Well, since being here I would like to say a lot has happened. And it has, in a life revelation kind of way. But not in your everyday, something always happening kind of way. I run the risk of being one of those people who, when asked how their day went, begin by describing my morning ablutions, what I had for breakfast, how long it took me to drive to the shop etc. If there was something interesting to talk about, I would. Perhaps people get by on family and friends, and that is something I see a lot of. Some of Dave's family live around here, and I'm sure that is to be close to his grandmother, and they all chip in to help her out. She knows what she wants, I'll give her that, and does not mince her words in the telling. But she is equally as generous and kind, despite having to talk quite loudly. Dave has almost given up on this - I have become the grandmother-grandson translator.
I found work fairly quickly here, as did Dave. Both of us hated our first jobs. He was selling satellite TV door to door and I was working in a sports bar called the Frosty Gator. We went to this establishment just before I started to get a feel for a Friday night. Turns out they like to get messy just as much as the English and we saw a fight get broken up. This was apparently due to a woman who had legs like tree trunks behaving lewdly with another woman. I had seen a bit of this behaviour but had missed the move that got her chucked out - she jammed a hand up her counterpart's skirt. It was noticed by staff and swiftly dealt with while the man that they were with proudly swanned out after them. I bet he just gets to sit in the corner and watch personally, didn't look too much like the Casanova he obviously thought he was. When we had drunk our fill we went out the front to hail a taxi and were convinced by some locals to join them at a karaoke bar. With free drinks promised we tottered along. I would describe them, but they had little to no comic or interest value aside from getting us drinks, so I'll spare you. We ended up home safe and sound albeit a little wobbly around the edges. So far that's our only night out to date - go us!
Unfortunately the Frosty Gator turned out to be more hectic than it needed to be as far as working goes. All mistakes paid out of my wages in full. The people were nice but took very little interest in me. I mean, I'm not presuming that I'm worth talking to, but at least find out?! I had one customer enquire after hummus - so I started with chickpeas (first mistake, they're garbanzo beans out here. Yes, I know, weird) and as I got half way through the description he asked 'So, is it meat?' Reaching into the depths of self control I responded with the negative to which he replied 'Ah! Hell no then!' I desperately wanted to turn to someone and have a giggle, but wondered who I might offend in the process, so I kept it as my own personal joke til the end of the day.
The main relief here is shooting. Before this, I had shot a gun a handful of times, and that was under Dave's instruction also. But I now find I have an eye for rifle shooting, which I very much enjoy. Handguns are fun, but not as easy to aim, and shotguns are great fun and rewarding because you rarely miss a target. Sadly I'm not shooting bigot Idahoans but just bottles and any other target type stuff lying around. But honestly, I have never come away from shooting without feeling better. It's not even the big bang (which is disappointingly small on some guns), and I've yet to put my finger on what it is. It's not the power, I think it might just be the pure concentration that goes in to aiming and firing a gun. But out here there is plenty of space to shoot. I can understand why the gun laws are so lax, and the state also has the lowest instance of gun crime in the country. When people are piled on top of each other, keep strict gun laws. Out here, you can just drive out to the middle of nowhere and fire off a few rounds. Better than a therapist!
We spend our days off either shooting at shit (non-alive shit), or walking across amazing old lava flows or in the mountains. The scenery out here is something else. So much uninterrupted space with a mountainous backdrop. I miss trees though, well, forests. Apparently northern Idaho is good for that. I'm working in Idaho's version of a fine dining restaurant. It is nice, I'll give the place that, but it's not how I'd do things. So maybe I should put my money where my mouth is and open up my own place. Just get me the hell out of Idaho first!
7 May 2012
9 Apr 2012
Traveling - a retrospect
Well, I have a lot more time on my hands now. Idaho is quite a far cry from central america or Bristol, entertainment revolves around the home, not the pub! So I thought I would use this time, whilst unemployed, to think about my traveling experience and what insight various countries provided me with.
For starters, traveling was not the constantly thrilling experience I was expecting. Don't get me wrong - you pack a whole hell of a lot into a lot less time, but there is still down time. And the down time feels more imposing as you don't have anywhere familiar to go to pass it. This is where I found a laptop was invaluable. Neither myself nor Rosie brought one along, but luckily Priscilla was a bit more prepared. There are days and nights where you just don't want to go out living it up, talking to random people and being generally gregarious. You welcome a screen to stare at in silence. Traveling can be quite demanding otherwise, and while I'm a sociable person, I can't be on form 24 hours a day.
I was also expecting to meet loads of amazing, cool fellow travelers. As it turns out, douche bags get everywhere, and finding those cool and amazing people is harder than finding the cool and amazing things to do. I was also hoping to learn things about myself, but more specifically, good things about myself. Unfortunately while learning good aspects of my personality, I also found that my hatred of the human race was merely reinforced. There is no where unique in the way that there are only good people. Everywhere you go you find arseholes, and I'm much less tolerant of it now than I was before I left. I may be better at masking it, but no less vitriolic in my belief of it. Some people see traveling as one giant piss up. And I'm not going to fool anyone (especially those who have seen the pictures) that I didn't partake. But it wasn't my main reason for going. Whereas some people seemed to be on permanent spring break - in some hostels there is a big push to get 'fucked up,' and I realised I don't drink well in those situations. I would much rather meet a good group of people and drink heavily only because you don't notice you're drinking due to great conversation. This seemed more of a 'let's drink until we like the people around us' kind of affair.
I wanted to come away feeling like we in the west have everything wrong, and the more impoverished countries, although a lack of money, had everything else nailed. Not so. I don't want to go and live in central america in the slums and make life better for people. Firstly, it's an arrogant assumption on my part to assume I have the answers to their problems because I have a comparatively privileged life. Rather, it has made me appreciate the luxuries I was took for granted - even things as simple as flushing toilet paper. One thing they do have right is the family unit. They have such a strong sense of family that it must be hard to feel lonely. But this graciousness doesn't extend much further than home and local community. People are very wary of outsiders, and probably have good historical reason to be. Tourists and travelers are walking wallets. For a long time I kept thinking 'if only they know how little money I actually have,' but then put it into perspective. I can afford to take 6 months off work, unpaid, and fly to another country and travel around and stay in a room with running water. Most people in the areas we were visiting live hand to mouth. A lot of the time they seem happy with their lot, but that is decreasing with the increase of western influence and TV. Despite the prevalence of TV (you can see even the poorest shack alight in the evenings with the glow of this beast) they are still interested by foreigners. And as I found out, blonde hair and blue eyes only serve to fascinate more.
Noise is something which is a part of everyday life. You get used to it to a certain degree, but at points it can still drive you insane. The northern countries loved their fireworks - day and night. Then, to accompany that, they have cars that drive up and down the street from 7 a.m. selling water, gas or politicians. On the buses children make a lot of noise and personal space is treasured though very rarely found. The locals on the bus think nothing of it and can fall asleep within seconds of their bum hitting the seat. I quite often had a groin or bum in my face, only thankful that I was sat down and not stood up! The young boys show no shame in looking down your top until asked to turn away. This is a mode of transport, although much more efficient than ours, is uncomfortable. But they make up for it by selling anything and everything. Honestly, this is the best idea ever. The bus stops, vendors get on selling medication, fruit & veg, burritos, fried chicken, water, fresh fruit juice in a bag, candy, stickers, and then get dropped off at another stop where they cross the road and get on another bus to take them back. I had lunch many a time like this, and it's not a futile endeavor for the vendors either - they walk off with fists full of money. At every opportunity people will try to sell you things. Homes are very rarely just homes, they usually have something to sell.
I was reading a book along the way which focused on Indian immigrants in England, and this helped me to understand what life must be like for someone coming from such crowded, loud countries, as much of central america is, and going into our world. The quiet is deafening and our society lacks a sense of community that it must be difficult to adjust. There is a certain level of comfort to be drawn from something going on around you all the time. Friends around all the time as well as family, and the murmur of life lulls you to sleep.
I feel like I've painted a rather one-sided view of this, but the traveling experience is amazing. Some people do it for their entire lives. I couldn't do that, but I'm going back, that's for sure. You need to find your stride and your way of traveling, and once you do that, you can settle into the adventure. When Rosie and I first arrived in Mexico it was raining and the hostel was almost empty. We sat on the bed in our room and wondered what the hell we had gotten ourselves in for. Within hours we had met a fascinating old guy and made friends with the owner who I still keep in contact with. It took me a little longer to settle in than the others, but you do suddenly realise one day that this is your life and you're no longer comparing it to life 'back home.' Overall it's one of the best experiences of my life, even when it was hard going, it all added to the experience.
One thing I do advise, if you want to get everything out of traveling, is to learn the local language. We missed out on so much, even just talking to locals, because we weren't conversational in the language. We also got ripped off quite a lot because of it. We realised how much we were missing when we got to Belize, where they speak English, and so many opportunities arose just from talking to the locals. If you don't talk to the locals, you don't earn their trust, and you will remain an obvious outsider. While you will always be an outsider, if you speak the language, they will be much more likely to take you into their home, feed you a meal and tell you the amazing things to do in the area that only a local would know.
I know what my brain is like and I know I will think of more things, so i intend to update the blog despite not quite being on the road at the moment. It may just be a critical view of the mid-western (oh wait, sorry, it's a high desert plain here, not the mid-west?!) way of life, and I do like judging people after all. And what a better place to do it!!
For starters, traveling was not the constantly thrilling experience I was expecting. Don't get me wrong - you pack a whole hell of a lot into a lot less time, but there is still down time. And the down time feels more imposing as you don't have anywhere familiar to go to pass it. This is where I found a laptop was invaluable. Neither myself nor Rosie brought one along, but luckily Priscilla was a bit more prepared. There are days and nights where you just don't want to go out living it up, talking to random people and being generally gregarious. You welcome a screen to stare at in silence. Traveling can be quite demanding otherwise, and while I'm a sociable person, I can't be on form 24 hours a day.
I was also expecting to meet loads of amazing, cool fellow travelers. As it turns out, douche bags get everywhere, and finding those cool and amazing people is harder than finding the cool and amazing things to do. I was also hoping to learn things about myself, but more specifically, good things about myself. Unfortunately while learning good aspects of my personality, I also found that my hatred of the human race was merely reinforced. There is no where unique in the way that there are only good people. Everywhere you go you find arseholes, and I'm much less tolerant of it now than I was before I left. I may be better at masking it, but no less vitriolic in my belief of it. Some people see traveling as one giant piss up. And I'm not going to fool anyone (especially those who have seen the pictures) that I didn't partake. But it wasn't my main reason for going. Whereas some people seemed to be on permanent spring break - in some hostels there is a big push to get 'fucked up,' and I realised I don't drink well in those situations. I would much rather meet a good group of people and drink heavily only because you don't notice you're drinking due to great conversation. This seemed more of a 'let's drink until we like the people around us' kind of affair.
I wanted to come away feeling like we in the west have everything wrong, and the more impoverished countries, although a lack of money, had everything else nailed. Not so. I don't want to go and live in central america in the slums and make life better for people. Firstly, it's an arrogant assumption on my part to assume I have the answers to their problems because I have a comparatively privileged life. Rather, it has made me appreciate the luxuries I was took for granted - even things as simple as flushing toilet paper. One thing they do have right is the family unit. They have such a strong sense of family that it must be hard to feel lonely. But this graciousness doesn't extend much further than home and local community. People are very wary of outsiders, and probably have good historical reason to be. Tourists and travelers are walking wallets. For a long time I kept thinking 'if only they know how little money I actually have,' but then put it into perspective. I can afford to take 6 months off work, unpaid, and fly to another country and travel around and stay in a room with running water. Most people in the areas we were visiting live hand to mouth. A lot of the time they seem happy with their lot, but that is decreasing with the increase of western influence and TV. Despite the prevalence of TV (you can see even the poorest shack alight in the evenings with the glow of this beast) they are still interested by foreigners. And as I found out, blonde hair and blue eyes only serve to fascinate more.
Noise is something which is a part of everyday life. You get used to it to a certain degree, but at points it can still drive you insane. The northern countries loved their fireworks - day and night. Then, to accompany that, they have cars that drive up and down the street from 7 a.m. selling water, gas or politicians. On the buses children make a lot of noise and personal space is treasured though very rarely found. The locals on the bus think nothing of it and can fall asleep within seconds of their bum hitting the seat. I quite often had a groin or bum in my face, only thankful that I was sat down and not stood up! The young boys show no shame in looking down your top until asked to turn away. This is a mode of transport, although much more efficient than ours, is uncomfortable. But they make up for it by selling anything and everything. Honestly, this is the best idea ever. The bus stops, vendors get on selling medication, fruit & veg, burritos, fried chicken, water, fresh fruit juice in a bag, candy, stickers, and then get dropped off at another stop where they cross the road and get on another bus to take them back. I had lunch many a time like this, and it's not a futile endeavor for the vendors either - they walk off with fists full of money. At every opportunity people will try to sell you things. Homes are very rarely just homes, they usually have something to sell.
I was reading a book along the way which focused on Indian immigrants in England, and this helped me to understand what life must be like for someone coming from such crowded, loud countries, as much of central america is, and going into our world. The quiet is deafening and our society lacks a sense of community that it must be difficult to adjust. There is a certain level of comfort to be drawn from something going on around you all the time. Friends around all the time as well as family, and the murmur of life lulls you to sleep.
I feel like I've painted a rather one-sided view of this, but the traveling experience is amazing. Some people do it for their entire lives. I couldn't do that, but I'm going back, that's for sure. You need to find your stride and your way of traveling, and once you do that, you can settle into the adventure. When Rosie and I first arrived in Mexico it was raining and the hostel was almost empty. We sat on the bed in our room and wondered what the hell we had gotten ourselves in for. Within hours we had met a fascinating old guy and made friends with the owner who I still keep in contact with. It took me a little longer to settle in than the others, but you do suddenly realise one day that this is your life and you're no longer comparing it to life 'back home.' Overall it's one of the best experiences of my life, even when it was hard going, it all added to the experience.
One thing I do advise, if you want to get everything out of traveling, is to learn the local language. We missed out on so much, even just talking to locals, because we weren't conversational in the language. We also got ripped off quite a lot because of it. We realised how much we were missing when we got to Belize, where they speak English, and so many opportunities arose just from talking to the locals. If you don't talk to the locals, you don't earn their trust, and you will remain an obvious outsider. While you will always be an outsider, if you speak the language, they will be much more likely to take you into their home, feed you a meal and tell you the amazing things to do in the area that only a local would know.
I know what my brain is like and I know I will think of more things, so i intend to update the blog despite not quite being on the road at the moment. It may just be a critical view of the mid-western (oh wait, sorry, it's a high desert plain here, not the mid-west?!) way of life, and I do like judging people after all. And what a better place to do it!!
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