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Monday, April 30, 2012

From Turkey: Taksi Mad Lib Awesomeness

First of all yes, they are Taksis. Not taxis. 'X' is a strange letter and should be eradicated anyways. Glad we're on the same page.

Second of all (also) yes, Istanbul is magnificent and still by far my favorite city in the world. Indubitably.

Third of all (also indubitably) yes, Turkish Taksis are everything that you hear about from your crazy, wild-haired aunt that went to Turkey once and can't stop talking about it. Exhilarating. Terrifying. Cheap. Maddening. Or is it madlib-ening?

Today's ride was definitely the latter. My father - the consummate Müdür Bey (Mr. Manager), diplomat, and man o' the people - loves chatting with taksi drivers. Loves it.

And the conversation always goes a little like this:

"__________________.
  heartfelt lamentation

Things are definitely not like they were in the
____________________... 
non-descript time period

_______________
 proper noun-place                                     

used to be better when
________________________  
noun-preferably sentimental

and _____________________
       noun-a little more edgy

used to be around there.

That  ______________________
            derogatory adjective

_______________________
person-usually gov't official 

really ________________________________!
           verb you can't say in front of grandma

Vah vah vah..."

Because I like madlibs, I'll take the first stab (which might or might not be a direct quote from today's taksi cab ride):

"I don't know what's happening to our country these days. Things are definitely not like they were in the past... Pera Palas (one of Istanbul's oldest hotels) used to be better when Turkish patriots and non-Arabs used to be around there. That sneaky bastard (liberal translation from Turkish) Erdoğan really f&%$ed things up! Vah vah vah..."

Go ahead, give it a try!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

And the adventure begins...!

As some of you know, Lauren and I are about to head out (on Friday to be exact) on an epic trip from/to DC, heading east. As it stands at the moment, we're planning on visiting the following countries in the next 3 months:

  • Turkey
  • India
  • Bhutan
  • Thailand
  • Cambodia
  • Laos
  • Vietnam
  • Burma/Myanmar
  • Australia
  • New Zealand
  • Japan
Although we have tentative dates, we have purposefully not planned everything out because we'd prefer to wing it, go with the flow, shoot from the hip, etc. Notable exceptions to this not planning tomfoolery include getting a visa for India (an extremely annoying process by the way, especially if you are unemployed vagabonds like us with no address to speak of - if you're traveling to India, make sure and get your visa sorted out well in advance...) and getting a tour company to organize everything (visa, flight, accommodation, etc.) for our stopover in the Dragon Kingdom.

 

For those that didn't know, I recently left my job in East Africa in anticipation of said journey and before moving to the northeast (of the US that is). Now you know and we can be friends. And, now that we are friends, if you are currently in any one of the aforementioned places over the next three months feel free to comment or drop me an email/facebook message/tweet/homing pigeon/etc.

 

I plan to use TTT as a travel blog of sorts over the next three months, so check back in periodically to hear of our shenanigans, view the no-doubt mountains of photos (including photos of mountains) I will be taking at picasaweb.google.com/eyayboke, and/or put off having to write 246 TPS reports about widgets manufactured in China.

 

For the tech nerds out there, I have decided to only take my iPad on the trip to handle all computing needs (of course I still have the Galaxy S and an obnoxious amount of camera equipment too). As someone who is generally attached at the hip to my MacBook Pro, this is a fairly monumental decision. I recently downloaded the iPhoto and Blogsy (from where I am uploading this post) apps to help me along the way. If you have any other recommendations please do drop them in the comments.

 

Ta ta for now and stay tuned!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Obama Ruined Kenya

Those were the exact words of our increasingly belligerent cab driver on the Kenyan coast last weekend; probably the most ridiculous of what was an hour-long ride full of ridiculous comments that has inspired me not just to discuss the idiocy of said driver, but also the very real (and unrealistic) expectations the world has for Barack Obama.

In other (somewhat related) news... last weekend was, in one word, amazing! A beautiful house on the beach with 14 of my closest current and past Juba friends playing ultimate frisbee against other teams from East Africa. And to top it all off, the upstart "Juba Oil Barrens" (pun intended) got second place in the FEAST tournament!

Alas, the wonderful weekend had to end and it was on the ride back to the Mombasa airport from our small slice of heaven in Tiwi that we met Mike the Driver.

Mike started off by arriving 30 minutes late to pick us up. Par for the course I guess. He asked where we were from and, in our not-fully-awake-and-possibly-still-a-bit-under-the-influence state we told him generally that we were from the US (only half true for me but at the time I wasn't concerned about details). Big mistake.

After laughing and saying that he liked America, Mike started on an anti-Obama rant that was as confusing as it was ridiculous, littered with statements like "we have 100 students per classroom and Obama hasn't done anything to help" and "there are no health centers outside Nairobi and it's Obama's fault" and "look how bad this road is - what has Obama done to fix it?" and (my favorite) "Obama ruined Kenya"!

Don't blame Obama for your problems was all I could muster with thinly veiled disgust in response to the last one as we finally neared the airport. I'd kept my cool for nearly the entire hour and I was nearing my breaking point.

But Mike's ridiculousness does bring up at least a couple points.

Firstly, as a wise woman pointed out to me afterwards, Kenyan culture greatly values service to your community and honor to your forefathers. Obama's father was Kenyan, therefore Obama himself is Kenyan and thus has an obligation to serve his community. He is Kenya's father now, despite the fact that he is, oh by the way, President of the (decidedly not Kenyan) United States of America. The fact that he hasn't talked much at all about Kenya (much less traveled there) is not understood by people like Mike as something that is politically sensitive in the US (I didn't even dare bring up our own birthers lest I start some sort of international crazy person convention). To Mike, these American political nuances are nothing more than Obama ignoring his roots and not taking care of his community. Unacceptable.

Secondly, the whole world (including those who voted for him in 2008) had exceedingly high expectations for an Obama presidency. To his discredit, the man did nothing to downplay them during the campaign, essentially setting himself up for failure at some level.

Back when the readership of this blog was approximately one person (to be fair it hasn't come all that far since then...), I endorsed Barack Obama, also expressing some concern:
I worry that he will be unable to overcome Washington, DC, a tough city full of vindictive and power-hungry people, waiting for the opportunity to smile to your face then stab you in the back. I doubt it's much different in other capital cities of the world; the center of politics is also undoubtedly the center of malpractice. Those with power often fear losing it more than using it effectively to make everything around them better. Such is my fear for Obama. He is so fresh, so inspiring, so un-jaded by it all... I hope he never looses that honest look and the ability to to rally those around him much like another young president did at the height of the Cold War.
Well, four years and health care, slow economic recovery, tea party, etc. later, Obama has had trouble living up to the lofty goals everyone (including him) set for his presidency. At some level this is not surprising. No one could have lived up to that kind of hype. But it's undeniable that he himself is a divisive figure, whether by his own fault or not (I won't go there... yet). The grand Obama experiment where everyone comes together from all backgrounds, political persuasions, etc. and sings a 1930s African-American spiritual together while holding hands... well... let's just say we're not there.

(Speaking of crazy people...) Now that Santorum has finally decided to wake up and smell the coffee, the pressure is finally back on Obama. It's up to him to prove to voters that the dream is still alive and that progress is still possible. Should he win, he's likely to face an increasingly polarized Congress in his next fours years, so Barry, don't rely on the opposition to throw you any bones. He has to prove to us that, despite the animosity, something can be accomplished. This will be a delicate exercise in managing expectations while still garnering excitement for the future. No easy task in today's America.

As Mike was dropping us off he wisely backed off the rhetoric and asked if we'd be back in Mombasa anytime soon...?

Unfortunately, that's not likely Mike.


"Well, if you do you can just ask for Mike at the airport and I'll give you a ride" says the worst cab driver in history.

Hmm. We'll go ahead and add that to the list of things that won't be happening. Ever.