We all roasted up some things for breakfast and continued to laugh and enjoy each other knowing that we came from very different places in the world. We all slept on the floor, sharing pillows (bags of rice) and blankets and woke up to a new found Indonesian family. Regardless of language barriers, we had a party celebrating each other’s fish and roasted sea snail catches. Then right before sunset a local family came by needing a place to stay as well. I settled down in a palm leaf shack with a bamboo floor that revealed the crystal blue coral reef below me.
I found some fishing shacks and was told I could use them. The night was approaching and I needed a place to sleep. While I was there I went on a solo journey exploring more remote communities. They get everything they need from the ocean. The Badjau live on the reef on houses built on stilts. Last year I went to Sulawesi Indonesia to live and learn from the Badjau Sea Gypsies. But if I get woken up by the sound of birds before my worries, I make sure and appreciate how fortunate in the moment I am. I have an agenda of waking up and awaiting to be amazed by a day ahead. The challenge is to keep the values that I learn from the cultures that I live with and not lose sight of them when I come home to constant distractions and the - the not always sincere "modern world".
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When I would return home I always struggled with how to live back in the US. I have had many life changing experiences. I have been traveling away from home, on my own since I was 19. What’s been the biggest challenge you’ve faced on your personal journey? If we knew more about it and understood how it worked, we would love it a lot more and care for it a lot more. To be in a world with more aware and educated people that have much more understanding of nature and science, so we can make better decisions for the world. What do you dream of for our world in the future? And I never looked at dusty roads and the view of mountains ever the same. He said that when he was a kid his dad was poor and couldn't drive so he never got a chance to see mountains like that. I took a glance and since it was just dust I put my nose back into my snake book I was reading. But all I saw was the plume of dust from the dirt road we were on. One of my first memories was him telling me to look out the back window and look at the beautiful view of the mountains behind us. He would take me fishing all along the way and teach me how to cook spam over the campfire. I would open up my books about reptiles and amphibians and look at the range of where, say, a specific snake lives and we would set of for there. My dad used to take every August off of work to spend time with me and take me on long camping trips in the red suburban. This became my lifestyle for the rest of my life. And I would return back every year to be with them and continue to learn all that they wanted to share.
The community that took me in became my family. My three week experience turned into about eight months. Soon I was being invited to live with them (probably because they feared that if they didn’t take me in I was going to die out there somehow). They began to shyly befriend me and teach me better methods and locations for fishing. But I stayed there long enough to be somewhat of a fixture in the landscape and my presence was noticed by the indigenous people. I thought I would stay there until my 50 pound bag of rice and fishing ran dry.
I landed in Ecuador and made the journey to the rainforest, naively setting up camp on the side of a remote river. When I graduated from high school I wanted to see the rainforest for myself so at aged 19, I saved up, sold my bikes and my aquariums, mowed lawns and bought a plane ticket with about $200 left over. I’ve always loved nature and have always been driven to read books about it, watch movies about it, learn about it and be in it - ever since my first memories. Spokane, Washington, in the Great North West of the United States, right on the border of Idaho and Washington State.
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