From the banana and sweet potato hills of Uganda to the banana and sweet potato hills of Papua New Guinea, my round the world adventure has come full circle. Now, at the end of it all, I am struck with an overwhelming warmness and appreciation for all the folks who gave me a place to stay and lent me a helping hand along the way. Amazingly, I have traveled for the better part of a year and rarely had to find my own accommodation. So whether I stayed with you for one night or one month, thank you so so much for your generosity. It has meant much more to me than affordability. You wonderful people have given me the reassuring comfort of kindness that sustained me all the while. And now, I am slightly obliged to extend the same courtesy to you. If you ever need a bed or a tour guide in California, or wherever I end up for that matter, I'm your man.
How about a short logistics recap on the trip. It all started in August of 2008 with Engineers Without Borders in the village of Nkokonjeru, Uganda. We partially successfully made mud stoves for more efficient and cleaner cooking, amongst other things. I rafted the first few kilometers of the Nile getting washed about in several class 5 rapids. November was spent exploring the island of Zanzibar off the coast of Tanzania where I lazed about with white sand at my feed and coco palms over my head. This was a mellow time for me where I observed others fasting for Ramadan and managed to read all 1,136 tiny print pages of Atlas Shrugged as well as doing a scuba course. October I crossed Tanzania below Lake Victoria to reenter Uganda where I spent a week on the exotic lake Bunyoni with its terraced hills and unstable canoes. The rest of the month was spent between Nkokonjeru and the capital, Kampala, where I attempted to contribute to a university hybrid vehicle project without much success. Never the less I enjoyed some dusty bars and plenty of televised English football matches. Go Arsenal! I heard they play Man U. in the Champions League semifinal. What a match that will be. Relief in the form of fermented grains came my way in November when I relocated to Belgium and joined the boys at Group T in Leuven on their electric vehicle project. It was winter in Europe and beautiful and I had a blast. I also joined my friend Jason from California in Holland for some fun and exploring. We did Amsterdam, Den Hauge, Delft and later we became the tourist and made that ridiculous music video in Copenhagen and Sweden. Some where in the mix I made my pilgrimage to Gelderland and acquired the secret recipe to spinning bitches (translation from Dutch for a French toast like food). I spent Christmas eve in a Moscow airport on my way to India for a wedding engagement party and to be reunited with my good friend from Australia, Kartini. India was India showing me amazing ancient cave temples, providing delicious foods, and generally being a trip and a half. I got Chicken Pox for some silly reason in Mumbai then beached it up in Goa where I happened to learn to para glide and picked up fire dancing. Then Some time in February I made it to Nepal for a brief visit, crashing Mike and Corinne's pad and discovered an ancient (10 years old) battery powered public transportation system to compliment the cacophony of temples. To kick off the Buddhist new year 2136 I hiked to over 12000 feet into the yak and Tibetan Himalayas. Before leaving I treated myself to some sick threads fulfilling my wildest paisley fantasies. I only gave Sydney 10 days but they were very important ones containing my 27th birthday and heaps of nostalgia from six years prior. Finally, mid March, I zoomed off to Papua New Guinea where I kicked it with Sally, the coolest person ever. We built an industrial fruit dehydrator, hung out in some villages, did some snorkeling, and read a pile of books which frankly could have been better. Echart Tolle, whew.
Thats it. Now I'm home in California. And California is home. It is my friend, it is my mother, it is my community. Leaving home and looking back I realized that everything I am looking for is here. So many times I had the privilege of answering the question of where I am from with a proud and resounding, “I'm from California.” Oohs and aahs inevitably followed but not always for the right reasons. Most foreigners just think about a sunny, beachy Los Angeles and want to hear stories of movie stars. But that's not what makes California a great place. The photo above is a picture I drew in my notebook to describe where I am from when people asked and didn't know. Here we have it all, geographically, culturally, economically. Find the life you want in California. California isn't just great it is also where my roots are at, something I have learned to value recently. I know the language here, have a phatty social network and a mastery of fun things like transportation and shopping. So yeah, California, or Oregon possibly, is where I want to be for the foreseeable future.
With that said, I now have a new network of friends and acquaintances around the world which only invites more business and pleasure abroad. Being away I have fallen in love with California all over again but I am far from being bored with travel. On the contrary. The things I have experienced and seen in the past several months have only whetted my appetite to see more because, of course, there is so much out there and all of it is interesting. In due time I will be traveling again.
Finally, I must share the one thing stands out as the most important experience of this adventure. In a word, grief, the grief of loosing the affection of a girl I love, a girl who I left in August expecting to forget about but never did and who, bless her heart, managed to let go of me and find beauty elsewhere. It is a bit embarrassing to admit to this emotional lameness but avoiding the subject all together would be like describing the contents of a room without mentioning the massive elephant taking a dump on the carpet. Being me, I would have to mention the elephant. This experience of grieving lost love isn't one I am able rationalize very well. A bit of grief seems reasonable to me but consuming grief that overshadows every day of the last however many months strikes me as a bit wacky. The important part isn't why or how but simply that it happened - real emotions, real pain, really surprising. I had fully anticipated this round the world trip to be an extroverted experience, one where my time would be spent soaking it in and causing a ruckus. Instead, it has turned out very introverted. I still soaked and ruckussed but I also found myself on a heavy introspective quest to resolve my pain that has yet to bear fruit. Don't worry, I am still a very happy person by any measure, but just one who has been taking a serious emotional ass whipping for a while now. So what can I take from this? Well, pain is an awesome teacher. I doubt I'll be running away from a happy loving relationship anytime soon. Perhaps this has just been a serious case of the lonelies and reintegration into a social community, perhaps meeting a new girl, will solve everything. Then again, maybe I have some nasty deep seated issues with attachment to be dealt with internally, or something heavy like that. Its hard to say. At any rate, I don't think I am a very good loner. What I have learned, in a substantial way, is that life is not necessarily a straight line. This lesson has been a long time coming for me and I have a feeling it is something everyone gets to learn sooner or later. Now is my time.
Back when I was a teenager the motivation for this round the world adventure was born. It came from a fear of quiet complacency, of taking the path laid in front of me and ending up being quite unremarkable in my own terms. So I vowed to myself that I would strike out into the great wide world with absolute freedom for an entire year and give myself every opportunity to imagine what my life could be like, no strings attached. In doing so I hoped to squash my fears of not living my life to its fullest and gain the confidence to choose whatever path is most me. To this end I have succeeded. Ironically, it has been through humility, not the cockiness I showed up with, that I realized how I can be whatever the heck it is I want to be. The trick is just to pay good attention to that inner me and not get distracted by some fantasy identity I cook up. Easier said than done but I think I've got a good start.
So what is next? Well, I have a whirl wind May and June reconnecting with old friends, going to my brother's wedding (Yay for Tom and Kendra. May you live happily ever after.), and continuing my early retirement with a fun filled retreat to Kauai. Hey, why not? Afterward I will finally, regretfully, have to come out of retirement and find a job. I have my sights set on Bay Area or Portland, engineering for a greener tomorrow, or whatever pays the bills. I know, I know, the economy sucks. Lets see what I can come up with.
Boom Shakalaka Gaia and thanks for reading,
EVG