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| Life on the road is to life back in the states as:
A) a pterodactyl is to a shrew
B) a culver's butterburger is to a wammyburger
C) the flying spaghetti monster is to intelligent design
D) a rocket launcher is to a squirt gun
E) a ninja is to a pirate
F) all of the above
All of which is to say, travelling is very condusive to leading an
awesome life, with nothing but your wits to protect you from any
impending disaster that may or may not rear its pretty little head.
So anyways, I've been in the midwest since september 1st, and apart
from visiting friends, chatting with professors, and playing ultimate,
I've been sitting around twiddling my thumbs (or reading books, details
details) and getting fat and soft. Which is ironic, since part of
the
reason I left Prudential was because sitting in a cubicle was making me
into a
weakling sorry excuse for a mouthbreather. Muscle atrophy turns
you into an out of shape average joe faster than you'd think.
Since having made nationals with Woodchuck... Chomp (ultimate frisbee
team), I've been training for the big show in Sarasota, Florida.
Flight = tuesday, October 25th. After a week of sacrificing the
body to ultimate, frolicking in the surf, and having one last huzzah,
flight to San Francisco = nov 3rd. I don't think I really realize
the things that are going on to my life until they are upon me.
Oh well, there are worse ways to live life. Until next time, dear
reader.
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On Aug 2, 2005, at 1:35 PM, Jeremy Carr wrote:
Hi all! Between the 26 hour flight home, Eric's wedding, and climbing
Shasta, life continues to be relentlessly busy. In a good way! The
wanderings of the past weeks have been very good to me... I have a
much better idea of what I want out of life, and for some odd reason,
I'm pretty happy these days. But enough of that, where are the
stories? Let's see here, let me reach into my bag of tricks...
http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=e5262tj.qkpjoan&x=1&y=-glj88w
What have we here? A whole lot of pictures? I think so... Whether
you want to climb Kilimanjaro, wander around the backtrails of
Tanzania, go scuba diving, or climb Shasta with me, you can!
Recommending albums to you would be like picking my favorite mexican
food, it's all so good (oh how I lusted for a burrito on my flight
home...) But if you twisted my arm, the sunset from Arrow Glacier
camp in 'Kilimanjaro Days 2/3' blew me away like none other...
In any event, thanks for joining me on a wonderful journey over the
past couple of months. I wholeheartedly want to thank each and every
one of you for the support you lent me while I was on the road,
whether explicit or not. Hopefully San Francisco and the Bay Area
will be as kind to me as Africa was. Please don't hesitate to drop me
a line!
Wishing everyone the best,
Jeremy | | |
| On 7/16/05, Jeremy Carr <jeremy.carr@gmail.com> wrote:
It's a beautiful day in Dar es Salaam- birds chirping, sun shining,
mosquitoes gnawing on my arms... Not to worry though! A dive
instructor passed his wisdom on to me: "I've had malaria three times.
It's not so bad."
Three days of being a harbor bum in Tanga and a near miss later,
(sadly) I was unable to secure passage on a dhow to Pemba. Which is
likely for the best, since the primary reason they gave was that all
the boats were being forced back to harbor because the sea was to
rough. Thus I dug deep in my bag of resourcefulnessness, and took a
circumspect route to Stone Town, where I was able to catch the last
day of the Zanzibar International Film Festival. Although Tom Cruise
and Julia Roberts were unable to fly in (citing "eating dinner" and
"washing my hair" as excuses), East African artists and Kenyan hiphop
stars spiced up the city with some great performances and workshops.
But truth be told, most of the past week was spent on glorious white
sand beaches with different gradients of bright turquoise water,
reaching out to the horizon. And what better place in the world is
there to become a PADI certified open water diver? What a place it
was to learn! The classroom was an amazing variety of textured coral
reef; the schools of fish seemed to have borrowed the entire spectrum
to color themselves (For those who have seen Finding Nemo- I really
felt like I was swimming through Nemo's home). Hopefully the cheap
disposal camera pictures will do it justice!
The majesty of the sea was matched by that of the local village. I
got to realize a lifelong dream I didn't even realize I had: feeding
and swimming with sea turtles! There's something about em... so
amazingly floppy and adorable. And the sound they make as they chomp
down some seaweed. Though I didn't appreciate it when a sea turtle
bit me. Twice. Aren't they supposed to be herbivores or something?
Walking along the beach next to the village, my ears spied drumming in
the distance. Investigating further (because that's what I do), I
stumbled across a dozen kids banging on broken plastic piping (with
rice bags tied around the open end) and busted sand buckets. But
regardless of their supplies, they were a dang good drumming circle.
So what could I do but join in the dancing? After a bit, they took me
down the road (a posse of now two dozen kids and Jeremy) to the older
kids, who had bigger drums, where our instruments doubled and our
musicians/dancers quadrupled in number. Dancing your heart out with
eight year old kids who don't know anything other than being happy and
smiling... You just can't teach that experience :)
Ok this is too long. Sorry if you're bored. Until next time my friends,
Jeremy | | |
| Well all, the unprecedented back to back spammage. For your enjoyment.
What happens if you don't pay that extra $4 to take a big ol safebus?
Well, I'll tell you. It's something like riding on a yellow bus with
3 people in each seat (6 in a row) and wall to wall people in the
aisle. No, strike that. It's like riding the city bus during rush
hour, with everything that entails. For 9 hours. The worst part- No,
not the cramps in your legs and gluteus maximus from sitting in the
same, uncushioned seat for an ungodly amount of time. No, not the guy
sitting next to you that somehow convinced a random girl that sitting
in his lap (and half of mine) was a good idea (for 5 hours). No, not
the helpless feeling you get as the bus screams around cliff corners
at 90kph, and all you can see is the backs of the 45 people lined up
in the aisle bouncing around. No my friends, the worst part is
KNOWING that you won't be able to go to the bathroom for 9 hours, and
consequently not drinking any water all day while eating biscuits,
popcorn, and samosas and anything else you can get your hands on to
keep your strength up.
But why sweat the small stuff? Let's focus on what's important. Like
the happy feeling I got when I bought I bag of 45 oranges for 500
shillings (a little under 43 cents) from a local farmer on the side of
the road, after buying oranges nonstop for 50 shillings in town (ok
fine. it's the little victories that count for me. so sue me.) Or
the fact that against all odds, Italy just got upstaged for having the
best food on the planet by dark horse city Tanga, on the Indian Ocean
coast (in a hole in the wall place named Octopus Exotica Fast Food.
The lights were out and they had to fetch a candle for me. But dang
was masala king fish the best thing I've ever eaten!) Or that
although "scuba diving in zanzibar" sounds like (and will be) the best
thing ever, the real adventure lies in finding and chartering a
commercial dhow to carry me across the 65km of rough Indian Ocean to
Pemba Island. Without capsizing. Anticipation is everything. Life
is fun.
making it epic
Jeremy
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