Colombia to Panama... Florida to Home, and then Arizona...

I write this now sitting in a hotel in Milwaukee, WI.  The last 9 weeks has been crazy busy with work, and I am ready to go home for a bit.  I have a few hours of some free time so I thought I would write an update on the last few months.  Last time I was en route to the North of Colombia to hit up the Ciudad Perdida "Lost City Trek"
What was supposed to be a 10 hour bus ride to Santa Marta turned into a 16-17 hour nightmare bus ride.  Of course when we arrive to hostel all we (my buddy Ryan) wanted to do was sleep.  A few pick up games of football (soccer) were a must (especially being in the birthplace of my childhood hero Carlos Valderama) That was some good fun playing in my bare feet on concrete. The next day we went to Tayrona national Park and had a beach day.  It was nice but may over hyped.  We eventually met up with our two great friends from Norway the next day and started the trek to "the lost City"  and of course the 6 crazy Australians we met a few days earlier were in our group, so I knew this was going to be a lot of fun.  The trek was quite nice, but I found it to be simple and could have easily done it in 3 days versus the 5 day deal, but spending that extra time with such a great group was fantastic.  The highlight of the trip was arriving to the lost city and seeing the ruins.  But after being to Machu Picchu it was not as impressive.  It was nice, but it does not hold a flame to MP.  The next best thing on the trek was seeing my new buddy fall into the river with his last set of dry clothes...  Classic...  Thanks Sam...
After the trek we went our separate ways.  I stayed back for one more beach day with the Norwegians before I flew back to Bogota. Back in Bogota I met up with Ryan and we stayed with our new Best friend Mauricio (The great guy who picked us up in Cocuy)  We stayed at his house and had some great relaxing times hanging with his family and friends, which were all amazing people.  Ryan was nursing his highly infected foot, so he was not very mobile....ha... After Ryan left (I think it was because he had to work, sucker)  Mauricio headed to the Salt Cathedral north of Bogota.  It was cool.  A big church built in an old salt mine.  On the way back we stopped at an amazing meat restaurant called "El Tambor".  Basically you pay by the kilo and order as much meat as you can...  Fantastic....  We capped off the day with a trip to the Gold Museum which was very interesting.
From Bogota I took a bus to Salento to visit Cocora National Park... (Wax Palms which are up to 60 meters high)  I stayed at a nice farm house in Salento and took a couple day trips through the park.  Amazing is not enough to say about the natural beauty of these trees.  The pictures do it no justice you have to see it in person for the perspective.  After Salento made a half way stop on the way to Medellin at the city of Manizales.  I loved this city, because it was built on a ridge line.  How the city is set up the main street is on the ridge with side streets going down both sides of the ridge.  These streets are extremely steep.   New Town and Old Town is located on the main drag opposite each other.  I stayed in this city for a couple days and visited Nevado Del Ruiz area and did some hiking around the Volcano...
Medellin was my next stop.  Amazing city, very Modern and heaps to do...  I went to a local Football match, which was a blast.  Caught a bull fight.  I am glad I did it, but I never need to do it again.  I also got to meet Pablo Escobars Brother and learn of the history of the drug cartel.  Medellin is also were the famed artist Botero is from.  Walking around the plaza you get to gaze among some of his works.  All amazing.
Cartagena was my next stop before sailing to Panama.  Cartagena is an amazing city.  The highlight is wandering the streets of the walled old town of Cartagena.  If you have not been here, I highly recommend it.  Every corner is another beautiful view of some bright colored house or an amazing plaza.  I met up one more time with the ladies from Norway and we hit up Playa Blanco, which was a picturesque white sand beach....
After three days in town, I hopped on a sailboat with 4 Swiss and 1 Colombian and headed to the Islands of San Blas.  It took about 40 hours to hit the first Island.  It was a bit rough crossing, but it was worth it.  Every Island there was unique.  Some were a no more than a kilometer in circumference and littered with Palm trees, and others were the size of a car with a solo palm tree just begging you to lay under.  We spent 4 days hanging out on a variety of different Islands meeting the local Kunas and buying Coconuts and Fish from them.  The Meals were amazing.  After making landfall in Panama City I hung out for about 24 hours before my flight back to the States...

I flew back to Miami were I met up with my good friend and co-worker and checked out the everglades.  I later met my Parents and Sister and her kids up in Tampa, to begin the Road Trip home.  I did a lot of Disc Golf in the Tampa Area as my family did the amusement park.  After my sister flew home my parents and I headed to Savannah, Georgia.  This was my first time here, and let me tell you I was blown away at how beautiful it it, with all the Plazas and Squares and all the Live Oaks everywhere.  We spend a few days here soaking up the views and eating ourselves silly.  Of course I played a lot of Disc Golf....  After Savannah we hit the road to Charleston, South Carolina.  From here we did a Plantation tour (which was a blast)  Hit up the farmers market, and also walked around the historic downtown waterfront.  From here we headed north to Washington D.C. of course stopping halfway to play a round of disc golf in Richmond.  We left early from Richmond and hit up Mt. Vernon (home of George Washington)  are first president if you did not already know that.  A lot of history to soak up here.  Spent the better part of the day there learning about the history of one of our country's greatest leader.  Headed into DC and hit up the Air and Space Museum on the outskirts of town.  It was a massive Hanger with heaps of planes including my favorite SR-71 Blackbird.  I loved this place and so did my dad.  We had a blast walking around checking out all the aviation machines...  In three more days we hit up 3 more Smithsonian museums, Ford Theater, Lincoln Museum, Pentagon, Arlington Cemetery, and Hooters....

After DC, we made the road trip home.  By the way, did I mention I drove the whole way....  Yeah putting on the miles with my Parents.  It was a blast and I would do it again in a heartbeat...
Well I got home and I was expected to go to work right away, but I had one more journey in me.  So Amanda and I headed to Arizona for some warm weather, the Grand Canyon, and of course to see my good old buddy Ryan.  Arizona rocked, did a bunch of hiking, caught a concert, Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, Hit up Antelope Slot Canyon (a must) and of course played a lot of Disc Golf....  After a week in Arizona, I caught a red-eye from Phoenix to Minneapolis.
I got in at 545 am on a Monday and got a ride to a Semi, where I drove 6 hours to Milwaukee to work, and this is where I have been ever since, except I head home on the weekends.  But now I am all done here, and getting excited for this summer.  I have heaps of Music Festivals to look forward to and also a nice trip to Iceland with some of my close friends in August.  Until then....  Safe travels to everyone...

Here are some links to photos
Colombia and Panama
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East Coast
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Arizona
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Colombia 2011-2012

Wow it has been a long time since I wrote on here.  Last time I was in Nepal.  So lets see what a brief summary I can come up with since then...

After Nepal I headed to Hong Kong and some Machau for a bit of gambling.   Great cities and had a blast and met some cool people to hang out with.

Over the Summer I had the opportunity to take my Parents to Alaska.  This was an amazing 2 weeks of crazy adventure and road trip.  We were blessed with fantastic weather except the last couple days, but made due.  I even got to go up to some glaciers with my Parents.  I was so proud of them that they made it with me.  I loved every moment with them and am blesses to have two amazing parents.
I also made a trip up to Toronto to see a great band (Death from above 1979) and was honored to stay with a cool guy I met in Costa Rica a few years back.  He showed me around town and hit up Niagara also.  I also met a large group of Disc Golfers while I was there and now I am looking forward to going up there again this coming summer...
One other small trip I got to take was a four day weekend in Death Valley National Park with my good friend Dawn.  Had an amazing time and will be definitely by making a return trip.

Colombia...
Oh where to begin.  This place is amazing, minus a couple of long bus rides, but that is expected.  So the story starts off as follows.  So I board the plane in Miami and I am getting pumped to get down there.  I of course was jamming out on my tunes the whole way and must have missed some announcements, because everyone on the plane was doing the whole religious cross thing before we landed (typical in these countries, old ladies always do it on the buses also)  So when we land,  I unstrap and grab my bag and make my way out, but the lady next to me was like ¨where ya going?´´  Ah getting off I guess?  but of course we were not in our intended destination.  Instead we had to make an emergency landing because we ran out of fuel.  We were in Cali, not Bogota.  I must of not heard over my loud music.  Oh well.  So that put me into Bogota about 5 hours later than planned.  Made it safe and sound, and all I could do was sleep.  The first couple days was a bunch of sight seeing and museums and headed up to the highest point of the city and tried all the street food that I could take in.  Then it was New Years Eve.  Pretty calm (most Colombians spend it with their family and then go out after 1am)  We partied at the Hostel and then went out on a party bus all around town until about 4 am.  Then headed to the bus station with my friend Ryan to catch a 5am bus up to Cocuy (hiking mountain town)  little did we know that buses were not running to frequent the 1st day of the year.  We made it about 4 hours north, to the quite boring town of Duitama, hoping we could get a bus, that never came.  We spent the night there, and caught up on some sleep and tried to figure out what to do next.  The next day a bus came with the city name on it that we were trying to get on.  But of course it was full.  But Screw this, we are going to get to theses mountains one way or another, so we hopped on and sat on the floor, for the majority of the 6 hour ride to the Mountains.  We ended up in Guican to start the trek.  We got in around 7pm, grabbed a bite to eat, and decided to hit the hay early for we had to get up and catch the Lechero Truck (milk truck up to the small houses near the trail head) at 530 am.
Well 530 the next day there was nothing, nada, zilch.  NO truck today I guess.  So what is the next thing we do in the pitch black early morning day?  Start walking where we think the the trail starts.  This was challenging and I think we did a few trespassing across peoples farm land.  We hiked roughly about 7kms all up hill and we got to a road.  Luckily people were showing us the way as we went.  And even better we were blessed to be able to hitch hike the rest of the way to the trail head.  An amazing family picked us up and drove us to the Park entrance  We offered them money, but they politely refused.  We go to the Cocuy National Park around 930 in the morning, and we checked in and paid our dues.  But after we told the ranger we were doing the whole trek, he informed us that it was closed.  So we did the next best thing, and did the trek anyways.  We later found out that the reason it was closed was because of the high Guerrilla activity going on.  Oh well I looked to poor and worthless to be kidnapped...
So the first day took the longest since we had to hike right off the bat.  We ended up doing 2 passes and roughly 20kms.  We skipped the acclimating day and went straight to 4300 meters and camped at 3900 meters.  This is normally a 7 day hike but we did it in 5.  We got to the first lake (Laguna los
Day 2
Had two passes to do it was cloudy most of the day, but got periods of blue sky and we took advantage of that with many photos.  We got to the next lake(Laguna del Avellanal) 4300meters around 2pm and went for a chilly swim cooked up some meals and watched a beautiful sunset on a lake like glass.
Day 3
My favorite day crossing two passes and an amazing waterfall.  Awoke to not a cloud in the sky.  Chilly but comforting we made our way south towards the next valley and passes.  We passed about 3 waterfalls before we came to the waterfall (Cascada del Rio Ratoncito)  this was one of the best waterfalls I have ever seen.  it parted to main valleys and descended nearly 300 meters to the next valley floor.  Simple amazing.  After playing along the falls we tramped across bogs, swamps and rivers for 2 hours until we hit the next pass.  After an hour of descending we arrived at Laguna del Pueno)  It was cloudy and cold so we built a fire and ate a hearty meal before trying to sleep, which we had been not sleeping well with the altitude and cold.
Day 4
Woke up again to no clouds.  Nothing like shaking the ice off your tent in your underwear as the sun warms your chilly body.  Today was a long one with about 5 up and down passes.  Very tiring, but that was all rewarded when we came over the last hill and gazed upon the Laguna de la Plaza.  A spectacular lake the stretched for a couple kms.  At the south end there were two cascading waterfalls and on the West end Peaks shooting up from the banks of the lake.  Behind us snow capped mountains and to the East, a valley that ran for as far as you can see.  If there is such a place as heaven, I think I might have just found it.  We set up camp on the south end, and this is where we actually started meeting people (this was a day hike for most Colombians to visit on holiday).  I ended up socializing with many of the people and we told each other their stories.  It was comforting hanging with the local and seeing how kind these people really are.  We headed to bed early, for we had an early start to the next day, because we needed to cover a lot of ground.
Day 5
Simply amazing sunrise... (I think I am so lucky to have had such good weather on treks, hopefully it never runs out)  Made our way over the first two passes.  Most people do this in two days and then drive the rest of the way.  We walked nearly the whole thing.  I till have the blisters.  Well after the last pass it was all down hill from here to Cocuy our final destination.  After we got to the road (6hours)  we walked and walked and did not see many forms of transport.  We were bypassed by a few people and finally one guy stopped and talked to us in english.  He said he would love to give us a ride, but the weight of us in the car would bottom it out.  we understood and said thanks...  About ten minutes later that same car came back up and picked us up.  He informed us he drove down and was told the roads are good the rest of the way.  This mans name is Mauricio, and he is one of the kindest men I have ever had the fortune of running into in travels.  He drove us to Cocuy and we exchanged stories the whole way.  We became great friends in that short drive.  He also offered us a ride to our next destination we we gratefully accepted.  We got a hostel in Cocuy and had a fantastic meal and played some basketball and soccer with the local kids in the Plaza.  What a wonderful end to an amazing trek.

BOOM BOOM goes the fireworks at 430 in the morning the next day.   Looks like we are getting an early start.  We headed out and were on the road around 530 with our destination being Tunja (to catch a bus to San Gil)  I loved talking to our new friend and listened in amazement of his climbing stories.  He had been climbing for over 30 years.  Well two hours down the road are lovely day took a turn for the worse.  A drunk driver was heading right for us.  Mauricio did his best to avoid him, but small mountain roads leave little room for error, so of course we were struck.  Glass shattered, tire destroyed, and the whole driver side was smashed in.  the car was inoperable and there we were stuck on the side of the mountain 8 hours from our destination.  Well after we got everything sorted out we hitched a ride to the next town where we had to get 3 more additional buses to San Gil.  Our new friend got a tow truck and made it back to Bogota safe.  We will be visiting him again later on in this trip and I cannot wait.  What a great new friend.

San Gil
What an amazing town...  So much to do.  We went white water rafting and some caving which were both fantastic.  Ate ourselves silly with cheap street food.  Met heaps of new friends.  Visited the colonial towns of Barichara and Guane.  I also endured some Steaks covered in Fat belly Ants...  Yum Yum.  I also competed in the the national game of Tejo.  My dad would love this game.  It involves drinking and throwing a 1-3 pound wait at a target laced with gunpowder.  If you make a big boom you make big points.  I would kind of compare it to bag toss and horse shoes, with a little BOOM...  I loved this area.  Every night the plaza was filled with locals and tourists and of course drinking and eating.  It was such a lovely atmosphere, I found it hard to leave.  But that brings me to my next adventure...  The Lost City...

Here is a Link to some of the photos I have taken so far...http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150471456532019.371072.648237018&type=3&l=294f8d1b5a

Three Passes of Everest...

                                                           "Everest One Handed Handstand"

Here is a link to some photos from the trek
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Well where do I begin.  Wow what an experience from start to finish.  Hmm lets start from March 6th., that is when I had to pick up mt TIMMS card. (a record system of all individual foreign trekkers).  I had not planned on doing this trek alone (guide was recommended).  As I was filling out the form I struck a conversation with another trekker.  He did not know what he wanted to do so he decided to join me.  This was good for me, cause if I ran out of food, I could then resort to Cannibalism.  We shall call this guy Bill Julson for privacy reason.  I will be mentioning this "Bill" often along with two lovely Brits that I met later on in the Journey...

On a side note Bill asked me what he should have for the trek and I gave him a list of things to make sure he had.  The funny thing is that when I met him at the airport he had the worst possible shoes on a person could have.  I met fricking porters and Sherpas who had better footwear (for those that do not trek, they usually are barefoot, or wear sandal, or shoes that do not even have laces and are littered with holes), he was wearing old shoes that were lower than "lo tops".  I thought this was interesting cause we were going to be doing "three passes" all snow covered with up to 3-5 feet of snow.  Oh well it makes for an interesting story and I was not the one suffering...  Well here we go...

March 7th:
The flight was of course delayed which is a common occurrence with mountain flights.  I boarded the 18 passenger twin otter flown by "Tara Airlines" which is an affiliate of Yeti Airlines...  I think they changed the name due to the fact of their recent plane crash at Lukla that killed everyone.  So for anyone that does not know, Lukla airport is (Tenzing-Hillary) the most dangerous airport in the world to land an take off at due to it's short length of only 1500 feet.  There is no room for error here, as at one end of the runway is a mountain, and at the other end, is a 2000 ft. cliff drop off.   Here is a link check it out... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lukla_Airport
I rushed the Terminal get to be the first one on the plane as I wanted to sit in front (pretty much in the cockpit) and soak of the views.  I video taped the landing and I will post it when I get back to the US.  After a smooth flight and an outstanding landing I arrived in Lukla, where I was pretty much "attacked" by numerous people wanting to be my guide and or porter.  After collecting my bag, I headed out towards the trek.  It took about 10 minutes to get out of town, which was a ghost town (low season).  We (Bill and I) trekked 2-3 hours to Bengkar (2630m).  This was hell for me, cause I was coming off of three days of being sick, and had not eaten a meal in that time.  When we arrived I had my first full meal of Dal Baht (Nepalese Rice and Soup dish)  which satisfied me well.  Today was a nice hike and the valley was amazing with some spectacular views of the mountains we were trekking to.  The night spent here was probably going to be the last "warm night" spent on the whole trek...

March 8th:
The next morning I awoke feeling like a million bucks and we started early on our way up to Namche Bazaar.  This was a good elevation gain for us, over 800 meters.  Bill definitely started feeling the effects of altitude today.  Today we got our first view of Everest way off in the distance.  We arrived in Namche early afternoon and stayed at the Khumbu Lodge (Jimmy Carter stayed here in 1985 was their claim to fame).  It was nice place.  Walked around town and purchased some stuff for Bill, which he not gotten yet.  Now he was better prepared and we were ready to tackle the mountains and snow in his low top dress shoes...  It was cloudy most of the day, so we never really got any good views from Namche.  Went to bed early.

March 9th:

According to my guide book we should have stayed another day in Namche (for acclimation reasons) but I was antsy and wanted to get going and so did Bill, he was ready, willing, and able.  So we headed out toward Tengboche in the morning.  To challenge us a bit we took the high route, which took us to the Japanese built Everest View Hotel.  This, accordingly to Guiness World Records is the highest hotel in the world.  They used to fly guest straight to the hotel where they were put into "pressurized" rooms, so they would not get altitude sickness. (stupid idiots)  This practice did not last long.  The rooms are over a 100 bucks a night and food is outrageous, considering a hot chocolate is about 8 bucks.  Nice building and nice views, but not for me.  From here we made our way down to the main trail.  It is here where we fell on our asses many times and got really dirty and covered in a mixture of mud and Yak shit.  Woo hooTengboche (3860m)  Heaps of snow everywhere, we checked out a bunch of lodges and settled on the Himalaan View Lodge.  It is here that we met 2 people that would be our trekking friends along the way.  After Settling in I sat down and talked to the two Brits for a bit and found out that they were doing the "three passes" trek.  We decided to do it together (hopefully they would not regret it)  We went to the Monastery in the village and watched the monk pray for about an hour (which was 58 minutes to long), and froze my toes off.  Tonight was the first night that I was glad that I had my nice -20 down sleeping bag to keep me warm.   No comment for Bill...

March 10th:

Woke up to clear skies and amazing sunrise photos.  The Brits took off early and we were going to meet them at the end of the day.  This is where my Camera started getting it's first work out.  I took heaps of photos.  After about 9am we headed out, and were treated to a group of the Monks skiing on their homemade skis, which consisted of some plastic piping and some boards of plywood.  I was also treated to my first great views of my favorite mountain of the trek (Mt. Ama Dablam)  The walk down through the fresh snow was a surreal experience as the trees hung over you as they were about to reach down and hug you.  You could not see sky, only branches with fresh snowfall on them, it was something out of a fairy tale book.  This part of the trek was so much fun for me, with outstanding 360 degree views of the Himalayas.  Each step you took was taking you down the throat of the great Mountain range and closer to the mighty Everest.  I also attempted my first of many (One handed handstands) with the Mountains in the background.  After about 5-6 hours of hiking and photo taking (Bill also did not have a camera with) we arrived in Dingboche (4410m) and met up with our new friends at the Snow Lion Lodge.  This place by far had the best food on the whole trek and it was a shame we only spent one night there.

March 11th:

Woke up had a lovely breakfast and made our way up to Chhukhung(4730m)  Here we met up with some Great people from all over the world, and we decided to do Chhukhung Ri together the next day.  The rest of the day was used as a "rest day", but of course I could not sit still so I wandered around the surrounding valley with two Israeli's.  That afternoon and night we played cards (Presidents and Assholes)  which was great fun, and became a tradition most nights of the trek.

March 12th:


Today we got up early to make the ascent to the top Of Chhukhung RI (5550m)  which would be the highest point of this whole trek (minus all that great Sherpa Weed we smoked jk Mom)  For me I was excited, I could not contain my Energy.  Hung with the group of us early but headed to the top as fast as I could.  When I got up there (100mins), and had the whole place to myself for nearly 20 minutes, and just sat up there in awe as I turned and looked at the endless Mountain ranges in front and behind of me.  The views were picture postcards.  This moment, this very moment is why I do what I do, and you cannot explain it until you get up and do it for yourself.  The photos do it no justice.  When you are over 18,000 feet up in the air looking down on massive glaciers and lakes, and then you look up to these Peaks that seem to go forever, you are having one of the most surreal moments that you could ever have.  When the rest of the group arrived, we all still stood around with amazement.  We were lucky to have such a great day for the summit.  It was a challenge but we all made it up and back down safely.  Wow what a day...

March 13th:

So much for rest days...  Today was our Kongma La Pass (5535m) attempt.  We left a little before 6am, as we have read it takes nearly 9-10 hours to do this summit with 800 metres of ascent and 600 meters of shitty down hill in scree and snow.  We were told by many people that the Pass was closed, and we were having second thoughts.  Locals were telling us that the snow was up to our chest along the pass.  It is one thing when someone says this, but when we are repeatedly told by many...  But hell it is all about the adventure and if we got stuck we could always eat Bill.  We headed out and were treated to an amazing sunrise as we made are climb up towards the pass.  Thanks to our trusty map reader we were able to navigate through the first valley to a frozen waterfall.  Here we took a break and took a nice lunch while soaking up the "sexy" views around us.  After this we struggled through the snow the rest of the way.  It was not to bad.  It never really got over a meter deep, but there were some areas where it was up to our waists and we would hit little packets of snow where we fell in.  It was adventure, but 5 and a half hours later we were at the Pass.  Amazing views again.  Took many photos and looked down at what was to come (looked pretty ugly) Took us awhile to get down, slipping and sliding on the snow and rocks all the way down for 2-3 hours.  Next we hit the Khumbu Glacier (one of the largest in the world)  Here we had to go up and down endless amounts of times while hearing the Ice Crack and rocks fall around us.  One and half hours later we were in Lobuche (4910m).  This made us the first non natives to make the pass in 2011.  Guides and Sherpas did not believe us, and we had to show them the photos.  Had a massive dinner and a well deserved rest that night. What a day...

March 14th:
Rest Day, a much deserved one, but of course I could not sit still.  The four of us slept in and did a little trip up to the Italian Pyramid (Built to Measure K2 and Everest).  Today it is used to monitor Global warming and weather patterns.  We took a tour of the place, and this was a lot of fun.  This is where we found out about the Japan Quake and Tsunami.  They were monitoring the possibility of a nuclear cloud from the station here.  The research team there had core drilled one of the local glacier the previous year and in it they had found traces of waste from the Hiroshima bomb.  Crazy shit.  After the tour they headed back to the Guesthouse and I decided to wander around on the Khumbu Glacier for a bit alone.  I trekked over scree and Ice to two different lakes and Ice fall areas.  Had a blast and took heaps of photos.

March 15th:

Made our way in the morning up to Gorak Shep(5140m).  This is the highest village and closest to Everest Base camp, and Kala Patthar.  This was about a 2-3 hour trek in one of the worst winds I have encountered.  Straight into it we walked as we got sandblasted the first hour.  We arrived, and dropped our stuff.  It was rather clear so I decided to make a try for Kala Patthar (5545m).  Bill joined me and we made the trek into the wind.  Two hours we reached the summit.  Now everyone says this is the best view of Everest, but I was not to impressed.  Every other viewpoint we went to was much better.  Hung out here for about 10 minutes and made our way down.  Ate some lunch and I said, "shit man lets do Everest base camp"  most people do one or the other, not both in the same day.  Of course Bill came with.  It was a nice hike with some great views.  You cannot actually see Everest from the Camp, as it is located on a Glacier right next to the Mountain and it is obscure by the nearer mountains.  Since it was not quite yet climbing season camp was not set up, so basically it was a couple of rocks with Everest Base Camp written on them and some prayer flags scattered all over.  The surrounding area was beautiful, as it was actually on the Glacier.  Took heaps of photos and headed back as we watched the near full moon rise from the Mountains.  Later that night we found out that the Porters staying at our guesthouse were on there way up the following day to set up base camp.  An expedition was going to be starting to summit Everest in 2 weeks.

March 16th:

Woke up early and watched the sunrise on Everest was a powerful experience for me.  I sat there for quite awhile watching the clouds pound into the side of the massive Mountain as the sun rose from behind it.  Bill and I headed down to Lobuche to meet up with the Brits.  At 130 we met up with them and then made are way to the last village before the Cho La Pass.  It really was not a village but 2 guesthouses.  One was closed and one was a piece of shit run by a bunch of weirdos.  This place was Dzongla(4830m) and I could not wait to get out of here...

March 17th:

So got up early again eating breakfast and starting the trek by 6am.  Weather was nice and I was taking layers off as soon as the sun popped up.  The nice thing about this hike is you could look behind you and see the magnificent Aba Dablam Mountain centered in the valley Again I had some extra energy and that might be the fact that I just wanted to get as far and as fast away from that place as possible.  Today was going to be another 9-10 hour day.  Took about 1 hour to get to the face of the pass, and then it was basically straight up for about 45 minutes.  When you got to the first ridge, you could see the massive snow field (glacier) you had to cross.  Luckily it had not snowed recently or else we would have been in trouble.  It was about a mile across the snowfield until you arrived to Cho La Pass(5368m).  Here we took a well deserved break and snacked a bit and checked out the views on the other side for which was all new views for us.  This was probably my favorite pass as a whole from start to finish.  Had so much to over and was just amazing walking on a gigantic ice field at over 5000 meters.  Well the way down sucked, as it was a gruelling 5 hour descent over scree, and up and down over valleys.  To cap it off we had to traverse another stupid glacier, but it was not as bad Khumbu.  We were rewarded with a final destination of Gokyo(4790m), which happens to be my favorite village on the whole trek  Luckily we left when we did, because the fog and snow was coming just as we entered the first guest house along the lake...

March 18th:

Gokyo has a series of sacred lakes located to the north and south of the village.  All were fully covered in ice except the largest one nearest to town which had a small area exposed with the river running into it.  Bill and I headed up to Gokyo Ri around 830am.  We were going to rest, but the day was pretty nice.  About halfway up the clouds were rolling in, but these were valley clouds, not ones that would obscure Everest.  It took about 1 hour and 20 minutes to reach the top of Gokyo Ri(5360m)  Here were the most astounding views of the whole Everest Region.  Everest and all the Surrounding Mountains were completely exposed to our eyes, and we gawked for hours at the impressive sites.  Clouds kept rolling in, but they just kept dancing off the mountains as if they were like cotton candy being made fresh at the local fair.  Cloud were below us, but it was mostly clear views 360 degrees around us.  The sun beat down on us, and we were in T-shirts before to long.  Then of course I stripped down to my underwear to take some glamour shots and of course to be an idiot.  Also threw in one of my classic hand stand shots.  Spent about 3 hours up there wandering around.  The peak itself was more of a saddle or cradle and you could walk a great distance along it to get your preferred vantage point.  Well on the way down the clouds started coming in and it started cooling down.  Of course when I got back down to the lake, I decided to do what most people do from Minnesota.   Yes that is go for a dip in the frozen lake.  Now this is a sacred lake and I did not want to offend anyone, granted I already was with my smell and Star War Pajamas.  So I asked a few locals and they said it would be fine, it is just sacred to the Sherpas.   Their next question was "so you are going in know?"  They looked at me as if I was a crazy Yeti.  Well I jumped in, lets just say I did not stay in long, and I think I lost part of my manhood in the process...  Well what a day that was and of course we ended it with many hours of playing some cards...

March 19th:

So the Brits did not go up the day before to the top, so they went up this morning.  The weather was great and we decided to go up again.  The views were even better this time (I bet you I took at least 300 photos from this area up top)  Spent about 3 hours up there this time and then headed back down for some fresh popcorn and hot chocolate...

March 20th:

Today we were going to do the Renjo La Pass which would be the final one, but the wind was horrible, so we decided to put it off for a day.  Hung around town and we ordered a Yak Burger, which in hind sight, is what caused me to get sick the following day.

March 21:

So how many of you have done a pass over 5300 meters with massive shits?  Well I will tell you this, it sucks.  So got an early start and I felt like shit (no pun intended)  lets just say I was lightening my load on the way up to make it easier.  It took about 4 hours and we got to the pass, man what a relief.  I thought I was going to die.  Renjo La Pass(5360m) had spectacular views all around, and Everest stood in the background as a force to be reckon with.  Hung out for about 30 minutes and then made are way down.  The top third of the pass was recently made staircases all done by had labor (massive rocks).  Quite impressive and made it quite easier to go down.  3-4 hours later we arrived at the first guest house appropriately named Renjo La Pass Support lodge.  Here we decided to stay.  I just chilled and relaxed as I was not feeling to hot.

March 22:

Today if we would have done the pass I would have not made it.  I have never in my life felt so helpless.  The Brits took off early and I just basically did a small slow crawl (I actually think 2 glaciers passed me on the left hand side)  4 hours later we arrived in Thame.  Here is where I took a nap and popped some pills.  When I awoke I felt better and had a little bread to eat.  Now it was pretty much downhill from here back to Namche and we arrived there around 5pm.  Where I ran into some German friends that I had met in Chitwan.  I just wanted to lay down and rest and that is what I did.

March 23rd. 

Today was going to be a long day all the way back to Lukla.  It was a pretty good day, and it was very warm out, as I was in a t-shirt all day.  Along the way we saw heaps more people, and massive yak trains hauling Everest Expedition supplies.  I am glad that we did this trek when we did, because I hate crowds.  Along the way you begin to appreciate the warmth as we had froze our ass off the last 2 weeks (well Bill more than I).  We got to Lukla around 1pm and found a nice guesthouse next to the airport so we could watch planes crash...I mean land and take off...  It is amazing watching them come in for approach and take off.   That night we met out at the local pub for one last hurrah together as a group.  We signed our names above a Nepali flag along the wall and said our good byes to the great region of Everest.  We were already discussing plans for the near future for some visits to do some summits in the area.  Cannot wait...

March 24th:

Pretty uneventful minus the small flight delay.  Made it back safely to Kathmandu and just wanted a good nights sleep in warmth and comfort.  Funny I had to come back to this shit hole to get a good nights sleep.  Oh well....What to do in Kathamandu? 

Langtang, Chitwan, and Throwing Up

Well the last two weeks were amazing.   Met and made many friends, saw some beautiful sites, and of course puked for only the second time in my life.  So we begin in Langtang.  The beginning of this journey was quite interesting.  Of course it began with a horrible bus ride for 9 hours...Bumpy, Dusty, and people throwing up (not me though, that will come later).  I spent last entry complaining about the bus ride, this time I will talk more about the trek.  So I met a couple fellow Americans and a French Guy on the bus, but it was the two Americans and I that started the trek together.  The first day was a great day of hiking up along the river through a glorious forested valley.   We saw heaps of birds and many monkeys along the way.  We stayed at Lama Hotel (village name) on the first night.  Stayed with a family that had just introduced a new member to the family (16 day old baby boy).  It was the cutest thing... After a decent nights sleep we headed up the valley the next morning.
The next village we hiked to was the actual village of Langtang.  Along the way it gradually got colder and there was snow beginning to show more and more.  Here at our guesthouse I met my "mini me" Nepali version of me.  The kid was a riot.  I might have actually been cleaner than him, but not by much. (check out the photos from the links below).
The next day was on to the last village of the valley.  We stayed at a great guest house run by a young couple with a 9 month old baby girl.  I was kind of made honorary "uncle" while I was there.  The other two Americans took off the following morning while I stuck around for another 2 nights.  There was heaps of snow on the way up and it only got deeper as we made are way there.  All the day hike trails from this area were impossible to locate so I pretty much had to make my own path.  After my new friends left I attempted to do the Mountain summit of Tserko Ri.  This was around 5000 meters and as I headed out to hike it, I could see the clouds coming in.  I tried anyways.  about halfway up she started to snow, and I made it about 4/5ths to the top when I decided to abort my ascent (first time ever).  Did not feel like being frozen to death on the side of a hill by myself.  Probably one of the best decisions I ever made (besides dropping out of college).  So I lived to see another day.  So what does one do to following day?  I decided to trek for 10 hours through 1-3ft of snow to the glacier of one of the side valleys.  Now this was hell.  I have trekked all over, and I have never been so exhausted.  Pretty much made a straight line to the glacier, which now when I look back at it, it probably would have been quicker to go up high on a ridge and come back down to it, but what the hell it was a learning experience.  Hanging out at the terminal face was a riot.  Watching ice fall in front of me and hearing the ice crumble and rumble in the higher valley parts was a blast.  After spending an hour on the glacier, I started to make my way back.  I got about halfway back when two climbers (I say climbers cause they were hauling all their gear to do a summit) yelled down to me. "are you all right?"  I said "yeah of course" and carried on, but then they shouted back "you are nowhere near the trail"  and I answered "yeah I know, but I am having fun".  They shouted back "you are crazy and good luck"  and I said "thanks"...  This whole conversation was taking place at nearly 1000 feet apart as they were up on the ridge looking down at this "kid" who is up to his waste in snow moving about 5 feet per minute...  oh well it is all about the adventure.
When I got back to the house I ate 2 meals and drank heaps of water and sat up and talked with the family about everything about life and how life in Langtang is different from life in America.  While we were talking, the parents would take turns holding the now naked baby close to the fire and rotate the girl as if she was a rotisserie chicken on a skewer.  It was kind of comical, but an everyday occurrence for this family.  After the fire burned out I headed to bed.  The next morning I said my goodbyes and made my way back down the valley.  Trekked about 7 hours and stayed at a nice little place with 3 beds and had an amazing sunset to fall asleep to.
The next morning I headed a new route back to the beginning of the trail head.  This required me to make a nice ascent and then hang out on a ridge on the opposite side of the Mountain range that I just walked up the middle of.  This detour was amazing.  Beautiful views, sweet smells (not me) and a great companion from Sweden I met along the trail.  One of the coolest experiences I have ever had visually was on this stretch (and I am not talking acid or mushrooms)  So me and this 60 year old Gardener from Sweden are chilling on the hillside when all of sudden we can see this "grainy" spotted black circle coming near us.  It took a minute before I realized it was a massive flock (500-1000) of very large black birds.  They were swaying this way and that, figure 8's and what not.  They would bear left and disappear and then all of a sudden reappear out of thin air.  They did this as they gained altitude and made their way further up the valley.  After about 15 minutes (and out of sight) of silence and watching the aviation spectacle all that the Swede and I could do is just look at each other and say "whoa" at the same time.  Simply remarkable.  Well we split paths as he was heading to another village, I embarked on the horrible 900 meters of straight downhill hell...  I have the blisters to prove it...  The next day was sure to be better after showering and going to bed early...
Woke up and I got on the first bus out of town, which is also the local alarm clock cause they toot this annoying horn at the wee hours of 6am loud and clear.  To make the ride better, I decided to ride on top with a couple of locals.  I tell you the 3 dollars I spent to ride this bus, is a hell of a lot cheaper than an amusement park ticket, and twice as fun...  Nine hours later, and heaps of peas eaten, and a few near "fall offs" I was back in Kathamandu.  But only for about 9 hours.
I met my friend Ryan that I met on the Annapurna Circuit for dinner and we booked our ticket to Chitwan National Park.  On the ride down I started getting sick (not motion sickness, just bad sick)  we got to the park chilled for a bit and as I sat up I was like "Ryan I think you might want to leave cause I am going to heave"  before he even shut the door behind him, it was coming up.  Horrible feeling.  But felt great afterwards.  I paid for all my meals in advance, and I only ate once during the 2-3 day ordeal.  Watched the sunset along the river (are hut was located on the river) and headed to bed.  The next morning got up early and did a canoe trip for an hour, saw some crocs, deer and heaps of birds.  Then we had to hike back to the hotel, which shit man, I am sick and I half to walk back..?  We were searching for some Rhino's which we saw (from 10-20feet up in a tree that we had to climb)  I am sure I would have enjoyed this more had I not felt like shit, but man, that 3 hour walk was the longest 3 hours of my life.  I was actually thinking I would rather be healthy and trekking in 3 feet of snow again...  Well when we made it back it was bath time.  That is with the elephants.  This was a blast  they would lay on their sides and you could scrub them down, then you could crawl on their back and they would fill their trunks up with water and spray you down.  Great fun.  After this we went through the Jungle on them and had a blast (I know people and their views on riding elephants in Thailand it was horrible, but these elephants are well taken care of and were never struck with those stupid metal hooks found in other countries)  I would have not rode one had I seen mistreatment of them.  That night we ended with a culture show which was a blast, that involved dancing, fire and a crazy peacock.  We met some great Germans after the show and we ended up meeting up back at Kathmandu.  We ended up going bowling and seeing the movie "The Fighter"  which is really good...  I highly recommend it...
Oh by the way I am feeling much better, today was my first day that I ate three meals.  I lost a bit of weight, but I am sure I will put it on soon enough...  Well it is getting late and I am off to bed, I have an early flight to Everest in the morning.
The links below are for your enjoyment....
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=284672&id=648237018&l=851c6c3e9a

and of Chitwan...
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=285533&id=648237018&l=9f175af491

Nepal Annapurna Circuit Trek...

So remember the good old days of riding the bus to school and always wanting to sit in the back seat to catch some air while going over bumps?  Well fast forward 20 plus years to Nepal in what turns out to be an interesting journey.  The difference this time is that it lasted an ass hurting 9 hours.  Granted the trip only cost me a whopping 7 dollars, I think I should have been paid to ride this bus.  I have been on some miserable bus trips, but this one was by far the most physically painful one...  I will get to the hiking bit, but I have to let you guys go through the pain that I did for the trip back to Kathmandu...
So being the only white guy on the bus of course I get thrown on the most uncomfortable seat in the far way back.  Wood bench with about an 1/8 of an inch padding, and of course 2-3 nails sticking in my ass...  So what do I do, pull out my flip-flops and rain jacket and use them for cushioning.   So here I am with 2 bags of over 40lbs. on my lap sitting on my rain jacket and flipflops in the far back seat with windows that do not want to stay shut.  Could this get any worse?  Of course 5 minutes into the trip (which my ass was already sore now) we pick up a drunk Nepalise man.  He stumbles all the way back and flops himself right next to me.  He precedes to snuggle up to me, which he passed out leaning on my shoulder and drooled for the next 9 hours on me.  With windows not closing Ihad to put on all my warm clothes and that was a bitch with the little room I had.  We stopped once to get out and stretch (form a line of 40 people peeing on the side of the road)  wish I would have had a camera for this moment.  Well after 9 hours and numerous bumps and bruises I made it back to Kathmandu.  In the rush out, I forgot my rain jacket and sandals (comfy chair).  I ran back and chased the bus down and luckily the drunk guy passed out on my stuff, otherwise they might have been taken... Sorry about the rant, but this bus trip was only 140 kms long (about 90 miles) how the hell did it take 9 hours...  Ohhh I love mountain busing in the crazy countries...  Now on to the Trek...

So I left Kathmandu for a 7 hour bus ride to Besi Shahar, of course when I get out, the power goes out to the whole city.  I am out wandering around trying to find a place to stay, I find this dump of a place for about $1 a night, with shitty food...
So morning comes and I can finally get into the mountains, my first day is a 22km trek to the town of Ghermu.  Fantastic trek, minus the fact that they are building a road along this trek and it is a shame that they are doing this.  I did not meet one fellow trekker for the first 5 days on this trek.  Which was nice, but also somewhat scary sometimes.  When I would run into a local they would always ask "where you from?" and "are you alone?"  Of course I say "American, and yeah I am alone  After the first instance, I thought to myself, lets just say "I am Canadian and I have a bunch of cage fighter friends about 5 mins behind me"  just to avoid any possible conflict.  Nepal people are very nice but you never know.  Day two I headed to Tal, where I met a great Australian and we stayed up late at night discussing the world's problems and figuring a way to solve them.  We conclude we are going to start are own country, so if you want citizenship get in line..  These first days were just a warm up to the great views coming up.  Every step closer, I could start to see views of the Annapurna Himalayas.  I mainly passed small villages along the way and many waterfalls. (and also marijuana fields)

After Tal started to make my way up the valley.  About 2 hours in two locals came running down towards me waving their hands.  Before I could say anything there were these massive explosions and debris flying everywhere.  They were in the process of blasting the hillside to continue the road extension to Manang.  This is a shame in my mind, because it takes away from the beauty of the hike.  So if you want to do this trek, you have about 7 more years until this road is complete, so get on it.  After talking to the locals it is going to be horrible for these tea houses because they will be bypassed by vehicles rather than trekkers.  I arrived in Chame in the early evening and took a freezing shower (which was to be my last one for the next 10 days). The views of Annapurna were spectacular and this was just a preview of things to come...

Upper Pisang was my next destination.  This is where the views became out of a storybook.  This mountain range was out of this world. (I have a link below for some photos)  I visited a few religious sites and sipped some tea and ate some pasta.  The going rate for rooms at these tea houses was anywhere between 75 cents-2 dollars a night...  Food was about 10 bucks for all 3 meals, but I was carrying in food to keep the costs down.  In the morning I took the upper route to Braga (smaller village outside of touristy Manang).  This was a cosy little place to stay, and again I was the only person in the village.  Kind of comforting, but it would be nice to talk to someone once in awhile.  I did however take up reading,   First book read in over 20 years thank you very much.  I decided to the read Lord of the Rings.   For your information the Movie was better than the book...
Next day made it up to Manang (20 mins)  headed up to Glacier viewpoint to check out the fantastic views of the Glacier Valley.  Of course I wanted more, and after asking around they said there is no trail to the Glacier and of course "it is too dangerous"  but what the hell.  I hike down, crossed a half frozen lake and 1.5 hours later I was at the terminal face of Ganggapurna Glacier.  After dodging falling Ice and Rocks and taking numerous photos I made my way back down to Manang for some Dak Baht (rice and curry dish local to Nepal).  Here I met many people from all over the world and shared stories of are travels...
After Manang headed up to Yak Kharka which was an easy day, but just rested and soaked up the views, as I acclimated for the Thorung Pass (5,416meters).  Here I met a fellow American which we were to spend the next few days together.  In the morning we headed to Base Camp (highest point with beds before the pass)  wandered around here and took some photos.  In the morning we got up early and did the pass.  I took my time and enjoyed the views.  The top was very cold and windy and we could only spend about 10 minutes there before the frostbite kicked in...  The next 1300meters of downhill to Muktinath was hell on the old knees.  Good thing we did the Pass that day, cause a storm was coming in.  Ended up staying at Bob Marley's Guesthouse, which I loved and enjoyed a long sleep and lots of eating, with even a quick game a billiards.  The next day we jeeped and bussed down to Tatopani, which was a great choice because or the rain and snow.  Here is where I had my first meal with Meat.  I ordered a big ol steak, and ate it in comfort of the dining hall, as I watched the pouring rain out the window.  I was thinking to myself how much snow was falling in the higher altitudes...  Turns out the Pass was closed with all the snow that fell, I hope my friends were able to make it over..
In the morning hit up the hot springs and packed up.  Everyone decided to go via bus back to Pokhara but I needed to visit Poon Hill (beautiful views)  So with no rain, but cloudy and cold, I made my way up to Ghorepani.  This hike was a straight up hike from where I was.   The first 4 hours were fine, while the last 3 were cold and wet and snow.  Stayed at this real cute guest house (again the only one here) and chatted with the owners a bit.  The weather was still cloudy and snowy, so I was thinking it might not work out to go to Poon Hill.  The owners said "wake up at 530 and if cloudy go to sleep, If clear start the hike"  I awoke around 3 to take a piss and it was so clear out that I nearly shit my pants when I walked outside to see the full moon shine down on the mountains.  I was so excited I could not go back to sleep.  At 530 I started the 45 min hike to the top, of course there were many people starting also from the other areas of the trail.  I figured there to be about 100 people on the top of Poon Hill when the sun was rising (this did not take from the beauty of the mountains and the rays of light hitting the valley.  After about an hour of gazing 360 degrees around the beauty around me I headed back down.  I passed by many people that did not get up early enough for the mind blowing views.  After breakfast I made the descent down to Nayapul which was 2120 meters (nearly 7000ft downhill)  mainly on all rock stairs....  My legs still hurt (going to get a massage soon).
After getting to Nayapul I caught a bus to Pokhara and had a bit to eat and checked some email and viewed my photos.  I asked a local when the last bus left to Kathmandu.  He told me the time, and in that same breath he told me that I would regret the ride...  Wish I would have listened to him...
The link below is to some photos of my Annapurna Hike.  For some reason I can not upload photos here...  Go ahead and enjoy...
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=281504&id=648237018&l=b62df60328

Israel and Dubai...

Finally some down time on this trip...  Just sitting down in a friends living room watching the sandstorm pass over Dubai.  So Israel was a treat.  Was not planning on going, but what the hell, I was only 30 minutes away while in Amman.  I was hearing horror stories of the crossings from everyone...  "It takes all day" "they strip search you" "You have to win Ben Stein's Money in order to cross"  Well to let you know it only took about 15 minutes.  I did however did not get my passport stamped.  I had the option of getting a piece of paper stamped instead (some nations do not allow you entrance with an Israeli stamp)  The waiting for the bus to fill up on the Israeli side was the longest wait (we ended up buying an "extra" ticket to make the bus full).  So after about 40 minutes we (Jeff, my new travel companion) arrived in the heart of Jerusalem.  Wow what an amazing city, as the bus winded down the hill there were breath taking views of Old City and the Dome of the Rock.   We got dropped off in front of the Damascus gate to Old City.  We had no idea where the hell are hostel was, and with no map, we got suckered into a expensive taxi ride for about 5 minutes...  Oh well... 
Israel is a very expensive city, but if you do it right, it can be cheap and rewarding.  After settling down and relaxing a bit and getting some Israeli money we headed out on a free "Old City" tour.  The tour lasted about 3 hours, and I learned more about religion in that time frame, then ever before.  One of the most interesting thing that I learned is that the The Church of the Holy Sepulchre (the place where Jesus was crucified and buried), which is considered by most Christians to be the holiest of churches, is actually managed by the Muslims.  That is right, a Muslim family each morning at about 6am opens it up to the public with the one and only key to the place.   At 6pm they lock it up.  I thought this was quite interesting.  This place brought about one of the more "awkward" moments of the trip.  I do not mean awkward in a bad sense, but that is how I felt.  So I come all this way, and of course I might as well go see this "rock" that Jesus was laid to rest.  Basically, it was like waiting in line for a sold out rock concert, but here, they only allow four people in at once.  Waited in line for about 30-45 minutes, and when it was my turn I ducked down into this little room about 3 feet wide and 8 feet long with a slate or table of rock.  (the moment to sum it up was kind of like waiting for wal-mart to open on black Friday)   As soon as I got in there everyone got on there knees, and started kissing the rock, and pulling out everything they had carried in with them and rubbed the rock with so much passion.  I was kind of weirded out by this, but hey this is coming from someone with pajama pants on and nails painted.
Also on the tour we wandered around all four "quarters" of the old city.  They included: Christian, Muslim, Armenian, and Jewish.  This makes up roughly about 40,000 people in this tiny area of Jerusalem.  Pretty crazy here.   I think visiting the Western Wall (holy place for the Jews) was my favorite sites of the Old City.

It was powerful watching all the people gather at this one place for prayer.
Some of the other highlights of Jerusalem was visiting Mount Olives and soaking up the views of the Old City.  Also wandering around the Dome of the Rock, which since we are not Muslim we could not go in it, but it was wonderful to see it from the outside.  Also checked out the place where the Last Supper took place, that was interesting in itself.  I came to wonder throughout...  how sure are we today, that these "supposed" places where Jesus was, are actually the exact place that these events happened.  Hmm oh well maybe it is faith that keeps us thinking that it is.  Enough about religion and belief, Do what makes you happy, now on to the rest of the story...
The rest of the time we spent in Jerusalem were used to wander the markets of the Old City and eating a lot of Hummus.  Yummy...  Oh one more thing, try to avoid jaywalking in Jerusalem, they are very uptight on that one.
We decided to check out Bethlehem (Palestine) and the "place" where Jesus was born on day three of or trip to Israel.  This turned out to be about as chaotic as the "place" of his death.  To make matters worse only one person was allowed in at a time.  We got there just ahead of the mad rush.  The one thing I enjoyed about Bethlehem was that we were in Palestine.  Wow interesting stuff, I kind of got the gist of what is going on here, from both sides of the story that is.  I was intrigued by the wall that is being built which is nearly complete but adding more daily.  Reminded me of the Berlin Wall, but 3 times as high...It is a kind of sad story here, and a shame of what is happening...

Leaving Palestine involved going through check points.  I, again heard horror stories, but it was basically like airport security.  It only took about 30 minutes.
After Bethlehem, we headed to Tel Aviv.  Not to much exciting stuff here for me.  If you are looking for a night life and nice beach, here ya go.  Jews for Jesus ambushed us on the beach, this was quite fun.  I love people who are young and do not even know a thing about life yet trying to tell you how to live yours.  Oh well we had our spat "discussion" and she said she was going to pray for us when we left.  I said thanks and enjoy.  Spent about 24 hours total in the Old Jaffa and Tel Aviv area and decided to make are way back to Jerusalem.  While riding on the bus to the boarder  I came to one solution to all world problems-  that is: Leave everyone alone, and do not think your belief is better than mine, oh and tip your waiter if the service is good.

Dubai... to sum it up in one word...  WOW...  Get off the plane and while getting a taxi, I think I was passed by 3 Porshe's, a couple Ferrari's and Bentley's and 5 Masseratti's.  Sorry I do not know how to spell Luxury.  But I can spell KIA.
I was blessed to have a place to stay in this crazy money town.  Thanks Katie (her last name is being withheld do to her celebrity status in town).  This town has grown so much in the last 20 years you cannot even explain it, you will have to see it for yourself.   To compare, lets start with the Malls...  Mall of America 520 stores...  Dubai Mall- over 1200 stores.  And to you saying well we do not pay tax on clothing in Minnesota.  Well do not want to burst your bubble, but there is no tax on anything at these malls...  sorry MOA you lose, just like the Vikings...  sorry to bash my home area, it is all in good fun.   So get to Dubai, what is the first thing someone does?   Head to the Indian Embassy woo hoo...  Which, to let you know it takes a bit to get a visa, so that means a no go to India, but more time in Nepal for me.  That is a double woo hoo. 
So the main thing I wanted to see is the Tallest building in the world.  The Burj Khalifa  also known as the Burj Dubai.  Coming in at an astounding 828m or 2717ft, it is the tallest man made structure in the world...

Amazing..
Since it was 80 degrees out, you would think naturally to hit the beach.  Well I did that, but I wanted more so naturally I went skiing.  Yes I said skiing.  Again only in Dubai.  There is nothing you cannot do in this city.

 Dubai is an extravagant city, and it is costs a lot to do stuff, but if you are wise about stuff, of course you can make it cheaper.  The public transport is cheap and the most effective that I have been on (sorry Singapore)  It all depends on the area you are at, if you are near the Malls = expensive, any where else cheaper.  If like me, I like to wander by foot, and that of course is free (minus the stinky feet at the end of the day).  If you have the opportunity to visit Dubai do it.  Just do not stay at the 40,000 dollar a night hotel here, but if you do, can you bring me?

Jordan

Well I wish I could add some photos of my adventures in Jordan so far, but the computers I have access to are not the greatest.  I guess my words will have to do, sorry.  Do not worry though, I will have photos us when I can so keep checking back.
Well after about a 28 hour journey I made it to my hostel in Amman (Abbasi Palace Hotel).  It is a lovely place located in the heart of old town (downtown) Amman where the streets are lively.  Imagine magnificent mile, but only In Arabic.  The owner is an amazing lady who stayed up me and figured everything out with me.  I made it to bed at around 2am local time. 
The next day I awoke to some tea and some bread and headed my way towards Petra.  I left around 5 am and arrived around 8:30.   Yeah I would have to say Petra was amazing, walking through it you would have to wonder how this stuff is still standing after so many years.  After wandering through the valley you get this sense of feeling of how the people lived back in the day, and how amazing it was that whey could build something so beautiful.  After about 15 minutes I could start to see the corner of the Treasury Building (from Indiana Jones Last Crusade).  Words can not describe it, all I know is you need to see it, as the sun is beating down on it and expressing the red colors in the stone.

As I was hanging around the ruins, waiting for the sun to shine on the buildings, I met a fellow American. (funny cause of all the travel I have done, I would have to say Jordan is the place where I have ran into the most Americans)  So we BS'd for a while and let me know the things to see.  Great guy and I am actually traveling with him now.  After we parted ways I headed towards the High Monastery.  This was one hell of a hike, 800 stairs straight up.  Now I know why I travel know, because I saw a lot of older people turning back half way up, and I tell you they missed an amazing site.  On the way down a persuaded some older folks to keep going, and after seeing the photos I took they chugged there way to the top.  On top I met another solo traveller we chit chatted and we decided to walk down together.  After all this walking I had to do one more little trek that most people do not do, and that what to the top of a ridge to look down and the Treasury building.  This one was a pretty steep climb and I was getting tired and my new friend following was doing a hell of a job keeping up.  One hour later and we came to the edge and we could look down at this magnificent piece of craftsmanship.  Hung out for about 12 minutes taking as many photos as we could.  On the way down she said something to me that made me feel good  In broken english she said " how you say, you are a young spirit, is that right"  I knew what she meant right away and it made me appreciate all the things I have been able to experience in my "young life"
After the long walk back through Petra we had another 30 minute walk to downtown (which was actually all uphill).  Met back up for dinner with my new friend from America and Japan, and decided to go to Wadi Rum in the Desert (they filmed Lawerece of Arabia there)  This was a blast, it was 2 Americans and 8 Japanese and we cruised through the desert in a jeep and soaked in all the sites.  Of all things to do in the desert in the afternoon sun, we decided to have a Sumo match.  This was a blast but I got my ass kicked (I have video to prove it).  Then we watched an amazing sunset in the open desert, surrounded by amazing mountains in the distance.   Dinner was cooked in the ground and it was amazing.  Following Dinner everyone was up and dancing and playing music, I just say back and enjoyed the show.  Afterwards I headed out to see the stars.  The clarity was amazing (reminded me of the outback in Australia)   Then on to bed, what a lovely first 48 hours in Jordan.
Well I am in Amman and we (American friend) are headed to Israel tomorrow.  I hope the boarder crossing goes well.   I will try and update this when I get to Dubai.  Laters...