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Waterfalls, Cliff jumping, and the GoPro “Hero”

Down on the Gold Coast, away from the high-rises of Surfers paridise and off the path of public transportation, is Killarney Glen. The area is winding roads and farmland, and we would have probably missed the trail head if not for the line of cars parked hundreds of meters on either side of the local attraction. A swimming hole, known as the Killarney Glen waterfall, is a heart-shaped pool fed by a 6 meter waterfall, lined with spectators on a warm summer Saturday afternoon.


Spectators gathered as timid individuals gathered courage for their leap, while those who frequent the pools tried their hand at flips, all aiming for the deep water. Just off of the “jumping area” is a small grotto, which accumulated jumpers to spectate from a view they achieved from their jump. Families, twenty-somethings, teens on easter break, lined the top of the cliff faces either to watch, or when waved forward from the other side of the canyon, to jump.

I’m afraid of heights. I’ve never been graceful, and feel that standing on something tall makes me ‘kinetic energy’. In high school I would jump with my friends in Colorado into the Arkansas river. Not high, still terrifying. I would swing from our boat into the water in the Bahamas. It took me about 5 minutes of looking out 2 meters below me before I could make the jump. And to this day, as silly as it feels, I hold my nose.

Fastforward, I am standing in a dried up wash-out that juts out over the ‘deep water’, 4-5 meters below me. GoPro strapped to my wrist, though my hands were flat on the rock on either side of me for stability. The girl behind me, no more than 10 years old, comments on my shaking. Her older sister, about 12, wants to help me out by giving me a count down. At first I didn’t notice, since all I could think was ‘S#!t, this is high.’ I try to get in the zone during the second countdown, but psych myself out somewhere between “…3…” and “…2…”. Seconds later I pull myself together, ask her for one last count, and at “…1”, step off the cliff.

 


(Taken with a Nikon and Sigma Wide-angle lens, uploaded with eye-fi.)

I felt the rush of wind then cold water, then the feel of the strap of my GoPro slide over my small wrist. I surface and accept that the camera may have been claimed by the river gods, and briefly remember a youtube video of a GoPro that fell in a river and was found a couple years later. Oh, well.

I swim to the mermaid grotto, and attempt to slide onto the surrounding rocks, helped by a new friend, and mentioned that the camera went the way of the waterfall. The next jumper, a young blond guy was about to swim past when we asked “is there any chance of finding a GoPro over there where I jumped?” “GoPro?” The kid smiled, turned around, and dove. He surfaced seconds later to applause, with my camera in hand.

I tried to find him after to thank him, and couldn’t. He had one green eye, and one blue eye, and was kind enough to fetch a strangers camera. To you sir, if you are reading, THANK YOU!

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(Screenshot from the GoPro of the good samaritan)

Update: added video March 27. Keep an eye out at ~2:30.

Nagano Adventures

After a rush of work, I wanted to make the most out of my winter vacation. Thanks to some new friends, I was given the opportunity to make it over to Nagano for a mini-vacation.

The spectacular drive from Gunma to Nagano was wonderfully scenic. The winding mountian road was flanked by misty, fog-covered mountians.

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Once in Nagao, we stopped by Zenko-ji Temple, which houses one of the first wooden Buddha statues in Japan. Along the walkway to the temple, the pedestrian street is lined with souvenir stalls and small restaurants. Past these and through the Ah-um, the massive statues that protect the temple, is a large brass vessel, protected by a lion statue. This is used for ceremonial incense and for the price of 100 yen (~$1 USD), you can get a bundle of incense to put into the vessel, and use the smoke to heal any ailments you may have. Inside the temple, there are prayer areas, a statue of Buddha’s student of medicine (which you can rub for the healing of aches and pains), and what I call the “Labyrinth of darkness”. For 500 yen you can wonder the basement labyrinth of the temple. I put my shoes into the plastic bag they gave me, and made my way to the stairs. Instructed by the pamphlet that said to keep my belongings in my left hand and my right hand on the wall, I ventured into the darkness with my two new comrades and delved into the pitch black. I used to work at a planetarium, so darkness doesn’t scare me, but even at the darkest in the planetarium there were small lights that you could use for guidance. The darkness came in ‘levels’ that could guide you to where you were or needed to be. Not here. In the basement was nothing to guide me but the cold wood that trailed under my fingers as I wondered through the blackness. I noticed after bumping into my friend ahead of me a few times, even my sense of sound was off from the echoing of the wrinkling of plastic bags, the voices of people behind me and the indiscernible footsteps. But alas, I rounded the last corner to the the faint trickle of light coming down the stairs of the exit.

When leaving the temples we stopped briefly for some Soba noodles, which I flavored with the pepper spices that are the signature cuisine of Nagano.

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After the temple we made our way north to Nakano, which is famous for its Snow Monkey Park. The clan of 160 Japanese snow Macaques are unique for primates, as they are the only ones (other than Humans) that live at this latitude, bath in hot springs, and make snowballs to throw for fun. The Macaques have had 14 ‘bosses’, or alpha males since this clan started being observed and recoded for the park. The pictures of them can be found in the small gift shop/museum/place-to-warm-up near the onsen pools. The snow monkey park has an entrance fee of 500 yen, and it is recommended to go in winter, when the monkeys visit the pool to escape the cool air. We went in the late afternoon/early evening just before feeding time, and one of the park attendants was helping tourists take pictures with a macaque, using a call to get them to look at the camera. The first thing he said as I handed him my point-and-soot was “don’t look at him in the eye”. As an anthropologist, it think ‘duh’, but then I realize that many people probably haven’t read up on Diane Fossey and Jane Goodall, so here it is: Looking at a primate in the eye can be taken as a sign of aggression. If you challenge the wrong member of the group, it could get very dangerous very fast. With that safety tip out of the way, I highly recommend visiting this park, where it monkeys and humans walk amongst one another so easily and without fear.

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At the end of the day, we checked into our share house (Guest House in Sazuka, http://www.ghkura.com) which is very reasonably priced, very clean, and was wonderful to experience a traditional Japanese house. They offer free Wifi, a Cafe, Bike rental, parking, and a big garden for barbequing and tent camping. Dorm beds start at 3,000 yen and is well located for both the Zenkoji Temple and the Monkey Park. When we arrived, we were greeting by a very nice English speaking staff, and they had complementary tea waiting for us. They able to give us some good recommendation for dinner, and I had my first experience with a sushi restaurant that the sushi is served via a conveyor belt that runs by the table, and a train that comes direct from the kitchen.

The next morning, we had a traditional breakfast at the guesthouse (300 yen) and then went to hit the slopes. In Sugadaria Kogen, the ski area of Nippon Davos (which is 3 smaller ski areas, Pine Break, Davos-Taro, and Davos) are located on the slopes of Mt. Neko-Dake (2,207m, or ~7,241 feet). A lift ticket (4,800 yen/full day) is good for all three areas, and offers an array of difficulty marked similarly to the states for easy, intermediate and difficult (green, red instead of blue, and black runs). Once we had our ski/snowboard rentals (3,800 yen/day) and all our gear to keep us warm (3,000 yen/day) we made our way to the lifts for some amazing powder, short lift lines and small crowds. To a ski junky, it was heaven.

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How I do it: More backpacking tips

I’m thinking back to this time last year, when I was packing up my apartment and how excited I was to be one step closer to my adventurous life. I’m not wealthy, didn’t have much in the way to sell, and was giving away my furniture just to get it out before my move out deadline. Yeah, I had enough to get started on the trip, but little idea what the whole trip would ultimately entail. Ive had my plans crumble underneath me, and long arranged plans work out beautifully. What made one work and the other collapse? Not the wildest idea, but that’s the beauty of it. Whether I have plans work out so perfectly or fall apart horribly, I have had people in my life that have shared that with. This last year I have seen people from my past that I didn’t know if I was going to see again, some introduced me more amazing people, others have offered closure and I probably wont see them again. But this is where I offer my first Grand Adventure Words of Advice;

What goes around comes around.

Be it Karma, ‘do unto others’, or any other dogma of the same rule, the world is a small place. I have seen first hand karma come back to people who have wronged (and oh, does it taste so sweet. Face it, you know someone you would love karma to come back to.) I’ve also witnessed the good, friends meeting again for the first time in years (and have experienced this a few times), or someone housing me finds money on the ground. (personally, I find this as the universe keeping everything in balance.)

Keep your friends close, and your enemies as far away as you can.

This doesn’t always have to be in the physical sense. No matter where you are, or how far or close someone is, if they do nothing but bring you down, keep them out of your life. This may sound like a big I-never-want-to-speak-to-you-again drama, but its really a lot simpler than you would imagine. Simply live your life. Find the beauty in the people you meet along the way, and if they are really your friend, no amount of time and space will change that. They are the ones that start the Facebook conversation with “where are you now?” and “How do you like it in…?” and “I’m so jealous!”, even after those few months that you havn’t been talking (which really just feels like a few days at most) you pick up right were you left off. They are the ones I offer the couch to crash on in Colorado, or arrange for a drink the next time we meet up (even though neither of us know when or where that may be.) This may not be everyone you meet, but the ones who stick are the ones who count.

There is a difference between packing light and packing efficiently.

I don’t mean the rolling clothes and shoving undies in shoes, (which believe me, it really does save space.) I am talking about having what you need more than what you want. I have gone through my bags a couple times now sending home boxes of clothes and devices that I discovered I really didn’t need. With wither approaching here in the southern hemisphere, there really is only so much I am willing to part with, but find that the concept of ‘light layers’ is the way to go. Sub-note: Forgo the souvenirs. It is way better for you to get a camera, and learn how to get good photos. I have seen some amazing GoPro videos, and have an olypus tough which is the most durable little camera. (Ive taken it exploring in caves, to the great barrier reef, and dropped it off a cliff in Ireland. It still goes strong) I also shoot with a DSLR Nikon, but this is usually the EXPENSIVE option. I’ve had a love of photography since I was 13, and decided it was worth it to me. (Coming soon, excerpt from my travel photography how-to book I am writing.)

There will be days you stress out. Ride them out.

Almost every backpacker I have met has had at least one day when they freak out. Be it strapped on cash, flight cancelled, something stolen, its happened before. Before calling your trip a bust because something bad has happened, learn to deal with it. it may be harsh, but its true. To this day I winge about my jean jacket being stolen, and that was my first week in the hostel during this trip. I’ve had other things nicked along the way, but I will never forget that first thing or that first time something bad happened while backpacking. Ask any backpacker when they were in a sticky situation. There is a good chance that they remember.  Add that experience to your ‘stories-to-tell-at-the-bar’ list, and move on. And from this I use a phrase my mum taught me from a young age “If everything always worked out, then we wouldn’t have adventures.”

 

Next time: The people you meet: An introduction to a correlation between ages and the reasons they travel.