On the Road Again

We finally have the trucks back and it is a wonderful feeling. We have talked about it before and have tried to describe the feeling of not having the trucks to those we have met over the last few weeks, but it is hard to put into words exactly what it feels like to have basically everything in the world that you currently own out of sight and under someone else’s control. Hopefully, if all goes as planned, this will be the last time we have to ship the Toyotas until we reach South Africa in about a year’s time.

The ship arrived as scheduled (the second time) in Singapore, the busiest port in the world and as such, we were expecting to not be able to get the trucks for a while. We were plesantly surprised to find that the busiest port in the world is also the most efficient and work goes on 24 hours a day 7 days a week and in less than 24 hours we were officially driving in Asia. Aside from getting lost in the taxi on the way to the docks and getting yelled at by an angry police officer for running a stop sign at a security checkpoint (the cab driver – not us) the process went smoothly. This could not have been done without the help of Reuben at SKK Frieght in Singapore.

Reuben was extremely helpfull, quoted us a very reasonable price to receive our cargo and even drove dirty and dirtier Steve to the ATM in his posh BMW so we could complete the process. Unloading the container from the ship, transporting it to a warehouse, unloading the cars and clearing them through customs cost less than what we were forced to pay to get the trucks washed upon arrival in Sydney. So here we are, back on the road again. We said the expedition really began when the cars arrived in Australia, but we are now at the point where the adventure begins. We are now in Asia, where people don’t speak our language, traffic signs are not in Engligh and people on mopeds with a deathwish outnumber everything else.    

New Photos – Malaysia, Tioman Island, and more of Indonesia

We have new photos up.

The links to the galleries are below.

Australian Aid School Building Project
– AUS AID has committed to help build 2,000 schools in Indonesia over the course of the next 2 years.

Indonesia this Morning on Metro TV
– Our first international TV appearance.

Tioman Island, Salang, Malaysia – This island was the setting for Bali Hai, it was also voted by Time magazine as one of the top ten most beautiful islands in the world.  We did some diving on their pristine reefs and marine reserves.  This is a place on earth not to be missed.

Weekly Update

For all you guys out there that only get a chance to look at our website once a week or less and miss out on a lot of the daily updates, we have decided to start doing a "Weekly Update" post.

To start I’m going to give you the highlights from the last week or so while we have been in Indonesia.  After spending a few days relaxing in Bali, the Indonesian tourist mecca, we headed to Yogyakarta… which is pronounced "Jogja".  While in Jogja, the Steve’s and Elena climbed Mt Merapi, Indonesia’s most active volcano. Other highlights included eating snake curry which consists of Cobra and Python meat. We could have simply indulged in snake curry off the menu, but wanted to find out a little more about the tradition of eating snake so we met up with Purwo "The Snake Charmer".  Purwo showed us the art of charming a cobra and also showed us how to kill it and drink its blood. Yeah that’s right blood… both the Steves and Elena drank the Cobra blood. I decided to sit that one out but i did enjoy the snake curry once it was cooked. 

After Jogja we pushed on to Indonesia’s capital city Jakarta also one of the world’s most polluted cities. While in Jakarta we filmed a story with Australian Aid on the building of new schools and the following day we made our International Television debut on "Indonesia this Morning" which is kind of like their version of Good Morning America. 

We are now in Singapore waiting the arrival of our cars…. what a week!!! 🙂



Purwo – The Snake Charmer

Indonesia This Morning


Climbing one of the most active volcanoes in the world…

Setting off at 10pm, we met our guide and his friend who had a car the would take us on the two hour drive to Selo. Since we did not go through a tourism company and being that we were in Indonesia, this seemed relatively normal. This feeling did not last long. Slowing down at every cross street, the driver tried to discern if it was the correct one. After a few street inspections, he threw the car in reverse satisfied that the chosen road would do. With a manual transmission and the steep road, stalling seemed inevitable. It seemed the driver did not realize that lower gears work better for steep climbs or perhaps he just wanted to see how low he could get the RPM’s to go before the vehicle would come to a complete stop. At some point during this windy and jerky drive Steve woke up and looked around.  Moments later the driver commented, “Go back to sleep boss.”  Thoughts of kidnapping and ransom flickered through my thoughts as the car struggled up small roads in the dark of night.

Eventually the car pulled into Selo, the small village at the base of the climb.  At this point the guide said we should rest at his friend’s house before we set out for the top of the volcano in a couple of hours. Masks adorn the walls around the couch were five men were riveted to Jaws III on TV. We took a seat and tea was served. Forty-five minutes later after unsuccessful attempts at sleep we were roused. The guide said that we could borrow flashlights from his friend. At our request the perplexed man poked around until he scrounged up one old flashlight for Steve and I to share. Our original English speaking "guide" had already settled into the comfort of the couch and indicated that the two youngest men in the room would now be our guides. This made me uneasy because our "salesman" gave us the impression he would personally take us up the volcano and the new guides were not well versed in English.

Merapi was obscured in darkness and clouds as we set out on the hike. Steep paved roads lead up to an abandoned radio station where we rested as the vigorous hike had no swtichbacks and was very fast paced. Later Steve mentioned to me that there would be no switchbacks…I thought he was joking, but he most certainly was not. As we went further along the path, we begin to ascend an even steeper route obscured by foliage. One guide lead the way and the other brought up the rear. A quick burst of Javanese startled us out of our silence and the rear guide rushed to the front and entering into an extended dialogue with the other guide. We turned around and examine a few paths before selecting the “right” one.  Keep in mind that the entire time we scrambled up different paths in a pseudo lost state, Steve and I shared a dim and slowly dying flashlight.  Slipping and struggling up the mountainside is a blast without the ability to see where you are going!
I feel as though I am in decent shape but found the climb arduous. Some of the difficulty can be attributed to the fact that Steve and I were sharing a flashlight, but for some reason this was not of concern to our guides. Breaks every 20-30 minutes were always appreciated, since we had no sleep and no food in our stomaches at this point. During these breaks, we would catch our breath and drink water while our guides would have a quick smoke.  Sometimes I think they would not even drink any water. These young men have certainly become accustomed to the heat and vigor of these climbs.

After two and half hours we stopped for another break. It was about 3 in the morning and we anticipated further climbing so the Steves pounded some Krating Daeng (Red Bull Syrup). The guides had their customary smoke and then began to build a fire. No words were exchanged in this process, but snoring alerted us to the fact that they had both quickly fallen asleep. At three in the morning, on one of the most active volcanoes in the world we must have looked quite confused to the sight of our guides peacefully dreaming on their small dirt beds next to the fire. Clearly we were not going anywhere so we decided to follow suit. Doing our best to overcome uncomfort and the caffeine buzz, we curled up on the sharp volcanic rocks and actually managed to catch a few winks of sleep.  Dirt naps on the side of a volcano behind a small rock protecting us from the whistling winds turned out to be quite refreshing. As the fire died out and the guides woke they asked, “Do you want to go to the last plateau or the top?” Clouds were rolling over the summit and safety was a concern. Usually a guide’s job is to recommend the best course of action, but in this instance and partially due to the language barrier the decision was entirely up to us. Without solid advice about the risks attempting the summit would entail, we opted to start with the second plateau.  Climbing over old lahar deposits, we made it to the second plateau as the sun rose.

Stunning views had waited for us as only now we could see the height we had climbed in the night. Far below us terraced fields quilted the land and Selo could be seen coming to life. The wind swept past us, pushing clouds over the summit. The scene was beautiful, but also cold and tiring. The ascent was difficult but the descent was even more demanding. Dewy grass covered some of the path with sand and gravel covering even more. I fell at least 24 times while Bouey and Steve seemed to have no problem. An hour and a half of sliding, jumping, and tumbling down Mt. Merapi we made it back to pavement. Villagers were making their way to plots halfway up the mountain, a routine they must do at least twice a week. We were greeted with curiosity but also smiles. The highlight of the journey occurred when we were only 200m away from the guide’s house. Selo students lined the courtyard of their school yelling “hello, hello” with the gusto and cuteness that only small children are capable of.  The country life seemed much healthier and it was unfortunate we could not spend more time here.

Climbing one of the most active volcanoes in the world did not turn out to be as we expected it but we came away with views that cameras cannot do justice to and smiles from the hospitality of our new friends. It is experiences like this that even though are extremely difficult and uncomfortable, end up presenting themselves in the most beautiful ways.  A climb up this mountain and a walk through Selo is worth the struggle upfront.

 

The Grass is Always Greener…

After spending nearly two months in Australia, it was a welcome change to disembark the plane in Denpasar, Bali Indonesia. Although the flight from Darwin, Australia to Indonesia was only about two hours, these two locations are a world apart. Prices and the general cost of living differ dramatically. In Darwin, an average hostel bed costs a little over $20. In Indonesia, you can find complete private rooms for less than $3. A night out in Australia consisting of run-of-the-mill cuisine and a few drinks can cost as much as $50, but in Indonesia, you can have an excellent dinner complete with freshly caught seafood, filet mignon and a bottle of wine for as little as $10. Obviously, the prices are some of the most dramatic and apparent differences you experience, however after spending time on Bali and later Java, it is the more subtle differences that I really started to notice and reflect upon.

 

Coming from the West, we have the luxury of being able to splurge and live lavishly for relatively little, yet this is a life that is as foreign to many of the locals as the visitors that arrive in their country. The police officer at the airport makes about $1,000,000 Rupiah a month. Although technically he is a millionaire, this translates into only about $100 per month and most Indonesians survive on much, much less.

 

Indonesia is a land of friendly people, a land that is a culturally unique and diverse in its geography. It represents a land where people live a much simpler life than the one I am used to, yet appear to lead a more fulfilling one. Family is very important and community is highly valued. The simple yet peaceful existence of the rice farmer tending to his fields and carefully managing delicately crafted terraces carved into seemingly impossible slopes is a life I admire. Examples of resourcefulness can be found just about everywhere.

 

The irony is, just as much as I admire and respect aspects of life here in Indonesia, the locals I have spoken to admire and long for life in America. Part of this may be the desire for more economic opportunities and freedom and maybe another part is the desire to lead a life that is visibly portrayed throughout Indonesia on television. You don’t have to go far to find hit American shows like Lost and CSI complete with Indonesian subtitles. There are also several Indonesian programs modeled after those in America. Right now, Indonesian Idol is one of the most viewed and talked about shows.

 

As much as I wanted to move away from the life I led back in the States, there are numbers of people who want it. Obviously this is not a new revelation, but talking to people about it first-hand gives it new meaning. Seeing what life is like in other countries often makes you realize how much of your life you take for granted. At the same time, seeing how other people and cultures live also makes you question the your life values and whether or not the one you have led is the best. It is this perspective on life that you can only truly explore by exploring other cultures.

New Photos

We have updated the photo gallery…. go there now!!!

Cobras for dinner, volcanoes at sunrise,  and just plain tropponess.

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Homeless

I have become somewhat attached to my new home for the next 2 years… It’s not your average size house but it does have wheels, so i guess you could call it a mobile home or a trailer. My home is a 2007 Toyota Tundra… we call her Thundra and my room is the passenger seat. It’s somewhat of a tight fit but the views outside the window always make up for that. It comes equipped with a rockin stereo that the local people are lovin when we pull into town blasting NWA "Straight out of Compton."  The Thundra is more then just a roof over my head. She is my trusty steed that will guide me through the highest mountain passes in the Himalayas and keep me cool while traversing the Sahara Desert in Africa. Unfortunately the world is not all by road there are a few points where we have to ship the cars.


I never thought I would find myself so attached to a vehicle that I would experience a sense of withdrawal when separated from it. We now find ourselves "Homeless" in Indonesia while our cars are on a boat somewhere bobbing along the ocean in route to Singapore. Without our cars we are just like every other tourist stuck on the well worn tourist path where everything is summed up in some sort of package tour where your probably the 5 thousandth person that year and the 200th person that day to see the same thing in the same way. The freedom that our cars give us is now becoming clear, I think when I see those Toyota trucks roll of the ship in Singapore I might just get down and kiss the ground they drive on.

—-Unfortunately, I wrote this blog about a week ago…we just found out today that the ship was delayed.  We will have an extra week without the trucks:(

We have video up!!!

Finally after all this time we have been able to edit video.  We took the liberty of putting together a little teaser clip so that you can see a few of the things that we have been doing.  From there we should have the first two segments up in the next week or two.  So please enjoy this little teaser and get ready for much much more…the World by Road is in full swing now.

An Unfortunate Situation

One of the things that I was really anticipating during my stay in Australia was learning more about Aboriginal culture. After coming over from New Zealand and seeing the relationship between Maori and European settlers and how it has evolved into mostly a fair and mutually respectful arrangement, I was curious to see how the relationship between the indigenous Aborigines and European settlers measured up in Australia.

Getting a clear and complete picture of that relationship has proven to be quite difficult. Unlike New Zealand, where Maori have settled and established themselves as members of most communities and openly promote and celebrate their history and culture, Australian cities are for the most part void of Aborigines aside from the occasional street performer. Upon learning that the vast majority of Aborigines live in the outback and in the Northern Territory (where they represent over 30% of the total population), I was eager to try and learn more when we arrived and hopefully set up a story including some interviews similar to the ones we conducted with various Maori in New Zealand.

Unfortunately, I found that Aborigines are vary wary of outsiders coming into their communities, especially those with camera in hand. I guess this is understandable and most likely a result of being exploited and misrepresented countless times in the past. As a result, simply getting access to Aboriginal land requires permits. Getting these access permits is a fairly straight forward process, however, actually getting into a community and speaking with people and capturing it on film requires a significant amount of time and preparation. Community leaders and elders must authorize the visit and the final media product must conform to certain requirements that have been established for all commercial productions.  

Knowing that gaining access to these communities might take some time, we sent several requests to various Aboriginal groups and we placed several calls in advance. Unfortunately, we must not have appealed to the powers that be because all of our attempts to contact or obtain suggestions for people and places to visit went unanswered. There were a few schools that we attempted to arrange meetings who were receptive but unfortunately, the timing of our expedition did not allow us to visit them either.

Disappointed but not dismayed, we hoped that once we did arrive here in the Northern Territory, a story might pan out or we might meet someone who would be willing to teach us more about Aboriginal life in Australia. Upon arriving in Alice Springs and subsequently traveling through towns in the Northern Territory such as Tennant Creek and Katherine, we did encounter many Aborigines, however, what we saw was shocking and upsetting. Although there are some Aborigines who come into the towns to sell their unique and beautiful paintings and crafts on the street, many of the Aborigines we came across were loud, unpleasant, visibly disheveled and intoxicated. It was a sad sight, especially in Katherine.  Alcohol and alcoholism is enough of problem among Aborigines that it is completely banned in many communities and even a crime in some areas for outsiders to provide it to them. Personally, I have never really seen anything like it. Back in the States, the stereotype of the drunken Native American exists, but it exists on a whole new level over here.

Very confused as to the condition of the numerous Aborigines we were seeing in town streets throughout the NT, we asked some locals if they could shed some light on what we were seeing. We learned that unfortunately, for most tourists, travelers and foreigners, their only exposure to Aborigines is either in the form of a guided, packaged tour, or in the form of the Aborigines who congregate in the streets of the towns… the later being a very visible population of Aborigines yet only representing a minute percentage overall. Unfortunately, those Aborigines who have become addicted to alcohol, drugs, violence, etc. have been ostracized from their own communities and thus forced to search for a means to feed their addictions and to survive on their own in the towns. Most foreigners, or even Australians for that matter, don’t get a chance to see Aborigines in their communities, where they live in peace, celebrate and cherish their history and culture and still thrive in areas that are inhabitable to most others.    

After learning that what we were seeing was apparently only a very small percentage of the Aborigine population, many other questions then came to mind: What was being done to address this visible problem a) by the government, b) by the towns c) by the Aboriginal communities? Additionally, if most people are only exposed to a very negative side of Aboriginal culture, especially foreign travelers and tourists, why not try and do more to open and expose people to the positive aspects? Obviously there are some cultural elements involved that Australians, Europeans and Americans might not be able to easily grasp, but the bottom line is, there is a problem and at first glance it appears to be one that is not being adequately addressed. Maybe people feel that if the problem and those who constitute it are ignored, it will go away on its own, but history often dictates that this is far from reality. I wish I had more time here to try and explore some of these questions, time to explore the countless positive aspects Aboriginal culture has to share and learn more about what if anything is being done to address the negative ones. Unfortunately, I don’t have more time and like many others who travel through the outback and through places such as Alice Springs and Katherine, I have developed a very misleading yet vivid view of Aborigines and their place in Australian society,  a view that will be hard to forget. This is a real shame, because I know it is a far cry from the celebrated Aboriginal culture I was anticipating.

I am curious to see what other people think about this issue. I know that people in Australia are now following us on our journey and I welcome comments on this blog so that maybe I can get a better picture of modern day Aboriginal culture. I realize that our time there was short and I may have only seen a glimpse, so it would be nice to have some more information to fill in the gaps even though we have already left Australia.

Indonesia, hard work and no cars.

We have now been in Indonesia for about a week and it is a wonderful place.  However internet has been very difficult and we have been extremely busy.  We will be in Jakarta tomorrow and should have a better internet connection.  As soon as I am online again there, we will upload a ton of blogs, photos and even some video (finally).  So get ready and we will have some great new content in about 12 hours.