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This is one of my first backpacking adventures....
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I have spent the last three weeks living on a reserve in the middle of a jungle, or as some people call it, a rainforest.
An older man by the name of Rieta, (spelling unknown) lives in a house there. He came 25 years ago to the desolate place. He spent his years living off of the land and ¨building¨ the reserve that has come to be known as Greenfields. 25 years... He is certainly an interesting man. I spoke with him daily but not frequently or for very long. I lived a couple of hundred metres away from him in a tent and I spent most of my afternoons alone cooking dinner over a firepit.
My average day consisted of waking at 445AM and making coffee. Two Nicaraguans would canoe to the reserve from their village and bring me breakfast and dinner: Beans and rice, for both meals. We would then canoe through the man made canals and work. Work consisted of basically clearing the hiking trails originally made by Rieta. I would spend seven hours exploring the jungl...[more]
This trip has taken many twists and turns and I keep forgetting the reason why I left in the first place: I am running from those people in my life that have given me a reason to leave. The people that carry such negative burdens upon my shoulders.
Another reason, the greatest of all was to search for meaning, understanding and a greater internal happiness of myself. It seems as though I have trekked halfway around the world in search for this only to realize that it was in front of me the entire time. At home, at work, within my friends, within my self. I just didn´t see it. I didn´t want to see it. I still don´t want to see it but I am trying. The hardest thing for me to do is let go. Let go of the past and lett go of all the mistakes that I have made and that others´in my life have made.
Parts of me feel that I have to go as far and as hard as I can to prove myself.
It is the chance happenings and conversations I have had ...[more]
I am writing this blog because, well , I don’t know but I know every reason why. I just can’t quite put it in words. But, here it goes…
This afternoon I had the most e...[more]
The drive through northern Ontario is...hell. Especially at night. The three of us took turns driving straight through. A lot of construction made driving at night nearly impossible while I was constantly weaving up and down the rocky terrain thinking, ¨when is that moose going to jump out in front of me...¨ I kept myself awake with my favourite Disney tunes blaring. At one point, when the sun was rising, I had to pull over. I got out of the car and layed on the ground for just under two hours while the boys slept inside. It rained.
We took a stop at a friends in Calgary for two days before going up to Jasper. The wildlife there is stunning. I was taking a walk at night listening to Dance Mix ´95 when suddenly a heard of elk popped up to my right. A heard? Is that right? They were right there. Scared the hell out of me. I am no SurvivorMAN. I am SurvivorCHAN. I don´t pet huge beasts. So I did what any logical person would do and crossed the stre...[more]
My story begins in London Ontario. I left in my little Honda Civic with the guys and we began to make our way to the train yard. The car was being taken to a friends house. Along the 401 we hear and noise and smell a funk. The cars engine fails us. We are left on the side of the 401 with an unabled engine. While waiting for CAA we have time to sit and ponder, for the first time, as a group of three. Within that time I managed to get a hold of a friends dad, who is a CN train conductor. I tell him of our plans. He does not approve but gives us the details we need in order to attempt. Even if we made it on a train, the train stops for shift change every eight hours or so. This means we would be in plain view in a sometimes enclosed yard. We didn´t have the money for fines or to buy a ticket out of wherever we might find ourselves. Days previous we scanned trains along the side of the road. There is just no where to sit. Not with our bags anyway. It sounds like I a...[more]
