The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “adventure

The Spectrum of Conveyance Connections

Posted on March 28, 2015

There are days in which I choose to fly. One of those days was in Hpa An, in Myanmar, when I zoomed around on two wheels from cave to mountain, mountain to cave, sweet wind-whipped apexes to moldy cool nadirs. Another one was in Ko Lanta, Thailand, as we circumnavigated the island like cushy explorers in hot pursuit of diamond water. Today was yet another one of those days when I flew around the greater area of Battambang, Cambodia, holding promises of ruins and Buddhist enlightenment in my pockets. 
It was 125cc’s of torque. It was a black Honda Future. It was a rental. With it I set off from central Battambang, a sleepy ‘colonial’ (that’s supposed to sell me?) city with long riverside…

Upcoming

Posted on November 22, 2013

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The “Fuck This _____” moment is a moment of patent irreconcilability. It’s the instant that you decide you can no longer live a certain way, cloaked by a certain pretense, a declaration of the unsustainable. You can move mountains in this moment and your resolve is so strong, any objection, internal or external, is hushed even before it’s voiced.

I’ll be in Vietnam sooner than later. January, to be exact. A year there and then I’m off. There’s the whole of Asia to see, you see, and the Middle East and Africa’s spine. Turkmenistan has a hole in the ground that is perpetually on fire, Namibia has sand dunes on which to sand-board and a dark sky preserve of that supreme quietness where only the universe is speaking to you, Japan has hole-in-wall ramen joints and I have a passion for ramen that is unmatched by anyone. There is something for me in every Place, just like there is something for you, but only if we choose to see it that way.

It will be a trip where I internalize, happily, the fact that I as an individual don’t mean much, I am bound to nothing, and I am free to roam the earth with good consequence. My lightness of being will only be kept semi-grounded by a small backpack, thereby keeping me from floating away.

I look at a map and the world seems so small. But what I really mean is that our world is finite. Ever-changing, but finite. And so I look at maps and I’m comforted by this thought, that there is only so much to see but it is enough to keep me busy.

Then there’s this romance: East Asia to Africa is everything and nothing to me.

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Posted on June 23, 2012

I woke up this morning and decided to paint something on my orange accent wall. While I can be creative, the grandiose world of fine art has eluded me thus far, as my stick figures keep turning out to look like mops and broomsticks. As a result it’s rather sloppily done, but I forgive myself of any lack of acute artistic ability by finding perfection in wholly imperfect things. In short, it’s messy but it works. So for three hours I painted feverishly with ‘Across the Universe’ radio on Pandora by my side, a bowl of blueberries that were just the perfect amount of ripe (they must bounce 5 inches off the floor), and a gentle breeze from the windows that mitigated a hot…

Run Away

Posted on May 10, 2012

… to South America. Those who deem it cliche haven’t done it. Run away and stay off the beaten path. Get to know a foreign place, leave it with new friends. Eat with the locals, you might learn something. Eat everything that’s placed in front of your nose; even if it’s still squirming, you might walk away with a new favorite food.  Avoid as much planning as possible; these plans will change anyway, often for the better. Be open, be kind, be appreciative of the world and all that’s in it. Give to those who need it, give to those who don’t need it. Travel cheaply in local transportation; your seat-mate may be a chicken, but it’s more awesome this way. Forget about comforts…