September 5, 2009

At Clarksdale, Miss. Diner, Ribs Served w/ a Side of Civil Rights

From Travel Educator Bijan C. Bayne

Other than perhaps music, nothing defines or excites a culture as much as cuisine. When we visit a place, food is one of the ways we sample the local ethos. In the American South, that can mean anything from Low Country shrimp and grits (let’s be honest, shrimp and everything), to Florida’s ubiquitous grouper, or North Carolina barbecue. Speaking of BBQ, in a Missississippi town with a Civil Rights past, the ribs are smothered in lessons about tolerance:

http://www.cnn.com/2009/TRAVEL/09/04/mississippi.lebanese/index.html

September 3, 2009

Traditions, Legends Live on at Historic Jalbert Camps

… From Travel Educator Julia Bayly

!cid_9EF2B99D-0D9B-48EA-A594-FCF01E51A5E0@setupFORT KENT – The month’s-old calf bravely crossed a river channel to catch up with the cow moose vanishing into the thick brush on the other side. The sun was setting over the Allagash River as the cow turned and gently touched noses with the younger animal.

From our canoe, we could almost hear the delicate strings of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons in the background.

Right up until the cow moose used her front hoof to roughly cuff the young calf several sever blows about her head, chasing the youngster off back across the channel amidst much splashing and commotion.

But that’s life along Maine’s longest wilderness waterway – sometimes bucolic, sometimes fierce and always surprising.

There are few better places to witness Maine’s north woods than along the Allagash River and few better places along the river than the historic Willard Jalbert Camps, with its buildings and traditions going back to just after the Second World War.

Nestled on Windy Point – a two-acre peninsula jutting out into Round Pond – the camps are accessible only by boat or floatplane.

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A half dozen buildings, including a cookhouse with dining area, three bunkhouses and even a wood-fired sauna and rustic hot tub, are nestled among the spruce and fir.

Located about 40 miles from the village of Allagash, it’s an hour or so over dirt roads to the nearest access point at Henderson Bridge.

The camps are a testament to the days when lumbermen and guides ruled the waterway.

In fact, it was three of those guides, Willard Jalbert Jr. with his brother Robert Jalbert and their father Willard Sr., who built the camps in the late 1940s.

“We used to put in at Twin Brook and motor the canoes up the river to the camps,” Phyllis Jalbert, said. “We had to portage around Allagash Falls and it took the whole day, it was really an adventure.”

Phyllis, 63 and herself a registered Maine guide who grew up in Fort Kent, is Willard Jalbert Jr.’s daughter and today divides her time between homes in New York and Maine, but no matter where she is, a part of her heart is at Windy Point.

The traditions of the north Maine woods run deep in her family so when the very existence of the camps came under fire as the state systematically removed all buildings from the along the river after it was designated a wilderness waterway, the Jalbert family members knew they had to save it.

“They fought like hell to keep it there,” she said. “It worked (and) today I have a long lease and the state has been really good about it.”

Jalbert is aware how fortunate she is to have the preserved family’s legacy.

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“Just the thought of those camps not being there would be like a death,” she said. “I just can’t imagine it.”

Maybe that’s because Phyllis and her five siblings grew up in a family with strong ties to the river.

So well known are the guiding exploits of Willard Jalbert he’s often referred to as simply, “The old guide.”

“They were a breed of men of their own (and) they were so knowledgeable and wanted to share that knowledge with everyone,” Phyllis Jalbert said. “Of course, they weren’t so quick to share their favorite fishing holes,” she added with a laugh.

So impressed was former Supreme Court Justice William Douglass when he stayed at the Jalbert Camps, he is credited with saying, “There are three kinds of bears in the Maine woods: black bears, brown bears and Jalberts.”

The words of Douglass and the countless others who have passed through the camps are recorded in a series of guest books and the observations, comments and reflections within those pages reflect the evolution of the waterway and the people on it.

“Broken motor – paddled from the head of Umasaskis Lake. Stopped at Uncle Sam’s camps in Long Lake.” Willard Jalbert Jr., wrote on Nov. 5, 1953, in the first volume, a book of yellowed lined paper and bound in birch bark. “Pat and Irvin invited me to spend the night. Had I not had such a warm reception I would have kept on going and spent the night on the river. Uncle Sam made some of his wonderful biscuits last night and this morning at 3 a.m. he was making doughnuts.”

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That spirit of hospitality at Round Pond is alive and well thanks to Phyllis Jalbert and the core of local guides – or “sponsors” who take care of the day-to-day operations and maintenance of the camps.

“It’s very gratifying to come up here when you think of all the work that went into this place and the history of it,” Andre Landry, one of those sponsors, said on a recent trip to the camps. “If walls could talk there would really be some stories here.”

Landry was at the camps with his wife Norma, 17-year-old daughter Sam and a crew of her teenaged friends for one last hurrah before the start of this school year.

“Look at these kids enjoying the outdoors,” Landry said as some settled on the dock to chat while several others took canoes out for an afternoon of fishing. “My thing is just seeing their expressions when they are here – all the money in the world can’t buy that.”

It’s $35 a night plus the cost of groceries for adults to stay at the Jalbert camps. Per Phyllis Jalbert’s policy, students stay for free.

“I want the young people to come in and experience this place,” Jalbert said. “That’s very important for me.”

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Maybe it’s because she wants them to grow into adulthood with the same kind of memories she has.

Like the time her father was motoring up the river with Jalbert and her older sister Maxine.

“Along the way his motor broke down so he left Maxine and I in an old abandoned cabin for the night and went back for the part,” she said.  “My mother was fit to be tied when he told her what he had done.”

The girls survived just fine, Jalbert said, sleeping on old metal spring beds, but she did add the elder sibling did a good job of spinning tales of the bears and other wildlife lurking in the nighttime woods.

“That was memorable,” Jalbert laughed.

Jalbert remembers a lot of that kind of joking and laughing over the years.

“When I was five or six the men were building the cook shack,” she said. “I was always falling over roots or stumps and my grandfather said, ‘pick your feet up, you’re not on Main Street.’”

Jalbert manages to get up to northern Maine and into the camps several times a year these days. When she can, her mother, 90-year-old Blanche Jalbert makes the trip with her.

“It’s really such a chance to get close to nature,” she said. “The best friends I ever made were people I met on the river; it’s where everything gets stripped away and everyone is equal.”

For Landry, experiencing life at Round Pond is so special he’s made it his life’s mission to get everyone he can there at least once.

He’s well on his way to doing just that.

“I can’t count the number of times I’ve been here,” Sam Landry said. “It’s so nice to see people’s reactions the first time they come here.”

The recent trip marked her friend Allie Charette’s first time at the camps.

“I love it here,” the 19-year-old said. “It’s like a secluded little village.”

Danielle Duperry, 16, agreed. “When you go on vacations other places you have objectives and you have to spend money and go out to eat, but here you really get back to your roots,” she said.

“Hello, it’s paradise,” 16-year-old Cassandra Ann Jandreau, said. “It’s the perfect end to the summer.”

Later that night Justin Taggert, taking a break from a spirited game of cards, was pouring over the logbooks.

“It’s pretty neat to see how many people have been here,” he said, as he prepared to add his own observations to the book.

“There’s a lot of history here,” Carter Vaillencourt, 18, added. “It’s cool to see all the different people who came from different places.”

Getting the family jeep stuck on the way to the river, riding in the back of an old panel truck over the dusty woods roads, picking fiddleheads at a favored spot along Musquacook Stream, and the pet turtle named Myrtle are all memories Jalbert carries that were born on Round Pond.

She’s thrilled a new generation of young people is making memories of their own and is looking forward to the next one in line.

“I’m taking my granddaughter there on her first trip into the camps next year,” Jalbert said. “I can’t wait, she’ll be three and just love it.”

The camps are available by reservation only. For information on the Jalbert Camps, call 718-858-4496 on weekdays or 718-834-2500 on weekends.

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For more information see “Brooklyn Streets to River Streets”

September 1, 2009

On the Zen Road Again

… From Travel Educator Bob Fisher

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If you are a person of a certain age, you will probably remember Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance; and you may also remember the surprising effect the book had on the general culture of travel in North America.

Published in 1974, the book became a literary and cultural icon as the author took those of us who were heavily into the loosy-goosy counter-culture movement of that period of time; when it was not only permissible but encouraged to think and behave in unconventional ways and to go travelling (or questing) in search of higher truths, especially metaphysical ones.

Let’s not forget the tenor of the times: the Civil Rights Movement, the Women’s Movement, the beginning of the Gay Rights Movement; and the winding down of the Vietnam War. The latter of course hit hard at the metaphysical core of America; and when I say America I mean Canada as well as the United States because there is always an overflow across the (formerly) “longest undefended border in the world.”

It was a time of general angst and collective questioning of “What’s it all about, Alfie?” However, it was also the “best of times, the worst of times,” in that, despite the struggles and the aforementioned angst, there was also a renewed idealism and search for truth in North American society. It was also a time when quality of life and individual self-expression were also being re-assessed and articulated differently.

The Cleaver family was well on its way to the recycling bin.

So when Pirsig’s book came along, it struck a Jungian chord with many. In part I believe this was because the quest that Pirsig’s alter ego undertakes — he is not identified in the book, although with the luxury of hindsight we can see how much of Persig is in the character who he is trekking across the country on his motorcycle with his son Chris with whom he is struggling to bond — has a lot to do with something very fundamental to the human condition, to wit — the road trip.

Now the road trip is really nothing new. The first travellers, maybe even travel journalists — have you ever thought of yourself as a troubadour? — went where they went and saw what they saw and achieved whatever level of enlightenment they did … on foot.

Was Marco Polo a travel journalist, a kind of Paul Theroux of ancient times? What great stories were told along those caravan routes, along the pilgrimage routes? How many of the Canterbury Tales are really travel stories? And are we, the lah dee dah travel journalists of the 21st century, really any different from the motley crowd of pilgrims who made there often randy way from Southwork to Canterbury Cathedral?

And now if I could get my head back into the 20th century for a moment, I must also pay homage to the Jack Kerouacs of the world who had also gone where angels fear to tread long before Robert Pirsig and his literary doppleganger did.

Quite simply, the road trip has become a staple in our psyches and collective consciousness. I was reminded once again of this fact recently in Missouri as we rushed hither and yon (on the most intense media tour I have ever been on) across that betwixt and between state. And as we did so, we followed Interstate 44.

However, weaving its ghostly presence back and forth along our journey was the equally iconic and resonant Route 66.

Well if you ever plan to motor west,
Just take my way, that’s the highway that’s the best.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

And in his recent New Yorker article on his own culturally conflicted and morally painful road trek across Siberia, Ian Frazier writes:

“In America, we love roads. To be ‘on the road’ is to be happy and alive and free. Whatever lonesomeness the road implies is also a blankness that soon will be filled with possibility. A road leading to the horizon almost always signifies a hopeful vista for Americans. ‘Riding off into the sunset has always been our happy ending.”

These days, travelling by road, especially in and around our major megalopolises, can be be a hair-raising and even dispiriting experience, but when you hit that true open road, happy endings cannot be too far away. And that is why it still gives me a pang when I read Pirsig’s introduction to Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance:

“The study of the art of motorcycle maintenance is really a miniature study of the art of rationality itself. Working on a motorcycle, working well, caring, is to become part of a process, to achieve an inner peace of mind. The motorcycle is primarily a mental phenomenon.”

I’m still waiting for the inner peace of mind; and still not sure what I want to be when I grow up, but in terms of what Pirsig was exploring in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance I still get it.

Back to the future

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So, one day a friend brought me a new book that turned out to be déjà vu all over again, as our good friend Yogi Berra once said. The book is titled Zen and Now: On the Trail of Robert Pirsig and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Mark Richardson, editor of the “Wheels” section of the Toronto Star.

At first I was sceptical about the book and hesitated opening it. Like many I prefer to remember certain experiences and moments in time as I choose to remember them, godammit!. I am always a bit concerned when someone writes a book about a famous book; and possibly reformats the first experience in such away that all the romance goes out of that long-term stored memory.

And by the way, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is most certainly a romance novel, but only in the truest sense of that word. From the French roman meaning novel, the definition of romance that speaks to me best is “a medieval narrative, originally one in verse and in some Romance dialect, treating of heroic, fantastic, or supernatural events, often in the form of allegory.”

Allegory. The trip. The journey. The quest. The romance.

I am definitely not talking Sleepless in Seattle.

Fortunately, Richardson’s book did not either gild the lily nor disillusion me, although he certainly paints a portrait of Pirsig that sheds a whole new light on Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I don’t want to give too much of it away, but in many ways Richardson continues Pirsig’s journey with all its inherent conflicts, doubts, and angst. For example, he sets just the right tone when he says:

“It’s tough to explain to someone who’s only ever only traveled behind a windshield, sealed in with the comforting thunk of a closing door. On a bike there’s no comforting thunk. The road is right there below you, blurring past your feet, ready to scuff your sole should you pull your boot from the peg and let it touch the ground.”

This particular excerpt resonates with me (even though I am a non-biker) because there have been trips (even media trips) in which that immediacy of experience of the destination is so strongly felt; and in my experience it is always connected to some person or persons who have embodied the truly authentic sense of the place.

If you have read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, you will remember that key metaphysical element of this “trip” is Pirsig’s search for quality and his attempt to define it. Richardson does a similar thing, in part I suspect because he too was at a crossroads in his life where he was starting to doubt what “it” was all about. I’m only guessing mind you, but get this.

Richardson writes:

“It was Zen that brought me here and Zen that helped get me to the top [of a mountain]. Just as readers who like motorcycles are attracted to Pirsig’s book, so are readers who appreciate Zen. And both sides are often disappointed that Zen and the Art isn’t really about either motorcycles or Zen…. There’s just not enough time to get to everything in this modern overstuffed, overtaxed, overindulgent world…. The moral here is [he's actually talking about a particularly vexing maintenance issue Pirsig is having but I suspect their spirits have coalesced] that it doesn’t matter how much physical care you apply to something — if your mind gets stuck along the way way or your heart’s not in it, the work will be substandard. Quality will be lost. Substance needs art. Ying and Yang.”

Anyone out there ever experienced writer’s block?

Anyone ever felt they were being asked to dumb it down just a touch so that the travel piece was a little more marketable?

Another road trip book and “must read,” recommended by yours truly

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August 24, 2009

Black Heritage on Martha’s Vineyard: Vacation or Self-Segregation?

From Travel Educator Bijan C. Bayne

We all bring our experiences and preconceptions to what we see in a place. In that regard, Martha’s Vineyard island, where President Obama is having a First Family Vacation, is no different:

http://www.theroot.com/views/our-kind-vacation

August 18, 2009

The Many Faces of Alternative Tourism

… From Travel Educator Bob Fisher

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The nature of travel

When attempting to define the idiosyncratic and rather curious human behaviourism known as “travel” ─ in other words, trying to understand the reasons why our species is also known for its peregrinations ─ I often make reference to the following:

“We travel to explore the diversity of human society; and in so doing discover the commonality.”

From the earliest migrations of human beings along trade routes, over pilgrimage trails, or through forced migration as economic or political refugees, there has always been intrinsic to that “travel” a search for ideals. And from what I have deduced from observing travellers (and travel journalists), this penchant for us to move about the planet is also a search for a sense of self ─ both of the individual and of the collective self.

Alternative travel

And in recent years the contemporary world of travel and tourism has shown a growth in such “idealistic” travel. In many ways it has become a priority. With the diversification and transformation that we have witnessed in the industry, especially with the advent of the so-called “information age,” there is no shortage of opportunity nor motivation for people to travel. Travel habits have certainly changed; they have become far more consumer-oriented and consumer-defined, but the desire to travel has never been stronger. In many respects, travel has become an activity of self-determination.

Recently I have been in contact with a young Scottish man who is, in my opinion, the 21st-century version of the explorer or idealistic traveller. He goes only by his first name (Dan) and communicates his love for travel and his interpretations of human society through an online blog simply called Dan’s Adventure. And in order to fulfill his need to travel, he uses the (relatively) new world of electronic communication.

Dan’s next stop is Africa.

The cultural products of tourism

Increasingly the cultural “products” that satisfy this kind of need on the part of the media-wise and engaged traveller in the 21st century are not “mainstream” but alternative travel experiences; journeys in which the traveller has the opportunity (and motivation) to explore a destination and a culture in a much more direct way; on a much more grassroots level.

All travel is a journey on so many levels: physical, emotional, aesthetic, philosophical and, above all, conceptual. There are some travel experiences ─ and herein lies the primary skill of the engaged traveller ─ that are not just one-way streets but reciprocal experiences, and an opportunity for intercultural dialogue.

This kind of travel experience is organic; it is travel in which the new “sense of place” that our psyches absorb is the result of so many factors: new geographical and topographical realities; the ebb and flow of history; language elements; in brief, landscape shaping culture.

But that landscape is also the realm of ideas and ideals.

Landscapes can challenge the traveller

Anyone can, from time to time, be challenged by landscapes that are both physical and cultural. Although we are a highly adaptive species, our need to acclimatize to our surroundings is not always easy. Perhaps that is another reason many of us like to move on.

I was reminded recently of how travel can be an ambivalent experience when I read Barack Obama’s early autobiography Dreams From My Father.

In the book he describes a time in his life when, living in New York City, he began to feel confused, disturbed, and even disenchanted with the environment in which he had chosen to live. Making reference to a physical environment in which he was feeling more and more alienated, he says,

“The beauty, the filth, the noise, and the excess, all of it dazzled my senses; there seemed no constraints on originality of lifestyles or the manufacture of desire [my emphasis] …. Beneath the hum, the motion, I was seeing the steady fracturing of the world taking place…. I might wander through Harlem ─ to play on [basketball] courts I’d once read about or hear Jesse Jackson make a speech on 125th [Street]; or, on a rare Sunday morning, to sit in the back pews of Abyssinian Baptist Chruch, lifted by the gospel’s sweet sorrowful song ─ and catch a fleeting glimpse of that thing which I sought. But I had no guide that might show me how to join this troubled world…”

In many ways, his journey had only just begun.

A case study of idealistic and results-oriented travel

Recently, I had the opportunity of re-visiting the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico and having some direct interaction with the Mayan people in their own unique and distinct environment. I also got to meet another young man who, for me, has come to represent the idealism and search for universal meaning through travel that I have referred to above.

His name is Jesús Mesa del Castillo Bermejo. As you may already have suspected, he himself is not Mexican, but Spanish; a young journalist from Barcelona. You may immediately wonder, as did I, what he was doing in Mexico. His story and his achievements are impressive.

Jesús came to Mexico to work with the Mayan people themselves and to set up a non-governmental organization called Kanché, a not-for-profit organization that works with the Mayan people themselves who have established their own tourism industry in this part of Mexico called La Puerta Verde (Green Road). Together, Kanché and La Puerta Verde offer travellers unique indigenous travel experiences and interaction with the Mayan people. Along the way travellers discover the centuries-old wisdom of this ancient civilization, especially in terms of its knowledge base, and its sustainable land use, above all the water resources beneath the surface.

The organization is called Kanché because the Mayan word refers to an apparatus called a germinator which is raised off the ground. In the germinator the Mayan plant seeds so that the sprouts will be protected from animals and insects.

The NGO that Jesús founded is also a germinator ─ of ideas.

Redevelopment and respect

Throughout the world there is a renewed recognition of the wisdom and pragmatism of aboriginal peoples. There is also a renewed emphasis on the art and artistry inherent in their way of life; and in their contributions to human civilization.

As many nations begin to refocus and re-orient their societies, especially in terms of the challenges inherent in their physical environments, and the growing urbanization of human communities everywhere, governments and non-governmental organizations are rediscovering and reaffirming the interdependent relationships to land and sea that indigenous peoples have always had.

Today the Maya are experiencing a renewed sense of themselves; once again their language is being taught in school and no longer are young people hesitant to use it. A renewed awareness of the critical dynamics of eldership and oral history are also now increasingly emphasized.

And this I suspect is what has brought Jesús to live among the Maya.

To hear my conversation with Jesús, click on the following link:

Kanché and Puerta Verde: A Role Model for Alternative, Grassroots, and Indigenous Travel

Other role models and examples of alternative tourism

(a) The Siksika Nation of Alberta: Self-determination, Cultural Affirmation, Land, and Time

A visit to the Siksika Nation (the Blackfoot of Alberta) is a case study of an Aboriginal sense of place that differs in many ways from both the preconceived notions that many of the Europeans held before their arrival, and conceptually different from the European relationship to the land. An encounter (however brief) with the Siksika Nation (and the Blackfoot Crossing National Historic Site) south-east of Calgary, will allow you a glimpse and a new appreciation of this distinct sense of place in part because the physical landscape will have a powerful sensory effect on you. And when you delve into the history and culture of the Siksika, you will discover that the sense of place is inextricably linked to a sense of time.

(b) The Kilim Nature Park and a Langkawi, Malyasia mangrove tour

The Kilim Nature Park on the Island of Langkawi in Malaysia is one of the world’s most important mangrove swamps. Whereas the mountains of the interior of Penang Island were the “lungs of that island,” the 100-square kilometre Kilim mangrove swamps are the filtration plant for Langkawi ─ and beyond. That is how a mangrove swamp works. The Kilim Mangrove Swamps are home to once-in-a-lifetime flora and fauna experiences: Brown Eagles, Mud Skippers (which are still emerging from the primal sludge), Multicoloured Tree Crabs, and my favourite, the Monitor Lizard.

The Kilim Nature Park is also now part of a UNESCO Geopark.

(c) A Great Yukon River Journey with Chris Vetterlein on Lake Lebarge in Canada’s far northwest

Like all great rivers of the world, The Yukon has witnessed many comings and goings. Some anthropologists believe that the Yukon Valley was the main immigration route for North America’s first human inhabitants; those who came across the frozen land bridge, called Beringia between Siberia and Alaska. I should add that some First Nations peoples dispute that theory, preferring their own traditional beliefs that their ancestors originated in North America. But like all great rivers on the planet, The Yukon has nourished human culture in many hues and shades.

(d) The Maori and the Treaty of Waitangi Grounds

At Waitangi in the Bay of Islands, New Zealand (as is the case in much of New Zealand), you can get an appreciation of how Maori culture has played a very prominent role in New Zealand. Especially important is the Treaty of Waitangi which itself established an international precedent. The Treaty made New Zealand a part of the British Empire, guaranteed Maori rights to their land and, at the same time, gave them the rights of British citizens. Still debated to some extent, the Maori consider the treaty a sacred pact; and in New Zealand, Waitangi Day is a public holiday and a significant commemoration.

(e) The Hands of Juan Quezada

In many ways, the road to Mata Ortiz in the northern Mexican state of Chihuahua is a metaphoric journey to a place in which are inherent artistic integrity and the kind of altruism that is essential to integrated communities. For the outsider, this tiny, dusty pueblo in the northwestern corner of Mexico’s largest state seems the least likely place to encounter a world-class artist. Appearances are deceiving however because it is the area’s isolation and desert environs that in fact led to the renaissance of a distinct centuries-old art form. And here I met Juan Quezada, a living national treasure in Mexico.

(f) The Slovenian Tourist Farms

The principles, practices, and values inherent in the Slovenia Tourist Farms organization are not in any way old-fashioned, archaic, nor spent energy. Quite the opposite; they are as relevant today as they have always been. That is the nature of universality. As we discovered during the FIJET Congress in Slovenia, this grassroots tourism business model emphasizes natural resources. And people are also one of those natural resources.

(g) The Engaging World of Voluntourism and Joyce Major

When her children had finished college, Joyce Major set off to rediscover the world. As she herself says, “This passion for life propelled me to fulfill my dream of a year-long trip around the world; but with a twist. I knew that I wanted more than simply being a tourist looking at the world from arms-length. But how could I accomplish my goal to gain a deeper understanding of foreign cultures and benefit local people and the environment at the same time? Voluntourism seemed the perfect solution, combining a sense of adventure with active participation on local projects. It also meant that though traveling solo I would always be a part of a team and meeting new people at the same time.” The end result was her self-published book Smiling at the World.

The photographs in this article were all taken in Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula, among the Maya.

August 14, 2009

44 Countries Answer a Travel Journalist: Finish The Sentence

From Travel Educator Bijan C. Bayne

Vancouver-based Robin “Modern Gonzo” Esrock has traveled the world with three philosophical questions. The answers he has received are listed below:

http://www.moderngonzo.com/finish-the-sentence/

Sometimes life is not a multiple choice, it’s a mirror.

August 12, 2009

The Bronx … Character … and Molly Goldberg

… From Travel Educator Bob Fisher

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Yoo Hoo Mrs. Goldberg

Human theatre comes in many forms; but essential to the human drama that so many distinct travel destinations embody are the elements of character, characterization, and dramatic conflict.

The Borough of The Bronx in New York City is the stage on which many stories have been played out. As one of the initial and principal centres of immigration to the United States – and a multi-ethnic and multicultural one – The Bronx has been one of the major settings for the arrival of immigrants escaping poverty, tyranny, or simply looking for opportunities that circumstances denied them.

And as the character of Molly Goldberg demonstrates (in the multiple senses of the word “character”), the social history of  The Bronx is is one of layers of meaning and meaningfulness.

As a spokesperson for an iconic and diverse community in which the struggle to “fit in” was a constant need and drive, Molly Goldberg (a character created by Gertrude Berg) is in many ways an expression of the survival and flourishing of both the individual and collective self.

As you will hear my friend and colleague Bijan Bayne explain in this podcast, Molly Goldberg became an iconic figure because she represented strength of character and a simple sense of humanity.

To hear my chat with Bijan, click on the audio button at the top of this page.

Aviva Kempner’s Portrait of Molly Goldberg

In her award-winning documentary, Aviva paints a loving portrait of an archetypal figure. In her own words, she says:

“In Yoo-Hoo, Mrs. Goldberg I’m delighted to document the amazing accomplishments of the talented Gertrude Berg.  I am in awe of how this woman would wake up at six in the morning, write her shows, and then go off to the studio to produce. Without missing a beat she seamlessly performed Molly to perfection.  Here is a woman who wrote the most positive portrayal of a Jewish mother and her family during the decades that severely threatened American and European Jewry. It is more amazing still that she crafted such a warm maternal figure in spite of her own mother’s mental illness. Berg created the “perfect mother” she never experienced in her own life.”

For more information on Aviva Kempner’s delightful documentary “Yoo Hoo Mrs. Goldberg,” visit  www.mollygoldbergfilm.org.

To read reviews of the film, click on one of the links below:

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Yoo Hoo Gertrude Berg!

Gertrude Berg was a multitalented woman who learned early on in life to use her intuitive skills and talents  in the comprehensive and interconnected community that early radio and television gave birth to.

For more information on Gertrude Berg herself, see “Gertrude Berg: From Tillie to Molly.”

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Bronx resources and links

I Love the Bronx! (the official website of The Bronx Tourism Council

TV Party and The Remarkable Gertrude Berg

Bronx History and Books on the Bronx

See and hear Molly Goldberg here.

Watch Gertrude Berg as the mystery guest confuse the panelists on the classic TV show “What’s My Line.”

What they are saying about Yoo Hoo Mrs. Goldberg
  • “Yoo-Hoo, Mrs. Goldberg does an exemplary job of celebrating the seminal achievements of Gertrude Berg and reaffirming her status as a broadcasting pioneer.”
  • “An engrossing nostalgia bath … a window into a bygone world.”
  • “A rousing portrait of Berg… inspirational look at one of the key pioneers in both radio and TV…”
  • “Before Oprah, Before Martha, There Was Gertrude Berg”
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borningthebronx

More social history in The Bronx

August 12, 2009

Confessions of a Travel Writer: A Traveling Mama Weighs In

From Travel Educator Bijan C. Bayne

Shannon Hurst Lane opines on “The Travel Channel” reality series pilot “Confessions of a Travel Writer”

http://www.shannonlane.com/confessions-of-a-travel-writer/

Shannon is a member of the collective The Traveling Mamas

August 11, 2009

What is a Press Trip? The Travel Channel Goes Inside

From Travel Educator Bijan C. Bayne

A rare on-camera look at how some travel journalists acquire their stories:

The Travel Channel aired a show last night about a press trip (media tour) that brought a group of unassociated writers to Chile. It isn’t all glitz and glamour- tracking down compelling story angles requires time management, playing nice with other journalists, early hours, and a keen eye for important detail. As the t.v. tour participant Runnette put it, it is not the case that travel journalists are “…always on vacation…”- we are never on vacation (travel is our job). One cannot merely extinguish the “Educator” element one one’s persona when visiting a destination for a wedding, conference, or see an old friend.

For more information, see “Find Out What Happens When 5 Travel Writers Get In Front of The Camera.”

The writer through whose POV the tour is seen, provides more detail here:

http://www.worldhum.com/features/travel-interviews/interview-with-charles-runnette-confessions-of-a-travel-writer-20090810/

August 5, 2009

Kelly Westhoff Discovers The Lost City Of Z

Tales of lost cities (especially those promising gold) have lured men since European colonial times. Travel Educator Kelly Westhoff has found “The Lost City Of Z” a compelling read:

http://www.gonomad.com/theerfiles/2009/08/lost-city-of-z-by-david-grann.html#links