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Welcome 2014!

Summer 2011 123Summer 2011 123JanuarySummer 2011 123 is almost upon us and one less day of winter. Busy planning the next trip to paradise, I yearn for white sand this winter and a hut on the hill, an ocean view, fresh coconut juice and papaya, fish and rice, how nice!

We’re building a typhoon resistant pentagon shaped home this time out of concrete and steel, one that is hard to knock down and will stand for a century, or more… I expect my children’s children will be born in that house and we will build it to last!

I’ll hang my hammock and plant my garden, grow my roots and plan my day around the rising sun and tides, the fishing boats and afternoon showers. It will allow me to tune into my inner voice, my creative flow will manifest unfettered by the noise and jabber of so called civilization.


One Hundred Hell’s in Nagoya and the Hawaiian Red Eye


It’s never been easy to fly home from the Philippines. As an airline employee, I travel on a standby basis, and that particular part of the world is very limited in flight options for a non revenue traveler. A warning to any buddy pass riders out there who have ideas of an easy flight to Asia!

There are only two flights per day leaving Manila for Japan and the U.S. with my airline. One goes through Narita Airport in Tokyo and handles the majority of passengers to the U.S. who split off to there individual cities from Tokyo. So that flight is always packed coming back, it’s like having four flights worth of passengers combined on to one plane.

The other option is Manila to Nagoya, Japan. That flight is an option because it doesn’t splinter off in Nagoya. All the passengers from Manila are either getting off in Japan, or going on through to Detroit. The problem with that flight is that its relatively easy to get to Nagoya, but from there the plane can fill up with travelers boarding to the U.S.  If you happen to be bumped off the plane like I was last week, you are pretty much screwed for the rest of the day, the only other option being the Honolulu flight that leaves later in the evening. That where my story begins.

Sure enough, I was one seat shy of getting on the Nagoya / Detroit connection and my only option was to wait the nine hours and catch the Honolulu flight. Normally, that’s not so bad, as you arrive early enough and leave late enough that you can find some fun things to do on the island. This trip I was hell bent on getting home. I was feeling like a cold or flu was coming on, and the worst torture was the constant playing of the same six Christmas songs over the Nagoya Airport intercom. This loop went on for the nine hour delay I experienced while I waited to board the Honolulu flight.

I don’t want to come across like a Scrooge, but nine hours of the same six Christmas songs is enough to drive a healthy person banana’s, much less a sick airline employee flying standby who missed his flight by one seat and thus added another 20 hours or more to his trip home. Elevator music would have been like a symphony to me, because when you hear a Christmas song, it tends to get stuck in your head!

So I made it through to my flight to Honolulu, and even got a business class seat in the process! Once in Hawaii, I started to feel the effect of a viscous Asian flu or Rhino virus, that felt like being the recipient  of a ground and pound attack by a three hundred pound islander. Suffering in silence, I tried to occupy my time the best I could by sitting in the Japanese Garden or just walking around, while waiting to see if I could get on the next available flight to the mainland.

Luck of lucks, I managed to get the last seat available on the Atlanta “Red Eye!” That’s the flight that leaves at five pm and arrives in Atlanta the morning of the next day. The seat was the coveted middle seat, farthest back row, in front of the biffy. I was trapped between a large sleeping hombre and an irritated women who had a bladder of steel. I had the major nose drainage, coughs and sneezes by then, all I could do was cover my face with the little red blanket the airline provided and try not to drink anything, so I wouldn’t bother my fellow passengers on either side by having to use the rest room.

Needless to say, that took the cake for the most uncomfortable flight ever, trapped and squeezed, sick as a frog, and over fifty hours of travel time from start to finish. The one good thing was that I made it home eventually, and got three sick days off work to recover. The nature of the bug that bit me was such that it took a full month to get over, even with antibiotics, killer cough syrup and nasal spray. I was a hurting puppy for a full month after I returned home and went back to work.

Work was no reprieve, as we had one of the worst holiday storms ever, canceling flights and causing a backlog that took a full two weeks to recover from. The things I go through for love and adventure!

We survived another election!

Happily and God willing, by the time the next presidential election rolls around I’ll be kicking my feet in the sand and sipping on a coconut. I’ll be retired from the rat race and insanity of television, mail and phone calls, and from the political “Pandora’s Box” that we all had to bear witness to the past two years. My days will consist of sunrise and sunset, white beaches, scuba diving and eating fresh fruit, fish, and home grown vegetables and laughing a lot!

I’ll be far removed from the constant blare of technology and the media, content with my afternoon nap in the hammock between my two favorite coconut trees. I’ll make a special effort to avoid the buzz of worldly events and embrace nature and the sound of waves crashing against the rocky cliffs down at the oceans edge!

Why remove myself from the hive of worldly human activity? Why hang up my pistols and pick up a fishing pole? This years elections have broken my faith in government and politics. It will only get worse, with world chaos and calamity to look forward too, not to mention the next great conspiracy. There’s a new one every week!

There were no winners in this years elections, like two crappy football teams playing for a tie, the fans got chumped big time! A big problem is that the fan’s didn’t even know it. If I never see another Fox News report or hear the sickening voice of “Rush to Limbo” on the radio, it will be too soon!

Who can honestly say that we will be better off 4 years from now? Perhaps people will finally tire of the failed two party system and be ready to go another direction. By then we may be mired in such mud pit that it will take a total collapse to shake people out of their hypnosis. At least we’ll have had enough abuse that the radical viewpoints of such visionaries as Dr. Ron Paul will finally begin to make sense to most of us.

Main stream media has done a fine job of creating a tabloid culture who cares more about peoples personal sex lives and religious affiliations than than the destruction of civilization as we know it.  I know I’ve had enough, have you?

You take the blue pill, the story ends, you will wake up in your bed and believe what you want to believe. You take the red pill, you will stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.





Scuba divers hideaway paradise!

Just returned to uncivil-my-nation from paradise island. The political stew is burning on the stove, really stinking up the place. It seems hopeless here, everything is spinning out of whack. You can’t avoid the constant bantering on the news about this candidate or that one.  It’s a no-win shituation regardless who takes the helm, the world is in a world of trouble.

It was only a week ago I was enjoying tropical paradise with family in Sabang, Puerto Galera, Philippines. Isolated from the news and world events, we relaxed and rested at a little known divers town where the world stands still. The main decisions of the day are fish or chicken and if the water is clear or a bit off from the recent rains, and where are we going to dive today? With dozens of pristine dive locations within minutes of the resort, it can be a difficult decision to make!

Getting there is not so easy, you fly into Manila Madness, take a bus to the port and a hour and a half ferry ride to Sabang. We faced huge waves and sea sickness to get there, but it was worth every bump, crash and roller wave! My wife might tell you different..

Where else can you get a room by the pool for twelve dollars a night? Everything we needed within walking distance, we had all the time for ourselves, no hurry or bother, just chilling on the beach! We stayed at the “Big Apple,” where rooms are nice, service is sweet and they don’t charge rental fees on dive gear.

The town is built into the hillside, like a European Villa, you walk from shop to shop on narrow ally ways, barely wide enough for two people. Restaurants are everywhere and offer everything from pizza to steak to dried fish and rice. You could rent an apartment for a month and cook your own for pesos a day. The party lasts all night long!

A divers mecca, but not as busy as some dive areas. You can dive all day long and not see another fin. There are so many incredible dive sites it keeps everyone spread out.  The variety of reef and marine life is beyond words, you’ll just have to experience it for yourself!

I could stay there forever, but the world calls me back into the insanity of politics, work, greed and technology. At least for a few more years, when I can let go of the rat race and live with my family for the sunrise and set, fresh fruit and fish, daily dives, the reef and coconut palms. When I transcend this earthly plane please bury me in the deep blue sea!


Heavy Baggage

Being an avid traveler, I pride myself in being able to pack everything I need for a 2 week vacation on the other side of the planet in one small carry-on duffel bag and day pack. I can pack these as heavy as possible, because they don’t weigh or charge for carry on bags, as long as they fit in the overhead bins or under the seat. I sometimes have to gate check a bag, which is basically a free bag that is taken at the jet bridge and is returned as I leave the plane. I don’t pay extra for baggage, because I learned how to travel light!

When everyone else is waiting for their huge roller bags to come down the carousel, I go straight to the customs line and through security in a few minutes, while others are waiting for 30 minutes or more to clear, because they have all the heavy baggage to deal with. People actually pay dearly to have the privilege of toting 50 to 100 pounds of stuff with them everywhere they go. Amazing!

I wonder if people really use all that stuff they are packing around, or if it gives them a sense of safety or comfort?

Perhaps its a metaphor for life in general. “The more crap you carry with you in life, the further behind you will be in getting to your destination.”

Something to ponder…

Time waits for NO ONE!

Another summer has come and gone and the beautiful Fall season is upon us! It was hot and dry this year, 70 plus days of triple digit temperatures here in the Midwest, and little rain to cool things off. I welcome Fall with open arms! Winter? Now that’s another story…

It was busy too, too busy to do much other then work towards my goal of early retirement on some tropical paradise island. To that end we made real progress, having purchased an ocean view property, (paid for) and built a home that will serve us until our dream house is finished!

Between working extra hours and traveling to and from, I put aside the blogging and internet activities. Now that things are slowing down a bit, I’ll take up my keyboard and contribute my thoughts on life, love, prosperity and abundance. I do it more for a record of my life to leave for my children and family. Anyone else who happens across it and wants to add to, comment, approve, share or bash is welcome! It was nice to get off my chair and just work and talk to real people, belly to belly as they say!

Now that I’m back in business, I’m tuning into what I feel is the most prevalent issue  in living Freedom. Sure, most people want to be free, but when the time comes to decide and take action, the comfort and certainty of not doing so stops them before they ever get started. I’m convinced, there are very few people in the world who have what it takes to be Free. It’s sad but true.

They let hours, days, months and years pass by, only to look back later in life, professional wishers. They never had the courage to move forward or they got a start, had a hope, but quit before finding their acres of diamonds! What took me years to realize, and believe me, I have almost quit, more than once, is the secret to success and prosperity, living the dream, is to sort through the 9 out of 10 people quickly. Put precious time and effort into those who move quickly, those who have a powerful dream and aren’t ashamed to tell you what it is!

The others are just spinning their wheels in the mud, and you will get splattered and dirty if you don’t step aside. They will have to come to terms or not, and there’s nothing you can do or say to them that will make a bit of difference. The magic is inside of them, if and when they decide to believe they too can be Free to live their Dreams! No-thing is impossible in that place…

One less day

February is almost upon us and one less day of winter. Busy planning the next trip to paradise, I yearn for white warm sand this winter! A hut on the hill, an ocean view, fresh buko and papaya, fish and rice, how nice!

Building a typhoon / quake resistant pentagon shaped home this time out of concrete and steel, one that is hard to knock down and will stand for a century, or more… I expect my children’s children will be born in that house and we will build it to last!

Here I’ll hang my hammock and plant my garden, grow my roots and plan my day around the rising and falling sun and tides, the fishing boats and afternoon showers. It will allow me to tune into my inner voice, my creative flow will manifest unfettered by the noise and jabber of so called civilization.

My five year plan will bring me to this place, the seasons will come and go and soon enough I’ll be there.  My family grows with me!


On On to the “The City of Lions”

Life on the Run

My first trip to Asia was December of 1985. I was one of the fortunate few, called to join a crew on a  3 month survey working the volcanic highlands of Java, Indonesia. My heart pounded with the opportunity to break on through and soak in the magic there.  We were a of grown up kids tuned and ready for a journey!

The adventure started with a flight to L.A. and on to Honolulu. From there we took the long flight to Tokyo and then on to Singapore. I highly recommend flying business class with Singapore Airlines, the very best food and service I’ve ever experienced.

We had a few days to shop and play in the “City of Lions.”  To me, Singapore is a Pearl of Cities! So clean and prosperous, a blend of cultures, sights and sounds. We experimented with the local cuisine, “Was that chicken or monkey?” Ignorance was bliss when it came to eating out in Southeast Asia!

The highlight of my visit to Singapore was being invited to participate in a race created by who knows who, and run by a gang of Ex-Pat’s and locals. The race was called “Hash House Harriers.”  We were young and reckless, fit and ready!

A designated runner goes ahead and leaves a trail of peanut shells, doubling back and making false trails, it’s a race of luck and strategy and the fastest runner usually doesn’t win. I remember trying to swim a reservoir “shortcut” and almost drowning in my tennis shoes!  We ran well, coming in with the first batch of runners. At the finish we joined the bunch of them in a beer bash and bar songs.  It’s a great sport, one that has spread to many cities around the world!

From dancing dragons in the streets, to dirt cheap electronics and tennis shoes, Singapore has it all. We had a taste, then continued our journey to Java. On to Jakarta, ON ON!