This document provides a summary of the author's experience bicycling from northern Argentina to Ushuaia, the southernmost city in the world, over the course of several months. The author describes meeting many other travelers ("moving men") along the way who were also bicycling or motorcycling long distances. These encounters provided opportunities for sharing stories and advice. Through challenges like harsh weather and difficult terrain, the author found encouragement in the camaraderie of other travelers and in poetry. The trip culminated in reuniting with many of the people he had met earlier in the journey.
The Great South West Tour was a 4-day scooter camping trip organized by the Paradise Lost Scooter Club. 30 members rode over 1200km through the scenic southwestern regions of Western Australia, including Margaret River, the Great Southern Forests, and the rugged south coast. The trip got off to a rough start with some early breakdowns, but riders worked together to solve issues and continue on. They camped each night, enjoying scenic stops, meals together, and bonding over their shared passion for scootering. Though not without some additional mechanical hiccups along the way, the group successfully completed the tour, taking in beautiful countryside and fellowship on two wheels.
The author reminisces about hunting with his father from a young age. His father introduced him to duck hunting on an island in the Illinois River that became their special place. Though his father passed away suddenly before duck season, the memories of their hunting experiences together stayed with the author and inspired him to continue hunting into adulthood. He hopes to one day hunt at the island again to feel closer to his father.
The Old Man and the Sea tells the story of Santiago, an aging Cuban fisherman on an epic struggle to catch a giant marlin. Over the course of three days, Santiago endures exhaustion, hunger, thirst, and a relentless attack from sharks as he tries to bring the marlin back to shore. Though the sharks destroy most of the fish, Santiago is able to return with the head and skeleton, having proven his skill and endured a noble struggle. His perseverance through hardship earns him respect from the young boy Manolin and shows that a man can be destroyed but never defeated.
The document summarizes the author's hunting trips in Montana over multiple years with friends Mark and Bill. Some key details:
- The author hunted with Mark and Bill in Montana in 2012 and had success harvesting mule deer. They returned in 2014 with Mark tagging a mule deer.
- In 2014, the author also traveled further west to hunt elk with an outfitter called Absaroka-Beartooth Outfitters, due to physical limitations from surgery.
- Hunting with the outfitter, the author learned about elk behavior in cold weather and the effects of wolves on game. He was successful in harvesting his first elk on the fourth day of the guided hunt.
SYNOPSIS: MORE THAN 50 SHADES.
Author: JAMES KRISHNA.
The story unfolds in Fiji in 1944 on the arrival of the American military—who were there to protect the islands from the Japanese if there was an invasion.
James describes that day vividly, his friendship with the Americans that follow and the day he was taken away by Catholic Missionaries, baptized and educated towards priesthood.
Brought up by nuns, the boy robs the church of communion wafers and wine as well as a few shillings of the collection plate—to satisfy his constant hunger.
Later, another kind of hunger arises as the teenager falls in love with a young and beautiful white Australian orphan.
The passion that follow between the two teenagers gives him a tantalizing taste of lust for sex. He continues his quest for sexual discovery with a number of convent school girls—fast switching from student to teacher.
At an early age of seventeen James is lured by money to get him out of poverty and on his way to England to fulfill his life long ambition. He enters the boxing ring as a prize-fighter and some how manages to leave Fiji.
On his way he travels to Tonga, Samoa, Tahiti, and New Zealand, demonstrating his inexhaustible energy in an out of bed with world wind affairs and orgies with beautiful native women—where his imagination and lust run wild. Here he indulges into the wildest fantasies, which is explained in tasteful—yet explicit detail.
From New Zealand he embarks on a veritable ‘love boat’ type of a cruise on a passage to England. On board this luxurious ship he meets some high-spirited teenage Dutch girls—with liberal ideas of teenage sex.
Whatever takes place between the liberal minded girls from Rotterdam on the high seas, has to be left to the reader’s own imagination.
After a five weeks journey on a floating paradise James finally arrives in England at the height of ‘make love and not war’ sixties flower power era. What could be more fitting; he finds employment in Liverpool and frequents the ‘Cavern Club’ where he meets John, Paul. George and Pete Best, the first drummer of the up and coming rock band the Beatles.
Here young James is in his elements. His Hindu guru like features is embraced by the flower children and the free love if the sixties has begun.
What India Wants to Know- India Quiz Finals hosted by Saswata Acharya, Shamsuddin Haider and Arijit Mondal in GOVB fest 2.0 at Presidency University, Kolkata
Piers and Joan Hayes have had a life full of adventure together. They met decades ago in an elevator in South Africa and began sailing adventures together. With their three young children in tow, they sailed from South Africa to North America over the course of four years, living aboard their boat. They eventually settled on Bowen Island and took over running the local cafe, The Snug, where they have found new excitement and community. The couple's travels taught them about the kindness of strangers and strengthened their faith in humanity.
Chris Lally and Danny Beech were awarded scholarships totaling £11,000 to attempt to set the world record for cycling the length of the Pan-American Highway from Alaska to Argentina. Over 4 months, they trained and prepared for the 14,000 mile journey through 14 countries. They began their journey on July 28th in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska. Along the way, they received crucial support from the University of St Andrews alumni network who provided resupply packages and places to stay. However, illness slowed their progress and they ultimately missed breaking the record by 5.5 days, completing the journey in an still impressive time.
The Great South West Tour was a 4-day scooter camping trip organized by the Paradise Lost Scooter Club. 30 members rode over 1200km through the scenic southwestern regions of Western Australia, including Margaret River, the Great Southern Forests, and the rugged south coast. The trip got off to a rough start with some early breakdowns, but riders worked together to solve issues and continue on. They camped each night, enjoying scenic stops, meals together, and bonding over their shared passion for scootering. Though not without some additional mechanical hiccups along the way, the group successfully completed the tour, taking in beautiful countryside and fellowship on two wheels.
The author reminisces about hunting with his father from a young age. His father introduced him to duck hunting on an island in the Illinois River that became their special place. Though his father passed away suddenly before duck season, the memories of their hunting experiences together stayed with the author and inspired him to continue hunting into adulthood. He hopes to one day hunt at the island again to feel closer to his father.
The Old Man and the Sea tells the story of Santiago, an aging Cuban fisherman on an epic struggle to catch a giant marlin. Over the course of three days, Santiago endures exhaustion, hunger, thirst, and a relentless attack from sharks as he tries to bring the marlin back to shore. Though the sharks destroy most of the fish, Santiago is able to return with the head and skeleton, having proven his skill and endured a noble struggle. His perseverance through hardship earns him respect from the young boy Manolin and shows that a man can be destroyed but never defeated.
The document summarizes the author's hunting trips in Montana over multiple years with friends Mark and Bill. Some key details:
- The author hunted with Mark and Bill in Montana in 2012 and had success harvesting mule deer. They returned in 2014 with Mark tagging a mule deer.
- In 2014, the author also traveled further west to hunt elk with an outfitter called Absaroka-Beartooth Outfitters, due to physical limitations from surgery.
- Hunting with the outfitter, the author learned about elk behavior in cold weather and the effects of wolves on game. He was successful in harvesting his first elk on the fourth day of the guided hunt.
SYNOPSIS: MORE THAN 50 SHADES.
Author: JAMES KRISHNA.
The story unfolds in Fiji in 1944 on the arrival of the American military—who were there to protect the islands from the Japanese if there was an invasion.
James describes that day vividly, his friendship with the Americans that follow and the day he was taken away by Catholic Missionaries, baptized and educated towards priesthood.
Brought up by nuns, the boy robs the church of communion wafers and wine as well as a few shillings of the collection plate—to satisfy his constant hunger.
Later, another kind of hunger arises as the teenager falls in love with a young and beautiful white Australian orphan.
The passion that follow between the two teenagers gives him a tantalizing taste of lust for sex. He continues his quest for sexual discovery with a number of convent school girls—fast switching from student to teacher.
At an early age of seventeen James is lured by money to get him out of poverty and on his way to England to fulfill his life long ambition. He enters the boxing ring as a prize-fighter and some how manages to leave Fiji.
On his way he travels to Tonga, Samoa, Tahiti, and New Zealand, demonstrating his inexhaustible energy in an out of bed with world wind affairs and orgies with beautiful native women—where his imagination and lust run wild. Here he indulges into the wildest fantasies, which is explained in tasteful—yet explicit detail.
From New Zealand he embarks on a veritable ‘love boat’ type of a cruise on a passage to England. On board this luxurious ship he meets some high-spirited teenage Dutch girls—with liberal ideas of teenage sex.
Whatever takes place between the liberal minded girls from Rotterdam on the high seas, has to be left to the reader’s own imagination.
After a five weeks journey on a floating paradise James finally arrives in England at the height of ‘make love and not war’ sixties flower power era. What could be more fitting; he finds employment in Liverpool and frequents the ‘Cavern Club’ where he meets John, Paul. George and Pete Best, the first drummer of the up and coming rock band the Beatles.
Here young James is in his elements. His Hindu guru like features is embraced by the flower children and the free love if the sixties has begun.
What India Wants to Know- India Quiz Finals hosted by Saswata Acharya, Shamsuddin Haider and Arijit Mondal in GOVB fest 2.0 at Presidency University, Kolkata
Piers and Joan Hayes have had a life full of adventure together. They met decades ago in an elevator in South Africa and began sailing adventures together. With their three young children in tow, they sailed from South Africa to North America over the course of four years, living aboard their boat. They eventually settled on Bowen Island and took over running the local cafe, The Snug, where they have found new excitement and community. The couple's travels taught them about the kindness of strangers and strengthened their faith in humanity.
Chris Lally and Danny Beech were awarded scholarships totaling £11,000 to attempt to set the world record for cycling the length of the Pan-American Highway from Alaska to Argentina. Over 4 months, they trained and prepared for the 14,000 mile journey through 14 countries. They began their journey on July 28th in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska. Along the way, they received crucial support from the University of St Andrews alumni network who provided resupply packages and places to stay. However, illness slowed their progress and they ultimately missed breaking the record by 5.5 days, completing the journey in an still impressive time.
Ernest Hemingway was an American author born in 1899 who is considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century. Some of his most famous works include The Sun Also Rises, For Whom the Bell Tolls, and The Old Man and the Sea. The Old Man and the Sea follows an aging Cuban fisherman named Santiago over the course of three days as he struggles to catch a giant marlin and return to shore. Though he succeeds in catching the enormous fish, sharks devour it during his journey home, leaving him with only the skeleton. The story examines themes of perseverance, mortality, and man's relationship with the natural world.
This document is a reflective essay by Sarah Causillas about her childhood memories of visiting First Encounter Beach on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. She recalls family trips to the beach in the late 1990s, describing the long drive, her mother's stories about spending summers there as a child, and hunting for razor clams at low tide despite the risk of injury. As an 18-year-old returning to the beach, she finds that she no longer enjoys the same carefree activities and has lost some of her childhood enthusiasm for the place. She hopes to inspire that sense of wonder in her own children someday.
The document is an anthology featuring creative writing from young people in Ghana, showcasing stories, poems, and interviews that provide glimpses into Ghanaian culture, such as festivals, rituals, and the interconnected lives of communities. The diverse perspectives in the anthology demonstrate the students' pride in their culture while finding unity in their differences. It aims to impart an appreciation of Ghana's rich cultural traditions through the talents of its young writers.
The document summarizes the history and creation of Tinkertown museum in 3 sentences:
The author was inspired by visiting Knott's Berry Farm as a child and began making miniature western towns, leading to the creation of Tinkertown museum in New Mexico. He worked as a carnival painter to fund the museum's growth. Over decades, the author and his wives expanded Tinkertown museum, building it with bottles and other found objects on their property in the Sandia Mountains.
http://www.gloucestercounty-va.com Pirates and pirate stories. Americans and the world have been thrilled by stories of pirates for centuries now. COme see why.
This document analyzes the symbolism in Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea". It discusses how Hemingway uses various symbols like the old man Santiago, the sea, the lions, the marlin, and other objects to represent deeper meanings. The old man represents the human struggle against nature and losing youth. The marlin symbolizes strength and perseverance. The sea represents the vast, challenging universe. Other symbols like the skiff, harpoon and Menolin are also analyzed for their symbolic significance in the story.
This document provides an analysis of symbolism in Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea". It examines various symbols used in the story, including the sea representing isolation, the marlin representing Santiago's ultimate opponent, sharks representing destructive forces, Joe DiMaggio symbolizing the human spirit, lions representing virility, the mast symbolizing the cross, Manolin representing hope, and the lost harpoon representing the loss of faith. The document was written by Parmar Dipali K. for a class on American literature at the M.K.B.U. Department of English.
Two 10-year-old best friends, Sage from New Zealand and Kyrie from the US and Canada, went on a vacation to the Bahamas. While flying there, they spotted a strange light in the ocean. When they arrived at Kyrie's private island, they discovered they could breathe underwater and found an underwater resort at the location of the light. They stayed there after a boat trip with a local driver, Sam, was cut short by a storm. Their boat capsized and Sam went missing, though they later found him safe on shore. Sage and Kyrie had an adventure they would never forget.
Jennifer Gurney has followed in the footsteps of her stepfather Harry deLeyer by giving second careers to horses and contributing to the American Thoroughbred as a show horse. She spent 24 years training racehorses but has now returned to the hunter/jumper rings where she started. One of her first horses was a racehorse named Jerry that couldn't race but did well as a show horse, allowing her to build a new barn. Now at her farm in East Syracuse called Green Acres, she continues deLeyer's legacy of believing in horses and their potential.
Two 10-year-old best friends, Sage from New Zealand and Kyrie from the US and Canada, went on a trip to the Bahamas. While on the flight, they spotted an unusual light in the ocean. They later discovered it was an underwater resort where they stayed. During a boat trip that was cut short by a storm, their boat capsized and the boat driver, Sam, went missing. Sage and Kyrie struggled to flip the boat back and return to shore, feeling guilty about Sam. Though a search was started, Sam later emerged safely, having survived the ordeal. Sage and Kyrie were relieved before returning home with an unforgettable adventure.
The document provides a detailed summary and analysis of Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea". It outlines the plot, characters including Santiago and Manolin, themes of struggle and endurance, symbols such as the sea and sharks, and Hemingway's style. The summary emphasizes that while Santiago loses his great catch to the sharks, he emerges as a hero through his courage and refusal to surrender to difficult circumstances.
In 3 sentences or less:
Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his iconic "I Have a Dream" speech at the March on Washington in 1963. He called for an end to racial injustice and inequality, and expressed his dream that one day Black and white children would be able to join hands as brothers and sisters in a nation where people are judged by the content of their character rather than the color of their skin. King's powerful speech called for freedom and justice for all and helped advance the civil rights movement.
In 3 sentences or less:
Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his iconic "I Have a Dream" speech at the March on Washington in 1963. He called for an end to racial injustice and inequality, and expressed his dream that one day Black and white children would be able to join hands as brothers and sisters in a nation where people are judged by the content of their character rather than the color of their skin. King's powerful speech called for freedom and justice for all and helped advance the civil rights movement.
Martin Luther King Jr. delivers his iconic "I Have a Dream" speech at the March on Washington. He discusses the injustice and inequality still facing African Americans 100 years after the Emancipation Proclamation. King envisions a future where people will be judged "by the content of their character" rather than the color of their skin and calls for freedom and justice for all.
Yet more from the Deserted Village (Part 2 of 3)Lee Manchester
This document is from Henry Smith Huntington's 1853 diary of his trip to the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. It provides a detailed account of his journey, including descriptions of the scenery and places he visited each day such as Cheney's farm, Indian Pass, Colden Lake, and Newcomb Lake. He describes the terrain, wildlife spotted, meals eaten, and recreational activities such as fishing and hunting. The diary conveys Huntington's appreciation and awe for the natural beauty of the Adirondack region.
David lived with his mother as a shepherd until learning he had a twin brother who was given to the king and queen. Years later, after his brother died, David was recruited to pose as his brother to slay a dragon. He succeeded and was forced to marry Midas' daughter. David fell in love with Snow White during an encounter where she stole his mother's ring. They parted ways but David's feelings remained strong, jeopardizing his arranged marriage.
Lydia Allen Rudd, Diary of Westward Travel (1852)May 6 1852 Left.docxSHIVA101531
Lydia Allen Rudd, Diary of Westward Travel (1852)
May 6 1852 Left the Missouri river for our long journey across the
wild uncultivated plains and unhabitated except by the red man. As we left the
river bottom and ascended the bluffs the view from them was handsome! In front
of us as far as vision could reach extended the green hills covered with fine
grass. . . . Behind us lay the Missouri with its muddy water hurrying past as
if in great haste to reach some destined point ahead all unheeding the
impatient emigrants on the opposite shore at the ferrying which arrived faster
than they could be conveyed over. About half a miles down the river lay a
steamboat stuck fast on a sandbar. Still farther down lay the busy village of
St. Joseph looking us a good bye and reminding us that we were leaving all
signs of civilised life for the present. But with good courage and not one
sigh of regret I mounted my pony (whose name by the way is Samy) and rode
slowly on. In going some two miles, the scene changed from bright sunshine to
drenching showers of rain this was not quite agreeable for in spite of our
good blankets and intentions otherwise we got some wet. The rain detained us
so that we have not made but ten miles today. . . .
May 7 I found myself this morning with a severe headache from the
effects of yesterday's rain. . . .
There is a toll bridge across this stream kept by the Indians. The toll for
our team in total was six bits. We have had some calls this evening from the
Indians. We gave them something to eat and they left. Some of them [had] on no
shirt only a blanket, whiles others were ornamented in Indian style with their
faces painted in spots and stripes feathers and fur on their heads beeds on
their neck brass rings on their wrists and arms and in their ears armed with
rifles and spears.
May 8 . . . We have come about 12 miles and were obliged to camp in
the open prairie without any wood. Mary and myself collected some dry weeds
and grass and made a little fire and cooked some meat and the last of our
supply of eggs with these and some hard bread with water we made our
supper.
May 9 . . . We passed a new made grave today . . . a man from Ohio
We also met a man that was going back: he had buried his Wife this morning She
died from the effects of measels we have come ten miles today encamped on a
small stream called Vermillion creek Wood and water plenty Their are as many
as fifty waggons on this stream and some thousand head of stock It looks like
a village the tents and waggons extend as much as a mile. . . .
Some are singing some talking and some laughing and the cattle are adding
their mite by shaking their bells and grunt[ing]. Mosquitoes are intruding
their unwelcome presence. Harry says that I must not sit here any longer
writing but go to bed for I will not want to get up early in the morning to
get breakfast.
May 10 I got up thi ...
Answer the following questions, after reading the three documents BE.docxnolanalgernon
Answer the following questions, after reading the three documents BELOW
What motivated settlers to face dangers and hardships to move west?
How important were the cattle industry and mining in fueling westward expansion?
How do these authors' experiences compare to the experiences of most settlers?
Lydia Allen Rudd, Diary of Westward Travel (1852)
May 6 1852
Left the Missouri river for our long journey across the wild uncultivated plains and unhabitated except by the red man. As we left the river bottom and ascended the bluffs the view from them was handsome! In front of us as far as vision could reach extended the green hills covered with fine grass. . . . Behind us lay the Missouri with its muddy water hurrying past as if in great haste to reach some destined point ahead all unheeding the impatient emigrants on the opposite shore at the ferrying which arrived faster than they could be conveyed over. About half a miles down the river lay a steamboat stuck fast on a sandbar. Still farther down lay the busy village of St. Joseph looking us a good bye and reminding us that we were leaving all signs of civilised life for the present. But with good courage and not one sigh of regret I mounted my pony (whose name by the way is Samy) and rode slowly on. In going some two miles, the scene changed from bright sunshine to drenching showers of rain this was not quite agreeable for in spite of our good blankets and intentions otherwise we got some wet. The rain detained us so that we have not made but ten miles today. . . .
May 7
I found myself this morning with a severe headache from the effects of yesterday's rain. . . .
There is a toll bridge across this stream kept by the Indians. The toll for our team in total was six bits. We have had some calls this evening from the Indians. We gave them something to eat and they left. Some of them [had] on no shirt only a blanket, whiles others were ornamented in Indian style with their faces painted in spots and stripes feathers and fur on their heads beeds on their neck brass rings on their wrists and arms and in their ears armed with rifles and spears.
May 8
. . . We have come about 12 miles and were obliged to camp in the open prairie without any wood. Mary and myself collected some dry weeds and grass and made a little fire and cooked some meat and the last of our supply of eggs with these and some hard bread with water we made our supper.
May 9
. . . We passed a new made grave today . . . a man from Ohio We also met a man that was going back: he had buried his Wife this morning She died from the effects of measels we have come ten miles today encamped on a small stream called Vermillion creek Wood and water plenty Their are as many as fifty waggons on this stream and some thousand head of stock It looks like a village the tents and waggons extend as much as a mile. . . .
Some are singing some talking and some laughing and the cattle are adding their mite by shaking their bells and grunt[ing]. Mosquit.
The document describes a disastrous journey home from Salzburg for Christmas. Due to heavy snow storms, the narrator's flight was very late and arrived in Frankfurt where all flights were cancelled for the night. The airport situation was horrible with no accommodations provided and hundreds of stranded travelers sleeping on the floor. The narrator eventually made it to Barcelona the next day but their baggage was delayed 10 days.
Graeme Robin travels through Israel in his old Fiat, documenting his journey in a book. He describes the thorough security process at the Israeli border. In the small town of Beit Shean, he finds an expensive but comfortable hotel for the night. The next day, he drives north along the Sea of Galilee, passing farms and fishing spots. He picks up a hitchhiker who guides him to a remote hotel in the Golan Heights. Planning to continue along a scenic mountain road hugging the Lebanese border, he notes signs of military presence in the area.
Ernest Hemingway was an American author born in 1899 who is considered one of the greatest writers of the 20th century. Some of his most famous works include The Sun Also Rises, For Whom the Bell Tolls, and The Old Man and the Sea. The Old Man and the Sea follows an aging Cuban fisherman named Santiago over the course of three days as he struggles to catch a giant marlin and return to shore. Though he succeeds in catching the enormous fish, sharks devour it during his journey home, leaving him with only the skeleton. The story examines themes of perseverance, mortality, and man's relationship with the natural world.
This document is a reflective essay by Sarah Causillas about her childhood memories of visiting First Encounter Beach on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. She recalls family trips to the beach in the late 1990s, describing the long drive, her mother's stories about spending summers there as a child, and hunting for razor clams at low tide despite the risk of injury. As an 18-year-old returning to the beach, she finds that she no longer enjoys the same carefree activities and has lost some of her childhood enthusiasm for the place. She hopes to inspire that sense of wonder in her own children someday.
The document is an anthology featuring creative writing from young people in Ghana, showcasing stories, poems, and interviews that provide glimpses into Ghanaian culture, such as festivals, rituals, and the interconnected lives of communities. The diverse perspectives in the anthology demonstrate the students' pride in their culture while finding unity in their differences. It aims to impart an appreciation of Ghana's rich cultural traditions through the talents of its young writers.
The document summarizes the history and creation of Tinkertown museum in 3 sentences:
The author was inspired by visiting Knott's Berry Farm as a child and began making miniature western towns, leading to the creation of Tinkertown museum in New Mexico. He worked as a carnival painter to fund the museum's growth. Over decades, the author and his wives expanded Tinkertown museum, building it with bottles and other found objects on their property in the Sandia Mountains.
http://www.gloucestercounty-va.com Pirates and pirate stories. Americans and the world have been thrilled by stories of pirates for centuries now. COme see why.
This document analyzes the symbolism in Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea". It discusses how Hemingway uses various symbols like the old man Santiago, the sea, the lions, the marlin, and other objects to represent deeper meanings. The old man represents the human struggle against nature and losing youth. The marlin symbolizes strength and perseverance. The sea represents the vast, challenging universe. Other symbols like the skiff, harpoon and Menolin are also analyzed for their symbolic significance in the story.
This document provides an analysis of symbolism in Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea". It examines various symbols used in the story, including the sea representing isolation, the marlin representing Santiago's ultimate opponent, sharks representing destructive forces, Joe DiMaggio symbolizing the human spirit, lions representing virility, the mast symbolizing the cross, Manolin representing hope, and the lost harpoon representing the loss of faith. The document was written by Parmar Dipali K. for a class on American literature at the M.K.B.U. Department of English.
Two 10-year-old best friends, Sage from New Zealand and Kyrie from the US and Canada, went on a vacation to the Bahamas. While flying there, they spotted a strange light in the ocean. When they arrived at Kyrie's private island, they discovered they could breathe underwater and found an underwater resort at the location of the light. They stayed there after a boat trip with a local driver, Sam, was cut short by a storm. Their boat capsized and Sam went missing, though they later found him safe on shore. Sage and Kyrie had an adventure they would never forget.
Jennifer Gurney has followed in the footsteps of her stepfather Harry deLeyer by giving second careers to horses and contributing to the American Thoroughbred as a show horse. She spent 24 years training racehorses but has now returned to the hunter/jumper rings where she started. One of her first horses was a racehorse named Jerry that couldn't race but did well as a show horse, allowing her to build a new barn. Now at her farm in East Syracuse called Green Acres, she continues deLeyer's legacy of believing in horses and their potential.
Two 10-year-old best friends, Sage from New Zealand and Kyrie from the US and Canada, went on a trip to the Bahamas. While on the flight, they spotted an unusual light in the ocean. They later discovered it was an underwater resort where they stayed. During a boat trip that was cut short by a storm, their boat capsized and the boat driver, Sam, went missing. Sage and Kyrie struggled to flip the boat back and return to shore, feeling guilty about Sam. Though a search was started, Sam later emerged safely, having survived the ordeal. Sage and Kyrie were relieved before returning home with an unforgettable adventure.
The document provides a detailed summary and analysis of Ernest Hemingway's novella "The Old Man and the Sea". It outlines the plot, characters including Santiago and Manolin, themes of struggle and endurance, symbols such as the sea and sharks, and Hemingway's style. The summary emphasizes that while Santiago loses his great catch to the sharks, he emerges as a hero through his courage and refusal to surrender to difficult circumstances.
In 3 sentences or less:
Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his iconic "I Have a Dream" speech at the March on Washington in 1963. He called for an end to racial injustice and inequality, and expressed his dream that one day Black and white children would be able to join hands as brothers and sisters in a nation where people are judged by the content of their character rather than the color of their skin. King's powerful speech called for freedom and justice for all and helped advance the civil rights movement.
In 3 sentences or less:
Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his iconic "I Have a Dream" speech at the March on Washington in 1963. He called for an end to racial injustice and inequality, and expressed his dream that one day Black and white children would be able to join hands as brothers and sisters in a nation where people are judged by the content of their character rather than the color of their skin. King's powerful speech called for freedom and justice for all and helped advance the civil rights movement.
Martin Luther King Jr. delivers his iconic "I Have a Dream" speech at the March on Washington. He discusses the injustice and inequality still facing African Americans 100 years after the Emancipation Proclamation. King envisions a future where people will be judged "by the content of their character" rather than the color of their skin and calls for freedom and justice for all.
Yet more from the Deserted Village (Part 2 of 3)Lee Manchester
This document is from Henry Smith Huntington's 1853 diary of his trip to the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. It provides a detailed account of his journey, including descriptions of the scenery and places he visited each day such as Cheney's farm, Indian Pass, Colden Lake, and Newcomb Lake. He describes the terrain, wildlife spotted, meals eaten, and recreational activities such as fishing and hunting. The diary conveys Huntington's appreciation and awe for the natural beauty of the Adirondack region.
David lived with his mother as a shepherd until learning he had a twin brother who was given to the king and queen. Years later, after his brother died, David was recruited to pose as his brother to slay a dragon. He succeeded and was forced to marry Midas' daughter. David fell in love with Snow White during an encounter where she stole his mother's ring. They parted ways but David's feelings remained strong, jeopardizing his arranged marriage.
Lydia Allen Rudd, Diary of Westward Travel (1852)May 6 1852 Left.docxSHIVA101531
Lydia Allen Rudd, Diary of Westward Travel (1852)
May 6 1852 Left the Missouri river for our long journey across the
wild uncultivated plains and unhabitated except by the red man. As we left the
river bottom and ascended the bluffs the view from them was handsome! In front
of us as far as vision could reach extended the green hills covered with fine
grass. . . . Behind us lay the Missouri with its muddy water hurrying past as
if in great haste to reach some destined point ahead all unheeding the
impatient emigrants on the opposite shore at the ferrying which arrived faster
than they could be conveyed over. About half a miles down the river lay a
steamboat stuck fast on a sandbar. Still farther down lay the busy village of
St. Joseph looking us a good bye and reminding us that we were leaving all
signs of civilised life for the present. But with good courage and not one
sigh of regret I mounted my pony (whose name by the way is Samy) and rode
slowly on. In going some two miles, the scene changed from bright sunshine to
drenching showers of rain this was not quite agreeable for in spite of our
good blankets and intentions otherwise we got some wet. The rain detained us
so that we have not made but ten miles today. . . .
May 7 I found myself this morning with a severe headache from the
effects of yesterday's rain. . . .
There is a toll bridge across this stream kept by the Indians. The toll for
our team in total was six bits. We have had some calls this evening from the
Indians. We gave them something to eat and they left. Some of them [had] on no
shirt only a blanket, whiles others were ornamented in Indian style with their
faces painted in spots and stripes feathers and fur on their heads beeds on
their neck brass rings on their wrists and arms and in their ears armed with
rifles and spears.
May 8 . . . We have come about 12 miles and were obliged to camp in
the open prairie without any wood. Mary and myself collected some dry weeds
and grass and made a little fire and cooked some meat and the last of our
supply of eggs with these and some hard bread with water we made our
supper.
May 9 . . . We passed a new made grave today . . . a man from Ohio
We also met a man that was going back: he had buried his Wife this morning She
died from the effects of measels we have come ten miles today encamped on a
small stream called Vermillion creek Wood and water plenty Their are as many
as fifty waggons on this stream and some thousand head of stock It looks like
a village the tents and waggons extend as much as a mile. . . .
Some are singing some talking and some laughing and the cattle are adding
their mite by shaking their bells and grunt[ing]. Mosquitoes are intruding
their unwelcome presence. Harry says that I must not sit here any longer
writing but go to bed for I will not want to get up early in the morning to
get breakfast.
May 10 I got up thi ...
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Answer the following questions, after reading the three documents BELOW
What motivated settlers to face dangers and hardships to move west?
How important were the cattle industry and mining in fueling westward expansion?
How do these authors' experiences compare to the experiences of most settlers?
Lydia Allen Rudd, Diary of Westward Travel (1852)
May 6 1852
Left the Missouri river for our long journey across the wild uncultivated plains and unhabitated except by the red man. As we left the river bottom and ascended the bluffs the view from them was handsome! In front of us as far as vision could reach extended the green hills covered with fine grass. . . . Behind us lay the Missouri with its muddy water hurrying past as if in great haste to reach some destined point ahead all unheeding the impatient emigrants on the opposite shore at the ferrying which arrived faster than they could be conveyed over. About half a miles down the river lay a steamboat stuck fast on a sandbar. Still farther down lay the busy village of St. Joseph looking us a good bye and reminding us that we were leaving all signs of civilised life for the present. But with good courage and not one sigh of regret I mounted my pony (whose name by the way is Samy) and rode slowly on. In going some two miles, the scene changed from bright sunshine to drenching showers of rain this was not quite agreeable for in spite of our good blankets and intentions otherwise we got some wet. The rain detained us so that we have not made but ten miles today. . . .
May 7
I found myself this morning with a severe headache from the effects of yesterday's rain. . . .
There is a toll bridge across this stream kept by the Indians. The toll for our team in total was six bits. We have had some calls this evening from the Indians. We gave them something to eat and they left. Some of them [had] on no shirt only a blanket, whiles others were ornamented in Indian style with their faces painted in spots and stripes feathers and fur on their heads beeds on their neck brass rings on their wrists and arms and in their ears armed with rifles and spears.
May 8
. . . We have come about 12 miles and were obliged to camp in the open prairie without any wood. Mary and myself collected some dry weeds and grass and made a little fire and cooked some meat and the last of our supply of eggs with these and some hard bread with water we made our supper.
May 9
. . . We passed a new made grave today . . . a man from Ohio We also met a man that was going back: he had buried his Wife this morning She died from the effects of measels we have come ten miles today encamped on a small stream called Vermillion creek Wood and water plenty Their are as many as fifty waggons on this stream and some thousand head of stock It looks like a village the tents and waggons extend as much as a mile. . . .
Some are singing some talking and some laughing and the cattle are adding their mite by shaking their bells and grunt[ing]. Mosquit.
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Graeme Robin travels through Israel in his old Fiat, documenting his journey in a book. He describes the thorough security process at the Israeli border. In the small town of Beit Shean, he finds an expensive but comfortable hotel for the night. The next day, he drives north along the Sea of Galilee, passing farms and fishing spots. He picks up a hitchhiker who guides him to a remote hotel in the Golan Heights. Planning to continue along a scenic mountain road hugging the Lebanese border, he notes signs of military presence in the area.
The New Yorker, January 9, 1989 P. 26Every so often that dead lourapoupheq
The New Yorker
, January 9, 1989 P. 26
Every so often that dead dog dreams me up again.
It’s twenty-five years later. I’m walking along Forty-second Street in Manhattan, the sounds of the city crashing beside me—horns and gearshifts, insults—somebody’s chewing gum holding my foot to the pavement, when that dog wakes from his long sleep and imagines me.
I’m sweet again. I’m sweet-breathed and flat-limbed. Our family is stationed at Fort Niagara, and the dog swims his red heavy fur into the black Niagara River. Across the street from the officers’ quarters, down the steep shady bank, the river, even this far downstream, has been clocked at nine miles per hour. The dog swims after a stick I have thrown.
“Are you crazy?” my grandmother says, even though she is not fond of dog hair in the house, the way it sneaks into the refrigerator every time you open the door. “There’s a current out there! It’ll take that dog all the way to Toronto!”
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Sparky Smith and I had a game we played called Knockout. It involved a certain way of breathing and standing up fast that caused the blood to leave the brain as if a plug had been jerked from the skull. You came to again just as soon as you were on the ground, the blood sloshing back, but it always seemed as if you had left the planet, had a vacation on Mars, and maybe stopped back at Fort Niagara half a lifetime later.
There weren’t many kids my age on the post, because it was a small command. Most of its real work went on at the missile batteries flung like shale along the American-Canadian border. Sparky Smith and I hadn’t been at Lewiston-Porter Central School long enough to get to know many people, so we entertained ourselves by meeting in a hollow of trees and shrubs at the far edge of the parade ground and telling each other seventh-grade sex jokes that usually had to do with keyholes and doorknobs, hot dogs and hot-dog buns, nuns, priests, preachers, schoolteachers, and people in blindfolds.
When we ran out of sex jokes, we went to Knockout and took turns catching each other as we fell like a cut tree toward the ground. Whenever I knocked out, I came to on the grass with the dog barking, yelping, crouching, crying for help. “Wake up! Wake up!” he seemed to say. “Do you know your name? Do you know your name? My name is Duke! My name is Duke!” I’d wake to the sky with the urgent call of the dog in the air, and I’d think, Well, here I am, back in my life again.
Sparky Smith and I spent our school time smiling too much and running for office. We wore mittens instead of gloves, because everyone else did. We made our mothers buy us ugly knit caps with balls on top—caps that in our previous schools would have identified us as weird but were ...
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Graeme Robin travels through Jordan in his old Fiat, documenting his journey in a book. He spends two nights in Irbid in northern Jordan. While exploring the area near the Jordan River, he tries to get closer to take photos but encounters the military who block his path. The soldiers detain him and his passport for a time, questioning his intentions before releasing him with a warning.
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2. The Journey .
The idea for the trip was my father’s. He did not believe any eighteen-
year-old boy could possibly be ready for college, so he suggested I take
the year off and do something worthwhile with the valuable period of
youth remaining to me. I asked him what sort of thing I should do.
Well how about this: you and Cory buy a pair of bikes and ride
them from La Quiaca on the northern border of Argentina, all the way
down to the southernmost city in the world, Ushuaia.
That is how as an eager young student ready to go off to
university and mummify himself in books wound up losing his home
instead. By the time I would get back to my family’s house on Middle
Rd., Falmouth, Maine 04105, U.S.A. I would no longer know how to
sleep in one bed every night. I would not be used to watching the same
flowers grow day after day as opposed to taking in local flora at a
moment in time, in passing. My idea of time would have changed
from that of the static growth of an oak tree to the passing of distance,
to the slow death of kilometer after kilometer.
Cory and I seized the idea. We worked all summer to buy
equipment and bicycles and plane tickets, and October saw us flying
to another hemisphere with six pairs of socks, three shirts, one pair of
pants, three sets of riding uniforms each, more a stove, a tent, two
sleeping bags, and a length of rope all stuffed into heavy panniers and
mounted on our Surly brand Cyclocross bikes. We knew we would
ride, but we did not know much else.
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3. Cafayate.
We rode into Cafayate on the fringe of a magnificent desert rainfall that would be the town’s first precipitation of the year. We
beat the storm by about a half an hour and managed to find a hostel before it even started to drizzle. We then decided to go and
find something to eat, since it had been a long day of riding and a hot one.
At this point, we were about 9 days of riding south of La Quiaca. We had done the 600 kilometer stretch between La
Quiaca and our base camp in the city of Salta in 6 days, even daring to brave the hellish pass of La Cuesta de Lipán at a height
of 4,130 meters. We were now 3 days of riding south of Salta, where the majority of my family lives, and our next stop was our
final destination, as simple as that. Our only obligation was to make sure we got back to Buenos Aires for our flight in April.
We were thinking about these things while we ate in a small restaurant on the plaza when the clouds simply let loose.
Within a few minutes the torrents had turned the streets into rivers with desert sand for silt. It took us a while to get back to the
hostel since the only shoes we had apart from our biking shoes were our cloth alpargatas, and unlike the children and stray
dogs, we were somewhat dainty about getting our feet wet.
When we got back to the hostel, we found in the narrow hallway a gigantic BMW motorcycle which had not been there
before. This was how we met the first of the moving men. It turned out to belong to a Bostonian who was staying in the hostel.
He had been working in real estate in Utah before his fiancé dumped him and at that point, he had to face a decision. He could
either make good money continuing in real estate, or he could get on his bike and never come back. The Bostonian had opted
for the latter and had travelled through Latin America and South America
before meeting us in that hostel, and when we did meet him he was badly
drunk on two bottles of the Cabernet Sauvignon that the region is so famous
for. We talked politics. The Bostonian firmly believed that George Bush
was evil and had killed a lot of innocent people, and that there should be a
civil war to kill the ignorant people who voted for him. He was aiming to
make Ushuaia by Christmas. We would hear of him once more on the road,
and then never again
The next day, while Cory helped The Bostonian to adjust the breaks
on his BMW, I met another migrant. Her name was Sarah, and she was from
Texas. She was the one who initiated us by giving us her copy of Graham
Greene’s The Quiet American. I made sure to have her sign the inside of the
cover, right above the stamp of a butterfly in purple, denoting the Buenos
Aires Book Cooperative.
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4. We met many other movers in that hostel, including a group of Spanish students and a couple of Frenchmen, but
unfortunately there is only so much room. So I leave them, as well as the good hearted hostel owners and their friend, El
Marinero, who provided such a perfect environment for transients, to another time.
Mendoza Or Bust.
We had our hearts set on making Mendoza by Christmas, and we were desperate to do it.
The 2000 or so kilometers between Cafayate and Mendoza ran through brutal tracks of flat desert
with glaring sun from seven in the morning until nine-thirty at night. We met almost no other
travelers, and the towns which were supposed to be full of people seemed barren.
The exceptions to this were the Magicians of Salicas. They
welcomed us at the campground by making Cory levitate in a chair
and showing him how to ride a bike backwards, and also telling us about a man who had ridden
through on a big BMW. Later they came back to share with us a bottle of Fernet and a handful of
dirty jokes, which I carefully translated for him. That night we also made friends with a little stray
pup who Cory named affectionately “Doguito”.
By the time we were two weeks south of Salta and
with one more to go before Mendoza, we were tired.
Tired of the straight, unending road, tired of the heat, tired of rice and pasta, tired of
the tent. As if to compound these things, we ran into two dust storms. The first one
we tried to bike through, having only 15 kilometers until the next town and not
realizing that we would be slowed to about five kilometers an hour in the wind and
dust. Fortunately we made a gas station and scared the beer drinking locals by
coming in covered in dust and ordering the coldest Quilmes they had. The second
dust storm came upon us in the night and nearly destroyed our tent, which we had
to take down in the dark of pre-dawn while being pelted with sand and also large,
hairy, desert spiders. But even in this time of tribulation, we still received a message from other moving men. A simple,
misspelled piece of friendly advice scribbled on a sign-map: Bikers, take this way, its easier.
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5. It was at this point in the trip that I took up translating Pablo Neruda’s poetry in my journal in the evenings. I didn’t know it
then, but I was contributing to a theme of encouragement which would play out through the trip.
We got to Mendoza in time for Christmas, and my cousin Piojo (lit. “flea”) took us into his apartment for ten days over
Christmas. He greeted us with beds, baths, and beer. It was a wonderful time of rest, and a good time to reevaluate the trip. We
decided before we left that we would cease our slavish worship of the 70-90 kilometer day, and that we would take a bus once
in a while if we thought we needed it.
Piojo bid us farewell and helped us load our bikes again as we continued south.
Piojo, the consummate bachelor who would soon move back to Salta, become engaged,
and be married in October of 2009. The same month, two years later, that we started
our journey.
The Seven Lakes Region.
As we approached the Seven Lakes Region we began to encounter more people, since
most Argentine students chose to travel for the holidays. Among these were Botella de
Whiskey and his band, who had a song about their bottle of whiskey.
We also met the legendary Rich Pain. We first met him on the road, a nasty
stretch of unpaved gravel between San Martin De Los Andes and Villa La Angostura. Later we met him at one of the
overpriced tourist campgrounds in town. We were both outraged at the prices, and decided to find a place to bivouac together.
As it turned out, Rich Pain had left his home in Derbyshire 6 years previously. He had biked through Europe, parts of
Africa, the Middle East, India, Southeast Asia, Australia, Alaska, and Canada before he ran out of money. At that point he
became a dishwasher for 6 months. Then he continued down the west coast of the United States and then south through all of
Latin America to meet us in Angostura. His destination, like ours, was Ushuaia.
We talked a lot to Rich Pain about being a moving man. It turned out he left home because he hated people. “I can’t
stand the people at Uni. I can’t stand anybody, really. When I’m riding, I don’t have to deal with them, right?”
Rich shared a good deal of beer with us that night and then slept in our tent. He also traded us our copy of The Quiet
American for his copy of The Kite Runner. We were beginning to understand that a true moving man always had a book to
trade.
We lost track of Rich Pain for a while after that, though by word of other bikers, he was always either a couple days
ahead of us or a couple behind.
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6. Into Chile.
Shortly before we decided to cross into Chile, we found a poem at the summit of a pass. It was not by
Neruda, but I felt the power of the talisman I had evoked and was confidant that we would run into
luck.
I was proven correct. On our second day in Chile we rolled into the town of Santa Lucia. While
looking for groceries, we encountered another biker wearing a long billed hat. This turned out to be Tim
from Virginia. He invited us over to have lunch with him and another biker who turned out to be Darrel
the Englishman. After about 15 minutes three more bikers arrived from the north, named Nick, Steve,
and Shana. We named them collectively “the American Vegan Anarchists (AVAs)”. Last but not least
was a man riding a blaze orange Giant. This was Vlad the Switzer, later to be known, for unprintable
reasons, as “The Package”. We were all heading south, so we rode and camped together, played cards
and swapped stories. Occasionally we’d take a break on the road and either Steve or Nick would read
aloud from I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. Just because you must carry books as a moving man does
not mean they have to be good.
Each party had an interesting story. Tim did a bike tour every year, and he had been everywhere
including Jamaica and Northern Africa. Vlad had been an executive for a Swiss company in Uruguay. His superiors in Europe
told him he had to come back, and so he quit, bought a bike, and lit out. The AVAs all worked in a bike shop famous for
fueling the professional race circuit in the US (Cory loved that). Darrel was planning to break a Guinness World Record by
rollerblading around the world, pushing his back-packing gear ahead of him in a modified baby-stroller.
I remember the time that we rode together, before people
started to split off, as the time of the Magnificent Eight. It was a
very lucky time. No matter what happened— road construction,
blown out tires, lack of money— we managed to pull through. Also,
even though it was the rainy season in Chile, we hadn’t a single day
of rain. I was confident our luck would keep up, since I found
painted on a wall in Chile Neruda’s “Galope Muerto”.
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7. Eventually however, the Eight broke up, taking different routes, travelling at
different speeds. The last person we lost was Vlad. We decided, after we re-
crossed the border into Argentina, that we would take a bus to El Chaltén since it
was a four or five day ride on unpaved roads without a town or water source
marked on the map. The most water we could carry was three days worth. Vlad,
on the other hand, swore he could ride it, so we said good-bye to him and boarded
the bus.
El Chaltén.
We arrived in El Chaltén before dawn. El Chaltén had recently been named the
back-packing capital of Argentina and so it was a rapidly blossoming tourist town.
That meant that while there were some stunning hikes, the place was also full of rich tourists who could afford to eat in the
expensive tourist restaurants. We stayed on the southern side of town in a free campground, where the bathroom was a small
shed erected over a five foot deep hole in the ground. We hiked during the day, came back and bought groceries for dinner, and
partly because of the bathrooms at the campground, and partly in retaliation for the excessive prices of the restaurants, we
would then sneak into a restaurant to use their bathroom, which were For
Customers Only.
One time when I was trying to walk quickly out of the restaurant after
illegally doing my duty, I saw a table of German tourists beckoning me to
their table. One of them, an older gentleman, then offered me a slice of their
pizza. Then down the table another one gave me a slice of pizza. I was
thanking them, rather confused, when one of the women piped up: “it’s better
than eating garbage, isn’t it?” I held my laughter until I was outside and
handed Cory his slice. We started back for the campground waving to the
Germans, carrying our kilo and a half of bread, kilo of fresh vegetables, half
kilo of beef, and our two liters of cheap wine. We made stir-fry that night and
laughed ourselves silly. The next day we took a hike and saw Mt. Fitz Roy
and Glaciar Grande, feeling like we had the better of all of them.
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8. El Calafate, The Reunion.
The southern winds were picking up as we approached El Calafate. The Perito Moreno Glacier, for which the town is famous
was some 60 kilometers west of the town, directly into the wind. So we took a couple of days of rest and made friends with
John the Welshman, who had pitched his tent next to ours.
John the Welshman, divorced, father of two, was backpacking while he still could. He was also an ex-hippie, and
forever endeared himself to us for his knowledge of good music and his stories from the acid era. He also missed barbecues, so
we split on a few kilo’s of meat, some fresh vegetables, nine liters of beer and a couple bottles of wine, and we stayed up all
night eating, drinking, trading jokes and stories. At the end of the night, he traded us a copy of American Gods for The Kite
Runner, and in the morning he packed up and headed off to the glacier.
We were at the grocery store returning bottles and buying supplies to make a try for the glacier when all of a sudden we
saw Steve and Nick of the AVAs ride by heading west. We shouted at them but they didn’t hear us. We knew Shana would be
close behind so we waited and got her attention before she could pass. She told us they were looking for campgrounds and that
Vlad was not far behind either. Eventually came the Orange Giant, and Vlad jumped off and immediately embraced us. It
turned out Tim was also only about a half-hour behind Vlad. So we all waited on the main street (Nick and Steve had returned
looking for Shana) and when he got in off of the road, we were all there to shake his hand and hand him a beer.
That night we all went out to an all-you-can-eat buffet and stayed in the same campground. The next day we decided to
damn the wind, and we split renting a car to go out to the glacier.
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9. To Punta Arenas, The Last Leg.
When we left El Calafate, we said good-bye to Vlad, who was still curled up in his
tent and refused to go further south. We rode now with the AVAs and Tim From
Virginia. After we visited the National Park of the Torres Del Paine, Tim also left
us. The AVAs, Cory and I headed south to Punta Arenas to try and catch a ferry
across the Beagle Channel to Puerto Williams, the southernmost permanently
inhabited town in the world.
We stayed for several days in the yard of a small hostel in the red light
district of Punta Arenas. Those were easy days with little to do accept hope that a
couple seats on the ferry would open up, which, the owner of the hostel assured,
they would, but not until the day the ferry sailed. Apparently a lot of people
booked and then did not confirm.
It was a full hostel with all sorts of interesting people. The proprietor was a friendly, helpful man we lovingly named
“Snaggletooth” for the rather alarming canine that stuck out the front of his mouth. Apart from him there was an American girl
from Boston, on vacation from school in Santiago. There was also a gaggle of beautiful Catalonian girls. But by far the most
interesting of all was Crazy Marcos, the Belgian Biker.
Marcos did his riding, he told us, at a steady pace of thirty kilometers a
day. He carried his gear in a broken touring setup, so that he was obliged to tie
plastic shopping bags directly to his bike. He wore pink flowered flip-flops over
his wool socks. He was also homeless. He explained to us that he managed to
travel because he got a check from the Belgian government every month
because he was homeless, and that it was plenty of money to eat cheaply and
travel by bike. I was awed after meeting him. This manner of clever asceticism
seemed the pinnacle of what it meant to be a moving man.
Snaggletooth turned out to know precisely what he was talking about.
On the morning before the ferry was to depart, we received a call from the
company saying that half of the reservations had just opened up. So we loaded
up the bikes and made our way across town to the pier, and for the first time in
our stay in Chile, it began seriously to rain.
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10. Puerto Williams.
We never got to say good-bye to the AVAs, our only remaining companions. We returned to camp one day to find their tents
were gone, and there was a note saying they had gotten a ride to Ushuaia on an Alaskan boat.
You see, the only consistent ferry that runs from the Isla Navarino on which Puerto Williams is located, to Ushuaia, and
that ferry would have cost us $125 a piece, plus charges for the bikes. The fact was we did not have those means. So we set up a
hermitage on the hill above town and we frequented the yacht club (where I got a free copy of The Bridges of Madison County),
where sailors from around the world collected to cross the Drake Passage and ply the Antarctic. The word was that you could
get a cheap ride across the channel in one of these private boats, and the AVAs beat us to the punch and had to leave suddenly.
Fortunately for us, we found Tommy, the ship’s manager for a beautiful wooden boat which shall remain nameless for
now. He agreed to give us a ride across if we could meet him in Puerto Navarino on Wednesday. That was how we came to
saddle up one last time on Tuesday and ride those final 55 kilometers, and the following morning we ate our last camp-stove
breakfast and watched the vessel of our delivery as it rotated, slowly, moored out in the cove.
That was how we came to meet Pat Shaw, John Wimble-
ton, Don Jorge, and Don Miguel. The latter two owned the boat
(and half of Punta Arenas), and the former two owned an adven-
ture tourism franchise and they were trying to negotiate a deal. We
made the crossing to our final destination in their company telling
them the stories of our journey. That was how John Wimbleton
and Pat Shaw came to the decision to have us stay as their guests
in a four-star hotel, and come out to eat with them at a five-star
restaurant, and to have drinks with them afterwards. When I asked
John Wimbleton why, he told me it was because he had once been
a moving man too.
The name of the ship, by the way, was Victory.
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11. Ushuaia, an Epilogue.
We were trying to find the bus station in Ushuaia when Invierno en el sur, a caballo
we heard a shout. We looked over our shoulders and
Yo he traspasado la corteza mil
speeding across the parking lot of the gas station there veces agredidas por los golpes australes:
was a wild-looking biker, shouting with all his breath. It he sentido el cogote del caballo dormirse
was Rich Pain. bajo la piedra fría de la noche del Sur,
tiritar en la brújula del monte deshojado,
After we finished catching up, comparing notes on our ascender en la pálida mejilla que comienza:
yo conozco el final del galope en la niebla,
relative journeys, he told us how disappointed he was to el harapo del pobre caminante:
be done. y para mí no hay dios sino la arena oscura,
el lomo interminable de la piedra y la noche,
“I don’t think I can ever go back, mates,” he said. “I el insociable día
don’t think I could get on. I’m not cut out for normal so- con un advenimiento
de mala ropa, de alma exterminada.
ciety. But I can’t keep doing this. I’ve run out of places
to bike.”
Winter in the south, on horseback
We drank with him through the night while we waited by
the parking lot, which turned out to be where the busses I have crossed the crust a thousand
stopped. For the second time tourists, Japanese this time, times assaulted by the southern blows:
I have felt the nape of the horse sleeping
gave us their left-over pizza, and by the end Rich had de- beneath the cold stone of the night of the South,
cided that he would go home and try doing some long shivering in the compass of the defoliated mount,
walks. He then asked if we had any books, and that was ascending the pallid cheek which commences:
how I came to trade him The Bridges of Madison County I know the end of a gallop amidst the cloud,
for the same copy of The Quiet American we had origi- the rags of the poor traveler:
and for me there is no god if not the dark sand,
nally traded to him. I opened the cover and had him sign the interminable loin of the stone and the night,
it. Right above the purple butterfly. the unsociable day
with the advent
Later, on the bus, I found the translation I had done of the of bad clothing, of an exterminated soul.
Neruda Poem, “Invierno en el Sur, a Caballo.” I present it
for you here, probably with errors.
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