6Billion others...

We share this planet, with 6 billion others.
We eat and drink, fart and stink, just like 6 billion others.
We cry and we die, we live and we get by, like 6 million others.

We enter this world with nothing, we leave this world with nothing, just like the 6 billion others.
What we do on this planet, what we say on this planet, how we act on this planet, effects 6 billion others.


If we think before we act, if we speak before we retract, maybe then, there is hope for the 6 billion others.
Sadly at this pace, this so called civilised rat race, there is no room for 6 billion others.

How can we sustain, how can we refrain from hurting 6 billion others.
Compassion alone will not do, nor will pessimism on the other shoe.
We share this world with 6 billion others.


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Check out this amazing piece of work from Yann Arthus-Bertrand, the creator of the movie "Home"

It brings those 6 Billion others a whole lot closer

Paz

Travel with your eyes open...

As we travel through other cultures, other worlds, other peoples lives, we become a part of them. Whether we choose to embrace it or let those cultures, worlds and peoples lives pass by us, we undoubtably have the power to influence them in one way or another.

Whilst we cannot and should not impose our values and morals on other people, much the same way government foreign policy attempts miserably to dictate what others should and shall not do, we still must RESPECT, LEARN and UNDERSTAND as we travel the road of life.

Backpacking takes you to corners of the world where basic human rights are trampled on a daily basis. Where human dignity is drowned out in a cloak of silence and suppression. Each individual human being knows what is a basic human right is. Upholding, or at least standing up for these is often the hardest part when your in another culture, another world, far from the one you grew up in. But if we strive to be the change we wish to see in this world, then action must be taken, voices must be heard, human rights must be upheld and respected.

Amnesty International are a pillar of strength, a beacon of hope, a light of inspiration for those voices around this world that often go unheard.



When you travel, open your eyes to injustices just as much as you open your eyes to tourist attractions. Becoming aware is the first step in creating a better, more just world. Travel is the forum. And you count your lucky stars that your even able to exercise that freedom....

Backpacker Tips from the last decade

2010. Twenty Ten. The beginning of a new decade. What happened in the last one?! It doesnt seem that long ago I was in school. The most profound memories i cherish from the last decade is undoubtably those from my travels.

I want to share a few things i have learnt from the last decade of backpacking travel.

• Meet as many people as you can

• Vomit loudly and proudly and whenever necessary. You always feel better after it.

• Never be afraid to disrupt plans and go with the wind.



• Always lie to cops

• Never take laxatives and sleeping pills together

• Have faith in people, put your faith in people.

• Smile at strangers.

• Never rustle plastic bags in a hostel dormitory early in the morning.

• Laugh at yourself, life, and everything around you. People take life too seriously.

• Travel with an open hand, open heart and open mind.

Its so cliche, but so true - Life is short, make the most of it. If this decade flies past like the last i can only vouch for its realism and startling honesty. Remember that you have only one life to live as far as we know. Be whoever and whatever you’d like to be. Pursue your passions and your dreams. Life is too short to wonder, what if....



Its been 10 years since this song graced the airwaves. Always refreshing.

Happy new year everyone. Bring on 2010.

Eco Warriors walk, Flashpackers fly - Copenhagen and travel

Copenhagen and what it means to you - the air traveler, the backpacker, the flashpacker, the mile high club tourist, whatever ticks your box. Travel is a major contributor to the excessive units of carbon that are released into the worlds atmosphere. A major part of the environmental time bomb in our hands.

As backpackers crunching up controversial carbon as we cross countries, are we part of the problem or part of the solution??



Backpacking has always been part of a larger, much more collective community of like minded people. Now the world faces unprecedented challenges, with rising sea levels, melting polar caps, soaring temperatures, irregular and extreme weather conditions, a disintegrating ozone protection and the extermination and elimination of some of the earths most precious natural resources. The worlds community must come together. They have. Copenhagen, coined the worlds most important environmental action awareness meeting ever.

The world leaders have come and gone. Resembling a parade of non confrontational appearances, acknowledging each country has a role to play, acknowledging that the earth and its 6 billion inhabitants face an environmental catastrophe.
Humans, only 200,000 years old, living on a 4 billion year old earth, have conquered this world, exploited it, sustainably abused it. In just 50 years, our earth has been more radically changed, than all previous generations of humanity.



We are all responsible, but are some more responsible for these factors than others? This was the cry from some of world's least developed countries, and a fair enough one I believe. But its too late for bureaucratic processes of accountability, its time for action. its time to stand up. Are we part of the problem or part of the solution?

Will flashpackers now think twice before taking that domestic flight to save a few hours? Hopefully travellers at the very least will attempt to offset their carbon footprint.



And so Copenhagen comes and goes. There has been a deal reached. A flimsy framework has been floated. World leaders from the 5 major seats on the UN security council are hailing it a success. The developing countries and countries most at risk from immediate global warming repercussions are not so enthused. Understandably.

It is non binding, there are no numbers or dates, it sets no target or timescale for curbing greenhouse emissions. It is what it is. A political catwalk with a lot of talk and little action.

Its too late to be a pessimist. Eco warriors keep fighting the good fight. Backpackers, travel with a collective conscious. Politicians stop talking. Leaders, start acting.

No matter where you go in life....

Playing for Change.

Life presents us all with various confrontations, problems to overcome and situations to deal with. When you take everything in life away from around you, your left with one thing, people. People are the one true inspiration in this world, the only thing you really need in times of hardship is someone to stand by you.

'No matter who you are, no matter where you go in your life, at some point you gonna need somebody to stand by you'

Inspiration

I want to share with you a couple of my favourite travel quotes of all time that never get boring no matter how many times I read them.


In fact they are a daily burst of inspiration while my feet lay idle. They stir the blood on a cold northern hemispheric winter morning. Whip the emotions up into a mini 'far away' frenzy, sometimes they even take me away for what pensioners would call, 'a special moment'.


I hope that they do the same for you.


"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” ~ Jack Kerouac





“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” ~ Maya Angelou





“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain





“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” ~Mark Jenkins





“Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” ~ Miriam Beard

Part 2 of 2. The Colombian Knee Buckler

It was two hours and thirty minutes into the ride when my hangover really started to kick in. The cumbia music thrashing out in the tinny speakers somehow had eluded my attention thus far, now it was grating my the side of my head. I hadn't taken sleeping pills before on a long distance bus journey, but somehow the next few hours of fatty brmm brmm driving his toy car up and down my leg and this ear piercing music was not going to cut the mustard.

The trump card came in the form of two white pills, small and tablety, knock out nuggets of saviour in this hour of need, several hundred kilometres from Quito in a loud rickety bus with the stifling midday heat creeping up on us all. I reached into my pocket, leaning up on one arse cheek hanging out the aisle and all of a sudden fatty brrm brrm falls through the non existent gap between us and made this a horizontal three seater. I pop him back out as I settle back down, and in one smooth motion, drop the pills in my mouth as I chug on some of my luke warm apple postobon.

'Later gator' I smurk down at El Gordito, catch you on the flip side chunkster. My head must of lay dormant for a period of ten minutes, trying to shut everything off and slip into sleeptopia. I flipped over to look out the window. Cows in the fields were gazing up at the bus roaring past, I tried to think of sheep back in New Zealand, waiting for them to start jumping and take me to those white fluffy clouds and sleeeeep sleeeep sleeep



And the cumbia band played on. It felt like an hour and my pill action had bore no harvest, I was still awake. Fatty brrmm brrmm had been restless as per usual and the cows were still passing in the blurry rush outside the finger marked window. I felt hungry but I felt sick at the thought of food. A wave of nausea sweept over me. Ahh, could this be it I optimistically pondered, I dropped the shutters on my eyelids and lay my head back to rest.

No matter how much you butter it up, there is no way to describe the feeling when a sudden surge of diarrhea grips you.
An inferno roars within you, tears through your innards and shoots down through your intestines at a lighting pace. Your stomach tightens and your sphinixter is overcome with a sudden urge to relax, to release the pressure building up behind it. And its that very urge that you must combat and defeat within the 10 second onslaught of a flush of instantaneous diarehea. If not, kiss your dignity goodbye.

No, this cant be happening, I frantically tried to regather my composure. The young mother and Andreas had looked up at me, I must of lurched, squirmed or maybe even let out a terrified yelp. I was so focussed on keeping the back door locked that I lost any sense of my movements and/or vocals. Wow. What the hell just happened. It took me 1.5 seconds to not only realise the gravity of the situation ahead of me but the cataylist responsible. I had been done. I had slipped down two doses of laxitives.

The joke was on me. My thoughts were climbing over top of one another, I tried to sit up straight, I started to smile, I gripped the aisle hand rail, I took a deep breath. Thats actually quite funny. I bet they are pissing themselves with laughter right now. Oh my god, what a numnuts I am. Oh shit, Here goes, here it comes, its on....

This was going to be the mother of all battles. Fighting off a double drop dossage of laxitives whilst sweating out a hangover with loud music and an uncomfortable and irritating seat partner called El Gordito.

I took my breathing down and tried to scramble some thoughts together for a plan of action. I needed a toilet. Sweat started to gather on my brow. I needed toilet paper. Nah first things first. No amount of Colombian one ply toilet paper is going to mop this badboy up if the dam bursts.

Another surge started to swell within me. The tide started to turn somewhere deep in my tummy. I started thinking, this is it Den, your all over here, its the laxitive express hurling down the tracks hard and fast.....

A million thoughts crossed my mind. Kiss goodbye to all the dignity you have stored away whilst on this trip Denis, in fact, explain to the raging bus driver in your fumbling spanish that his seat is soiled, explain to those around you who are pulling out handkerchiefs fasting than you can scramble your words together. Look the young mother and Andreas in the eye and say sorry, i shat myself.

And it burned, burned burned....that ring of fire... that ring of fire.....