Saturday, June 11, 2016

Blogging For Myself

Blogging is a fantastic tool for people of various writing skill levels to express themselves and be heard.  It is also an opportunity for anyone with an internet connection to hear the written opinions of other people from around the world whether they are professional journalists or not.  I've seen blogs take many different forms.  Some people blog because they want to voice their opinions on certain topics that are important to them.  Others blog to make the world more aware of them despite what they have to say.  They enjoy the exposure they receive from blogging.  Some blog just to stay in touch with people they know.  And yet others do it as a stepping stone on the way to becoming a professional writer.

Initially, I started blogging to keep in touch.  When I lived in Uganda, blogging was an easy way for me to disseminate information about my life to all my friends and family at one time through one single outlet.  Over time my reasons for blogging evolved.  Once I returned to the U.S. and stopped blogging so much about my daily life, I stopped making it so well known that I was still blogging.  I don't like forcing my opinions and thoughts on my friends and family.  So I blogged just for those who sought out such reading.  Nowadays, I see my blog more as my own personal journal.  It is an outlet for me to organize and reflect on my thoughts on various topics.  I like the idea that there are people out there that may care or be interested in reading such things.  I often find myself reading over my old blog posts and rethinking the way I may feel about certain topics.  My blog is no longer about other people reading, but about me writing it and what I gain from the experience.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Book Review: First They Killed My Father

Lately I've been reading a lot about South East Asia.  I'm not exacting sure what spurred my interest there.  Maybe it's because my aunt, who I am very close with, is from Cambodia and I hope to go there some day.  Maybe it's because of the class I audited in the Fall, which discussed the political situations in many of these countries, and I want to learn more.  Or maybe it's because this is the region I focus on at work.  Nonetheless, I've found myself reading quite extensively specifically about Cambodia and Myanmar (aka Burma).

In looking for my next book to seek out at the library, I was looking for more information on the Cambodian genocide that occurred between 1975 and 1979.  I had read a couple other books about Cambodia, but nothing specifically detailing the genocide, which seems to have had quite the impact on modern day Cambodia, which is among the poorest countries in South East Asia.  First They Killed My Father by Loung Ung found its way to the top of many lists of books on this subject, so I figured if I wanted to know more that this was the book to read.


This book was written by a woman who, along with the rest of her family suffered through the four years of terror inflicted by the Khmer Rouge.  Loung was only five years old when her family had to leave their happy life in Phnom Penh to go live out in the countryside.  She describes in great detail the horrors that they suffered.  Throughout the four years her family moved and separated several times.  There were parts of this ordeal where it was safer for Loung to pretend to be an orphan and live in an orphan work camp, but she eventually made her way back to her family and in the end to the United States.

It amazes me how she managed to bring herself to write this book about such an experience that a child of that age (or anyone, for that matter) should never have to go through.  I appreciated that she went back to describe things that, at the time, I'm sure, she didn't understand.  This book was very well written and it brings together facts, Loung's story, and the genuine perspective of a little girl.

Stories like this make you wonder how people survived the horrible conditions they were subjected to in places like Cambodia, but from this book you can truly tell the fire and persistence that Loung had and probably still has inside herself.  This is what saved her.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Taxi Cabs

I'm the kind of person who avoids taking taxis.  I feel like every time I'm taking a taxi its like I'm cheating.  Not that there is anything wrong with this mode of transportation, but there is usually a cheaper way to get where I'm going and with a somewhat tight budget, cheaper is typically better.

But there is something about taking taxis that I find fascinating.  It's what the taxi driver tries to talk to you about while he or she is taking you where you need to go.  Many taxi rides are somewhat short, so when you end up in a very deep somewhat specific conversation with a taxi driver, it's probably no coincidence.  Taxi drivers want to preach about what is important to them just as anyone else would.  So when they have an audience for a limited amount of time, they have to get right to the point.  Most of the time I don't really want to talk to my taxi driver, but when I do engage with them, I often find it truly fascinating.

These are people whom we don't think of as intellectuals, but they can hold a conversation about politics or society like anyone else I know.  Many of them are also foreigners.  So you can almost always ask your taxi driver where they are from.  This often spurs some interesting conversations, especially if you are an avid traveler like me.  One time I found myself telling my Ethiopian taxi driver about when I traveled to Ethiopia.

I guess what I'm ultimately trying to say is that you shouldn't take taxi drivers for granted.  They may be the most interesting person you interact with all day or even all week.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Entitlement

I recently came across a statistic that said that 38% of Americans have a valid passport.  38%.  When I heard this I started bringing it up in conversation with various people in my life.  Some of them thought that it sounded somewhat high and were surprised that it was so many.  Others thought it was low and should've been more.  I lean toward the latter.  I think it's kind of sad that not more Americans want to travel internationally.  Obviously 38% is not the percentage of Americans who have ever left the U.S., because many people may have had a passport in the past, but do not have a valid one at the moment.  I don't blame them if they have no further intent to travel abroad.  At least they have in the past.  For me, I like to always have a valid passport.  I never know when I may want to take a spontaneous trip.

Upon further thinking on this topic, I realized that probably only about half of all Americans have ever left the country.  That means that the other half have never been outside the U.S. to experience what else this world has to offer and many of these people never will.  In light of the upcoming presidential election, I don't think this is very fair.  These people who have never left the country get to vote for those who ultimately decide the fate of this planet.  Many people, even if they have traveled abroad, are often uninformed or misinformed.  There are so many Americans that just don't understand what happens in this world and why it should matter to them.

When I was living in Uganda, one day in the staff room at school Obama came on the TV.  I honestly don't even remember what he was talking about that day but it was the only part of that news broadcast where the entire room fell silent.  President Museveni, Uganda's president, could have come on the news and no one would have cared, but when Obama talks people around the world listen.  After that news segment was over, one of the other teachers looked at me and said "Our president.  Obama decides so much of what happens in this world, so he is not just your president, but our president too."  He wasn't saying this is a bitter way at all.  He was very proud.  Most Ugandans love Obama.  But it really struck me that that is how he felt.  He realized that Obama's impact is felt worldwide.

This all leads me to ask: Why do we as Americans get to vote for those who decide the fate of the world and others don't?  What makes us so special?

Honestly the answer is that we were privileged enough to be born here.  We hit the genetic lottery.  So when Americans act entitled because of their status as U.S. citizens, they need to be reminded that they didn't do anything special to get here.  They just happened to be lucky.  Maybe someday all will be fair in the world with some greater form of global governance.  As for now, appreciate your rights as citizens of the most powerful country in the world.  None of us should take that lightly.





Note: I should add the caveat that most people I know and associate with on a regular basis have valid U.S. passports and/or have traveled abroad.  Because of this my perception may be a little skewed or bias, so take this post as you will.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

New Year's Resolution: Making Ourselves Feel Bad About Ourselves in March?

Starting a new year is an interesting thing.  It is a time when people seem to focus on making changes in their lives and vowing to be better than they were in the previous year.  But really, what made things so different?  Are we really that much farther away from the previous year on January 1st than we were on December 31st?

I've always taken a little bit of issue with the idea of celebrating New Year's Eve.  It is one of those holidays where everyone tries to make you feel lame when you don't have plans or you don't stay up until midnight.  As time goes on, I've started to care less and less about what others think.  Due to this lack of caring, I had a pretty great New Year's this year.  I reorganized the furniture in my bedroom, I watched a movie, and I went to bed at 10:30.  This was also the first year I managed to not feel guilty about my choose of plans.  In the past, I usually tried to make plans and sometimes I would succeed.  But then I would be tired or the idea of having a good time would be too forced and my night would end up being disappointing.  I'm thinking next year it might be nice to spend the evening with a few close friends as a time to enjoy those that you love (with no pressure to make it to midnight), but maybe this will change over the course of the year.

As for changing ourselves in the new year, I often wonder where this comes from.  When did people decide that January 1st was a time to celebrate and a time to vow to better?  I guess this question can go along with others like: why is the Spring a time for major cleaning? or, why is Thanksgiving and Christmas a time to be with family?  Over the years, I've started to notice the insignificance of many of our commonly celebrated holiday.  Honestly, there were some holidays that I never understood; queue Groundhogs Day?!

Sometimes I think the idea of New Year's resolutions and being better people is a matter of getting swept up with the crowd.  As others do it, you feel the need to follow along.  It seems like a good idea so we all try it.  Personally, the timing was just right for me to call my diet a New Year's resolution.  I was waiting until after all the eating of the holidays before I got back on the band wagon.  Although the problem with most people is that they don't keep their resolutions all year.  Maybe they work out for a couple months and then quit.  How does this make us better people?  If you ask me, New Year's resolutions typically make us eventually feel worse about ourselves because we prove to be quitters.  I guess this is partly why I can't consider my diet a New Year's resolution, because it will probably only take me a couple months to reach my goal weight.  Instead, it is just a diet where the beginning of it happened to coincide with New Year's (in fact, I actually started dieting on December 29th).

So as you make your New Year's resolutions this year, seriously think about what you're vowing to do.  Is it doable?  Will it make you feel better about yourself?  Are you doing it for you?  If you answered no to any of these questions, I'd suggest rethinking whether or not you really need a New Year's resolution this year at all.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Wanderlust

Wanderlust.  Most people would define this term as the strong desire to travel.  Me, on the other hand; I like to think of it as the will power it takes to stay grounded.  There is a big difference between people who like to travel and those who find it as something that is completely ingrained in who they are.  I think only those who have the strongest sense of wanderlust can understand the difference.

I always find there to be moments where you feel like you could just take off.  Sometimes it's an email about a specific opportunity to work or volunteer abroad.  Other times it's just a certain aspect of American culture that you find seriously troubling.  For me, many times it's a yearning for the simplicity of another time and place.  In the U.S. we get so caught up in our 9 to 5 lifestyle that we forget how simple life can and often should be.  I keep telling myself that I'm going to be in DC forever.  I focus on work and I've built a certain social life for myself here.  But I can't help but wonder if there will eventually be a moment of weakness that will lead me somewhere else.

The funny thing about wanderlust is that often once you get to where it is you think you're going, you suddenly feel the desire to go somewhere else.  It's a feeling that never seems to be fulfilled.  For people with true wanderlust, the feeling is never really satiated.  I often find that once I get to where I think I want to be, I have the desire to go home.  Once I get home, I have the desire to go somewhere else.  I think you can only really enjoy your travels if you relieve yourself from them at some point.  This usually means going home.  You don't want traveling to become your norm because then it can take away from how special and moving it can be.

Most people who have a serious sense of wanderlust appreciate the experiences that they have, not the things they see.  I've traveled with many different kinds of people, the ones I've found the most disconcerting are the ones that want to go somewhere or see something so that they can go home and tell others that they did.  I often wonder if these people enjoy traveling at all.  When I travel, what I do is never reliant on being able to tell others about it.  I go and I do so that I can experience things for myself.  More and more lately I've even been taking less and less pictures.  I read somewhere that you remember things better if you don't take pictures.  And even the pictures I do take, I often don't show people most of them.  Traveling is such a personal thing for me that I often like to keep it that way.  That's not to say I won't give you advice on places I've been if you are planning a trip, but sometimes when people ask me about a trip I just got back from, I give very general answers.  Unless you have specific questions, you might not get much information out of me.  I don't do this on purpose.  I'm not holding back just for the sake of it, but I think I don't know how to sum up experiences that are so unique.  This is also why it often takes me a while to blog about a trip.  I never know what to say to properly capture the experience I had.

The interesting thing about wanderlust is that the more you travel, the stronger your sense of wanderlust becomes.  Sometimes I think if I could just stay here long enough my desire or need to travel will disappear, but I think the reality is that it won't.  You can't deny who you are.  Wanderlusters are always hungry for more.



Monday, November 23, 2015

The Land of Fire and Ice

People who get the travel bug never seem to stop traveling.  And when they do, it's usually only temporary.  2014 was a bad year for my wanderlust.  Outside of a brief one night trip to Canada to see a baseball game, I was fairly grounded in the U.S.  This was mostly due to my beyond busy schedule and my lack of funds.  However, I feel that 2015 has since made up for my temporary lull in traveling.  So far this year, I've been to Israel, China...and now Iceland.

A friend of mine turned 30 last November and she decided that one way to celebrate her 30th year would be to go see the Northern Lights in Iceland.  Initially I loved this idea, but with work and school last November, I would not have been able to go.  Luckily for me, none of my friends managed to get it together to go last year.  So now, a year later, we made the trip.

It was decided that we would go for four nights (flying out on a Friday night and returning on Wednesday).  To me, this just wasn't long enough.  Seeing how I had the vacation time and the flight was the same price whether I came back on Wednesday or Thursday, I decided to stay that extra day by myself.  But first things first, my first four days in Iceland were spent with seven of my closest friends from Philly.

After not sleeping all night on the flight, of course we would spend all day seeing the town of Reykjavik.  And yes, I mean town.  There are only 300,000 people that live in the entire country of Iceland and 200,000 of them live in the Reykjavik area.  This makes the Reykjavik metro area only about a third of the size of DC (just the city, not the DC metro area).  To me, that is nothing more than a town.  But Reykjavik was a cute town at that.  I particularly loved the multi-colored roofs on the houses.



After spending most of the day in Reykjavik seeing the sites, we returned to where we were staying (a nice little flat we got on Airbnb) to shower, nap, and relax for a while.  But after a couple hours of cat napping, we hit the town again.  This time for dinner and drinks.  To me this was our most epic meal of the trip.  Four of us ordered the "Icelandic Feast" which included such delicacies as whale, puffin, reindeer, and lamb topped off with some Icelandic skyr for dessert.  I have to say, there wasn't anything I didn't like.

Grilled Char, Puffin, and Whale

Our second day was full of adventure and relaxing.  We started off by going ATVing.  Our ATV tour took us all the way to the coast and back.  Despite the fact that it was freezing, ATVing is always loads of fun.  After the two hour ATV tour, we made our way to the Blue Lagoon, which is one of Iceland's most popular hot springs.  Now I was skeptical about putting on my bathing suit and going out into the frigid weather, especially when I always seemed to be freezing with all my layers on, but there was something about the Blue Lagoon.  It seemed to warm you up from your core.  When we left the Blue Lagoon, I was not at all cold, even though now my hair was wet.  At that moment, there was nothing about Iceland that was cold.

The next day was when we really started touring around.  We drove the entire Golden Circle that day, seeing many of the main sites in Thingvellir National Park.  This trip had a lot of pretty scenery, but I have to admit that this was my least favorite day of my trip.



On Tuesday, we set out driving again.  This time we headed south.  Along our journey we saw many waterfalls and even one of the black sand beaches, but the real gem was at the very end of the day when we saw the glacier lagoon.  The ice was so blue and it just seemed like one of those moments in time where everything was standing still.  It was totally worth the 5 hour drive it took to get there (and another 5 hours back).  This was my last day to spend with all my friends before they left to go home.  I think the glacier lagoon was a good way for them to end their trip.  Unfortunately, not due to lack of trying, we did not see the Northern Lights while they were there.  We really tried to find them, but there was usually too much cloud cover to see any of the pretty colors in the sky.


Black Sand Beach in the town of Vik


Glacier Lagoon

The next morning I set off on my own little journey.  Now I was flying solo and I was ready to experience a little more of Iceland.  I had arranged a tour that left at 8 o'clock Wednesday morning and it took me to Snaefellsnes Peninsula. Honestly I wasn't even exactly sure what I was gonna see on the tour, but I was excited.  All I knew was that I would get to see the Snaefellsnes Volcano, which is the setting for the beginning of Jules Verne's A Journey to the Center of the Earth.  This day just seemed to be filled with pit stops to see pretty scenery of snow capped mountains.  Some added bonuses included seeing seals and some amazing rock formations on the coast.  To top it all off, on the way back to Reykjavik, we managed to see the Northern Lights.  I didn't see much, but what I did see was out of this world!

Snaefellsnes Volcano






Overall, my adventures in Iceland were quite amazing despite the freezing cold weather and the bitter winds.  I know it is called the land of fire and ice, but all I really saw was ice most of the time.  However, I think the true testament to how amazing Iceland really is lies in the fact that I hate the cold weather, but I still liked Iceland.  That says a lot.



Fun Facts:
No one lives in the center of Iceland; everyone lives on the coast.
Beer was illegal in Iceland until 1989.
Iceland was the 40th country I've been to.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

China

Back in July my work sent me to Beijing for three weeks.  I spent most of my time working, touring around Beijing, and shopping.  I won't bore you with the specific details because I spent most of my free time doing what everyone else who travels to Beijing does.  However, I did spend a whole weekend at the Great Wall and I had quite a fabulous experience.  So in this post, I'll focus mostly on that side trip.

Ever since I arrived in Beijing I was looking for a particular experience at the wall (in China, the Great Wall is often simply referred to as the wall).  I didn't want to go to the restored, overly touristy parts of the wall.  It was too ordinary for my liking.  So when one of my coworkers started telling a couple of us about a really unique trip she took to the wall, my interest was peaked.  This coworker of mine went for a "Wild Wall Weekend" with William Lindesay and his family.

William Lindesay is a British man who now lives in Beijing with his Chinese wife and their two teenage sons.  William is considered one of the world's experts on the Great Wall and he is also a big advocate of conservation of the wall.

Our weekend started off with us getting picked up at our hotel on Friday afternoon after work.  We then drove for about 2 hours out to "the Barracks," which is how the Lindesay's refer to their residence near the wall.  While we were there, the Lindesay's treated us like we were their personal guests.  We ate with the family and they engaged us with many of their stories of the wall.

On our first full day there, we woke up at around 3 AM because we had to leave the barracks by 3:30.  To many people, this seems absurd, but considering it was summertime at the wall, it made perfect sense.  If we went out for a hike later in the day, we would be caught in the worst heat of the day.  So we started our hike at around 3:30 and hiked up to the wall.  Once we reached the wall, we started to hike along the wall.  At some points the wall was so steep, I found myself holding on to the wall with at least one hand in order to work my way along the wall.  This was by far the most difficult hike we did that weekend, but it was incredible.  We eventually made our way back to the barracks where a full breakfast was waiting for us.  After eating and bathing, we were then told to go nap through the hottest part of the day.  I couldn't have agreed more.



After napping and having a little lunch, William's wife took us on a short hike (or a stroll, as they referred to it) to a lookout point about 2.5 kilometers from the barracks.  The rest of the evening was spent relaxing, eating, and socializing.  It was incredible how we could ask William almost anything about the wall.  He was unbelievably knowledgeable and able to answer any question.

On Sunday morning, we again got up at 3 AM and left the barracks by 3:30.  Our hike on Sunday was a little shorter and a little easier than Saturday morning.  We hiked up to a different part of the wall this time.  Just like the day before, once we got to the wall, we hiked along the wall and then back to the barracks.  We returned by around 9 AM.  After we got back we had some breakfast/lunch and then we packed up and headed back to Beijing.



Over the entire weekend, we were hiking and climbing parts of the Arrow Nock (Jiankou) part of the wall.  The China Daily has referred to this part of the wall as the most dangerous part to hike unless you are with an experienced guide.  It is completely unrestored and it is often overgrown.  I felt like that's what gave it part of its charm.  It is the same exact wall that those of the Ming Dynasty used so many years ago.  Despite the danger and the challenge, it was completely worth it.

This was not only an incredible adventure, but it was also completely unique.  The only way you can go on a wild wall weekend is if you know someone who went.  William does not advertise these weekends at all.  It all started after he hosted a friend of his for the weekend.  Later that friend told William that he had a few friends who would like to come visit as well and that William could charge them a little something.  Now anyone who goes on a wild wall weekend can pass along William's contact info to friends and acquaintances for them to go on a similar adventure as well.  This is a great way to keep these weekend trips rather unique.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Israel

Late last year my dad came to me to discuss going on vacation.  My parents were about to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary in 2015 and he wanted to take my mom on a trip to commemorate this milestone.  Before I even got a chance to think about it, he proposed going to either Israel or Hawaii.  Most people think that these are two totally random, extremely different places.  I can't agree more; however, my mom has talked about how she has wanted to go to both, so they seemed like appropriate options.  My dad then asked me what I thought and if I had any other ideas.  Quite honestly, I couldn't have come up with anything much better.  Considering my mom's lack of desire to travel terribly far, I suggested Israel because I felt like it was just a little closer and I knew they could get a direct flight from Philadelphia to Tel Aviv.  My dad was also fully aware that he would struggle to plan this trip on his own.  He also knew that I would enjoy planning it and that I would do a stellar job.  In addition, he was unable to deny the fact that if I was planning the trip, I would definitely want to come with.  And if he was taking me, he should also invite my brother as well.  That's how this slightly off-the-beaten-track vacation began.

First, a little bit about Israel...For those who are unaware, Israel is a small country about the size of New Jersey located among some of the world's most volatile countries in the Middle East.  It is also one of the most resilient and astounding countries I have even seen.  It never ceases to amaze me how not only was this country completely unphased by all the unrest around it, but it was also able to thrive economically leap-frogging in a way in which it's economy will soon enough converge with the world's more advanced countries.  I had never seen anything like it.  If you would like to learn more about Israel's incredible advancement, I would highly suggest reading Start-up Nation: The Story of Israel's Economic Miracle by Dan Senor and Saul Singer.  This book not only helped explain how Israel's economy grew, but also gave some great incite into the mindset of the Israeli people, their way of life, and how they view the world.  I read this before I went, and so many things made much more sense to me than they would have otherwise.

As for my trip, we started in Tel Aviv where we spent our first night.  Then we took a three day tour which took us up to the northern part of the country.  While there we approached both the Lebanese and Syrian borders, briefly saw the towns of Tiberias and Hafia, watched the sunrise over the Sea of Galilee, and learned endless amounts about Israel's tumultuous history.

Hafia

Acco (Near the Lebanese Border)

The Lebanese Border
(You're not allowed to take pictures of the actual border crossing)

The Syrian Border



The Sea of Galilee

The Ancient City of Beit Shean


After this first tour, we were left off in Jerusalem.  For this part of the trip I decided to go a bit more ad hoc.  We spent the majority of our time in Jerusalem without a tour guide, leading ourselves around this incredible ancient city.  Jerusalem, East Jerusalem in particular, amazed me due to its melding of religions.  At one point we found ourselves on the narrow streets of the old city listening to the Franciscan monks recite the stations of the cross, while simultaneously hearing the Islamic call to prayer in the near distance, all the while being in a country that is 75 percent Jewish.  You always hear about all this fighting that occurs in this part of the world, but we rarely ever saw it.

The Western Wall with the Dome of the Rock in the Background

The Church of the Holy Sepulchre


The Church of Pater Noster
(The "Our Father" in different languages)

The View of the Old City from the Mount of Olives


One day while we were in Jerusalem, we took a day trip to the Dead Sea and Masada.  Masada is an ancient fortress that was built on a plateau above the Dead Sea by Herod the Great roughly two thousand years ago.  It's amazing how something like that can still be there today.  And as many people may know, you go to the Dead Sea for one reason only...to float.  The water is so salty that you immediately bounce back to the surface.  However you also come out covered in this salty slime that is truly disgusting.

Masada

The View of the Dead Sea from Masada


After spending five nights in Jerusalem, it was time to depart for our next adventure.  We took another three day tour to southern Israel and Jordan.  We drove all the way south to Eilat on the Red Sea.  Then we spent the second day of the tour crossing the border into Jordan to go to Petra.  Petra was where I truly found my physical limits.  We walked two and a half miles downhill through terrain that was often rocky or sandy.  Then, although some people opted to pay for a ride back up (**Cough Cough** Mom and Dad), me and my brother decided to walk all the way back up to the entrance.  None of this would have been that bad had we not been on a rather strict time frame and had it not been 95 degrees outside.  Nonetheless, I think Petra may have been my favorite part of the whole trip.  And finally on the third day of this tour we traveled back up to Tel Aviv through the Negev Desert making a few stops including one at the desert home of David Ben Gurion, the first prime minister of Israel.  I do believe it was his unique vision that has led Israel to be what it is today.

The Coral Reef in the Red Sea

The Treasury at Petra



Statue of Ben Gurion


Once back in Tel Aviv, we spent one last day lounging by the beach and taking in the sun, the sand, and the sea, before departing to come back to the states.

Overall, I think it was a fantastic trip!  There was only one bombing while we were there and it was in Gaza (a place most tourists would never go).  The Israeli people are not only astounding in their own right, but they are some of the most grateful and gracious people I've ever met.  Everywhere we went our tour guides were constantly thanking us for choosing to visit Israel, which, compared to many other destinations, is quite expensive and often not considered the safest place to go.  That being said, whether you are Catholic or Jewish, religious or not so religious, Israel is such an incredible country to go see and experience in all its glory!

Monday, July 27, 2015

What is a Country?

When I think of all the places I've been on this Earth, I have all these fantastic memories of countries and cities, national parks and exotic landscape.  To me, the different places I've been all seem to blend together.  Probably in the same way that the world actually blends across national borders, as opposed to the way we often think of it as a hard stop of one culture and landscape to something entirely different on the other side of the fence.  However, no matter how I think of my adventures, there really should be some way to quantify exactly (or really not so exactly) how much I've travelled in my lifetime or how far I've been or how many places I've visited.

The way I've been referring to where I've been is in the form of how many countries I've been to.  This has some obvious restrictions due to the vastly varying sizes of the countries of world.  For example, I've been to Luxembourg City, which is the capital of the small state of Luxembourg.  I've also been to Beijing, which is the capital of China, one of the world's largest countries.  To say that I've seen the same amount of Luxembourg as I've seen of China would be an obvious inaccuracy.  It should be obvious that I've seen a much larger percentage of Luxembourg than I did of China.  Granted these two countries are just extreme examples on opposite ends of the spectrum.  There are also much more moderately sized countries that I've travelled through extensively.  So the ultimate question is, how do we balance all of this into one accurate form of measurement?

The answer is that we can't easily do that.  I suppose I could tell you how many cities I've been to.  That may be more accurate, but what about all the places that I've been that aren't cities.  As you can see, this is quite difficult.  This is why I choose to stick to my method of counting countries, depsite all of its caveats and flaws.

That being said, I realized this morning that even this method can swing in one direction or the other.  As many of my friends already know, I've been looking forward to the milestone of 40 countries.  After visiting China, I only need one more country to hit the 40 country mark.  However, I noticed that I may have already hit that number.  It depends on what you consider a country.

You may be wondering how I could be debating such a simple thing, but when you really get down to it, it's a confusing qualification.  Most people would go with the United Nations member countries; however, there are several states that are often overwhelming argued to be countries that are not member countries of the UN for various reasons.  The one least argued about is Vatican City, which has voluntarily opted out of being a member country of the UN to remain neutral due to its religous base.  Yet despite its lack of membership in the UN, barely anyone would question whether or not the Vatican is a country.  Others are a bit more debateable but are usually still considered countries, such as Kosovo and Taiwan.

When I'm determining for myself 'what is a country,' I generally like to go with the Sporcle rules.  Sporcle is a quiz website and it has its own classification of what is a country and what is not.  Sporcle accepts all UN member countries without any questions.  It also accepts several other countries, which are determined on a somewhat individual basis.  Outside of the UN member countries, Sporcle accepts Vatican City, Kosovo, Taiwan, and Palestine.  So due to Sporcle's somewhat recent acceptance of Palestine, by these rules, I've already been to 40 countries!

Now whether I should really count Palestine as a seperate country from Israel, I'm not sure.  Because I've travelled around Israel, I have basically been to Palestine as well.  This one is tricky because Palestine doesn't necessarily have agreed upon borders.  So to say I've been somewhere when we can't even determine where that somewhere is is drawing on many shades of gray.  This leaves me wondering...have I really been to 40 countries or just 39?  I'll have to think some more on this one and for now I'm still looking forward to hitting #40!