Saturday, 26 March 2016

All good things...

2 travellers
13 Countries
8 volunteer projects
12,478 blog views
2 cameras
4 billion photographs
1 parasite
4,357,805 mosquito bites
2 pairs of flipflops
379 days
1 wedding proposal
136 rambling blog posts
1 pretty awesome year!


Life is a funny thing and no matter how you chose to steer it, you can’t always direct its course: The dice rolls, you look at the number and you consider your next move.

Over the course of our year away, we have met so many people who do not have the freedom that we have to explore this planet or the liberty to make the decisions that Brodie and I have. We were reminded for the millionth time how fortunate we are that by sheer chances of fate, we were born as citizens with the freedom of travel, in a country where your income on a global scale makes you rich and life abroad affordable, into a liberal culture that embraces independence, and into loving, supportive families who will support us along our journey. It is from this perspective that we found ourselves looking down at a new roll of the dice and making the decision to return home.

I remember writing my first blog 54 weeks ago in the airport lounge of Heathrow in a strange melancholic haze that was the result of an emotional hangover from too many goodbyes, and fortified by an overwhelming and thrilling sense of impending adventure. Have I changed much since then? In some ways, yes…indescribably. In some ways not at all. On the surface I don’t think you’d find me much different…although as Claire likes to point out, I’ve softened my Ts (a habit I must quit), I have long hair and for once in my life I have a tan (not that you could see it under my nasty restrictive British winter clothes-who invented skinny jeans?!!). My feet now have an aversion to shoes, and I seem to crave tea as if my British roots are clawing at me to stay put. But these things are all superficial.

I don’t think you can spend a year on the road and fail to change. Without trying to sound clichéd, I like to think I’ve broadened my horizons, fine-tuned my ideas and my ideals and have perhaps a more balanced outlook on the world. Wow that did sound clichéd.

You hear people talk about how their travels have uplifted them and how they were inspired and reassured by the things they have seen and people they met. On this I am split.

On the one hand I have just finished probably the most wondrous, explosive, awe-inspiring and fulfilling years of my life. But…the more I travelled the more I observed, and the more I observed, the more I felt an impending sense of tragedy. We are a desperate race, facing a toxic cocktail of problems which we are so far from sorting out, or in many cases even engaging with, that it just frightens…no it petrifies me. The insane rates of deforestation, the over-farming, the over-fishing, the poverty, the lack of healthcare, the poor sanitation, the lack of education, the illegal poaching, the shark-finning, the invasive species, the littering (OH-MY-GOD THE LITTERING!!), the crazy extinction rates, the frightening decline in biodiversity and increase in monoculture, the insane levels of pollution (of the sea, the soil, the sky) the need to feed our 7.4 billion people and our increasingly demanding appetites, increasing drought, increasing flood risk, the greed, selfishness, sheer ignorance and severe apathy of our leaders to do anything tangible about it…Our world is turning (has turned?!) into a giant landfill, we just don’t realise it in the UK as we’re so good at burying it or leaving it to squander in the bottom of our oceans where we can’t see it.

Yes, sadly, my overwhelming emotion when I think about the state of the world and where it is headed, is one of hopelessness, and my year travelling through it has just heightened this sentiment in me.

So do I think we really are a hopeless case?...I am claustrophobic with the crushing reality of what we are doing to our world, and the overwhelming sense of responsibility we have as citizens of a rich nation, and as world citizens, to do something about it….

However, a friend recently told me about the idea of a Eucatastrophe –a phrase coined by JR Tolkein to mean the sudden turn of events that rapidly alters the course of fate for the better (as demonstrated beautifully at the end of Lord of The Rings). I have a perhaps naïve faith that some big changes will happen soon that will switch the course of our demise. They have to, otherwise I think our outlook really is hopeless. But I do think people are switching on to environmental and climate issues and we now have platforms for communication that were never open to us before, so I think it is our responsibility to make these things visible-we can’t just sit by and wait for change to happen. Since being home, I have heard so much more about renewable energy, about climate change, about environmental policy, about address packaging problems, about the carbon footprint of food, about addressing waste issues…. the tide does feel like it’s starting to turn, and I hope the increasing profile of these issues will begin to gain in momentum. We need to reach that tipping point where picking the green option is financially beneficial, and thinking environmentally becomes the norm...on a Governmental level and a local level (Al Gore gave a nice Ted Talk on this point if you have a spare few minutes).
Backpack hugs are the best kind of hugs!
This year, Brodie and I have been indescribably blessed to have had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know a simply awe-inspiring army of world warriors, who have devoted their lives to making this world a better place: Victoria, Tina, Shavez, Bazillah, Ryan, David, Jackie, Martin, Janet, Samban, Lucie, Yo, Tom, Linda, Frank, Nat, Caroline, Jack, Euginio, Noé among others…Not to mention many of the woofers, volunteers and friends we’ve met along the way who share their passion and their ideals and will hopefully carry their messages back to their home countries. To you all, thank you for having the discussions that other people don’t want to have, for living the life we should all lead, for confronting the issues we face, and for leading by example. I am motivated, humbled, inspired by you, and I am honoured to know you, and to call you friends. These are the kind of people who will change our world, and they are the roots, however small, and however hidden amongst the weeds, that make me believe that something beautiful can still grow in this world, and that there can be some hope for its future.

Biologists and environmentalists are often criticized for caring more about trees than they do about people. These things aren’t mutually exclusive. They are absolutely, categorically and intrinsically linked to one another. I am a teacher, I care tremendously about people. I care about my unborn children, about their unborn children, and I care about your unborn children, but if we neglect to preserve the world around us, then how can we provide a future for them? Without our natural resources we can’t begin to start addressing the human-related problems we have.

Do I feel satisfied by our own efforts this year? Not at all! I have flown more times this year than in the previous 5 years combined, and if everyone in the world kept up the same rate we would be in a severe state. That has to change. This year we have seen so much litter, and such a devastatingly apathetic attitude towards litter almost everywhere we’ve gone, that we cannot have failed to have reflected on our own resource use….I now cringe at how ignorant I was about this before I left. I have always recycled, used my own bags and dutifully put my rubbish in the bin as I’m sure most of you do, but this is simply not enough. Our global use of plastics is mind-blowing and the amount of waste we produce is simply sickening. We need to address this and we need to address this quickly. It starts at home, in the way we choose to live, in the conversations we have, in the decisions we make when we buy products, in the way we bring up our kids. As the very wise Nelson Mandela once said, "Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world." -this trip has made me acutely aware of my role as a teacher and my responsibility to raise the awareness of these issues amongst our next generation. It's not their fault we've messed it up, but it's going to be up to them to help fix it.

So despite the sad fact that my net impact on the planet this year is most-likely a negative one, I hope that I have learnt enough from my travels that through the decisions I make moving forward, my future impact on the Earth will be a much smaller one than it would have been otherwise. As Tolstoy once said, "Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no-one thinks of changing himself." I have a long way to go.
Anyway, enough of the heavy stuff, the fact remains that we have had a simply mind-blowingly insanely spectacularly outstanding year of adventures which would normally fill up a few life-times.

We have walked, hiked, Zumba-ed, cycled, driven, go-karted, swung, flown, run, crawled, motorbiked, moped-ed, cable-car-ed, swum, climbed, sky-dived, jumped, snorkelled, camper-vanned, volcano-boarded, ridden on horse-back, sailed, kayaked, canoed, trucked, zip-lined, bused, tuk-tuked surfed and skipped across 13 different countries. We have blundered our way through 9 different languages, confuddled our brains with 14 different currencies and worked our butts off for 8 different projects. We have climbed magnificent mountains, we have shuffled our feet through white sand, yellow sand, grey sand, black sand…We have scrambled through spider webs, crawled through caves, snorkelled in crystal clear waters, jumped off waterfalls, swung from rope-swings and wobbled across rope bridges, been spooked by scorpions, teased tarantulas and provoked poboscis monkeys, watched 360° thunderstorms from a boat on the Kinabatangan, partied into the New Year on a tropical beach, got engaged on the most beautiful lake, under the most beautiful sea of stars, and cycled naked through the streets of New Zealand!

We’ve learnt how to cut vines, plant trees, drive a speed boat, use a machete, propagate bushes, build a house, identify frogs, cut wood, mix cement, crowd-fund, collect seeds, use bench saws, master (ish) an electric drill, cut forest trails, learnt what is meant by a “3-by-2”, identify monkey pee, plan events, plaster walls and cook vegetarian food for fussy American kids.

We’ve smiled, we’ve screamed, we’ve whispered, we’ve cheered and we’ve whooped, we’ve absorbed, we’ve laughed, we’ve loved.

We have been blown away by the wildlife: from the tiny little insects to the magnificent swooping eagles, from the naughty little monkeys to 500 year old trees: from the intricate orchids to the sexy little vine snakes, from the extraordinary tree frogs to the giant bees, from 5 meter–long pythons, iridescent worms, luminescent plankton, glow in the dark fungus, bug-eyed tarsiers, to sleepy (green!!) sloths…WOWEE what an absolute feast for a biologist!!

We have shared our journey with so many extraordinary people –some who we will inevitably forget, and others who will stay with us forever…all of whom we have learnt from in one way or another.

I will not miss the dorm rooms, packing (and unpacking) my bag, changing beds, rice and beans, hairy legs, spotty foreheads, booking.com, rolling my eyes at insanely dull conversations about how many places you’ve visited in 2 weeks with 21 year old backpackers….

…But I will miss the intense freedom, the independence, the adventure, meeting new people from all corners of the world, learning about new places…the history, the people, the culture, the wildlife…trying new foods, the sounds of the jungle, getting lost, getting found, discovering new places and stumbling upon gems, the indulgence of being able to read (what an absolute treat!), wholesome physical work, being outdoors all day, every day, living in flipflops, writing my blog….

I am not looking forward to the weather, winter clothes, television, consumerism, putting my feet in horrible cramped-up shoes, traffic, the need to be responsible again, being trapped indoors, dull-grey days, £5 glasses of wine and not spending every minute of every day with my favourite Mr Lea…

…But I am excited about seeing our family and seeing our friends, and giving them all super giant, all-consuming hugs, snuggling in my own duvet, cycling, proper teabags and proper cups of tea, decent digestive biscuits (why do they taste so different everywhere else?!), smelling good, starting dance classes, hot showers (no more buckets!!), getting fit, roast potatoes…

I have spent 379 days waking up next to this man. 379 days of endless discovering, exploring, meandering, card-playing, chattering, rolling-on-the-floor-laughing, and simply relishing the opportunity to indulge in our sweaty, smelly, spotty and delicious companionship. My god I am a lucky girl. He challenges my outlook, indulges my ramblings, questions my ideas, laughs at me and with me and makes me believe that anything is possible. He has kept me safe and he made me realise that as long as I am with him, even if we are by ourselves in the deepest darkest middle of nowhere, then I am home. I am so indescribably proud and excited to call him my fiancé. Yes I’m a little nervous about returning home and a little apprehensive about the future, when suddenly everything seems a little unknown, but I know that whatever life throws at us, we will embrace our next adventure hand in hand.

My very wise Aunty Sue told me last January to “Go explore and fill up your cup.”. My God did I fill up my cup…In fact I upgraded my cup to Super-Size Mega-bucket and this beast is overflowing!

I am not looking forward to finishing my blog. I imagine it will feel a little like when you finish writing a book and you miss the characters…except this time we are the subjects, our lives are the story, and I’ve no idea what’s going to happen in the next chapter.

Frank said to me on our last night at Cloudbridge…”Travelling is the only thing that you spend money on that actually makes you richer”. I like that. And it’s very true.

We
Are
Millionaires


Friday, 4 March 2016

17 hours in Fort Lauderdale

It’s a funny thing to find yourself at the airport after over a year of travelling, with the realisation that this is your final journey. Thankfully we had a random bonus 17 hour (!!!) stop-over to enjoy in no other than sunny Florida, which certainly softened the blow somewhat. One more day lounging on the beach in the sun-you can’t really complain can you?...

Until you turn up and it’s only bloody raining!

Thankfully I’d done some homework so after our 2.5hour flight from Managua, we skipped off the plane, picked up our giant backpacks and hopped onto a bus (well, three buses), and arrived at Fort Lauderdale beach front by about 7am in the morning. Desperate for some food but loath to spend any money, we menu-trawled until we found somewhere relatively cheap ($8 for a filled croissant and a coffee!!!...We clearly were no longer in Nicaragua). Turns out our cheap eat was none other than the Hilton, which as it turned out was a stroke of luck as it appears that putting on your poshest English accent and smiling lots will get you concierge service and the free storage of your bag for the entire day. Screw you expensive don’t-open-til-9’o’clock airport baggage storage!

Our plan to sunbathe all day having been foiled, we decided to get a day’s pass on the Fort Lauderdale water taxi….essentially a hop-on, hop-off boat that takes you all around the waterways of FL, with a delightful running commentary by a posh wrinkly Floridian, about who lives in or owns all of the fancy-pants mansions and yachts. Quite a culture shock after our time in Central America, but interesting in a nosy, how-the-other-half-live kind of way. Some people have a LOT of money.
We filled our day pootling about on the water and visiting different tourist spots around the area. We also hired weird horizontal bicycles and had great fun attempting to avoid each other, pedestrians, tree and lamp-posts as we wiggled along the waterfront….and in my case failing miserably! 
(Brodie is a long-way ahead...turns out I can't multi-task and cycle and photograph at the same time)
One of the rare moments when I'm not in a hedge 
Thankfully we survived our last near-death experience of the year and made a full day of it in time for our 11pm flight...and this time it really was the last one...

Sunday, 28 February 2016

Volcano Boarding, Giant holes and lagoon swimming...just another day in Nicaragua

“I know…Let’s climb up an active volcano with a flimsy piece of plywood and throw ourselves off!”

You’ve got to be some kind of crazy to do something like that, but someone clearly did, and as with most hair-brained ideas with the potential to die, others followed suit and now it’s a craze. Let me introduce you to….VOLCANO BOARDING!
Of all my 54 weeks of travelling, standing at the top of Cerro Negro in a crazy denim jumpsuit like some kind of escaped convict with penchant for thrills, wind howling around me, contemplating my imminent act of lunacy, was by far my most scary moment...Yes even more than skydiving.
OK so I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to die, but I did think there was quite a big chance I would rip a whole limb off. Or scalp myself. Or grate off my entire skin.   

You start this wild adventure by taking the 45 minute climb up the Cerro Negro (“Black Hill”) volcano which in itself is pretty cool. This is a mountain made of basalt (a light volcanic rock), and just climbing to the top is an experience in itself-it has a really lunar feel and you scramble (there’s no distinct path for much of it) up one edge, then up through the crater with sulfur vents spewing out their eggy gases either side of you. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever experienced before and is no small feat with a volcano board on your back and with the crazy Nicaraguan wind buffeting you the whole way up. There are pretty spectacular views all the way up.
Bro first!
Bricking it at this moment!!

(All photos above are from Biz-thanks lady!) :) 

So then you reach the top and have a look at the slope you are due to descend….if I say it was petrifying, I am playing it down. This slope is HUGE and is at a 41 degree angle, AND you can only see so far before it DROPS OFF out of sight. It is simply terrifying. But we’d made such a bloomin’ effort to get there and heard such amazing things about it that my brain decided to over-ride my heart (which was currently shouting “FLEE FOR YOUR LIFE” in my ear like the big giant pansy that it is), and I took the plunge.

Bro went first of course (there was no way I was going to!), and the lunatic adrenaline junkie picked the fast route (show off). I picked the middle speed route which I thought was fairly daring as I apparently had a ‘fast board’. Hmmm. I actually started off at a fairly sensible speed, but as it picked up a bit I thought I’d try out the brakes…aka sticking your feet out and digging in your heels. This had the dramatic effect of making me wobble perilously from side to side, so I rapidly withdrew them and made a firm pact with myself not to try that again for fear of death. Ironically the problem then was that I was essentially flying down the mountain with no brakes, so I just got faster and faster...and the faster I got, the more scared I was, and the less likely I was to try out the scary brake system again. So the second half of my descent flew by in a crazy rocky blur of fear and adrenaline.  I went so fast I even launched off the ground at one point!
(Two piccies above taken from the internet. Thank you internet)

I was so petrified that I can’t say I enjoyed the ride, but I sure as hell enjoyed the surge of adrenaline I got at the bottom, and the overwhelming feeling of joy (and absurdly pride) that I had cleverly managed to carry my poor jittery body to the bottom in one piece, and that there was not going to be a need for a skin graft! Phew!

Would I recommend it? Hell yes! One of the most unique experiences I’ve ever done! Would I do it again?....Hmmm, probably not.

If you want to get a feel for what it's like, have a peak at this video....the actual ride starts at about 1.30 in, and you get a sense of how steep the descent is! (Plus the guy stacks it in quite impressive style at the end!).
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Once we’d calmed ourselves and made a valiant (yet futile) attempt to extricate the gallons of volcano debris from our hair/ears/mouths/nostrils/insert-random-bodily-crevice, we picked up our insanely heavy backpacks from the jeep and set off on the next part of our adventure. The trek is basically a two-day hike in some of the most outstanding landscapes I’ve had the pleasure of walking through. The hike on the first day wasn’t too long, but it was all uphill and we were carrying what were probably 15kg bags on our backs as we each had 6L of water, two days-worth of food and all of our camping gear. We arrived at our (insanely windy) camping spot about 3.30pm and were rewarded with simply breath-taking views for miles and miles. We dumped our stuff and went to explore the top of the volcano and the giant hole from which the mountain (El Hoyo) got its name. This bizarrely neat circular hole apparently just appeared one day. One day it wasn’t there, and the next it was, and no-one really knows why! It’s about 100m deep, and pretty exhilarating (/scary!) to stand next to and peer in! A beautiful spot to watch the sun go down, and we had a lovely evening snuggled up in front of the camp fire eating far more marshmallows than is healthy (although undoubtedly good for the soul!!).
Looking back over Cerro Negro from El Hoyo at the start of our hike
Our hike buddies over the two days were the very lovely Biz and Leah-two friends from the States: Morale boosters, stalwart hikers and just wonderful human beings. Biz is volunteering for the hostel (as I mentioned in a previous post, the workers are volunteers so that all profits from things like tours etc. go directly into the environmental and community projects set-up and run by the hostel) and Leah is just over in Nicaragua for a crazy, whistle-stop 4-day trip to Nicaragua to visit Biz…not a bad trip for your first time out of the USA! These girls were a wonderful tonic for two long-term travellers facing an emotional end of a very long trip. Whilst we have tried to keep a tight hold of our sense of awe and appreciation as our trip has progressed, it is inevitable that you sometimes get a little complacent about where you are and what you’re doing. I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed experiencing Leah’s wonder and enthusiasm towards every inch of our journey-she embraced everything with a huge smile (even when her feet were covered in blisters) and a giant sense of gratitude that she was able to experience such an adventure in such a beautiful place, and it made me realise once again how lucky I am to be able to experience such things.
Biz, Leah and Bro enjoying the view towards Momotombo, the active volcano
A view of the giant hole that has given El Hoyo its name. This just appeared one day
Here you can see Volcán Asososca and the crater-this is where we walked to on the second day
A sulfur vent-Bro kept scaring me by standing a little too close and throwing stones in to see if he could hear them land
This is Momotombo -She errupts every few weeks and if you look carefully you can see her smoking!

Sunrise from the tent
The dilapidated tent!
After a long night of no sleep (we’d helpfully picked up square tent but a hexagonal overlay which meant that we couldn’t tether it properly so it flapped and slapped against our heads all night long in the crazy gale wind) we had a long, hot trek down the mountain to Volcán Asososca, where we skirted its base to a neighbouring crater where we all dumped our huge backpacks and slid into the beautiful and wonderfully cool lake that has formed in its base -weary, achy, but extremely satisfied!
Our view of the lagoon from our swimming spot
And a few piccies from Bro...



Friday, 26 February 2016

Leon, Nicaragua

Our final stop in Nicaragua….and what a way to finish! This town has much of the Colonial charm of Granada, but with a more shabby, rugged and local-feel and I like it! After traipsing around the town with our backpacks and turning our noses up at the giant party hostels (we must be getting old!!), we settled for a friendly hostel called Sonati. Sonati is in fact a non-profiit organisation where by all profits made from room lets or organised trips go towards environmental, conservation, community or recycling projects in the local area. It relies on volunteers to run it so that funds can be directed into these worthwhile causes (have a look at their work here if you’re interested)-I would definitely recommend staying here if you’re ever in Leon.
Sunset from a terrace bar. From here we enjoyed watching the local kids skateboard and play basketball
We spent a few days in Leon, and enjoyed a couple of trips to the nearby beach (Las Piñatas) on the decidedly over-crowded (but absurdly cheap) chicken bus. On one of these days we did hire a surf-board again, but the waves weren’t really playing ball and I wouldn’t say we were particularly successful in our endeavours! The beach was rather pretty though (although nothing by Costa Rica standards), and it was a nice place to while a few hours with our books.
On our second day in Leon, we enjoyed climbing up the succinctly named Real e Insigne Basílica de la Asunción de la Bienaventurada Virgen María (or the Real and Renowned Basilica Cathedral of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin if you care to know) - apparently the largest Cathedral in Central America and it's a beaut! This Cathedral is not only impressive in its own right (and if you take your shoes off you’re allowed to scramble all over it), but it also has spectacular views over the city and out towards the volcano range (Cordillera Los Maribios) in the distance….topped off with azure blue skies and you have yourself a pretty marvellous spot.
If you look carefully into the distance though you may spot a sandstorm-severe deforestation in the region to make way for farm land has contributed to increased desertification and sandstorms are unfortunately a rather unwelcome side-effect.

Coming from Costa Rica which on the whole we found rather clean, we have been disappointed to discover that Nicaraguans have an appalling approach to litter. On every bus we’ve been on in this country we have noticed that people simply throw their litter out of the window-probably more so than anywhere else we’d been. It’s quite horrifying to watch and I even tried to catch one little girl’s bottle as she flung it out of the window, but wasn’t quick enough so gave her a feeble (but stern) finger waggle instead in the hope that I might have some impact….wishful thinking though I suspect.
Our favourite spot for some street food
On a similar thread, Lake Managua (Lago de Managua)), one of the largest lakes in Nicaragua is often referred to as “The World’s Biggest Toilet” as the Capital City’s untreated sewage has been draining into the lake since 1927! The Government have started to do something about it (in 2007 they opened the first sewage treatment plant, although this still only treats 40% of the city, and apparently a plan is in place to improve the quality of the water) but they have a mind-boggling task in front of them!
This guy was a street vendor and had a fascinating story. And such a wonderful smile!
We also went to the Nicaraguan Revolution Museum. It was fairly interesting considering the fact that everything was written in Spanish and we were shown around by a Spanish-speaking Nica (I forget his name so for the purposes of convenience I shall call him Jose). It's amazing how much he could communicate with us considering our shoddy Spanish and his non-existent English, but as we've discovered before, it's quite amazing how much you can communicate with a spot of charades, the help of a giant bazooka, and a little context! There were also lots of historical photos taken in Leon during the revolution, and the museum actually employs ex-revolutionaries (like Jose), so it was an interesting experience and we actually learnt quite a lot.
Jose is one of the two boys at the front
Jose is 5th from the left....aged 14!!!
Jose...no longer a 14-year old, but just as patriotic!
Jose showing off his bazooka!
God knows what this is. It really is quite petrifying.