one must let down one’s guard, to be filled with awe by the imperfect perfection that surrounds us. In this way, “Pandora” is real; and we can feel empowered by stepping up and teaching others to step up to protect it.
Great Barrier Reef, Cairns - part 1
Our Lessons
Suba diving the world’s largest coral reef was a privilege like no other. Embarking from the small coastal town of Cairns, we took expeditions to Norman, Saxton, and Hastings reefs… enormous, yet just tiny fractions of the vast 1400-mile stretch of coral that makes up the Great Barrier Reef! Objectively, we would say that the coral here was not the most vibrant that we have seen; however, the massive size of the reef itself far exceeded anything we have explored before. In fact, since coral is alive, the Great Barrier Reef is known as the “largest living object that can be seen from outer space.” In some ways, the Great Barrier Reef can be compared to a living, breathing ‘metropolis.’ Microscopic coral, too small for the eyes to see, have secreted calcium over millennia, forming ‘towers’ as they have stacked higher and higher, one on top of another. As we dove through the reef, we were literally navigating a maze of coral, which almost resembled the high-rise buildings that flank pedestrians on both sides of a New York City street. In the reefs we visited, these coral towers rose 20 meters up from the sea floor, reaching all the way above the surface of the ocean at low tide (literally, a “barrier”). What an unforgettable experience.
Great Barrier Reef, Cairns - part 2
Our Lessons
Although we were already familiar with much of the marine life we saw here, everything was just bigger in the Great Barrier Reef! This is the first time we encountered truly giant sea clams, with mouths spanning 4 feet in diameter! Unlike their smaller cousins in El Nido, we found some of these giant clams living in isolation on the sea floor (apparently, hiding from predators amongst rocks and coral is not necessary given their size). These omnivorous clams have pipe-like siphons, which expel bodily fluids and draw water in, to filter-feed on plankton and other small prey that swim nearby. These clams are hinged, and they close rapidly when they sense our shadows overhead. Despite their intimidating appearance, we learned giant clams close their shells for protection, not to trap large prey; in fact, we have observed that the biggest clams can no longer seal themselves shut completely. However, this did not stop fellow travelers from excitedly spreading the unlikely story of a snorkeler in Bali, who reportedly drowned in 2010 after getting his fist trapped in a giant clam... a nightmarish tale!
As we navigated the ocean floor, we encountered many large parrotfish, whose scales displayed a mesmerizing array of colors. These fish may seem humble as they lazily swim, munching on bits of coral and debris, but they have a secret accomplishment to be proud of: Parrotfish are responsible for creating our beaches! These fish and other reef herbivores help to maintain coral reefs by grazing on algae that might otherwise smother the coral. Their unique teeth allow them to specialize in scraping off even the finest, filamentous algae that grow within coral skeletons. Their feeding does result in a bit of collateral damage, however: parrotfish often ingest chunks of coral, as well. Luckily, they have evolved a special set of “teeth plates” in their throats, which allow them to grind up the ingested coral with ease. The ground-up coral eventually gets pooped out as fine, white sand. Over time, this sand adds up to the point that scientists now estimate up to 70% of the sand on the beaches in the Caribbean and Hawaii has been excreted by parrotfish!
An unexpectedly memorable part about scuba diving in Cairns was the recklessness of the experience itself. En route to the reef, countless passengers got seasick because of the intense ocean waves. Passengers who stepped outside completely missed the noisy “Intro to Diving” lecture, which was being shouted by a single crewmember, who was already struggling to be heard over the noise of the engines to a room of 30 first-time divers. Once anchored, large waves crashed up onto the back of the boat, battering inexperienced tourists who struggled to properly affix their masks and regulators. Seeming to ignore their confusion, dive guides coaxed the alarmed newcomers to make a head-first jump into the water after only a cursory equipment check! Once four first-time divers were in the water, they were quickly grouped with just one dive master, who was given the overwhelming task of monitoring everyone’s safety despite minimal time to practice using their equipment. In the end, many first-timers who had paid to dive on this trip felt so intimidated that they elected to stay on the boat, rather than partake in this life-or-death activity! We were so appreciative of the excellent instruction we had received in El Nido just weeks prior—this was the only reason we were able to stay calm amidst the chaos and actually enjoy the experience.
Great Barrier Reef, Cairns - part 3
Our Lessons
Our encounters with land animals in Cairns were limited, but Eric could not help but ‘deep-dive’ into the science of a very interesting species of ant, which we repeatedly came across: the Green weaver. These ants have a unique way of fusing the leaves of trees together, to create spherical nests. Once a suitable home is identified, workers lock arms to form a chain of ants, strong enough to bend small outer branches towards each other. They then align the living leaves on these branches, arranging them in a circular cluster which they hold together for hours at a time. During this time, ant larvae are carried over to this new nesting site. As it turns out, weaver ant larvae excrete silk—allowing adult weaver ants to use them as a handheld ‘sewing machine’! Adults hold the larvae and carefully guide them across the edges of leaves, using their silk to literally ‘stitch’ adjacent segments together... and the end result is a silk-covered ball of leaves in which the colony lives!
Getting a bit closer than we probably should have, we saw dozens of green-abdomined ants standing guard on top of these nests. We later learned that these ants can be very territorial, thus creating a symbiotic relationship with the tree (which gains a long-term defense contract in exchange for providing the ants a home). The consequences can be harrowing for an unwitting human trying to pick fruit off an occupied tree: Swarms of hundreds of green ants will jump off branches to attack any predator they perceive as a threat to their tree’s wellbeing! One Aussie chuckled as he explained that this inevitably leads to what locals call the “Queensland Green Ant Dance”—which involves the unlucky victim running around, hopping and slapping their arms, searching for the nearest swimming pool to dive into.
Great Barrier Reef, Cairns - part 4
Our Lessons
Cairns had a small but beautiful gallery of Aboriginal art. We spent a morning admiring these colorful combinations and curving geometric patterns, which the artist creates using solid and dotted lines that flow in close proximity. Some paintings feature easily identifiable images of animals and the natural world, while others are completely abstract to the untrained viewer. We are told that each color and pattern traditionally has a very specific meaning, which Aboriginal Australians derive from the interpretations of their dreams.
Sydney - part 1
Our Lessons
It is sometimes joked that Australians and Americans have a ‘secret crush’ on each other, and as a result, they like many of the same things. Keeping this in mind, we could not help but notice the many similarities between the two iconic cities of Sydney and New York. Both feel modern and cosmopolitan, with beautiful waterfronts, bridges, and green spaces. Both feature neighborhoods with older brick buildings, dating back before the early 1900s; and both lean heavily on classical architecture in their downtown/financial districts. Some even see parallels between the Sydney Opera House and the Statue of Liberty: two famous illuminated landmarks along the water that define their respective cities. We would probably give a winning point to Sydney for cleanliness (though neither city is as clean, nor modern, as Singapore).
We particularly enjoyed exploring Sydney’s most historic parts, such as George Street: a market-lined boulevard that stretches the entire length of the old town. Most impressive was a now beautifully restored hillside area called “The Rocks,” where Australia’s original settlers were forced to live (“forced,” because these white settlers were the prisoners shipped from Great Britain to begin colonizing their new territory!).
Sydney - part 2
Our Lessons
Other striking observations about Sydney’s public spaces:
First, there seem to be many innovative, interactive playgrounds for kids, including zip lines and real-world science-related playground equipment: for example, a stream of water with multiple canals, and rubber stoppers that allow children (and Eric) to enjoy seeing how the flow changes when the flood gates are opened and shut!
For a moment of tranquility, we spent time in the Chinese Garden of Friendship: a lovely walled garden, that provides peace in the middle of a bustling city.
The beautiful public Green Square Library south of the city center was one of the most welcoming libraries we’ve seen for school-aged children. It featured ample colorful, well-lit areas to work and study, with interesting books for all ages. With so many fantastic public spaces, Sydney seems like a great place to live and raise a family.
Sydney - part 3
Our Lessons
Perhaps this was just our experience, but we were encouraged by signs of gender equality in the workforce during our time here. For example, we saw multiple female delivery workers and female construction workers—something that remains quite unusual in the U.S. (A quick internet comparison of workplace gender equality in U.S. and Australia seems to yield mixed results, with the only consistent consensus from year-to-year being that both countries need continued progress).
Overall, Sydney seems to stand out in our minds as an ‘inclusive’ place, with a lively LGBTQ scene, particularly south of the central business district. As in Melbourne, hipster vibes abound in this region. Embracing the mood, we ended up spending over an hour browsing an enormous warehouse selling vintage goods, entranced by the store’s unusual collection of artifacts and trinkets from a bygone era.
Sydney - part 4
Our Lessons
On our first night in Sydney, we chuckled that the Universe must have caught on to our love for ‘illumination,’ and so was guiding us to the right places at the right times. Just as we had fortuitously arrived in Singapore during the i-Light festival, we likewise had the good luck of traveling to Sydney during Vivid: yet another annual city-wide light spectacle! And in this post-pandemic year, Sydney had gone all-out: the streets and buildings were decked out with various immersive and colorful light displays, stretching east from the Sydney Opera House, all the way west to Darling Harbor. Some of these exhibits were huge: the Opera House and the Contemporary Arts Museum had morphing psychedelic projections covering their entire facades. In addition, dozens of coordinated searchlights had been placed all along the harbor area’s rooftops and the Sydney Harbour Bridge. This was truly an awe-inspiring event that was clearly meant to unify the town, bringing everyone together to enjoy one extravagant light show.
Sydney - part 5
Our Lessons
Although on the eastern side of Australia, Sydney’s location on the water offers plenty of unforgettable sunsets. Some of our personal favorites: the view from “Mrs. Macquarie's Chair” botanical gardens lookout point (best views of the sun setting over both the Opera House and Harbor Bridge); the rock cliff just north of Hornby Lighthouse (the most secluded, with simultaneous views of sunset over the harbor and nightfall over the open sea); the rooftop of the old Palisade Hotel in the Rocks (for the best cocktails and views of the city); and a well-timed walk along the Sydney Harbour Bridge itself.
Sydney - part 6
Our Lessons
An inexpensive bus ride from downtown brings city dwellers to Sydney’s rocky eastern shoreline, where one can enjoy the beautiful Bondi Beach… or go for a swim in one of Sydney’s famous "rock pools.” Seriously, what a great concept: why waste time building a freshwater pool when one can carve a seawater pool at just the right height along the shoreline, so that the ocean can automatically keep the pool filled and refreshed? A lovely cliffside jog brought us to one of the area’s most classic ocean-fed pools: Bronte Baths. Powerful ocean waves crashed up against the pool’s rock walls, creating a breathtaking scene. Upon approaching, we noticed that the beautiful blue-tinged water of this pool was fairly devoid of swimmers. The reason was immediately obvious: despite it being ‘T-shirt weather’ in the sun, June is winter in Australia… and the water was really cold! Not to be outdone by the few brave souls who were nonchalantly swimming laps, we stripped down to our bathing suits and charged into the chilly water. While we will definitely not be making “Polar-bear plunges” a regular hobby of ours, this proved to be useful mental preparation for our upcoming trip to Antarctica...
As we rode up the beautiful, windy roads along the eastern Sydney coast heading towards the aforementioned Hornby Lighthouse for sunset, we passed by countless wealthy neighborhoods, with homes high up on the cliffs. We pondered why there is so much similarity between the shoreline of Australia and that of South Africa: craggy coastlines, beautiful golden-brown rock faces, and rough waves spraying refreshing mist into the air.
Sydney - part 7
Our Lessons
Aside from Vegemite and kangaroo meat (horridly malty and pleasantly tender, respectively), we did not encounter many uniquely “Australian” foods during our time here. Instead, as if it were truly ‘America's younger brother,’ just about every cuisine in Australia has been imported from another culture. Like Melbourne, there seems to be a major Asian presence, especially post-war Vietnamese citizens. Delicious phở soup is easily accessible, and boba tea could be found on every street corner as we walked down George Street. Just like in New York, tons of great prohibition-style bars can be found here (despite the fact that liquor was never prohibited in Australia!). Our favorite ‘speakeasy’: Uncle Ming, a Chinese “red light district”-themed bar that was indeed very red inside.
This may sound crazy, but it needs to be stated for the record: Some of the best dumplings we’ve eaten, in the whole world, were found in Sydney! Eric and I both swear that Uncle Ming’s made the most delicious shumai dumplings we have ever tasted (so nice, we ordered them twice). Then, on a separate night, we happened upon Laneway Dumplings And Momo, a small outdoor shop with weathered hanging lanterns and cheap tables in a back alley off of George Street. Bravo, once again Sydney: this homely spot succeeded in making our absolute favorite pan-fried pork-and-chive dumplings, ever (all for a small price of $6 USD for 16 dumplings!). (Disclaimer: The award for best soup dumplings still goes to Singapore!)
Sydney - part 8
Our Lessons
We also found a delightfully hearty ramen noodle soup at Gumshara in Chinatown. In another ‘first,’ this was the only ramen restaurant we have ever eaten at in which the soup base is so thick and flavorful, that they offer a side of extra diluted broth to water it down. Drank all your broth? No problem; the server will replenish your bowl, free of charge. Finally, a bowl of ramen that completely satisfied my hunger!
The only problem: food really is expensive here! Although we had difficulty coming to terms with the fact that much of Australia’s Asian food was overall even better than Singapore’s, we definitely did miss the cheaper prices at Singapore’s hawker stands.
Sydney - part 9
Our Lessons
Featherdale Wildlife Park: hands-down the best “hands-on” zoo we have ever been to! On arrival, the cheerful ticket agent encouraged us to buy a cone filled with food pellets, telling us that we may “feed and pet anything that hops” as we roamed around. To our surprise, it turns out a highly under-promoted feature of this park is the fact that it consists of areas where domesticated kangaroos and wallabies roam freely amongst the visitors! These animals are very friendly, gentle, unafraid of humans, and well-cared for by the staff. Upon walking into the kangaroo area with food in hand, within seconds we were surrounded by these courteous marsupials—some of whom were almost as tall as me, but politely waited their turns for me to offer them a bite to eat. I particularly fell in love with a mother kangaroo, whose baby joey peeked his head out of mom’s pouch to see what all the excitement was about! In another area, the wallabies (smaller marsupials similar to kangaroos) seemed a bit more timid, coming out intermittently for food but then hopping back behind fenced sanctuaries, which had openings large enough for wallabies but too small for humans. This was a clever design, which allowed these animals to feel secure that they don’t have to be handled if they don’t wish to be.
Sydney - part 10
Our Lessons
Equally exciting was a genuinely up-close-and-personal koala experience, which allowed us to get a one-on-one encounter with a zookeeper and her habituated koala named “Byron,” who has learned to remain content around strangers as long as he was simultaneously being fed! We were advised it was okay to pet Byron, but not to hold him; we obliged, and he was indeed completely docile around us. Koalas, we learned, are absolutely adorable but not the smartest. They thrive in wild environments with plentiful eucalyptus trees, but they will not eat any other foods. In fact, koalas' brains will not even identify eucalyptus leaves as food, if they have already been pulled off the branch. This means a koala will starve if only offered picked eucalyptus leaves on a plate or in a bowl!
Sydney - part 11
Our Lessons
Less pettable but equally amazing to meet were Australia’s native wombats, echidnas, Tasmanian devils, cockatoos, penguins, emus, cassowaries, and kookaburras sitting in their old ‘gum trees’ (a broad term colloquially referring to eucalyptus trees). Guests are even allowed to enter, unattended, into a double-fenced lorikeet enclosure, where these brilliantly rainbow-colored birds flew all around us.
An odd cinematic tangent about kookaburras: despite being found only in Australia and not in jungles, producers of early Hollywood movies like Tarzan and the animated Jungle Book (which took place in Africa and India, respectively) used clips of the bird’s distinctive 'laughing' call to set the mood for the films’ "exotic forest" scenes. Since that time, countless movies featuring a "jungle scene" have continued to re-use the same "Laughing Kookaburra" stock sound effect in the background (without ever showing the bird on-screen). Case-in-point: a kookaburra laughing can be heard in the Raiders of the Lost Ark prologue when Indy is searching for the idol in the Amazon. Jurassic Park (Costa Rica) and the new Jumanji (South America) are more modern examples of the audio clip’s use. Today, some film directors have acknowledged that the sound is out of place—yet continue to include it anyway, because “Laughing Kookaburra” has become so iconic in the minds of viewers that a jungle scene just doesn't seem 'authentic' without it!
Sydney - part 12
Our Lessons
Night at the Australian Museum: A weekly after-hours event allowed us to explore this place’s expansive natural history collection free of charge, alongside live music and a cash bar. Strolling through the museum’s large collections, we marveled at a lifesize recreation of a giant wombat: a bear-sized koala ancestor that was likely hunted to extinction by Aboriginal people perhaps 15,000 years ago.
We spent time in front of the museum’s interactive touchscreen exhibit, which demonstrated the effects of climate change around the Australian continent. It can feel sad and scary to face the harsh reality that these changes will continue to get worse in our lifetimes... and we are not the only ones who think so. Climate change "fears" seem to be a very prominent theme here in Sydney. The museum exhibit notes that "some may feel hopeless, like it is too late" to fix the climate while showing ways we can still do our part. At the Sydney Opera House, ads were prominently on display for a prime-time show dedicated to “managing anxiety in a world of fear about climate change.” Bank billboards encourage customers to direct their financial investments towards institutions that work to “save the world, not ruin it.”
Our personal take on all this: Yes, increasingly certain predictions of civilization-altering climate change should give us anxiety! Perhaps the key to finding inner peace is not through meditation, but rather by educating ourselves on how scientists hope to mitigate the problem, and by individually taking small actions to support and advocate for groups and leaders who are taking larger actions.
Sydney - part 13
Our Lessons
The tragic story of the “Stolen Generation,” a crime against Australia’s Aboriginal people: We learned that between 1910-1970, Aboriginal children were forcibly taken away from their native families and distributed to European orphanages or European foster families. The rationale, it was purported, was so that this new generation could benefit from being raised in a more “enlightened” European culture. Though it sounds absurd in hindsight, European families were convinced that their cause was noble: a way to “save” these children from growing up in “primitive,” “unacceptable” conditions. This heartbreaking action was sometimes referred to as “white-washing.”
Our lighter-skinned tour guide was a descendent of the stolen Aboriginal generation—a product of his “white-washed” grandparent marrying a European. Interestingly, his mixed mother, born into European culture, elected to return to her Aboriginal roots and married a pure Aboriginal man, his father. However, his mother later put him up for adoption to get him away from his dad, whom our guide stated was a "bad man." Our guide reports he was lucky because he subsequently was adopted by a loving family in Sydney. He admits that his lighter skin color and “Westernized” upbringing have without a doubt given him many advantages in life, as it is human nature to focus and discriminate against anyone who appears “different.”
Our guide shared that today, many Australians still look at strangers with classic Aboriginal features, and instinctively think: “troublemaker; thief; addict; uneducated; lazy; unproductive.” He admitted these stereotypes were true for his father, and he even agrees that they are probably true for a higher proportion of Aboriginal people. But what would one expect from a group who has suffered tremendous economic oppression and social isolation—a group who has been forced to live on undesirable land and had resources taken from them? Brutal treatment and the complete disruption of a group of people, through colonization and war, produces more than a simple ‘scar’: it also leads to behaviors that may initially promote survival, but later become socially maladaptive. It leads to trauma, depression, and jaded mindsets that will be passed on for generations. Under these conditions, such groups will ultimately fail, if not given the appropriate opportunities to break the cycle.
Sydney - part 14
Our Lessons
Fortunately, we were informed that Australia’s current government has been making its biggest attempts yet to amend the past. A constitutional “referendum” is slated to be held in October 2023, to vote on allowing a cohort of Australian Aboriginals to represent their people and voice their opinions in the Australian Parliament. Proponents argue that giving tribes a voice is crucial, as each tribe is culturally different, with unique situational needs. It is the government's job to ask representatives from each tribe what they want most and to seek ways to adapt.
Communication will be key, as not all requests may be viable: For instance, we are told that some Aboriginal people still live on reserved lands known as “missions,” and that these people would like to have more of the historical lands stolen from them given back, so they may return to more “traditional” ways of living. This is complicated, however: imagine trying to live off a piece of returned land in a traditional way, when the rivers surrounding you have been overfished, and the animals you hunt cannot repopulate because they are not able to thrive in the urban spaces beyond your borders. Other Aboriginal groups, we are told, just want the opportunity to keep their cultures and traditions alive, while living a comfortable suburban lifestyle. Right now, even this is extremely difficult, in the face of socioeconomic barriers.
Perhaps, current initiatives could focus on returning land when able; but more critically, making equitable education and opportunities available to those Aboriginals who wish to remain partially integrated. As always, education must also be extended to the “privileged” population: for if we know nothing about someone “different” from us and if we cannot imagine ourselves in their shoes, it is our nature to continue giving preferential treatment to those who seem most "like us.” In our travels around this beautiful world, we have found that outward appearance is rarely indicative of the many similarities we share on the inside.
Sydney - part 15
Our Lessons
One face that is just a bit too different for us to ever understand, however, is the face at the entrance of Sydney’s Luna Park. Frankly, passing under its beady eyes and glowing teeth to enter the park is purely terrifying. Turns out the 30-foot-tall “smiling” face has had 8 facelifts over his lifetime so far, with the latest one in 1995. The design is based on Arthur Barton's 1960 "Old King Cole" face and in our opinion, it belongs in a scary movie instead of a children’s amusement park!
Having visited two of the most infamous places where Australian troops lost their lives during World War II in Turkey and Borneo, it was humbling to pass through a large stone memorial constructed to honor these fallen ANZAC troops. Its unique central room contains samples of soil, which had been taken from one hundred battlefield sites of significance around the world. The memorial’s website explains, “The intention is not to glorify war, but to acknowledge the common experiences of loss and grief of all people involved in conflict as a basis for empathy and understanding, a way to remember our joined history, and to acknowledge sites where many who made the ultimate sacrifice still lie.”
Viti Levu Island - part 1
Our Lessons
"Bula” from Fiji! Every morning, stepping out of our bungalow, we heard this warm word of “hello” being proclaimed enthusiastically by everyone on the island—even when Eric was not fully awake yet!
A small bungalow right along the pristine Natadola beach was a perfect place for us to rest in our 35th country. Waking up to the sounds of ocean waves and the sight of turquoise-blue water felt like paradise on Earth. As we rubbed our feet into soft white sand, mixed with smooth fragments of colorful shells and pink coral, time slowed down for us. Literally, this is the slowest six days we've had since starting our journey exactly one year ago. No city tours; no history lessons; no running around looking at monuments. Here, we simply explored the ocean floor instead... and in this so-named "Coral Coast," what we saw was truly amazing!
Viti Levu Island - part 2
Our Lessons
Natadola Beach is an enormous "U"-shaped beach filled with beautiful scenery. The left side of the beach is occupied by two resorts—our small earthy Yatule Resort, and the enormous Intercontinental Resort—featuring more food options, multiple live bands playing at the resort’s multiple pools, tons of light pollution, and horseback tours (which left intermittent trails of horse poop that luckily got washed away by the ocean waves).
On a clear night, we left our resort with two new Filipino friends to go stargazing. Attempting to escape the floodlights from the resorts, we walked a mile, to the farthest end of the beach, until we were stopped by high tide and a sharp rockface. We laid down and enjoyed a beautiful view of the Milky Way and counted almost a dozen shooting stars from this darkest, farthest corner of Natadola Beach. However, the inner adventurer within Eric kept wondering what was around the bend. On the map, past the rockface was a place called “Dubua Point,” which appeared to be a local, completely unexplored beach (at least, ‘unexplored’ in the sense that there were no photos posted online of it!).
Viti Levu Island - part 3
Our Lessons
Eric insisted we return in daylight to find Dubua Point, and the journey turned out to be a very memorable adventure. This time, it was low tide, and our walk along Natadola Beach led us across a tidal pool that stretches the northern length of the beach—which revealed a plethora of marine life within our hands’ reach! Fields of hundreds of brittle stars waved their dancing arms at us. Small sea snakes literally jumped out of the way ahead of our steps. Sea cucumbers sat comfortably in the shallow water, extending their black tentacles to filter bits of sand. Thin sea slugs moved elegantly like wavy cuts of ribbon, dancing and squeezing around any obstruction in their paths. Stubby, rock-shaped crabs camouflaged themselves indistinguishably next to actual rocks. Some crabs even played dead until lifted up by Lan’s stick, which triggered them to jump immediately into a defensive stance. Carefully stepping around wildlife sometimes meant treading along patches of "bubble" seaweed, which popped beneath our feet.
Viti Levu Island - part 4
Our Lessons
We then put on our water shoes and crossed around the rocky outcropping, triumphantly reaching Dubua Point. This beach turned out to more closely resemble a mangrove swamp. During low tide, the muddy sea floor was dry and walkable, which gave us the opportunity to see even more fascinating sea creatures! This included mudskipper fish, hopping from one puddle to the next to avoid our shadows. We encountered tiny mud-colored crabs, which all appeared to be carrying something bright orange—but on closer inspection, this was actually the crabs’ dominant claw, which was different in color but the same size as the entire rest of their bodies! These are “fiddler crabs,” and we learned the males use these brightly-colored claws both to defend their territory and to energetically “flag” down prospective females from afar.
As we walked along, we curiously encountered dozens of faint, star-shaped outlines in the sand. Eric dug beneath one of the imprints, and pulled out a live starfish! These “sand-sifting sea stars” are able to bury themselves completely under the sand—a skill that incidentally helps keep sand beds aerated, clean, and algae-free, making them valuable assets for saltwater aquarium owners.
Upon climbing up some rocks, we were surprised to see horses standing in a pasture of freshly-eaten grass. Looking down from this small vantage point gave us a breathtaking view of the low-tide sea in front of Dubua Point: a perfect combination of tropical trees and crystal-clear water, spotted with dark streaks of rocks, seaweed forests, and coral. The stillness of the shallow tide provided a perfect mirror reflection of the blue sky.
Viti Levu Island - part 5
Our Lessons
Departing our bungalow with snorkeling gear in hand, it took no more than a few minutes of swimming in either direction for us to reach some of the most colorful coral reefs we have ever seen. Unique to our travels, here we observed numerous adjoining clusters of distinctly-colored coral, which seemed to have gracefully taken turns overlapping and intertwining with one another as they had grown, forming an entire color spectrum before our eyes. Although we sadly brought no camera with us, these memories will stay in our minds for a lifetime: Large rocklike brown-and-white coral blocks layered with streaks of pink and violet; Geometric orange micromussa corals dotted with patches of brilliant fluorescent green; Red sea fans gracefully dancing around the blue rays of the sun above; Fish of all colors peeking out amongst the waving folds of yellow soft coral and purple sea anemones. A large 2-foot-long pufferfish with a black-and-white pattern swam leisurely below us, while smaller golden puffers hid at eye level under the shadows of large table coral.
As we explored deeper, we were intrigued as a large school of zebra-striped fish approached us, encircled us, and started swimming laps around us. We marveled in wonder at this moment of oneness with nature; then became perplexed as to why these fish wouldn’t leave; and finally asked ourselves if we were about to become their next meal! Luckily, after several minutes, the fish dispersed, and we later discovered that their behavior was the result of resort tours, who often distributed pieces of bread for snorkelers to feed groups of fish at this location. Thus, these ‘affectionate’ fish were just using us for food!
Eric claims his proudest moment of the day was when he finally spotted a black-and-white nudibranch! These “sea slugs” come in just about every color and look like aliens from another world. Historically, the two featherlike appendages sprouting from their heads were thought to be antennae, but we now know they are actually a set of anterior gills. Observing this illusively tiny creature was a huge victory for Eric, who had been meticulously searching patches of coral for them ever since I told him that I had spotted two in the Philippines (without knowing what they were!).
Approaching the shore once more, Eric floundered in the shallows like a beached whale—belly down, snorkel still on, trying to get his last glimpses of marine life before we departed the island. Unfortunately for him, I had already taken my gear off and started walking ahead... and as luck would have it, my pace was perfectly timed with that of an octopus, who writhed and slapped his tentacles against the shallow rocks as he scooted past me. My first-ever octopus sighting!
Viti Levu Island - part 6
Our Lessons
One note about Viti Levu Island: Our self-imposed period of ‘isolation’ at Yatule Resort could have almost felt like an obligatory ‘quarantine,’ save for the fact that the natural beauty that surrounded us meant we had no desire to leave! Aside from the resorts and some nearby farms, there was no other civilization within walking distance. Growing tired of a-la-carte resort food, one day I joined a couple of guests on a thirty-minute car ride to the closest food market. Later, these friendly Kiwis would help Eric build an impressive beach bonfire. Our travelers’ spirits aligned as we talked, laughed, and joked over a raging blaze… with no one worrying about just how big the logs we added were! Junior, one of our native Fijian resort workers, shared with us stories of his home village, while also getting us excited for daily beach volleyball (a sport which Eric subsequently discovered was one of his wife’s many skills. Even after 6 years together we still surprise each other sometimes!)
Viti Levu Island - part 7
Our Lessons
We learned that Fiji has struggled with the coexistence of multiple cultures in its relatively small islands. "Native" Fijians (Melanesians) lived here first. After becoming a British colony, Indians were bought over as low-wage indentured servants to assist with sugar cane farming. Fiji was granted independence in 1970, but unfortunately in the context of resource scarcity, ethnic polarization between native Fijians and non-native Indians only worsened. Multiple military coups have occurred. To this day, tensions remain high, we are told. Apparently, native Fijians have ownership of almost all the land; thus, Indians and other newer residents can only rent land. Business-minded non-natives, most recently including Chinese nationals, have found ways to build on rented land, creating prosperous businesses for themselves. This has irritated native Fijians. Meanwhile, the Indians are upset because they have now been rooted here for many generations, and they still do not have rights to land ownership. Our taxi driver is Indian, and he directed most of his frustrations towards the newer Chinese arrivals, who he sees as taking away opportunities from his own people.
Viti Levu Island - part 8
Our Lessons
On our final night in Fiji, we enjoyed a lively fire dance show at our resort. The show was performed by our smiling resort staff—the same individuals who prepared our food, cleaned our rooms, and served as our front-desk receptionists! Our small audience of a dozen resort guests erupted in applause at the impressive display of strength by the guys: three men holding each other up as they twirled ignited magnesium and kerosene-soaked batons. Admittedly, the show was a bit awkward at times, as some resort staff were clearly more well-practiced in fire performance art. As of June 2022, Fiji’s hard-hit businesses were just beginning to recover from lockdowns and ongoing COVID testing/quarantine laws... which led us to wonder whether “fire dancing” was even included in these workers’ pre-pandemic job descriptions (or if they had to create their own show to ‘sub in’ for a professional team which was no longer affordable)! In other signs of hardship, it looked like our little resort could not afford to light their gas torches at night, or even fix the lights of their ‘24-hour’ swimming pool! This contrasted starkly with the large, luxury-branded Intercontinental Resort next door, which was booming with club music, blindingly bright nighttime illumination, and partying tourists. A sad reminder that small, authentic, locally-owned businesses inevitably have the most trouble weathering hard times.
During this night of festivities, our resort staff also prepared us a local meal using a lovo, an underground barbecue which is strikingly similar to the one we experienced in the deserts of Jordan (we love how cultures half a world apart have learned the same tricks to cook great food!). We also had the opportunity to try kava, a traditional drink of Fiji and the Pacific Island cultures. When the kava plant’s roots are crushed and strained with water, the resulting beverage has mildly narcotic and sedative properties. It is served in a large communal bowl as part of the traditional ‘kava ceremony’ to welcome guests into the community. When consumed, it creates a sense of calm and relaxation, as well as a numbing sensation around the mouth, lips, and tongue. I did not drink enough to feel the full-body effects, but my mouth was definitely numb even after a few sips!
Ha Noi - part 1
Our Lessons
My homeland’s name, “Vietnam,” is more accurately written as two words: Việt Nam. In ancient times, Việt meant “People of the Dragon,” and Nam means “South.” Put together, the name “Southern People of the Dragon” reflects our shared heritage with ancient China, but emphasizes our geographical and cultural individuality. To me, Viet Nam has been a place of organized chaos; a nation which is struggling to preserve its traditions, while simultaneously evolving with the modern world. I was pulled away from this country of my birth when I was 8 months old; yet this small and diverse landscape always seems to make me feel right at home with every visit.
Ha Noi - part 2
Our Lessons
Walking around Hanoi’s old quarter can easily send our olfactory senses into a confused overdrive. Delicious aromas emanate from a row of noodle stalls, just a few feet away from a pile of rotting trash. At cramped markets, the sweet scent of colorful and exotic fresh fruits clashes with the pungent odors of over-ripe durian and jackfruits. Even the scent of coffee can vary quite distinctively, but only in good ways: on every street corner, busy locals have an opportunity to sit at an outdoor cafe to recharge with a helping of coffee made with sweet condensed milk, coconut, almond, or whipped egg (our personal favorite). One thing is for sure: Hanoi definitely has its ways of keeping our energy levels up!
Given the lengthy process of re-applying for pediatrician jobs after a leave of absence, Eric began his search for jobs in the U.S. during our time in Hanoi. This regrettably gave us less time to explore together; but it did not stop us from eating our way through Hanoi, especially when my parents and our friend, Toni, traveled here to join us for a few weeks.
Ha Noi - part 3
Our Lessons
One of our favorite buffets was at Sen Tay Ho Restaurant (Eric first took me here for my 34th birthday, and we loved it so much we came back three more times with our travel partners before leaving the city). The massive spread of food here is overwhelming, with hundreds of options including authentic Vietnamese, Asian fusion, and Western flavors. We were so full after one of these dinners that our taxi ride through Hanoi’s typical winding streets and stop-and-go traffic almost led my mother to throw up!
Ha Noi - part 4
Our Lessons
Restaurants of all kinds abound in Ha Noi. Fresh, delicious food can be found at almost any price range. Because food is typically prepared at the time it is ordered, it is unusual to find food that is ready to go as speedily as American ‘fast food’ chains. However, we have discovered that the quality of ‘cheap’ food can be just as good as pricier options. Therefore in our experience, what you are really paying for in more expensive restaurants is the atmosphere. Restaurant decor can range from cramped plastic chairs and knee-height tables to lavish ambiance.
Some of my favorites like banh my (Vietnamese baguette sandwiches), xoi (flavored sticky rice), and banh bao (sweet, doughy ‘bao’ buns) are readily available on most street corners, and they are full of flavor. Although I am known to be a diverse eater, I truly believe I could happily live off of these simple dishes… and with the high exchange rate of the U.S. dollar, we could eat as much as we wanted without breaking our budget!
Ha Noi - part 5
Our Lessons
Besides cheap tasty food, most preventative health care services here are also cheap compared to the U.S. For this reason, my parents also took this opportunity to tune up their pearly-white smiles. After their dental visit, we followed Google’s directions and walked through several long, narrow alleyways to find a highly rated bun nam (fermented noodles) shop. Upon arriving at our destination on GPS, we were surprised to find it looked like someone’s house. Seeing us hesitating in front, a smiling owner greeted us at the door and confirmed that she was currently running the restaurant out of her house! She walked us up to a dining area on the second floor, which she explained used to be a guest room. She then shared with us that she is now conducting business out of her home due to the recent loss of her shop. Her story was quite startling, and disheartening: despite having ownership of her shop and its plot of land, the government ordered her to close, due to road expansion—and that part of her land was being reclaimed in order to expand the road! She stated she had refused to oblige and presented the deed to the land, but because of how corrupt the officials are, they actually broke down the shop’s walls with her family still inside! Although she has initiated a lawsuit, she states she doesn’t have much hope of winning, given how deep corruption runs here.
This is indeed a sad reality of the Vietnamese government; one which I have regularly heard horror stories about, and now have had first-hand experience with. Recently, while trying to help my grandparents transfer the deed of their land to my Vietnamese-citizen parents, I realized that most officials assigned to the case either legitimately did not know their own policies and procedures—or intentionally withheld information. Doing so resulted in multiple trips, back and forth to various offices, to procure documents or other pieces of information—only to be told, upon return, that something else was needed. In addition, government workers’ service fees are constantly changing, with no clear deadlines given, leaving us to feel hopeless with the system.
For local Vietnamese, it is common knowledge how to rectify these issues: the greater the “tip” you give the official, the fewer the details that will be accidentally forgotten, and the faster the work will get done for you. Sadly, as in other parts of the world, this type of bribery has become so socially normalized that most people just shrug and accept it, as it is the only way to get things done. In Vietnam, “tips” are necessary to receive quality medical care, to get accepted into quality schools, and in many aspects of business.
Having experienced life and hardship both in Vietnam and the U.S., this encounter was all-the-more frustrating when I think about the big picture: In truth, the average Vietnamese person has an extremely diligent work ethic; they regularly face challenges in their lives which push their patience and physical bodies to the limits; yet, their motivation to improve their lives for themselves and their families has taught them to persevere, long after the average ‘privileged’ person would have looked for help, or just given up and tried something else. This work ethic has been forged out of necessity, for lack of other options. If one day all the corruption, red tape, and success barriers suddenly disappeared, I wonder just how little time it would take for this beautiful country and its citizens to begin thriving beyond all expectations.
Ha Noi - part 6
Our Lessons
Crossing the streets in Hanoi can be an adrenaline-charged activity, regardless of whether it is our first time or our twentieth. It is true that the safest way to cross any busy street in Viet Nam is simply to start walking—and to continue moving at the same pace, thus allowing the cars, motorcycles, rickshaws, and bicycles to navigate around you. No matter how well I know this practice, my heart always skips a beat when multiple moving vehicles are approaching, and there is no pedestrian walkway in sight!
We were ecstatic to have my parents and our friend Toni join us in Hanoi to make new memories together. On a rainy evening, we escaped the outdoor wetness to enjoy an indoor Water Puppet Show at Thanh Long Theatre in the center of Hanoi’s Old Quarter. The unique sounds coming from traditional drums and horns, wooden bells and cymbals, monochords and gongs, as well as bamboo flutes and serenading vocals, were all captivating. The singers sung cheo, a traditional form of opera from northern Viet Nam, which is used to tell stories that are being acted out by the puppets. My mom fondly recalls a time when she and her young school friends would run to their village’s center, to listen when these traveling singers came to town. Unfortunately, like most traditional arts, this style of singing is slowly fading out, as younger generations prefer modern Viet Pop.
Ha Noi - part 7
Our Lessons
While exploring on foot, we saw the city’s architectural timeline on full display: old Chinese-inspired pagodas; French-style plazas; aging Socialist-era concrete homes stacked tall to maximize space; and shining new malls and mega-hotels, all competing for a sky view. It is common to see extremely narrow buildings in this overpopulated city, as was the case in our 4-star hotel with just one front-facing room per floor. Despite the hotel’s small size, its staff’s big hearts gave us memorable experiences during our two-month stay here. We would wake up every morning with at least a dozen freshly prepared breakfast options to choose from. My mom’s favorite dishes were banh cuon (rice paper rolls with minced pork), sweet purple yams, flavorful phở, and bun thin noodle soups, which reminded her of her childhood. The restaurant manager always made sure that we had all of our favorite dishes, and she even packed away exotic fruits and Vietnamese iced coffee for us to have to-go. She even went out of her way to buy us a pocket-sized umbrella as a gift, after finding out that we had left ours in a taxi. For my birthday, the staff even surprised me with a cake in our room! Before our departure, the manager gifted my parents some local tea, which they loved so much that they ended up buying more.
Ha Noi - part 8
Our Lessons
Hand in hand, Eric and I strolled with whimsical admiration down the center of the functioning railway track that divides the two sides of Ngõ 224 Lê Duẩn, better known as Ha Noi’s famed “Train Street.” On either side of us, multiple levels of shops and cafes adorned their balconies with colorful silk lanterns, reminiscent of old town Hoi An (a can’t-miss tourist city that we explored as part of our honeymoon during a previous trip to Viet Nam). At ground level, my wandering eyes couldn’t help but notice that we could see directly into people’s homes. I wonder, if given the choice, whether these people still wish to live here, with hundreds of tourists sitting on the curbs in front of their houses every day to watch the trains pass by.
We stopped by a café along the tracks and met a friendly waitress. She shared with us a story of when the area was closed down due to a tourist carelessly sticking his hand out to take pictures while the train was approaching. This incident not only prevented other tourists from seeing the area, but it damaged all of the local businesses here—a reminder to all of us that the consequences can extend beyond ourselves when disrespecting the etiquette of a place.
Ha Noi - part 9
Our Lessons
During our tour of the Mausoleum of President Ho Chi Minh, endearingly a.k.a. “Uncle Ho” to many Vietnamese, we encountered an unexpected sight: Ho Chi Minh himself. Indeed, his embalmed body is on display here for all to see. He rests in the central hall of the mausoleum, covered by a clear glass casing, protected by military guards around the clock. It was an eerie feeling seeing a life-sized corpse on full display. Interestingly, we learned that it is a single skilled lab in Moscow which is responsible for the preservation of many high-profile socialist leaders, whose bodies are on display around the world. In addition to Ho Chi Minh, the group (referred to as “Lenin Lab”) handles routine re-embalming and reparations for the 90-year-old corpse of Vladimir Lenin. It has also embalmed, among others, North Korean leaders Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il.
Although his political views are still controversial between North and South Vietnamese, few deny that Ho Chi Minh was a brilliant leader of his time: he made himself relatable to the common people; executed clever military strategies; was skillful diplomatically, and spoke six languages. His influence ultimately allowed Viet Nam to gain independence.
Built in 1070 and remaining open until 1779, the Temple of Literature is Vietnam's first national university used to educate Vietnam's royalty and elite (it was only in 1802 that the Nguyễn dynasty relocated the monarchy to Huế and established a new imperial academy). This place is now one of several temples in Viet Nam that is dedicated to Confucius. Its significance has led it to be featured on the back of the 100,000 Vietnamese đồng, and I certainly did not miss an opportunity to take a replica picture of this!
Ha Noi - part 10
Our Lessons
While the West is familiar with the tale of King Arthur pulling an all-powerful sword from a stone, the East is perhaps more well-versed in the tale of Vietnamese Emperor Lê Lợi, who acquired his enemy-vanquishing sword from a local fisherman. The fisherman brought it to the emperor after repeatedly finding the sword caught in his net. The sword, borne with the power to change fate, is said to have helped the emperor defeat the invading Chinese army. Are both legends merely myths?
Interestingly, both the legend of King Arthur and Emperor Le Loi required their respective swords to be returned to a watery being, to avoid corruption from the sword’s power. Alas, modern historians report there is no archaeological evidence to support the existence of Arthur, his sword Excalibur, or the Lady of the Lake (to whom legend states he returned the sword). Le Loi, on the other hand, was a real Vietnamese general and emperor, known to have lived in the 1400s. The history of his outnumbered army’s successful victory over the Chinese is well-documented. As for his sword: the legend states he returned it to a lake in the center of Ha Noi, to a giant golden turtle who clasped it in its mouth and disappeared beneath the green waters. The lake was renamed Hoan Kiem Lake (“Lake of the Returned Sword”), and a stone pagoda was constructed at the lake’s center to commemorate Le Loi’s victory. Although the sword has never been found, the unusual existence of giant turtles in Hoan Kiem Lake is unquestionably true! Today, at the temple alongside the lake, the preserved bodies of two Rafetus turtles are in a viewing room, behind glass for all to see. The turtles’ huge table-like shells and preserved bodies were massive, reminding us of the tortoises in the Galapagos. The newest turtle on display had been named Cu Rua, or “Great-Grandmother Turtle.” Cu Rua died an ominous death in 2016: Although she may have been strong enough to carry a sword capable of defeating the Chinese empire, her ailing body was no match for the worsening pollution of the lake—which scientists had been warning the city for years were putting Cu Rua’s health in jeopardy. Ironically, in 2017 the government announced a $1.28 million project to clean up the lake, a year after Cu Rua's death—too little, too late.
Pha Lê - part 1
Our Lessons
After a 3 hours’ bus ride north from Ha Noi, we reached my home town of Pha Le. The roads on our way here have changed: over a short four years since our last visit, they have gone from narrow, uneven pothole-filled streets, to freshly-paved and expanded highways. Once we passed the nearest city of Hai Phong, we found ourselves in my old hometown—one with nameless alleyways and numberless homes (Eric still can’t believe how the mailman accurately delivers mail here. Perhaps for this reason, mail is often delayed and sometimes goes missing completely!).
Pha Lê - part 2
Our Lessons
In the corner of a small intersection right before Pha Le Elementary School stands a simple two-story, ten-by-fifteen foot home. Made out of red bricks and concrete, it has two wooden windows, and three wooden doors. The doors are always wide open, as the first-floor space is currently used as a snack shop for school children. Various pouch-sized snacks hang from the doors, adding a pop of color to these plain gray concrete walls. The interior feels like a hollow box, except for one built-in wooden ladder, which leads to a wooden platform that serves as a second floor. Without proper beds, this upper floor used to be covered with pillows and blankets; it is where my family used to sleep together for three years, during my time back in Vietnam when I was seven to ten years old.
This home was built by my father’s and our family’s own hands. It has no indoor kitchen, no bathroom, and certainly no air conditioning. We did all of our cooking in a tiny yard out back, which also had an outhouse for us to use. At ten years old, I remember sitting at the front of the house on my tiny stool, selling snacks to my schoolmates. I was sometimes tasked with going out to buy large blocks of ice on my bicycle, to make red-bean chè, which we would sell on hot summer days. During operating hours, I often sat alongside my mother, who was constantly working hard making clothes for local customers as her primary job. She was known for her creativity and craftsmanship with fabric throughout our town—her precision and attention to detail brought a constant flow of customers to our front door. Meanwhile, her frugality with any excess fabrics meant that most of my and my brother’s clothes were multicolored. Because my mom could patch anything together, my whole family was solely wearing her “brand” of clothes until we arrived in the States. Presently, this home is occupied by my aunt’s family, who continues to use it as a snack shop to this day.
Pha Lê - part 3
Our Lessons
From my parents’ old house, walking one block to the left and taking a short turn down a narrow alley brings us to where my paternal grandparents live. Eric and I have stayed here every time we have visited my family, but this time the energy was different. My grandfather was critically ill with severe COPD, and he had just been released from the hospital after having been treated for COVID-19 pneumonia. This would end up being our last month with him. Although it is a tradition that is slowly fading away, the familial hierarchical structure in Viet Nam has taught most males to become cold and unapproachable father and grandfather figures. The social perception that has been passed down from one generation to the next is that in order for a man to gain order in his house—and to receive respect and obedience from his wife and children—he must set strict rules and express minimal loving emotions towards the family. This behavior encourages a degree of fear within any family, rather than openness, and mine was no exception. Due to circumstances, I didn’t get to grow up with my grandfather to truly see the person underneath that hard exterior. My affection for him is measured by the limited time I spent with him in Viet Nam. Regardless, I am thankful he was able to see me in a wedding dress a few years ago in his own home, and on this occasion to have been able to say goodbye without being thousands of miles away.
Quang Ninh Province
Our Lessons
During this visit, I also had an opportunity to visit my mother’s uncle’s family in Quảng Ninh province. It was humbling to see some members of my extended family living in such rural areas—with beautiful green landscapes, but such minimal infrastructure. Family ties are very strong in Viet Nam, regardless of how far ‘removed’ I was from the family tree. Although I had never met them before and vice-versa, these individuals immediately welcomed me into their homes and talked to me as if they had known me all their lives.
Later, my mother recounted her family’s history and how her uncles ended up living hours away from their siblings: At one point, in order to protect its territory and to expand agriculture, Viet Nam’s government forced the second sons of each family to move away from their well-populated hometowns, and into rural areas. Quảng Ninh province shares a border with China, and there was a fear that China was beginning to expand its borders by encouraging its citizens to move to unoccupied Vietnamese land. In exchange for their relocation and cultivation of the forested terrain, the Vietnamese government gave my mother’s uncles ownership of these areas.
Ninh Binh - part 1
Our Lessons
The province of Ninh Binh along the Red River Delta of northern Viet Nam looks like it could come straight out of a mystical fantasy. For a small fee, a private riverboat cruise takes visitors along emerald-green water, across narrow canals between towering limestone peaks, and into the depths of mountain caves, through which the river has eroded tunnels. Our second visit to this natural wonder was even more enjoyable than our first—because four years prior, we had been rushing around in my wedding dress, trying to capture the perfect wedding photos. On this occasion, we leisurely sat back on our boat and enjoyed the smooth sound of passing water, while gazing down at the abundance of green water plants, which glistened in the sun just below the surface. In the evening, we hiked up the mountain and walked carefully along the highest peak, ducking under the body of a stone dragon statue to watch a perfect sunset.
Ninh Binh - part 2
Our Lessons
Also situated in Ninh Binh is Bái Đính Temple, the largest Buddhist temple site in Viet Nam. Completed in 2010, it took seven years to construct this massive 700-hectare complex. It has become a popular site for Buddhist pilgrimages from across the country. It was so peaceful walking through the temple’s many courtyards, corridors, and lavishly decorated halls which featured massive golden Buddha statues and intricate wood carvings. Toni and I made a point to touch as many of the temple’s sculpted Buddha statues as we could, as doing so is believed to provide blessings. This particular temple is known to have over five hundred sacred Buddha statues!
As we departed Vietnam at midnight, we mentally prepared ourselves for a weary 46-hour marathon of flights that would return us to South America. Equipped with motion-sickness medicine and an unhealthy quantity of caffeine, Eric stayed awake for the duration of the journey, as always, furiously catching up on documenting our travel memories, before the details would become clouded by our next series of adventures. This marked the final leg of our trip—one which would introduce us to some of the most striking landscapes on the planet. Unexpectedly, the first of these extraordinary settings was a city…
Santiago - part 1
Our Lessons
“Is this place preparing for the zombies to invade?”
These were our first thoughts as our taxi cruised through Chile’s capital, en route to our downtown hotel. Certain aspects of our surroundings seemed completely normal: there was an expected amount of afternoon traffic, and people seemed to be going about their everyday business as usual. In stark contrast, however, the surrounding cityscape seemed to belong in a warzone: Here, every storefront was retrofitted with iron bars or heavy metal doors. Private driveways were protected with sliding gates topped with razor wire. Graffiti covered every surface, from the ground to the second—sometimes even the third—floor of every building. We made a quick stop at a pharmacy on the corner of what looked like a prestigious building, whose floor-to-ceiling windows and arched entryways were now covered and bolted shut except for a single door, which was guarded by an armed security officer… if not for the presence this a doorman, we’d have assumed this place was permanently closed! Seriously, what happened here?
Santiago - part 2
Our Lessons
Chile’s downtown metamorphosed into its current battle-hardened form as a result of ongoing riots against social inequity, which began three years ago—unbeknownst to us, on October 18, 2019, which meant the day of our arrival marked the exact three-year anniversary of this occurrence! But for us to truly understand these recent events, we had to look as far back as 1970. In that year, Chile experienced its first "democratic" election of a socialist/Marxist politician: Salvador Allende.
Mr. Allende, though generally viewed as “well-intentioned,” reportedly received support for his campaign from the Russian KGB. Meanwhile, the former capitalist president whom Allende had defeated was secretly being backed by the U.S. government. In light of this defeat and fearing a Soviet takeover of South America, the U.S. CIA took measures to sabotage Allende's regime. When Allende nationalized the banking and industrial sectors in an attempt to fund expensive social service programs for his people, the U.S. responded by secretly paying Chilean workers and unions over $8 million to go on strike (NYT 1974). This resulted in over 250,000 truck drivers refusing to run their routes, and the financial paralysis of Allende's government. In a desperate attempt to continue funding the social programs he had promised his people, Allende resorted to printing money. The result: over 500% inflation in one year, a financial crisis, and mass protests. Amidst the chaos, a coup took place on September 11, 1973, leading to the death of Allende and the installation of a brutal dictator, Augusto Pinochet. Pinochet had reportedly been backed by the CIA—which subsequently turned a blind eye as his military imprisoned, tortured, and made "disappear" as many as 40,000 citizens. Horrific—but, Pinochet was capitalist, pro-America, and anti-USSR. As such, the U.S. ramped up support for Pinochet, sending a team of top American economic advisors to Chile. These advisors worked to implement policies that would ‘stabilize’ Chile’s economy by decreasing government spending, and privatizing all central industries: including education, healthcare, and even water! In a sense, it worked: with military rule came the ability to suppress any dissenting voices, so Pinochet’s regime was able to rapidly implement these changes. Inflation fell dramatically and there was rapid GDP growth, leading some economists to name the following decades “the Chilean miracle.” With Chile a successful ‘test subject,’ this economic model (known as neoliberalism) became the ideological “blueprint” for the U.S. and many other capitalist countries...
Santiago - part 3
Our Lessons
Unfortunately, not everyone in Chile was happy with its government’s self-proclaimed prosperity and its reported drop in poverty from 29% to 2% between 1990 and 2013. Perhaps statistically Chile had indeed become the wealthiest country in the region; however, opponents of neoliberalism pointed out that the richest 1% now owned over half the country's wealth. Even if they did not officially fall “below the poverty line,” the vast majority of working Chileans had no money left at the end of each month. Over the last decade, the majority began to rack up credit card debt just to afford basic needs like groceries. Privatization and deregulation of bus lines had led to a surplus of exhaust-spewing buses, serving a decreasing number of passengers who were willing to pay increased, uncapped bus fares. In this context, a new subway ticket increase of just 4% on October 19, 2019, became the final straw for many. The ensuing riots led to dramatic structural damage, vandalism, and looting of Santiago’s downtown. Clashes with police led to a reported 29 deaths and almost 500 severe eye injuries from rubber bullets.
Personal debt and the protesters' voices resonated nationwide, and in January 2022 President Gabriel Boric was voted into office. Considered a "democratic socialist," his election was a dramatic shift towards left-wing ideals. Over his first year, Boric set up a culturally diverse team to draft a new Chilean constitution that would have focused on universal rights to social services. It was voted down by a small majority of citizens in September 2022... a major setback for Boric, which led him to reinstate older, pro-capitalist members to his cabinet to "reach across the aisle.”
The evening of our arrival in Chile marked the 3rd-year anniversary of these riots, and from our hotel room, we heard the distant chants of protesters on the streets below. However, we were told that the city's barricaded appearance would have remained unchanged regardless of what time of year we arrived, as the appearance of new graffiti and random property damage have become daily occurrences.
Santiago - part 4
Our Lessons
Perspectives on these recent events are mixed. On one hand, our older hotel doorman believes this new constitution would have dashed hopes for Chile's economic prosperity. He looked disdainfully at his hotel’s blackened windows, shrouded by steel security doors, and lamented that new laws have restricted the police’s permission to use physical force so much that perpetrators can simply run away. He asked what is going on in America with a yearning voice, reiterating that many Chileans (including himself) still see it as a "promised land," where he believes the police still have more rights.
On the other hand, our tour guide, who is in his 30s, believes many people do not fully understand what the new constitution's social initiatives would have provided. He regrets that the constitutional vote was compulsory for all citizens because he believes a large component of politically-apathetic individuals have a fear of change, and so they automatically voted "no." Formerly a school teacher, our guide recently quit his job because his salary was insufficient to pay the bills and take care of his family. As we walked through downtown Santiago on October 20th, we observed museum workers scrubbing graffiti off of outdoor exhibits, and the lingering smell of tear gas irritated our eyes and noses. Our guide said he does not like the property damage that has occurred, but thinks these actions of protest are perhaps a “relatively benign" way to bring attention to increasingly critical issues—at least without physically harming anyone.
Since our visit, it seems that dissatisfaction with the nation’s increasing crime rate is leading the majority of Chileans to lose patience with the current situation: In May 2023, the majority of new delegates which the public elected to rewrite the constitution were right-wing candidates, likely ensuring that Chile’s market-centric economic model of recent decades will remain intact going forward.
Santiago - part 5
Our Lessons
Despite its dystopian backdrop, the streets of downtown Santiago were always lively. The centrally situated pedestrian streets and squares were teeming with street vendors, who were selling all kinds of items, including souvenirs and toys, but more frequently second-hand goods and practical items for daily use.
In addition to selling things, numerous individuals were also selling themselves. Particularly in the Plaza de Armas, prostitution was on obvious display, even in broad daylight. We were told that prostitution is not officially legal; however, it is hard to incriminate someone for simple flirtation, and therefore this continues to happen. Unfortunately, the majority of prostitutes are immigrants from neighboring countries such as Venezuela, whose people initially came in hopes of finding a better life. A few years ago, we were told that the Chilean president openly welcomed Venezuelans; however, the increasing volume of immigrants is now becoming a national concern, particularly as more individuals are illegally crossing Chile’s unguarded northern border.
Authentic Chilean food was actually a bit tricky to find in our experience, but once we did, we were so satisfied! Particularly memorable was the sweet and flavorful pastel de choclo (a mix of corn, beef, and chicken baked in a cast-iron pot—similar to shepherd's pie), as well as the the cazuela de vacuno (traditional beef stew with potatoes, carrots, corn, and peppers). I also fell in love with the crispy sweetness of Churromania, which was conveniently situated right outside our hotel.
Santiago - part 6
Our Lessons
Santiago's layout was truly a mix of old and new. Throughout the city, modern skyscrapers are interspersed with aging apartment highrises. From the top of Hidalgo Castle in the Santa Lucia Hill park, one can see early 'retro' round-windowed buildings; the boxy, concrete 'brutalist' buildings of the 60's socialist regime; and the crowded-looking balconied apartments of the 70's Pinochet dictatorship and beyond. Oddities exist just about everywhere in the older downtown area: for instance, an entire three or four city blocks seem to be exclusively occupied by eyeglass stores, with store workers constantly soliciting passersby on the street (a 'front' for Venezuelan cartels, one local postulated? Maybe, but we read that these stores have been around longer than the recent immigrant influx).
The massive circular Entel Tower is barricaded like it's ready for a full-scale invasion, contrasting with an inviting and colorful pedestrian walkway just a few blocks down, which has been decorated in welcoming rainbow patterns. Street art and elaborate graffiti murals are ubiquitous; some with highly thought-provoking and political messages. It is sad to see that many of these talented pieces have been vandalized by amateur spray paint 'tags,' particularly in the last three years. Much of the art remains in good shape in Yungay, a neighborhood with pastel-colored buildings from the 1950s in varying states of repair—this was formerly one of Santiago’s most affluent areas, but now it serves as a home for a ‘hipster’ crowd and honestly reminded us a lot of Havana, Cuba!
Santiago - part 7
Our Lessons
Santiago is transected by the Mapocho River, which flows down a massive concrete canal that has been constructed below ground level, with bridge crossings every few city blocks. Heading north along the canal, we entered a part of the city that offered a completely different perspective from downtown: here, we observed a modern, cosmopolitan town with shiny new glass towers and beautiful green spaces. Trees and grass have been cultivated along the canal, complete with pedestrian walkways and bike paths. In the more affluent Vitacura neighborhood, the nicely landscaped Bicentennial Park provided us a lovely afternoon of relaxation, as we rested in the grass and counted passing clouds.
Santiago - part 8
Our Lessons
Visiting the Costanera Center, a.k.a. the “Largest mall in South America” was a surprisingly underwhelming experience after having been spoiled by the dazzling and luxurious decor of some of Southeast Asia’s grandest shopping centers. However, one thing that did not disappoint here was the center’s Gran Torre Santiago: the tallest tower in South America. Standing at 300 meters (117 meters shorter than the top floor of the World Trade Center in NYC), we soaked in views of this sprawling city, stretching out in all directions and encircled by the Andes mountains. As we watched the sunset over the mountains, its warm orange glow transitioned to the gentle red of twilight, and the city became alive with endless twinkling lights.
Easter Island (European) a.k.a Rapa Nui (indigenous)
Our Lessons
Easter Island was quite possibly the most difficult bucket-list location for us to reach all year. At first, repeated pandemic border closures made the trip simply impossible. Then, after receiving good news of its reopening, our tickets got canceled just one day prior to our departure! After spending 48 hours off the grid while in transit from Asia, receipt of this news upon landing in Santiago sent us scrambling to the airline kiosk to address this heartbreaking last-minute update. It turned out the entire flight had gotten inexplicably canceled, but luckily there were a few seats left on one other flight for the week, which we enthusiastically took. After completing copious amounts of new paperwork, including an updated proof-of-stay from our hard-to-reach Easter Island homestay, we thought we had everything ready… until the clinic assigned to do our mandatory 24-hour rapid COVID PCR had an emergency same-day closure (ironically, due to a COVID outbreak)! This again sent us into a last-minute panic, now to find another center that was opened on a Sunday afternoon. Eric’s Spanish skills came in handy as he gathered information from locals, and we successfully located the only site that offered this test.
A five-hour domestic flight carried us across the lonely Pacific Ocean, and we touched down on Easter Island’s conspicuously huge airstrip. As defined by proximity to another airport, this is officially the most remote airport in the world, and thus it had been built large enough to serve one of NASA’s space shuttle emergency landing sites!
The island itself felt isolated, and a bit eerie. In the present day, this windswept land is largely without trees, and its grass-covered plains are spotted with black volcanic rocks. Numerous caves exist, formed from hollowed-out lava tubes where volcanic magma once flowed. The island’s original settlers, ancient Polynesians known as Rapa Nui, learned to be resourceful with this terrain during times of hardship. Some of their practices are continued to this day: for instance, gardens containing banana trees and other farmable plants are grown inside collapsed caves, for protection from the elements. When a cave isn’t available, stone walls are built instead to provide protection for vegetation and small livestock like chickens. Larger livestock, such as cows and horses, roam free—as do dogs, who sometimes gave us a scare when they aggressively approached us during our walks back to our homestay. Luckily, we were taught that pretending to pick up a rock reliably frightens the dogs away; it seems that the islanders have universally conditioned the dogs to respond to this trick.
Rapa Nui - part 2
Our Lessons
Since COVID, in order to explore Easter Island, it became mandatory that tourists pay an $80/person National Park fee, plus a hefty fee to commission a local tour guide. We speculate this could be a tactic to make up for lost income; or perhaps to prevent further destruction of the island’s ancient statues (we are told that a few years ago, a tourist was caught trying to saw an ear off a Moai statue to bring home!). Luckily for us, we met a lovely couple from Brazil who decided to split the cost of a tour with us. Now came the surprisingly difficult task of finding the right guide. There were several disinterested-appearing locals with guide badges outside the park office, but none of them showed any enthusiasm when we asked them to provide details about the half-day tour they would be taking us on.
Then, while enjoying a beautiful scenic backdrop during our first dinner on this island, we encountered an unexpectedly rude waiter. In a laughably bewildering exchange, this server tried to shrug it off after we found a live caterpillar crawling in our salad, stating this simply indicated the food was “grown naturally” and “good for our health”! We were about to leave when we were approached by the warm smile of another staff member, named Susie. Susie appropriately apologized, replaced our meals, and asked us about our travels. She then spent time telling us about the island’s culture and about her family, who are descendants of the original Polynesians. This simple act changed the mood of the day for us. When we mentioned that we were still seeking a tour guide for the next day, Susie said she knew the best person for us: her son, Chris.
Any speculation that a mother’s love could lead Susie to exaggerate her son’s skills as a tour guide immediately dissolved the moment we were introduced to Chris. Although we have met hundreds of guides this year all over the world, Chris was one of the most memorable. We could feel his excitement as he talked about his island’s history. While living a modern Chilean life, Chris embraces his roots as a Rapa Nui. He speaks the native language, and he has learned to play, dance, and sing to his culture’s music—something he would later do for us personally, and also does professionally together with his traveling cultural group, with whom he has performed in numerous countries across the western hemisphere. Through his family and connections with community elders, Chris has sought out Rapa Nui stories passed down through generations; and he has reconciled the island’s spiritual beliefs with the reports he has read from modern-day scientists and archaeologists.
Our first full-day tour with Chris brought us face-to-face with Easter Island’s iconic moai statues. We learned that these statues were created by the Rapa Nui to serve as spiritual vessels for deceased tribal kings. The moai body is carved from the stone known as tuff, which is the same porous stone that created the “fairy chimneys” of Cappadocia, Turkey. Each moai body is fitted with a large stone hat, known as a ‘topknot’, which is carved from red volcanic scoria. According to Rapa Nui tradition, the body and topknot had to be moved from their respective quarries at opposite ends of the island and then united together on a sacred altar. Once this occurred, the statue was given eyes, created from white coral and black obsidian. Only after this final step was complete could the moai channel the spiritual power from the ancestor that it is dedicated to.
Rapa Nui - part 3
Our Lessons
An unfortunate event: Just two weeks before our arrival, a deliberate fire was started that burned 100 hectares of the island, apparently fracturing the stone and damaging the detailed carvings of dozens of moai in that region. We were not permitted to tour the burned areas; however, we did see the visible fire line that the park rangers had managed to create, which halted the fire’s descent down the Rano Raraku volcano just before it reached the most iconic moai in the “quarry.” This quarry is a unique area of stone cliffs centrally located on the island, from which all moai bodies were carved. The incredible feat of lowering the carved bodies down the cliff, then ‘walking’ the standing statues to the farthest points of this large island has been well-documented, but it continues to amaze us! The most likely way these statues were moved, we learned, is by standing them upright, tying ropes to their necks, and having teams of workers pull them side to side, so that they sway forward one ‘step’ at a time.
Chris speculated that the people who started the fire were locals. Farmers have learned to burn dried grass to fertilize the land, which promotes the sprouting of fresh grass—a necessary commodity to sustain the livestock population, given a deficit of cattle feed imports during the pandemic. Alternatively, the fire may have been started in protest. There have been local demonstrations in the past about the excessive numbers of tourists, who risk damaging ancient sites and have promoted excessive commercial growth that is changing the Rapa Nui’s way of life. While we did not observe this personally, news reports indicate that some Rapa Nui people have disdain for the use of Spanish in place of their indigenous language. This ties to the fear of losing their proud cultural identity. As we learned firsthand, some Rapa Nui do not consider themselves “Chilean” at all; for instance, when Chile wins a sporting event, Rapa Nui people will say “they won”; not “we won.”
Rapa Nui - part 4
Our Lessons
The Rapa Nui have plenty of reasons to feel misunderstood and unappreciated by outsiders. Less than a decade ago, the most popular narrative about the fall of their civilization was that they had become so naively fixated on building bigger and better moai, that they literally depleted all of their island’s resources around 1600 A.D.—a story almost straight out of Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax, in which the antagonists cut down every last tree, only then to realize that wood was necessary for every aspect of their existence (in the Rapa Nui’s case, trees were necessary for building boats, for catching food, or even to escape their “desolate island prison”!). Author-historians who helped turn this into the mainstream narrative went on to speculate that Rapa Nui society subsequently fell into a downward spiral, with sudden starvation leading to warfare, cannibalism, and complete population collapse.
Unfortunately, both scientific and historical evidence contradict this degrading story, which became sensationalized by individuals seeking to convey a well-needed “cautionary tale” about humans’ destructive effects on the environment… and also to make a profit from their publications. In 2020, radiocarbon dating suggested that the Rapa Nui had continued to build and maintain their monuments well after the Dutch Europeans had discovered the island in 1722 (long after the previously purported 1600s collapse)—a practice which would certainly have required a level of societal stability to continue. Furthermore, in the mid-2000s anthropologists began to question cherry-picked reports of early Europeans describing the Rapa Nui as ‘impoverished’: Instead, on further review, it would appear that the original reports by 1722 Dutch sailors had in fact described the Rapa Nui as a well-nourished, well-organized population. In light of these and other reports, new researchers are trying to correct the false narrative of the Rapa Nui’s self-inflicted “ecocide”; now arguing instead that the true decimation of their population in fact more closely resembles outside “genocide”—the result of a period of disease, slavery, and outright murder, all brought by waves of European invaders. In reality, the devastation did not reach its peak until the 1860s, at which time half of the entire Rapa Nui population had reportedly been kidnapped and taken to South America as slaves! This atrocity, combined with a smallpox epidemic, led the entire Rapa Nui population to near-extinction, with a census at the time showing that only 111 people remained!
Rapa Nui - part 5
Our Lessons
Chris does not deny that there was a pre-European period of civil war on Easter Island—in fact, the story of war is central in the narratives passed down by Rapa Nui elders. However, he pridefully agrees that his people, whose religion spiritually connected them to the Earth, would not foolishly pillage their natural resources to complete extinction.
Rapa Nui stories indicate that a period of famine was indeed a precursor to the war, and Chris agrees this could have been brought on by the growing population and limited space. However, he also points to the scientific argument that a population boom of invasive Polynesian rats may have perpetuated the problem, since these rats fed on certain seeds and crops that the Rapa Nui had grown accustomed to cultivating. Whatever the case, Chris used the word “revolution” to describe the resulting uprising, which produced a dramatic cultural shift, but not a complete demise of civilization.
Now, as we walk through Easter Island, one can find countless fallen moai. Rapa Nui legend states that the starving working class began to lose faith in moai-building; their anger fueled by their kings’ unfair distribution of increasingly scarce resources to the moai architects and construction teams. We observed that almost every completed moai that had fallen off its altar was face-downwards, with its red topknot rolled away—an indication that revolting islanders had indeed pulled many of the statues to the ground, in protest. To the Rapa Nui, Chris explains that these structures are historically priceless but no longer considered “sacred,” since the Rapa Nui’s spirituality has evolved; and furthermore that the statues need to be in a “complete” state to channel spiritual energy (i.e. upright on an altar with eyes and a top-knot).
The civil war intensified, with rival factions fighting over resources, and ideology. The fighting got ugly: according to Chris, there are indeed some Rapa Nui stories of cannibalism! However, some have theorized that rather than due to desperate starvation, these acts may have been perpetrated due to a radical minority belief that consuming a person’s body will let you absorb that person’s “power” and abilities. Luckily, this practice, and the war itself, came to an abrupt end following a radical agreement between clans—one which rings familiar to fans of a certain modern Hollywood fiction…
Rapa Nui - part 6
Our Lessons
The original Hunger Games? The story of the Rapa Nui “Birdman” competition is a ridiculously crazy and bloody display of human strength… one which brought order to the island’s chaos. It did not really eliminate hardship; however, in times when ancient worship of ancestors and kings had lost prestige, the competition provided each clan’s people with tangible “hope” that their champion could win a lion’s share of the island’s resources for a year. By universally agreeing to the game’s rules, the introduction of this sport brought an end to the Rapa Nui’s civil war. “Instead of chaotic killing, now there was authorized killing,” Chris cynically remarked. Indeed, the birdman competition essentially became the island’s form of government… and an accepted form of rationing and population control.
In describing this part of Rapa Nui history, Chris revealed that his expertise goes beyond book knowledge and ancestral stories: Chris stated he has personally attempted the feats described below, in his own physical quest to relive these no-longer practiced traditions and embody the spirit of a modern-day “bird man”!
Chris took us to the outer ridge of the massive Ranu Kao crater, where he described to us how young children from the island’s seven clans were taken here to train from a young age. Descending 100 meters down this former volcano’s steep inner cliffs, children were conditioned with strength, resistance, and combat training. This all took place within an 1100-meter lake at the center of the crater, known for its mobile collections of reeds, which float across its surface like tiny islands. Chris proudly told us how he learned to balance on these boggy grass patches himself, just as his ancestors once trained.
A fond memory: in the evening we returned up the winding road to the Ranu Kao crater in pitch darkness, to watch the stars. On a moonless night, the starlight illuminated the rim of the volcano, but the crater was too dark to see—as if an endless abyss in the earth below. The air was crisp and clear. Never before had we seen the bright, multi-colored scintillating of the star Sirius quite so vividly.
Rapa Nui - part 7
Our Lessons
In preparation for the main competition, chiefs would determine their clan’s annual ‘champion’ by selecting the trainee who could most rapidly ascend the inner walls of the volcano and capture a seabird with his bare hands. Doing so would earn him the privilege to complete a petroglyph drawing of the Tangata-manu, the “bird man”; their spirit animal who is half-man and half-bird. We passed hundreds of these and other stone carvings, still visible here at the rim of the volcano. Upon being selected, each warrior would need to wait for days to weeks on the top of the volcano’s windy mountain ridge. They took shelter in narrow huts built of stone slabs with tiny entry doors, topped with dirt to promote the growth of grass and vegetation. We toured this cliffside village of rectangular “hobbit homes” (ironically small, given the reportedly tall stature and muscular physiques of the competitors living within!).
What these seven champions were waiting for was the seasonal arrival of the birds. A watchman, who was situated on an island 1.4 km out at sea, monitored for the first egg to be laid, at which point he would signal the start of the competition. In an instant, the athletes would spring into action. They descend, unprotected, from the top of the ridge, down the outer 300-meter vertical cliff. Reaching the bottom, they dove into the shark-infested waters—which was particularly dangerous, we are told, due to the inevitable bloodshed between competitors, who would try to push each other off the cliffs, or cut and drown each other! Those who survived raced against the strong ocean currents to the far island. The warrior who arrived first was given the egg—and was gifted the honor of swimming and fighting his way back across the water, using every remaining ounce of strength to climb back up the 300-meter cliff. He who successfully returns to the top of the ridge with the intact egg becomes the Birdman: the most honored person on the island, and his clan leader would become ruler of the island for that entire year, controlling all resources and having ultimate power, including the right to execute their enemies at will.
Chris states that he is one of only two modern Rapa Nui who has scaled, unaided, down the 300-meter vertical cliff himself—after which he swam out 1 km through these same turbulent waters to a (slightly) closer island, and successfully repeated the trip back up the cliff to his start location.
Rapa Nui - part 8
Our Lessons
The food on Easter Island was better than expected: in the small town center, tuna empanadas were cheap and satisfying. Tuna ceviche is exceptionally tasty and affordable; quite possibly the most delicious ceviche we’ve ever eaten!
As we explored the main street, we saw a sign directing us to a tiny chocolate shop, down a narrow dirt road. Dogs barked at us as we approached, but a sweet lady (no pun intended) quickly hushed them aside, and she delighted in showing us her delicious homemade chocolates. She even brought us to her kitchen in the back to taste-test some of her ingredients! When we commented that her shop would attract more customers on the main street, she shared with us the harsh reality that land here is extremely expensive, so she simply cannot afford it, and new properties rarely become available. She stated that retirement benefits are not great here, so a common practice for older locals is to keep their land and set up tourist homestays, which they can rent out as a source of income. She is thankful that she at least owns this plot of land even though it is in a back alley, commenting that non-Rapa Nui cannot purchase land here at all (they can only rent indefinitely).
Rapa Nui - part 9
Our Lessons
On this day we got to swim with sea turtles up close and personal! Through word of mouth, we were tipped off about a small beach downtown that is full of surprises. Sure enough, immediately upon wading into the shallow water, we were greeted by more than five large sea turtles, who gently swam right up to us, peeking their heads out of the water with curiosity. We were told they come here because they learned that people feed them (perhaps the adjacent restaurant with turtle carvings all over the wall has something to do with it!). This was an amazing experience for us; though as we watched these turtles stay in the shallow, rocky waters despite harsh waves, we wondered whether they had become dependent on people feeding them. At the encouragement of a local, we even grabbed onto a smaller turtle and lifted him out of the water for a brief second, which the turtle really did not seem to mind! However, we later read that this simple act can actually harm sea turtles by introducing bacteria from our skin. Also, a frightened turtle who feels cornered by humans may hide underwater longer than his oxygen-dependent body can bear. In the future, we will avoid touching wild turtles in this way.
Rapa Nui - part 10
Our Lessons
On Easter Island, we encountered one of the most beautiful cemeteries we have seen. Instead of monochrome gray tombstones or grandiose mausoleums, every grave here was unique and custom-made with love by the deceased individual’s family. Graves contained beautiful wood carvings, flower gardens, painted sea stones, and pieces of driftwood. Down one aisle, we admired a small cabana with hanging lanterns and dreamcatchers; in the next, a row boat with plants growing inside; near the center, a small moai replica complete with topknot and eyes. A family with children was present at the time we visited, and together they seemed to be having fun freshening up their loved one’s grave while listening to relaxing music over a portable speaker. Although this was a Catholic cemetery, the curious mixture of traditional Rapa Nui and Spanish influence was refreshing—as was the care that local families clearly take to assure their deceased member is remembered with affection and love.
La Paz - part 1
Our Lessons
We took off from the world’s most remote airport and made our way to the world’s highest capital city: La Paz, with an altitude of 3,650 meters (12,000 feet). The air felt thin as our taxi exited the airport, making its way down a winding highway that circumnavigated mountainous slopes. Despite their steep angles, these slopes were densely packed with buildings, which extended all the way to the top.
Although it has no shortage of modern amenities for those who can afford it, this city in the mountains feels culturally detached from the outside world. We learned that Bolivia has the largest proportion of indigenous people of all South American countries—in fact, almost two-thirds of Bolivia's population are either Quechua or Aymara. Thus, despite Spanish colonization and the conversion of the majority of its population to Catholicism, indigenous traditions remain prominent—resulting in a uniquely Andean version of spirituality. As we walked the hilly streets of downtown La Paz, our tour guide explained that “witch markets” selling traditional medicines are still common here—and that some of these markets also specialize in selling dehydrated llama fetuses, which are placed under the foundation of new construction projects for good spiritual blessings! This unusual practice is rooted in the Andean people’s humbling belief in Pachamama: the spirit of the Earth. In essence, the indigenous people believed that all energy is borrowed from Mother Earth, and because the construction of a building consumes energy, a sacrifice must be made to give it back. A llama offering may not scientifically satisfy the principle of energy conservation; however, it does reflect the fact that indigenous Incan and Andean people are traditionally very respectful of their environment.
La Paz - part 2
Our Lessons
Charlie Chaplin-style hats, waist-long twin hair braids, and heavy puffed-out skirts reminiscent of old Victorian Europe? While such a wardrobe may seem unusual in other parts of the world, as we walked through central La Paz, this was the standard of fashion for most women we encountered! In past centuries, indigenous Bolivian women have been collectively known as "Cholitas"—and it was a term once used to designate a servant-class woman, who attended to the needs of the upper-class Europeans and their descendants. In modern times, this has changed, and the indigenous Cholitas are seen as the pride of Bolivia. Their reputation of being extremely hard workers is demonstrated by their visibly muscular calves, and their ability to walk up and down La Paz's inclined streets with ease, while carrying large quantities of heavy goods on their backs, wrapped in cloth. Fully dressed-up Cholitas seemed to be running almost all of the stands at the downtown open-air markets, which are frequented by most local La Paz citizens, we are told (as a woman, this scene was a refreshing change from the male-dominated markets of the Middle East).
La Paz - part 3
Our Lessons
The Cholitas' classic wardrobe indeed originated from early-1900s Europe, since this was the influential style at the time. Without access to wire hoops, indigenous Bolivian women got creative, wearing many layers of light fabric until it "poofed" out to create the same hip-accentuating effect. Meanwhile, the European man’s "bowler" hat was popularized for Bolivian women as a result of a shipping mistake: the hats, sent from Europe, were meant to be sold to male Bolivian railway workers, but the hat sizes were too small! This did not deter enterprising European salesmen, who decided to market their hats to the Cholitas instead, claiming that it was the best fashion trend worn by 'Western' women. The style was embraced… and over time, the bowler hat became the defining accessory that completed the iconic Cholita outfit: a symbol of strong women who are proud of their cultural roots. Thus, the salesmen’s pitch became a reality: the hat has now become the “best fashion trend worn by western (South American) women”!
Although it is encouraging to see Cholitas getting well-deserved recognition, during our time in La Paz we mostly saw people of darker skin tones and indigenous features serving as street vendors and begging for money. Meanwhile, Bolivians with lighter skin and European features were more prominent in the affluent areas of town. We hope these socioeconomic disparities continue to improve for the hardworking indigenous people of Bolivia.
La Paz - part 4
Our Lessons
Riding high on La Paz’s new, clean, and efficient gondola-style metro system allowed us to effortlessly soar over the city’s countless hillsides and steep cliffs. Departing the city center at the base of the valley, our journey through the air took us past numerous new, all-glass high rises along wide, modern streets. However, as our gondola ascended higher up the mountainside, our surroundings transitioned to that of an older, “unfinished” cityscape: The sprawling hills before us became covered in red-brick buildings, extending outwards in all directions from the relatively small city center. We learned that all-brick coloring was less of an artistic choice, and more of a practical one: by maintaining unpainted walls and exposed rebar jutting out of their building’s top columns, owners can take advantage of La Paz’s tax code, which provides discounts for owners who can show evidence that their building is still “under construction.”
As we traversed the city in our sky gondola, we caught glimpses of unique artistic flair. At the 2010 Bicentennial Fairground, hundreds of outdoor vendor stalls coordinated the colors of their tin roofs, showing the full spectrum of the rainbow from above. Ascending higher in altitude, we took in the sights of the mountainside neighborhood Barrio Chuallumasome, whose citizens renounced their dusty red-brick exteriors and instead covered their facades in prideful murals and neon-colored paint.
La Paz - part 5
Our Lessons
Clearly, the wealthy districts of La Paz are in the city’s lowest valleys with flat land. The higher we ascended, the more stark the contrast became. Paved roads winded up and around, providing access to neighborhoods built into the hillsides. The red-brick buildings situated next to these roads appeared reasonably sturdy; however, our birds-eye view from the gondola revealed a second layer of structures. Expanding their constructions down back alleys, many of La Paz’s lower-class citizens have built rudimentary shanty homes out of haphazardly placed mud bricks and pieces of scrap metal… which sit literally on the edges of precarious cliff sides!
Unfortunately, living in a poorly constructed building with a view in La Paz is not a safe choice: as it turns out, it is one of the world’s most landslide-prone cities. During a hike we would later take through the Valley of Souls, Eric playfully removed a stone from the base of a vertical cliff with ease, noting with surprise that the walls all seemed to be made of a loose mixture of sand and random types of pebbles, crumbling apart with the mere touch of his hands. That is because this valley, and likewise the entire city of La Paz, sits on “unconsolidated” sediment, which was gradually deposited by a passing glacier during a previous ice age. This type of heterogeneous sediment is loosely arranged and doesn’t contain the correct mixture of minerals to become naturally ‘cemented’ together. A 2014 publication highlighted the sad consequence of this: “La Paz experiences damaging landslides nearly every year, which are responsible for numerous deaths and large losses of public infrastructure, private property, and livelihoods. Landslide risk has increased since the early twentieth century due to a rapidly increasing population and settlement in unstable parts of the city. Currently, self-built settlements on these steep, unstable slopes surrounding the city centre house the majority of the city’s inhabitants.” (Nicholas Roberts, PhD)
La Paz - part 6
Our Lessons
At the top of one gondola line, we arrived at the city of El Alto—the highest city in the world, averaging 4,150 meters (over 2.5 miles) above sea level. It is a very poor, but prideful city comprised almost entirely of indigenous people, who snicker at the fact that they “look down” on La Paz, and that they have the power to shut down the Capital at will. This is, in fact, true: because La Paz sits in a glacial canyon, the only roads out pass through El Alto. In 2003, hundreds of thousands of residents of El Alto blockaded these roads and played a critical role in the demonstrations which led President Gonzalo Sanchez de Lozada to resign from office and flee the country.
The Sunday Market in El Alto is the largest in the area (with over 400 streets of vendor stalls, we are told). Our guide advised us that every type of practical good can be found here, from secondhand clothes to counterfeit jewelry, to “every little piece you need to put a car together completely from scratch, as long as you have the skill and the patience to go through this maze to find a shop that sells each piece!”
La Paz - part 7
Our Lessons
In El Alto, anything is possible: After being mesmerized by the elegance of Cholitas dancing to the rhythms of outdoor music in their traditional hats and flowing polleras, it was a shocking transition to watch other Cholitas, dressed in this same wardrobe, fighting it out in a no-holds-barred wrestling match! As night fell, we made our way through a dusty back alley to a rowdy tin-roofed gymnasium, where we took our seats on concrete bleachers. What followed resembled a mini WWE-style match, although it was far more amusing and comical. The fighting may have been staged, but the indigenous Cholita women featured in these fights were authentic and tough: no bodybuilder ‘glamor muscles’; just authentic, burly features resulting from a lifetime of physical labor and daily ascents at high altitude. These women demonstrated impressive skill and endurance, with performances including classic pro-wrestling body slams, ring jumping, acrobatic takedowns… as well as ‘unique’ moves, such as putting an opponent into a chokehold using her two long hair braids!
In this ring, there was no gender discrimination: an unfair referee who intentionally tried to trip one Cholita ended up getting his butt kicked. In this way, many people say that “Cholita Wrestling” is more than an entertaining show—it is empowering to a group of indigenous women who have long been oppressed and overlooked.
La Paz - part 8
Our Lessons
We walked through the La Paz General Cemetery following the recent passing of Eric’s aunt, and it lent perspective to see so many families cheerfully gathered around their loved ones’ burial sites—smiling, laughing, and even eating ice cream. This was certainly an unusual scene, in what is typically a solemn place around the world. However, we are told that in Bolivian culture, cemeteries are a place for ‘celebrating a loved one’s life,’ rather than mourning their deaths. In fact, on the casket’s engraving, Bolivians typically only write the date of death, without a date of birth, indicating that this date simply marks a ‘new beginning’ into an afterlife that has no end. Watching people cheerfully reminisce about their beloved departed family members reminds us that regardless of one’s creed, it can certainly be said that our loved ones’ ‘spirits’ continue to live on through us—through our memories of them, and in the ways in which they have shaped our lives and made us who we are.
La Paz - part 9
Our Lessons
While did have some enjoyable dining experiences with beautiful rooftop views in La Paz, by far our favorite restaurant in the city was a small fast-food shop called Paceña La Salteña. The salteña, we learned, is the national dish of Bolivia. On the outside, these hardy pastries may resemble empanadas, but taking a bite releases a savory, mouth-watering stew—which, despite its liquid consistency, somehow remains perfectly encapsulated within the pastry’s crispy exterior. Unlike regular empanadas, Bolivian salteñas are more football-shaped with a braided top crust. Quality definitely varies with location, however: ordering salteñas at a fancier, Western-style ‘coffee lounge’ the next evening provided us a fancily presented meal, but it just didn’t taste as juicy or fresh…
Trekking through La Paz’s Valle de Las Ánimas, or the Valley of Souls, was truly an otherworldly experience. Our initial entry into this much-anticipated hike started out with confusion, as there were no clear signs or trail markers indicating the correct path of entry (in fact, there were several chained-off barriers prohibiting entry, but locals assured us this was just to stop vehicles). Proceeding past some crumbling homes and sheds along the outermost cliff sides, we left the road behind and continued to walk along a canyon. As we rounded a bend, the Valley came into view: a dry, rocky glacial valley, flanked by towering cliffs that have eroded into needle-like spires. The air was thin and dusty. Along the main valley, landslides have created slits in the cliff wall, but exploring these steeply-sloped paths inevitably led to dead ends. Instead, we proceeded to Eric’s pre-mapped GPS point—a single trailhead that ascended through a larger crack in the cliffs. Completely alone, we walked carefully up a narrow, winding path. The enormous spires flanked us on both sides, obscuring the sun and reaching up to the heavens like giant fingers. The scene reminded us that this valley is so-named because locals believed that the souls of babies who died before baptism were sent here, where they became trapped and forced to live out an eternity in ‘limbo.’ With these thoughts came a mysterious, creepy feeling... one which sent chills up our spines and caused our stomachs to churn… oh wait, actually I think that may be yesterday’s dinner...
La Paz - part 10
Our Lessons
Battling acute gastrointestinal illness in addition to altitude-induced shortness of breath made our hike particularly challenging, but we pressed on, determined to continue our ascent through this eerie, rocky ‘forest.’ Our reward: the path eventually opened up to rolling highlands with dried, golden-colored grass. The cool wind blew over the hills, causing the grass to shimmer in the afternoon sun, creating a mesmerizing contrast with the dark spires below. Between the canyons, a breathtaking view of La Paz could be seen in the distance. From above it all, the sprawling city seemed so small, and it made us feel small, and alone… except, for each other—two freed spirits, wandering every corner of this Earth together.
Salar de Uyuni - part 1
Our Lessons
After the final overnight bus ride of our globetrotting adventure, a sleep-deprived Eric was feeling a little ‘salty.’ As the sun rose, we put on our darkest sunglasses and gazed into a blinding white plain, which extended beyond the horizon in all directions: we reached Salar de Uyuni, the world’s largest salt flat. This much-anticipated destination was one we had previously hoped to tack on earlier to our Peru trip, but we could not due to border closures at that time… and due to our decision not to follow the advice of a local tour agency, who had suggested to “just bribe the border officer and they’ll let you pass!”
Prior to starting this 3-day expedition across the salt flat, we walked the dirt roads of Uyuni’s town center, stuffing our bellies with the last bit of restaurant-quality food. From here on out, we would be eating only what our tour group carried in the back of our Land Cruiser for the next three days. The air was dry, and remained generally cold, with strong wind beating at our raw skin. However, in the thin atmosphere, the rising sun radiated down from a perfectly blue, cloudless sky, and provided much-appreciated warmth.
Leaving the shelter of the small town behind, our first stop served as a reminder of the harshness of this salty environment, which will inevitably turn any human-made machine into rust. The so-called “train cemetery” consists of old British-made locomotives, which had been used to drive an early-1900s mining operation. Unfortunately, baseline maintenance difficulties were worsened by sabotage attacks by Andean indigenous groups, who saw the rails as an invasion of nature, and their territory. The British abandoned the industry by the 1940s, leaving behind a playground of empty steam engines and carriages for Eric to enjoy leaping across like an old Western Bandito Yanqui.
Uyuni - part 2
Our Lessons
We felt as small as a grain of sand (or salt) in this endless desert, as our Land Cruiser drove at high speeds into the salt flat. Mountains could be seen on the far horizon, but this nearest point of reference was so out of reach that it gave the illusion that we were not moving at all. Our driver paused, allowing us to step out and have a ‘sample’ for ourselves. Doing a quick push-up, I leaned down, stuck out my tongue, and tasted the purest crystallized salt. We were in the dry season of this early South American summer, and the evaporation of the annual floods caused the salt to precipitate into intriguing hexagonal patterns across the dry ground. Because of the vastness, distance is difficult to determine, allowing us to capture some fun perspective photos.
Uyuni - part 3
Our Lessons
We continued across this ocean of salt until we approached a large hill, which jutted out of the white surroundings. Because the salt remained perfectly level with the ground, stepping onto the reddish-brown stones that comprised this elevated patch of earth made it feel like we were setting foot on an actual island in the middle of a white sea. Before the invention of vehicles, we learned that local people would use this land, known as Isla Incahuasi, as a temporary refuge when crossing the salt flat. Enormous cacti towered over us as we enjoyed a short hike up to the highest point. Looking into the distance, we could see a caravan of Jeeps, which appeared like tiny ants making their way across the vastness. We returned to our Land Cruiser and followed suit, positioning ourselves in the perfect location to watch the sunset over a distant mountain range.
Uyuni - part 4
Our Lessons
Temperatures dropped and the winds picked up quickly with nightfall. We continued to drive until we reached the shelter of a rustic hotel—which was, in fact, built from salt! Impressively, literally everything except the roof of this hotel is made of salt: the walls, the tables, the chairs, the nightstand, and even the bed frame. Luckily for us, our pillows and blankets were made of cotton, and the hotel was somewhat insulated from the cold.
Reserva Nacional de Fauna Andina - part 1
Our Lessons
Surviving our first night, we departed in the early morning to continue exploring this alien landscape. Leaving the salt flat behind, we ascended to even higher ground, crossing through deserts with enormous red boulders. High-altitude lakes, although retaining water underneath, were covered in borax, a different form of salt used in pesticides and household cleaners. They also contained yellow patches of sulfur. Though many species would consider this an inhospitable environment, beautiful pink flamingos seemed to thrive here.
Reserva Nacional de Fauna Andina - part 2
Our Lessons
We encountered an unexpected number of friendly animals during this expedition. In some areas, dry earth transitioned to mossy green river valleys, where herds of llamas roamed free. In an old, dusty mining town in which homes are mostly made of mud bricks, we had our most adorable encounter with a generally elusive vicuña. These wild alpaca ancestors are not typically domesticated, but it seems that one was happily living in the backyard of a local miner, where we observed it playfully nudging and using its mouth to pick up a small friend: a kitten! When we caught its attention, it walked right up to the gate, and the two of us shared a moment of tranquility staring into each other’s eyes.
Reserva Nacional de Fauna Andina - part 3
Our Lessons
Our eyes witnessed several unique lakes during this journey, but one that stands out in our memories was the vibrant Laguna Colorada. Its remarkably red hues contrasted with its white borax islands, the blue sky, the brown mountain backdrop, and the larger tufts of hardy yellow grass interspersed across the dirt hills. We are told that it is a combination of red sediments and the pigmentation of algae that give this lake its color—and it was definitely the reddest lake that we have ever seen!
Reserva Nacional - part 4
Our Lessons
As our 4x4 truck climbed to 4,900 meters (16,000 feet), we arrived at one of the highest geothermal fields in the world: Sol de Mañana. We were advised to cover our noses before walking out of the car, due to the pungent smell of sulfur emanating from the earth below. We envisioned ourselves stepping on the surface of Mars, as we tip-toed along the iron-rich ground, across narrow ridges in between sinkholes filled with bubbling, greenish-grey sludge. When the wind changed course, the rotten-egg smell of the sulfuric steam emerging from each vent hit us in the face. Even after walking away, the lingering smell in our clothes reminded us of this unique and unforgettable experience.
Reserva Nacional de Fauna Andina - part 5
Our Lessons
As our Land Cruiser approached the Polques Hot Springs, the setting sun illuminated wisps of steam rising from this geothermally-heated lake. From afar, we marveled at the usual sight of numerous vicuñas and flamingos, enjoying what must be unusually warm waters for them (a comfortable 100 degrees F, we would learn). After nightfall, we braved the sub-zero outdoor temperatures, jumping into a manmade 'infinity' pool, which overflowed directly into the lake. We took in the sights of the moonlit waters, a starry sky overhead, and views of a lightning storm over the distant mountains beyond the lake (a surprisingly common phenomenon, we were told, despite such frigid temperatures at this incredibly high altitude!).
Unfortunately, our post-bath return to the tour's hostel was equally memorable: after walking several hundred feet in the blistering cold, we arrived to discover that there was no electricity, and no heat! Even after layering up and snuggling into our sleeping bags, plus four extra blankets, this was the coldest night of our lives. As we huddled close for warmth, we recalled our La Paz tour guide noting that most households and even most hotels in Bolivia still do not have heating. It is a testament to the strength of the Bolivian people that they have adapted to living in such harsh high-altitude conditions. We hope a sustainable energy solution can be implemented soon, particularly from a pediatrician's perspective: Children living in households with "energy insecurity" are often distracted from developmentally-crucial exploring and learning—due to discomfort from the cold itself, and due to an increased frequency of respiratory illnesses that can result from regular, prolonged exposure to the cold!
Buenos Aires - part 1
Our Lessons
After almost two decades, returning to Buenos Aires for Eric was exciting (this was in fact the first city he ever visited outside the United States!). From Eric’s recollection, at that time it was a modern city with signs of economic struggle… and his initial impression now is that this has mostly remained the same! From a visual standpoint, many parts of Buenos Aires are breathtaking; in fact, the city has been known as the “Paris of South America.” As we walked the city’s central streets, we could see Argentinians’ love affair with France, given that many of its prominent buildings are designed in classic French Baroque and neoclassical styles.
Our first Airbnb in the old San Telmo neighborhood was a beautiful Paris-inspired loft, which made us feel like we were living in a previous era. With a two-story high arched brick ceiling complimented by three separate shuttered balconies, we felt like old French nobles as we lounged on plush provincial-style sofas in this single, well-lit, airy studio (one downside: the high ceilings left us powerless to catch a noisy buzzing beetle flying over our heads that night!). This studio contrasted with the modern design of our second Airbnb: a 16th-story apartment with floor-to-ceiling glass windows and minimalist furniture, overlooking the Retiro skyline and Buenos Aires’ coastline. This apartment was perfect in all aspects except for the powerful winds off the coast, which howled loud enough to wake us in the middle of the night—apparently a normal occurrence in springtime here. On the plus side, these winds seemed to pull away all clouds and haze, and even with the bright city lights we were able to view the stars and constellations clearly from our windows.
Buenos Aires - part 2
Our Lessons
Meanwhile, the remarkably colorful buildings in the southern barrio of La Boca are works of art in and of themselves. With each wall of this neighborhood’s homes having been painted a different bold color, the area has become a major tourist attraction. Street art covering the larger facades tells the many stories of this epicenter’s history and culture. Argentinian football legacy Lionel Messi and his spiritual predecessor Diego Maradona are some of the common faces that we saw immortalized here. In fact, all over Buenos Aires these players' iconic No. 10 jerseys were on full display—especially during the time of our visit, as locals waited with great anticipation for the 2022 FIFA World Cup to begin.
Buenos Aires - part 3
Our Lessons
La Boca proudly proclaims itself to be one of the birthplaces of tango, which indeed originated in the port neighborhoods around Buenos Aires’ Rio de la Plata.
Tango has long since become a worldwide phenomenon—one which we were excited to experience in a particularly intimate setting of Bar Sur. Although there are many large tango shows available downtown, we instead chose to track down this tiny vintage restaurant, which for over 50 years has offered its traditional evening of performance in a room fit for no more than perhaps twenty patrons. We were honored to be in this place which has hosted countless celebrities, including Anthony Bourdain, Sean Connery, and Antonio Banderas. Here, we were serenaded by an incredibly talented classical singer, who was accompanied by passionate musicians (their energetic showmanship defied their age). And most of all, we were mesmerized by the fast, rhythmic steps of an expert tango duet, who pulled off amazing dance moves just inches away from our table.
Buenos Aires - part 4
Our Lessons
While the city’s landscape and culture may seem so rhythmically beautiful from an outsider’s perspective, it did not take long for us to start noticing the countless individuals sleeping in alleyways—and many more people emptying out dumpsters right onto the central Calle Florida pedestrian street at night. Unfortunately, we learned that this has become an increasingly normal circumstance in the last year, due to a dramatic increase in inflation—to the point that even normal people cannot afford their groceries and costs of daily living. In fact, inflation increased by 100% in 2022—accelerated by many factors, including the rapid increase in energy prices due to the Russian invasion of Ukraine, and the rampant printing of money to compensate for the fall of productive activity during the painful pandemic years. In this context, poverty levels rose above 36% that summer (Reuters 2022).
We are told that inflation hit Argentina much worse than other countries because Argentina had been through more than a dozen cycles of hyperinflation and ultimately failed reforms. As a result, distrust in the Argentinian peso runs so deep, that Argentinians have become accustomed to creating their own ‘safeguards’ against inflation—such as doing business tax-free under the table or hoarding foreign currency. Both methods circumvent the spending of pesos in a taxable way; thus, the government does not earn back the tax money it needs to pay for its necessary expenses. As a result, the government is forced to print more money to stay afloat—and the cycle repeats itself!
We experienced this firsthand—to our dramatic benefit as foreigners. On just about every street corner downtown, we encountered a person whispering “Cambio! Cambio!” under their breath (Spanish for “change”)... meaning they were looking to buy U.S. dollars! Once approached, such individuals quietly took us to a back storefront, where we carried out exchanges after negotiating the exact rate. Although frowned upon by the Argentinian government, this practice is so common that there were websites that publish daily “blue market” exchange rates for foreign currencies—which as of November 2022 earned us double the amount of Argentine pesos per dollar, compared to the official bank/credit/ATM exchange rates!
Buenos Aires - part 5
Our Lessons
Unfortunately, with inflation skyrocketing, prices of goods were relatively high even for us! In a shopping area known to be ‘mid-range’ for locals, a pair of jeans would still cost 10,000 pesos (equivalent to about $35 USD even after our “blue market” exchange rate). We talked to some store owners, asking how locals could afford their items, and the owners agreed that only the “Argentinians with money” are able to shop at normal stores right now. The rest, we are told, are struggling. Many, unable to keep up with the prices, have resorted to a bartering system: exchanging things like old clothes for a bag of flour or pasta. In a particularly odd sight for us, we even encountered a large gathering of resident physicians on strike outside the governmental palace, all sporting their white doctors’ coats and protest signs, demanding an increased wage. Knowing that medical residents in the U.S. also make relatively low wages, combined with the fact that Argentinian medical education is free, we were initially skeptical. However, after speaking to a few rally attendees directly, we found out that their situation indeed sounds dire: to simply afford food and rent, these physicians need to work overtime, well beyond our standard 80 hours per week. This is known as ‘moonlighting,’ and it is quite restricted in U.S. residency programs, due to concerns for physicians’ cognitive functioning on minimal sleep—and the resulting dangers to patient safety. The prospect that so many Argentinian resident physicians are forced to moonlight to survive is alarming!
Buenos Aires - part 6
Our Lessons
Upon reflection, we wonder at this point if the continued failure of the Argentinian economy is a self-fulfilling prophecy, perpetuated by mass psychology. If the Argentinian government hypothetically does everything right to "reset" the economy—i.e., if it creates a new Argentinean peso, if it refuses to print more money, if its Fed handles interest rates appropriately, etc—could it save itself? Or, have citizens become so distrustful after so many failed inflation cycles, that they will instinctively continue the destructive habit of hoarding U.S. dollars, gold, and assets—instead of using their Pesos in the taxable way necessary to fund their social services and keep their government stable? In this context, we wonder if even a perfect economic plan ‘on paper’ will fail in practice, if it lacks the will of the people.
Buenos Aires - part 7
Our Lessons
Although everyone we have met so far in Buenos Aires has been kind and helpful, it is clear that many businesses are taking theft prevention seriously at this time. In this context, carrying a backpack while shopping proved to be a nuisance: many stores had security guards at the door, who directed us to put our bags away in a locker, to deter shoplifting.
Oddly, one of the most secure buildings we encountered was the National Public Library. Not only does this brutalist-style monolith appear impenetrable from the outside; but it also features three separate security checkpoints on the first floor and a fourth once we took the elevator to the reading room! Each time, we had to show our passports, receipts of entry, and a personal RFID tag which was assigned to us… and once again, we were required to keep our backpacks in a locker before entering! As we passed the final checkpoint, we were reminded of the library’s strict policy of complete silence: no cell phones, no talking… no eating or drinking! Cameras were everywhere, as were the watchful eyes of a security guard. Admittedly, Eric actually loved this: a bit “Orwellian,” for sure… but a free and ‘secure’ space to work, in peace, undistracted, towering high in the sky… with large windows displaying panoramic views of the surrounding city!
Buenos Aires - part 8
Our Lessons
The food in Buenos Aires is amazing… if you are a carnivore. If you are looking for vegetarian options, they do exist; but in our experience, even the salads are loaded with cheese, bacon bits, and more dressing than we could handle!
Why did Argentina become synonymous with “beef”? It actually dates back to the 1500s, at which time the Buenos Aires settlement’s trading options with Europe were limited by Spanish rule. Despite the name Argentina having originated from the Latin word for “silver” (argentum), mining silver made little sense for Argentinian colonists. The reason: Spain had mandated that traders of metals, including silver, must conduct business exclusively at the port of Lima, Peru (the Spanish colonial capital at the time). This was super far and inconvenient for Argentinians, whose capital city had its own port: the Paraná River delta (today known as the Rio de la Plata).
Due to these trade restrictions, Argentinians elected to mostly forego metal mining, and they instead started experimenting with alternative goods to export. It was then that Argentinean colonists discovered that their lands were one of the largest and most grazing-friendly regions on the planet! Even without the care of a drover, ‘wild’ cattle herds would naturally reproduce and multiply into huge populations here. It wasn't long before Spanish settlers began moving into the country to raise livestock. Soon, the beef industry became the colony's main export—and the men responsible for herding cattle, known as “gauchos,” became the legendary cowboys of South America.
As a result, to this day the beef in Buenos Aires is fresh, tender, readily available, and relatively affordable even at high-end restaurants. To burn off all these delicious calories, we enjoyed jogging along the oceanfront Natural Preserve, which provided fresh air and views of the La Plata delta—which is brown due to the river sediments that pour into the ocean here.
Buenos Aires - part 9
Our Lessons
In our experience, Argentinians seem to have adapted an Italian style of cooking—not surprising, as 60% of their population are at least partially descended from Italian immigrants. I particularly loved the ravioli dishes, which seemed consistently plump, and moist, with perfectly cooked shells.
Argentinians’ sweet tooth is on the next level: Upon entering a dulce de leche shop, we were immediately welcomed by an enthusiastic worker, who educated us in detail on how their products were made and encouraged us to try all the flavors he had available. He even took a free shot of dulce de leche liquor with us (which was even sweeter than Baileys or Kaluha). Furthermore, purchasing a slice of cake at a bakery can be a serious commitment: at Lobo Cafe along the waterfront, one piece of cake took the two of us three days to finish!
Surprisingly, the famed yerba mate tea was actually difficult to find at regular cafes. Consisting of loose tea leaves and herbs crumpled into a cup with hot water poured over, mate’s claim to fame is the unique straw, which filters the tea as you drink. The flavor was quite intense for me, but better with added sugar.
Buenos Aires - part 10
Our Lessons
Stepping into Recoletas Cemetery feels like walking into a unique city of its own: Aisles, some as wide as streets, are lined with miniature, ornately-designed ‘buildings,’ which are actually mausoleums. This cemetery is a shining example of how lavish a person’s final resting place can be, if that person is wealthy. However, even after death, in Recoletas there are blatant disparities once the money runs out: for families who are able to continue to give money to the cemetery, their ancestors’ mausoleums are immaculately well-kept by dedicated cemetery staff. In contrast, many adjacent mausoleums are falling apart: their glass shattered, walls and ceilings crumbling, and caskets decaying from the elements—these latter sites no longer have anyone to pay their maintenance fees. The twisted moral of this story: you can’t take your money with you when you die… but then again, it can still continue to polish your material world! In the end, does any of this really matter?
Buenos Aires - part 11
Our Lessons
One architect's take on how to rise to 'heaven' can be seen in the Palacio Barolo downtown. When completed in 1923, this art deco-style office building was the tallest in South America... and it was built to impress! Its highest floors have numerous rounded balconies, which are designed to look like puffy clouds, leading to the heavens. In modern days, tourists can ascend its antiquated elevators from the ground floor, which features monster statues (symbolic of 'hell’) to the upper balconies of ‘heaven’... and indeed, the views and food at its rooftop restaurant are quite divine! If only getting to Heaven for real was as simple and cheap as paying an entry ticket!
Ushuaia - part 1
Our Lessons
As it is the world’s southernmost city, some people refer to Ushuaia as the “End of the Earth”... but in reality, we knew we were not quite there yet :)
Ushuaia is a beautiful shore town surrounded by clear waters, alpine glaciers and majestic mountains, which remain snow-capped even during late spring. This southern tip of Patagonia is known as the Tierra del Fuego, which translates to the “Land of Fire.” It was given this nickname by explorer Magellan, who was impressed by the abundance of bonfires visible along the shoreline—fires which the indigenous Yahgan people kept constantly burning, in order to stay warm in the land’s harsh climate. We learned that the use of fire to generate heat was particularly important for the Yahgan due to this region’s deficit of animals to hunt for fur—meaning the Yahgan people typically walked around completely naked despite the cold! As such, they were even known to have mastered to art of maintaining small fires burning on their wooden boats during ocean travel. Their additional creative tactics for warmth included covering themselves in animal grease, which helps to trap body heat. Furthermore, these adaptations may pale in comparison to the scientific fact that the Yahgan were shown to have higher baseline metabolisms to generate internal body heat, which they had evolved over generations. Indeed, early European explorers recounted stories of shivering under thick blankets in frigid temperatures, while watching with bewilderment as the unclothed Yahgan adjacent to them slept comfortably in the open air!
Ushuaia - part 2
Our Lessons
For us, the town of Ushuaia was memorable for its touristic charm, with countless souvenir shops on just about every street. The architecture varies, with a mixture of designs from cultures around the world—no doubt a way for each building to uniquely catch the eyes of potential patrons. Ushuaia’s port holds many cruise ships; mostly smaller, ice-enforced ships (suitable for Ushuaia’s other nickname: the “Window to Antarctica”). Daylight here is long in November, with sunlight from 4:00 a.m. to beyond 10:00 p.m.
Ushuaia - part 3
Our Lessons
To our delight, Ushuaia’s booming tourist industry meant the town had an abundance of delicious cuisines. Top-quality Argentinian beef is available, but not as common as with some of our all-time favorite seafoods: succulent king crab and Chilean sea bass, which could be found in many restaurants at relatively low prices with our favorable USD-to-peso exchange rate. Unfortunately, we learned that fishing practices here have not been sustainable, and the king crab population has decreased alarmingly. We are told early government attempts to intervene had mixed results: for instance, after a law was passed allowing for only bigger male crabs to be captured, a disproportionate abundance of female crabs resulted, who were unable to reproduce due to the absence of males!
Ushuaia - part 4
Our Lessons
One of the most rewarding hikes in this part of Tierra del Fuego is Mount Cerro Guanaco. During our 3-hour climb, we passed through a dense, mossy forest with the most unusual collection of curved tree trunks—signs of nature’s struggle against the constant barrage of fierce winds. As we ascended above the tree line, a fantastical scene came into view: Vast, golden-brown marshlands dotted with colorful wildflowers and green lichens, which reached far up the series of steep mountain slopes that stood between us and the summit. Water from melting glaciers produced numerous streams hidden underneath the mossy grass—which inevitably led to soaked shoes and socks. After passing through patches of remaining snow, the trail became dry, and then dissipated into a poorly defined path across an enormous open ridge covered with loose sheets of rock. The wind up here was strong and bitingly cold, whipping us from side to side and numbing any exposed areas of our skin. We struggled on, finally reaching the thousand-meter summit. As we ascended a final boulder at the edge of a steep cliff, we were awestruck by a full panoramic scene of Patagonia. Views of this famed, untamed landscape exceeded our expectations: countless snow-capped peaks, pristine turquoise and emerald-green lakes, and meandering glaciers as far as our eyes could see! Peering to the east, the town of Ushuaia appeared tiny in comparison to the grand majesty of nature.
Ushuaia - part 5
Our Lessons
In contrast with our grueling hike up Cerro Guanaco, our trek to Emerald Lake was flat, peaceful, and whimsical. Oddly, perhaps the most memorable feature of this hike was the seemingly endless fields of yellow dandelions, which created a magnificent contrast with the marshlands and the calm streams reflecting the blue sky and mountain silhouettes. Upon reaching the lake, nothing could have been more refreshing than finally using our LifeStraw to have a sip of this fresh, ice-cold glacial water (we had carried this water-filtering straw with us all year as a precaution, but luckily had never used it until now!).
Antarctica - part 1
Our Lessons
“Why would someone risk traveling to Antarctica, anyway?” Perhaps it is natural for some to ask this question following the tragic deaths of two Americans, who had begun their voyage to the White Continent 24 hours prior to us, after their Zodiac pontoon raft capsized in icy waters. Just days later, a third American tourist died after a large rogue wave shattered her cabin’s glass window as her ship made its way across the stormy Drake Passage. We are grateful to have completed this journey safely, and we were heartbroken to learn upon our return that others had not. The photos that follow were captured by us and various fellow passengers; we hope they will help readers to be inspired with a spirit of adventure—and to understand why many have chosen to make a life-changing trip to this magical place dedicated to peace, science, and the beauty of nature that is ‘least’ touched by humankind.
Truly, Antarctica was the ultimate destination of our long journey—one which certainly has widened our perspective of how intricately we are all connected in this One World. Antarctica’s wildlife, landscapes, and ecosystems do not exist in isolation. We wish everyone could see firsthand how critically we rely on them, as much as they rely on us. Although a horrifying prospect, Antarctic tourist deaths are extremely rare with modern vessels (in fact, we couldn’t find any other recent news stories of tourist deaths, because they happen so rarely). We hope these two isolated events do not discourage those seeking to admire the majesty of this continent.
Antarctica - part 2
Our Lessons
A large, blubbery seal sleepily gazed up at us from the docks as we took our final step off of mainland South America, and set foot in the Ocean Endeavour, Intrepid Travel’s ice-strengthened polar expedition ship. We departed promptly, cruising at speed through the calm waters of the Beagle Channel. As the sun grew low in the sky, we made it out to the open sea. We texted a final farewell to our families as we watched our cell phone signals drop to zero—with all connections to civilization severed, we were ready to have our ‘assets’ frozen!
For the next two nights, we slept soundly in our comfortable cabin beds—an unusual occurrence for a crossing through the Drake Passage, our captain noted. This body of water between the tip of Argentina and Antarctica is notorious for rough seas… and some members of our crew commented that a “Drake Lake” (suspiciously calm waters) on the way down can serve as an omen for a more violent “Drake Shake” on the way back…
Antarctica - part 3
Our Lessons
With blue skies and only moderate waves during the day, we enjoyed relaxing at the back of the boat, where we watched some of the world’s most iconic seabirds glide in to snatch unsuspecting fish that had gotten pushed up towards the surface by the ship’s engines. These included great petrels, numerous black-browed albatrosses and even the majestic wandering albatross: the bird with the world’s largest wingspan of eleven feet, capable of carrying itself 10,000 miles in a single journey, our tour’s ornithologist shared with us! Inside the ship’s comfortable bar-lounge, the tour’s professional marine biologist, geologist, and historian likewise kept us entertained with engaging lectures about the unique world we were about to experience—and humbling tales about the Antarctic’s earliest explorers, who dared to brave these waters in wooden steamships!
Antarctica - part 4
Our Lessons
Over just two days, the daytime weather changed from comfortable springtime in Ushuaia to frigid cold as we crossed the Antarctic Convergence. On our third day, it began to snow. As we approached Antarctica, we caught small glimpses of the massive icebergs… then a snow-covered mountain just barely visible in the distance. Within the next few hours, the snow abated, and the most majestic White Continent appeared before us.
Walking out onto our ship’s highest deck, we felt overwhelmed with emotion as our eyes took in the 360-degree view that surrounded us. Fleeting sunlight pierced through low-lying clouds in the horizon, revealing enormous mountains in all directions, each buried in an immeasurable amount of permanent ice and snow. Fine snow blowing off the highest peaks blended with the curvature of the clouds, creating a seemingly infinite white mountainous backdrop. In the foreground, the sea surrounding us was riddled with massive icebergs, which cast dramatic shadows on the water below. Stunned by this beautiful scene, we were excited to begin exploring these barely-charted lands.
Antarctica - part 5
Our Lessons
We geared up in all of our winter clothes as the sun receded once more behind thick clouds. Crewmembers carefully assisted us onto one of our ship’s small motorized pontoon rafts. With no seatbelts and brief instructions on how to safely sit along the inflated rims of these ‘Zodiac’ boats, we were ready to begin our first of several unforgettable expeditions. Our first landing destination was to be a colony of gentoo penguins; however, as we set out, our team leader commented, “Most people come to Antarctica for the penguins, but they keep coming back for the ice!” She was right.
Antarctica - part 6
Our Lessons
Our excursion began in incredibly calm waters, which created perfect mirror reflections of the towering icebergs and glaciers that surrounded us. As our leader effortlessly steered us around an increasingly dense maze of ice, we were captivated by the vibrant shades of blue that peeked out from their cracks and crevices. We learned that these pieces have been compressed so densely that the air bubbles typically present in ice have gotten squeezed out—resulting in a type of crystallization that reflects blue! Furthermore, the unique and often gravity-defying appearance of each iceberg served as a reminder to us that only 10% of an ice block sits above water. Interestingly, the ‘tip’ of the iceberg changes regularly because the underwater part erodes faster, due to the proportionately warmer temperature of seawater compared to the colder air above. As the iceberg’s center of gravity switches, it will roll over, revealing unusual patterns… such as ‘track marks’ made by bubbles, which chisel parallel grooves into the ice as they repeatedly take the path of least resistance to the surface.
Antarctica - part 7
Our Lessons
“Don’t forget that icebergs are chunks of ice that have broken off from freshwater glaciers. They may float in the salty ocean, but they have no salt inside—and they are particularly refreshing in your drink!” our leader enthusiastically commented. “And if you did drink an iceberg, you would be consuming ice that is tens if not hundreds of thousands of years old!” Later, after spotting a perfectly transparent specimen, Eric bravely put his hands in the freezing water to pull up a foot-long chunk of floating ice. It was surprisingly heavy due to its extreme density, so it required our friends to hold Eric by his feet to stop him from being flipped into the water as he hoisted the ice aboard! That evening, we chipped the ice into cubes, to compliment a perfectly blue margarita. Too bad we were not more entrepreneurial; it turned out the crew had acquired a similarly-sized piece for the ship’s charity auction, which they melted, bottled, and sold for $400!
Antarctica - part 8
Our Lessons
Though we were no strangers to seeing wild penguins, we had never laid eyes on so many at one time, nor had we observed their diverse behaviors and skills. As we approached their colony, we were amazed to see assemblies of penguins rhythmically jumping like dolphins out of the water—essentially ‘flying’ as they swam! The gentoo is the world’s fastest penguin, and they easily outswam our Zodiac as they raced us to their home. We learned that penguins have adapted this technique of ‘porpoise-leaping’ as they swim in order to breathe while continuing to propel themselves forward. They can even launch themselves several feet into the air at the end of their journey to propel themselves up onto solid ground. Ironically, once on land, these graceful swimmers immediately transition to bumbling, accident-prone walkers. As we watched the gentoos comedically make their way up the snow packed hill, we concluded that each penguin is no more than a few minutes away from its next clumsy slip and fall onto its belly!
Antarctica - part 9
Our Lessons
As it turns out these beautiful little stinkers have a messy living space. With bellies full of freshly-caught fish and shrimplike krill, gentoos readily relieve their bowels upon making it to shore—thus from afar, the first sign that we were approaching a penguin colony the sight of brown-tinged snow. Interestingly, other birds, such as the snowy sheathbill, skip the hard work of fishing and survive by simply eating the penguins’ nutrient-rich poop.
Wobbly-walking gentoos see no reason to take the road less-traveled. Instead, they ‘engineer’ their own smoothed-out ‘penguin highways,’ by walking single-file all the way up to the tops of the cliffs, where they typically nest on solid rock once the snow melts. Unfortunately, climate change is making this challenging for penguins in multiple ways: First, at the time of our arrival, greater variation in weather patterns meant that in this particular location, the snow had not yet melted as usual. If it did not melt soon, the gentoos would not be successful in reproducing this year, as their eggs cannot survive on the cold snow. Luckily for the gentoos, their total population has remained stable, because the generally warmer Antarctic climate has allowed them to expand farther south. This, however, has created a problem for the native chinstrap and Adélie penguins. These species are not capable of migrating, and the proportionately larger gentoos are establishing new colonies where the native penguins used to. As a result, chinstrap and Adélie populations are in dramatic decline.
Antarctica - part 10
Our Lessons
We were graced with blue skies and calm waters once again as we made our way across Neko Harbor, towards mainland Antarctica. Eric, who had been binge-watching Nat Geo and David Attenborough specials in anticipation for this trip, was ecstatic that the live scene in front of us matched perfectly with the footage he had seen on TV: As we cruised along, hordes of porpoise-leaping penguins glistened in the sun. A giant leopard seal lazily warmed himself atop an iceberg, while a playful Weddell seal showed off her tail fins to us. A pod of humpback whales surfaced nearby, opening their giant mouths to fill their bellies with up to 3,000 pounds of tiny krill per day!
A moment of triumph: during our shore landing at Neko Harbor, we officially completed our goal of leaving our “footprints in seven continents”! It was heartwarming to be surrounded by like-minded world travelers, many of whom were completing their own milestones and sharing this exciting moment with us.
Antarctica - part 11
Our Lessons
Our expedition leaders were not shy in voicing how thrilled they were to experience such pristine weather for multiple consecutive days, as the conditions here are usually extremely unpredictable. Unfortunately, for us, it was the calm before the storm. As we sipped hot chocolate on the ship’s deck in continued daylight at 11:00 p.m., we noticed ominous clouds rolling in. Sure enough, the next day, snow and winds were pounding during our morning Zodiac expedition, making it impossible to make landfall. Soon after, we received word that two massive stormfronts were coming our way.
Given this news, our ship headed for the protected waters of Deception Island: a collapsed, semi-active volcano crater and a former refuge for the majority of Antarctic whaling ships of the 1800s. Entering the crater through a narrow crack known as “Neptune’s Bellows,” we found ourselves floating in the center of the caldera, with high cliffs composed of volcanic ash on all sides. We were reassured that although there are frequent tremors, this volcano has not erupted since 1970, and the cove’s water is the same freezing temperature as mainland Antarctica’s. Perhaps this would be a nice place for a swim?
Antarctica - part 12
Our Lessons
The excitement of jumping into Antarctic water overcame my fear of frostbite… and the added energy of the crew made it all quite fun. Eric, always a gentleman, had a slightly different perspective: seeing we were a couple, the team encouraged us to ‘tandem’-jump side by side. Unfortunately, there was only one ladder to climb back up, so Eric waited in the water until I climbed out first. His abrupt, rapid treading of water after the first twenty seconds reflected his inner feelings about the situation: “The cold did not hurt like ‘a thousand knives,’” Eric would later recount, “But I did get that sudden, overwhelming feeling of dread, as my core began to get a deep, trembling chill from within. I can imagine the agony Antarctic sailors who had fallen overboard or Titanic victims must have felt… and I doubt I’d have more than a minute to come up with any creative solution to save myself before my mind freezes!” Luckily, in this self-inflicted submersion, Eric had no trouble scrambling up the ladder soon after me… and just like that, we had both survived a true “Polar Plunge!” Was it worth it? Definitely yes, for the experience and the perspective… but perhaps once in a lifetime is more than enough! We appreciated the complimentary “welcome back” shot of vodka provided by the crew, as we quickly made our way to the ship’s outdoor hot tub.
While reminiscing about our brief time in the water, our trip leaders ‘reassured’ us that ocean saltwater rarely gets below freezing (the ship’s underwater thermometer indicated -0.5 °C at the time). This means even Antarctica’s Southern Ocean, the coldest on the planet, averages just over 0 °C , with -2 °C being the coldest-recorded temperature.
Antarctica - part 13
Our Lessons
While taking in the sights of Deception Island’s landscape, we noticed the presence of huge, rusted oil tanks. However, these tanks were not for crude oil. It was here that we learned the tragic history of the whale oil industry, which has been responsible for the deaths of over 2.8 million whales over the last 2 centuries.
Yes—while it may seem atrocious by present-day standards, whale oil literally lubricated the wheels of machinery of the Industrial Revolution—and by extension, the progression to the modern civilization we have today! The development of reliable clocks, typewriters, soaps, machines in factories, advanced weapons and explosives all depended on whale oil, because it was the only high quality lubricant which didn't corrode metal and remained liquid in freezing temperatures. Equally important, reliable illumination throughout the major metropolises of the West forever changed work hours and productivity. It is noted that by the mid-1800s, all 5,000 lamps of London were run on whale oil. At the time, this was considered necessary; perhaps not even ‘evil.’ In the 1851 novel Moby Dick, first mate Starbuck went so far as to say “Almighty God” blessed them for providing whales to the world.
Unfortunately, the story of Moby Dick, a small ship harpoon-hunting a single whale, is far from the reality of the whaling industry as it expanded. With advances in technology, behemoth-sized ‘factory ships’ were constructed to cross the seas and hunt whales in the most populated polar regions. These ships dispatched multiple motorboats, which hunted several whales at a time. With lethal efficiency, hunters learned to affix a flag and flotation ballasts to killed whales, which they would then leave adrift while searching for their next kill. In this way, at the end of a single afternoon, a motorboat crew could retrieve and tow several flagged whales back to the factory ships, which often anchored at Deception Harbor.
In terms of biomass, it has been stated that the human hunting of whales represents the greatest animal exploitation of all time—and to our surprise, we learned that the whaling industry is not a piece of ancient history. On the contrary, it was only in the 1960s that the whale killings started to peak, at which point humans had nearly driven many of the world's whale species to extinction. To this day, countries like Norway continue to defy a 40-year-old international agreement to protect whales, under the justification that the animals are used for food and that whaling is part of their heritage. Meanwhile, Japan only recently agreed to stop whaling and continues to insert suggestions that it may resume the practice in the name of “research”—however, our ship’s marine biologist speculated that Japan is simply fomenting these attention-grabbing headlines as a distraction from its even-more controversial fishing practices.
Antarctica - part 14
Our Lessons
The plight of the whales was a gut-wrenching topic for us, especially after a one-in-a-lifetime encounter we had experienced the previous evening. As were navigating back to the ship through the calm sea filled with pack ice, a large, dark silhouette emerged from the water right in front of our Zodiac’s path. Our leader immediately cut the engine, and we all gasped in excitement as we realized we were in the presence of a minke whale! We scanned our surroundings, to see if we could catch another glimpse of him underwater—only to realize that he, too, was looking for us. In a moment of astonishment, our eyes caught him lifting his head out of the water, peeking directly at us from behind a block of ice! Suddenly it felt as if the roles had reversed: we were the exotic creatures who had appeared in his home, and thus we were the object of curiosity. As if recognizing that we were not a threat, he silently glided his head back into the water, then proceeded to swim directly under and around us! He did this for several minutes, intermittently surfacing to breathe and observe us from different angles. Given his massive size compared to our Zodiac (and certainly to our own bodies), this encounter felt unusually gentle and unintimidating. As we tracked his graceful movements around us, it all felt surreal—as if the troubles of the world had faded away, and all that mattered was this beautiful new kinship and the connection between all living things.
Antarctica - part 15
Our Lessons
Our hearts ache for the suffering we humans have inflicted on the whales, as we have come to understand that they are truly not so different from us. Whales have highly developed brains and have been observed to have human-like intellectual traits. For instance, researchers have evidence that a coordinated fishing technique known as “bubble-net feeding” is not an instinctual behavior, but one that has been learned—a ‘discovery’ that a single family of humpback whales made in the Arctic just one hundred years ago, and then taught to others families through complex vocal conversations and the sharing of their unique “culture.” Today, families of humpbacks can be seen bubble-net feeding (and heard explaining to their offspring how to perform this technique) all over the world!
Furthermore, whales are known to form friendships and to feel emotions. Tragic stories of ‘mass beachings,’ in which dozens of whales have gotten stuck on land, are thought to occur after one whale becomes ill and needs to rest—and so its entire family comes to shore to support it (and when humans have tried to bring some of these stranded whales back to sea, the healthy whales will self-beach again, in order to stay with their loved one!).
Even more amazingly, humpback whales who have been attacked by orcas in the past are known to go out of their way to defend seals and other unrelated species from orca attacks. Scientists think these shocking interventions demonstrate a humpback’s ability to remember a traumatic event, and then choose to put itself in harm’s way to save a strange animal despite no personal gain. This emotion of empathy was previously thought to be a trait that made humans ‘superior’ to all other animals—but perhaps, in reality, whales are better at showing empathy than us!
Antarctica - part 16
Our Lessons
After a brief period of calm within the protected waters of Deception Island, we set off, full steam ahead, in an effort to avoid the most violent part of the storm while crossing the Drake Passage. As we would discover firsthand, depending on the day, the journey to and from Antarctica can be smooth sailing—or, it can be one of the most treacherous voyages a ship can make. This is because the currents encircling the Southern Ocean meet no resistance from any land mass. The result: waves here can regularly rise to 40 feet or higher, earning the Drake Passage the title of “the world's most powerful convergence of the seas.”
That night, we were woken up by the sounds of items shifting back and forth in our cabin dresser, and toiletries falling over the railed vanity in our bathroom. Getting up to secure our things immediately brought on intense motion sickness. Downing Dramamine pills around the clock helped to take the edge off; however, its sedating effect required heavy doses of caffeine to allow us to remain active. For an avid coffee drinker like me, this normally would not be problematic; however, as the storm worsened, the simple act of sipping a cup of hot coffee without spilling proved nearly impossible! For the next two days, we were officially in the thick of the “Drake Shake”! Traversing the hallways entailed zig-zagging from one wall to the other and around fellow passengers, as a constant barrage of waves tilted the ship left and right. What was previously a calm dining experience became louder than a rock concert: dinnerware, chairs, and unseen heavy-sounding items in the kitchen were regularly crashing to the floor. In anticipation of this madness, the tables were permanently bolted down, and most chairs were attached to loose chains. Coffee and tea stations were mummified in plastic wrap and tied down. Water was sprayed onto the tablecloths, in a losing effort to prevent plates and glassware from sliding. Curiously, breakable glass cups, not plastic, continued to be used. When asked why, a crewmember responded, “Tourists prefer glass. Plastic gets dirty; it’s not Five Star service!”
It should be noted that while I was either feeling seasick or being tossed back and forth in bed, Eric was having a grand old time bouncing around the ship, finding amusement in watching the mayhem unfold. He gives credit to taking the maximum dose of Dramamine, plus caffeine pills to counteract the side effects. His philosophy: life can be a roller coaster, but it is a reality worth experiencing!
Antarctica - part 17
Our Lessons
As the Ocean Endeavor returned to calmer waters approaching Ushuaia, our expedition leaders concluded with a heartfelt reminder: We are now part of a tiny minority of humans who have seen the beauty of Antarctica with our own eyes—thus, when we speak of it, perhaps others will listen.
As advocates for the wellbeing of the White Continent, we must remember that while it may seem distant, Antarctica is often referred to as the “beating heart” of our planet. This is because the Southern Ocean absorbs as much as 75% of the excess heat produced by human activity—and furthermore, Antarctic krill are responsible for sequestering approximately 35% of the carbon dioxide absorbed by the world's oceans. This process slows down climate change: Antarctic krill, one of the most abundant animal species on the planet, feed on photosynthetic algae that absorb CO2. Once full, schools of krill make daily vertical descents to the depths of the ocean floor, where they excrete their carbon-containing waste—thus burying it and keeping it out of our atmosphere.
Of equal importance, krill serve as a “keystone species” for the world’s marine life. Not only are krill the direct source of food for the majority of Antarctica’s animals; in addition, the sheer volume of iron and other nutrients excreted by krill are carried by Antarctic currents to oceans all across our planet. These fertilizing nutrients are critical for sustaining biodiversity throughout the global oceans—including the seafood that reaches our plates in every corner of the world.
Unfortunately, our expedition leaders pointed out that climate change is depleting the sea’s ice, which serves as a home for algae, thus melting away the krill’s food source. This has and will continue to decrease the krill population at a dramatic rate. Bottom line: climate change’s effects on the White Continent are far more extensive than the displacement of penguin colonies: the entire stability of our world’s ecosystem depends on it!
Antarctica - part 18
Our Lessons
It will take global collaboration to give our planet the best possible future. Although it cannot sustain itself in isolation, Antarctica is an example of a place where that collaboration is actually happening. The Antarctic Treaty, originating in 1959, paved the way for 56 world-leading nations so far to recognize Antarctica as a “natural reserve, devoted to peace and science.” Currently through the year 2048, all territorial claims have been suspended, and all countries have agreed to ban military operations and attempts to harvest mineral resources from the continent. Furthermore, the only permanent structures allowed on Antarctica are scientific research stations—and although most of these stations are owned and run by a single country, they are shared with scientists from other countries. Cooperative planning of large-scale research projects, exchanges of personnel among projects and stations, and the shared use of ships and aircraft have all occurred. These efforts have allowed foundations to focus their collective energy on finding solutions that will benefit our global family, not just an individual nation. As a result, despite living in one of the harshest climates in the world, we are told that Antarctic researchers feel generally happy—because they have been empowered with the opportunity and tools to achieve what is fulfilling to them.
Antarctica - part 19
Our Lessons
Antarctica was a fitting end to our journey: never so clearly have we seen a land in which nationality, culture, and creed take a back seat to the simple human desire to help one another: to work together to do what they believe is right. A rare gem, surrounded by a world of danger and chaos? Maybe not.
This memoir serves as our personal “witness statement”: During a time of global economic downturn, we walked through 40 countries and became immersed in countless cultures and traditions. We did most of this unguided, on our own, often putting our trust in ‘ordinary’ people who ended up being extraordinary. Starting our journey, we were warned of danger, rooted from a fear of the unknown. Instead, we were recipients of an exorbitant amount of human kindness, love and compassion. We inevitably ended up in some risky situations, but no real harm ever came to us.
Regardless of what corner of the world we found ourselves in, our experience has shown us that risk is often exaggerated, and that most people are well-intentioned even in the harshest of circumstances. However, it is a simple truth that as humans, if we are not denied our basic rights and have the opportunity to live a fulfilling life, we are less likely to inflict danger on one another. Furthermore, if we are provided education and perspective to understand the interconnectedness of our world, perhaps we would all naturally think like the workers in Antarctica. Having received this, they are passionately focused on the larger goal of collectively helping our global family—our One World.
In the meantime, the world is safe enough… so go forth and explore, dream, discover!
Transfăgărășan Highway, Romania