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We rely on helicopters just to safely get around Afghanistan’s capital Kabul. Waiting for my ride back to Kabul

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. ...

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 fr...

South Pacific / Fiji / The Sea Years Coming Home to Fiji Coming home to a place I had never been before. It is Fee-Gee—Fiji. See Full Image Show Text Opening Bearing You cannot get any farther away before you start coming back. Imagine sailing across the blue waters of the South Pacific, passing idyllic islands teeming with exotic fish and majestic coral reefs. Oh, wait—I do not have to use my imagination. What you see is what you get. Bula. Coming home to a place I had never been before. Fiji / South Pacific Field Note Archive Image 01 Sunshine on My Shoulders The scenery paints itself. I am just the middleman. ...