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When the weather's good, there's no better place to be than the British countryside. We go walking  around in the forests, rivers and shoreline, creating our own fairy tale and our carefully nurtured sentiment for the simple life.

Being in the countryside is like being in a dream, where you don't quite know who's who but can tell what's what.

The cure for anything is salt-sweat, tears or the sea
There is an anonymity to it all when you connect with nature...“The Dude Abides Principal” says that there is this energetic force that has your best interest at heart that you can tap into it any time you want. Doing nothing in particular, you feel nature somatically, through the senses.

The smell of fermented hay, peat  and grass makes me feel more wholesome...Then comes Rain. Somebody said, is like confetti from heaven. So even the heavens were celebrating this morning my return to The UK. That liquid sunshine just added to the vividness of the colors to give it a cinematic quality and texture to our day trip.

Courage is found in the most quietest of places. A glance at the white chalky cliffs or the Arudel silage  produces a desire to continue...still round the corner, there may wait a new road or secret stream. We Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. Delay is not denial and infinite patience brings immediate results  and we receive far more than we sought. Alive and breathing, the landscape watches over us and we are renewed. The good earth laughs in flowers. Yet I can stand anything except a succession of the ordinary days of work and routine.We time millionaires are doing something important when we aren't doing anything. We are recharging, re-creating, renewing.

When we go out in the sun with all the green grass and pasture and sheep grazing and thatched roofs, and swans and everything flowering, I say it all belongs to all of us.

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We rely on helicopters just to safely get around Afghanistan’s capital Kabul.

Waiting for my ride back to Kabul

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"We shall not cease from exploration, / and the end of all our exploring / will be to arrive where we started / and know the place for the first time.” T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland

Norway is Alaska with Balls!

On Top of The World 71°10′21″
These are words that at 20 years, the Old Age of Youth, I could only accept on blind faith; having no travel or life experience yet to prove them true. 

Home, in fact, was/is a place you want to leave ASAP, and set out on a new course. 

There is something innately human about exploring. The need to break free and sail away is, in fact,  ancient, enduring and incessant.

Voyages trigger a concept called psychological distance: Something about the experience of leaving your place creates a shock and awe, a pathway into a new perspective that floods the brain with ideas.

Neurons that wire together fire together. Now that I have my dreamer-pilots license, I am sure I'll be "flying" again.

 For me, this shift in perspective starts as soon as I'm on a cruise ship . Ships are weirdly the most lucid part of my life. Every cruise I take somehow changes my life in some way. Norway has done it again.

 "The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea."-Karen Blixen (Out of Africa)


On Top of The World 71°10′21″

I feel a lot better lately: it's as if, I am on top of the world. Oh, wait a minute, @330 miles above The Arctic Circle,  in Nordkapp Honningsvåg, I am on top of the world

I AM on The  Top of The World.

The great journey for all travelers was once  limited to explorers and expeditions, now accessible to anyone crazy enough to take a 14 day cruise to get here and back to Europe.

Endless daylight is hauntingly constant, and this cliff that plunges into the endless Arctic Ocean is majestic, having Rock of Gibraltar like gravitas.

The view from all directions is mountains, and the sound of snow melting, as Mother Nature speaks, is awe-inspiring.

Tromsø, Norway-Gateway To The Arctic

Some complain about the rain, others bike in it, and some bike in it and hope they get struck by lightning.
"What are we on? We are on our bikes."

There is Norway I'd go Oslo and make a pun about these large, soft, 
 fluffy and heart-shaped vaflers (waffles), a Norwegian tradition.

The view from The Bridge

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Taking a moment to PAWS and reflect

Good guys in Badlands. These hounds follow those who feed them

Every great story seems to begin with a snake. Our morning hikers spotted a cobra.Charmed to meet him, I am sure.  These serpents  come out early in the morning and late at night, so the risk assessment says go out in the afternoons to lower the impact of meeting up with these cold-blooded hazards.

The snake in most South East Asian cultures is positive. Even the most poisonous thing, in India, the cobra, is a sacred animal. It embodies the power of life, because the snake sheds its skin. If I meet up with one, however, I'd consider it a sign of good luck...and run as fast as I could away from it.

I'm just glad to see so many dogs and watching these dogs be dogs is so funny. I can say any thing whatsoever  to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, ‘Wow, you’re right! I never would’ve thought of that!" They are  truly man's best friend.

These Afghan Shepherd "war" dogs here are pavement specials-muts. Most are refugees from the Afghan livestock guardian dog clans.

These lads and lasses are working dogs that have a GPS DNA to follow the nomads that roam these hills and  protect caravans and flocks of sheep, goats, camels and other livestock from wolves, big cats and thieves. ‎It's nice to have them around, following us, to ward off the other packs of wild dogs roaming these parts, and the snakes.

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Coming home to a place I've never been before. It's Fee-Gee (Fiji)
Cue John Denver's Sunshine On My Shoulders.

You can't get any further away before you start coming back.Imagine sailing across the blue waters of the South Pacific, passing by idylic islands, teeming with exotic fish and majestic coral reefs--Oh wait I don't have to use my imagination because what you see is what you get. Bula.
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On Fiji Islands-Suva-PineApple Express

Ah Suva!, from sea you  looks  so promising, despite the oil slick...but in town, it looks like paradise has  committed suicide. I thought cyclone season was over. 
This is like if that Biggie Smalls rapper met the Afghan Kush,and they had a baby.

Fiji-Dravuni- Another Day Another Island-Escape To Reality

Fiji has over 300 islands- I have seen about 25 so far this trip. I'm concerned that "the wow factor" no longer applies. Yet if I take an imaginary a ride down Southern California's Carmageddon- Interstate 405, breath in some smog  while stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I still want to escape to  MY reality--being in the South Pacific! I love the  Free Parking for all boats, ships and anything that floats.

Freedom can certainly be purchased in a  7 days vacation on one of these idyllic islands. I just happened to visit  one of them, and stayed the day. Priceless.

Fiji Islands-Savusavu-Cue The Sun

Natural, Lush and Beautiful,Where the hell's Fiji? Near Florida?

To the east of the International Date Line lies an exquisite garland of islands known as Fiji. Dignified smiling people bid you "bula," or welcome, to their unspoiled homeland and give you bottles of water called Fiji, bottled at the "source".

Glamping onboard the five-star cruiseship Crystal Serenity.Roll Video...

Ed Reif is the Wilt Chamberlin of the high seas, putting up ports of call numbers so high that mere tourist could never come close 

Country Roads take me home to Studio 54, New York City and The Long Island Railroad-NOT  This South Pacific run, the Tahitian Treasure  28 days voyage , went on a cocaine binge today, jacked a Benz and crashed into a pole. That’s bad, right?  The Fiji Islands are nothing more than the Paris Hilton of paradises, not the best looking but certainly the most photographed for the travel brochures 


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In the hills of Eastern Afghanastan 10 miles in 3.5 hours at altitude.  Was it easy? Nope. Was it worth it? Yep.

Air quality in Kabul in the winter months can cause more casualties than the war itself. Here is the start of a temperature inversion (Greenhouse gasses) in the distance 

These Hikes have been the IN to my sane
Different shirt different day

Dog day afternoon- a RUFF day with the pack

I'm not letting this hike go to waist

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People say that what we are all seeking is a meaning for life. I don't think this is what we're really seeking. I think what we're seeking is an experience of being alive.~ The Power of Myth - Joseph Campbell

This recent deployment to Afghanistan has been one of the most rewarding forms of introspection. 

Surely it is the right wish that draws us to the right places. Nothing of importance happens accidentally in our life. 

If I do nothing unexpected, nothing unexpected happens. Yet I’m not  simply seeking  interesting surroundings, but I am  continually interested in whatever surrounds me. This is no miraculous exception.

The opening track on Into The Great Wide Open, the eighth studio album by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, 'Learning To Fly'  goes like this...
Well, I started out down a dirty road / Started out all alone / And the sun went down as I crossed the hill / And the town lit up, the world got still / I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings / Coming down is the hardest thing.

This song is about achieving a huge goal. The learning to fly without wings means learning to do something you\'ve never done before and you\'re not sure if you\'re even prepared to do.

Well some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
 So I've started out for God knows where
I guess I'll know when I get there
I'm learning to fly, around the clouds But what goes up must come down

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White Cliffs, The  Channel- yep we are in England!

Another amazing day-this time overlooking the white-chalky-cliffs of Beachy Head, From the top of the hills, you could easily loose your footing, and the talc erodes constantly with rainfall.

8 years ago, May  2011..".after 109 days at sea, we sailed through the English Channel to see the magnificent white chalk cliffs of England..." roll video...

Remembrance of cliffs past...the talc- hills have receded a bit...

November 2014

110 Days ago (May, 5 , 2011), lots and lots of sea days, and all these memories...

London's Calling-The View from the Crystal Serenity after 110 Days at Sea 2011 World Cruise

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Victor Hugo was exiled here for 15 years and I had the good fortune of taking a tour today of the writer's home. It's as if each room was a chapter and the home was actually another book. I'll let a few of the pictures speak for themselves.

He is certainly quotable but thus one resonates-
"Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.'
It is here where the writer completed his masterpiece,  Les Miserables, using a stand up desk..Sitting was the new smoking back then too.

Hugo wrote Latin phrases into his furniture, honoring God and also his beloved writers Moliere and  in his kitchen, the "H" in the wall tiles, we'll that stands for his family's name obviously.

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