PROMPT: Longest Trip

Daily writing prompt
What’s the longest trip you’ve ever taken?

So far, life is the longest trip I’ve ever taken. The challenge of this question is knowing what counts as a “trip.” I lived in India for over 12 years? Was that a trip? It didn’t feel like it. It felt like my home was in a different country. I think I once spent about two months one Summer in Hungary back in the 90’s? Was that a trip or family time? I’ve spent about a month (just under what would be required to do a “visa run” — more of a fresh stamp run) in Thailand. I suspect the latter is what the question aims at. While I’m pretty far toward the traveler end of the Traveler – Tribesman continuum, 30 days moving about without being someplace that feels home-like is where it starts to wear on me. (Of course, being a traveler, any place can feel homelike if I don’t need to think about where to eat on a daily basis or how to do laundry on a weekly basis.)

Of course, maybe the question is drug related. In which case, I once had psilocybe mushroom tea, and that trip lasted about five hours?

BOOK: “The Traveler” by Andrea Wulf

The Traveler: One Man's Quest for Humanity from the South Seas to Revolutionary ParisThe Traveler: One Man’s Quest for Humanity from the South Seas to Revolutionary Paris by Andrea Wulf
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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Andrea Wulf once again introduces us to a person most of us have no knowledge of, but should. A few years back I read, “The Invention of Nature,” which was about the life and work of Alexander Von Humboldt. This book tells the story of the short life of George Forster, who — like von Humboldt — was a naturalist and explorer. In fact, von Humboldt considered Forster one of his mentors.

The name of this book could not be more apt. It’s not just about a man who went places, that’s a shallow definition of “traveler.” Rather, it is about one who was philosophically a traveler — i.e. one who shed biases and any pretense of superiority of his native culture over those with which he would come into contact so that his mind was ready to learn — always. George Forster traveled on Captain Cook’s second expedition, sailing through the Atlantic, across the Indian Ocean, all around Polynesia, and eventually back to England — perilously almost getting down to Antarctica in the process. George was ostensibly on the ship as assistant and draftsman to his father, Reinhold. However, George impressed more than his father, particularly through his publications after the voyage. In fact, George’s open-mindedness was all the more impressive because he got none of it from his father, who traveled about (like virtually all Westerners of that day) believing in the inherent inferiority of non-European peoples.

One reason why Forster is more obscure than his “mentee,” von Humboldt (besides the fact that von Humboldt lived / worked about twice as long) is the path of Forster’s life through the latter portion of the book. Forester’s belief in equality wasn’t limited to Pacific Islanders, he stayed true to the notion at home. He, therefore, was a supporter of the French Revolution (though he lost some taste for it in the wake of the guillotine-happy regimes that followed but still believed in the overarching goal of casting off the shackles of royalty.) Because of his support for Revolution, he was deemed a traitor by many European thinkers who had held him in the highest esteem when his support for equality was an academic abstraction (though many of them probably secretly thought him daft for believing that Tahitians [and, for that matter, women] were people, too.) At any rate, his renown plummeted, thus contributing to the fact that he’s not a household name today.

In addition to the thrill of his maritime adventures and the peril of his Revolutionary politics, there is a fair amount of family drama throughout the book. Early on said drama centers on Reinhold, but later it is the wife that cuckolds him, Therese, who takes centerstage.

I found this book highly readable. It’s not your run-of-the-mill biography of an 18th century naturalist. It’s engaging and illuminating, and I’d highly recommend it for Travelers.

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PROMPT: Anywhere

Daily writing prompt
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I could happily live any number of places — e.g. several places in Southeast Asia, the Caucasus (particularly Georgia — though with language concerns,) Taiwan, and South America spring to mind. As long as it’s neither brutally hot / humid most of the time nor Winter more than three months a year (and isn’t pricey,) I can probably learn to love it.

I would point out that if this is a forever and always deal, I’m not in. I don’t want to / plan to live any particular place for the rest of my life.

Nomad [Free Verse]

Photograph taken in the Parsi Temple of Baku, Azerbaijan.
One who doesn't feel 
a lot at home anywhere
Begins to feel a little
at home everywhere.

He sees not strangeness
in strangers --
No more than he sees
in himself.

Any one place is not
greater nor lesser
than anywhere else.

Lands of gold and riches
are as likely devoid of
authenticity - of soul -
as impoverished places
are dripping with it.

Vagabond [Lyric]

Photograph of a statue of a young vagabond taken at Fo Guang Shan [佛光山,] near Kaohsiung, Taiwan.
Each Soul contains its Vagabond 
- Who yearns to travel light & free -
But they load too much baggage on,
Then tether him to a big tree.

PROMPT: Dream Home

Daily writing prompt
Write about your dream home.

Regularly teleports to new and interesting places. Ideally, compact from the outside but comfortable inside. So, I guess a TARDIS would be my dream home.

PROMPT: Cities

Daily writing prompt
What cities do you want to visit?

As many of the ones that aren’t war-torn or underwater as I possibly can.

PROMPT: Favorite Month

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

Northern or Southern hemisphere? Landlocked or coastal? Temperate or Equatorial? I need more information.

Empty Chairs [Free Verse]

I watch the chairs
That watch the ocean,
Wondering whether
Some passerby will take
A seat to admire
The turquoise water
& crashing surf.

No one does.

Tourist and local alike
Spill by in a rush to get
Through paradise to
Somewhere else --
Probably a cruddy
Hotel room or
Unloved job.

Of course, if someone
Did take a seat,
They might be run off
On the grounds that
These are proprietary
Chairs.

[That's just the petty world
In which we live;
Where a business will
Protect its space for
Exclusive use by
Nonexistent customers.]

One might suggest that
It's too hot to sit
And admire the ocean,

But by the time those chairs
Have cooled,
The view will be
Blackness.

On Tourists & Travelers [Free Verse]

A tourist looks back fondly upon 
A favorite destination;
A traveler is always at it.

A tourist loathes travel hiccups;
A traveler calls them stories.

A tourist jumps from one
Postcard vista to the next;
A traveler moves through the world.

A tourist collects knicknacks & geegaws;
A traveler collects experiences.

A tourist, between sights, seeks
A life experience as close to
Their homelife as possible.
A traveler wants a life experience
As close to local as possible.

A tourist has a favorite meal;
A traveler assumes he hasn't
Crossed paths with it yet.

A tourist leaves nothing to chance;
A traveler embraces the spontaneous.

A tourist takes comfort as a main course;
A traveler uses it like a condiment.