eastern travel log
Where I’ve been, in alphabetical order. Includes Oceania. UNDER CONSTRUCTION
China
I also made a zine (printable version only).
Beijing
Visit: 2016
From my exploration of a retricted, unrestored section of the Great Wall.
Shanghai
Visit: 2016
Shanghai’s Pearl Tower at night.
Xi’an
Visit: 2016
New Zealand
Visit: 2015
In addition to the videos below, I also made a zine (printable version only).
Bonus: layover in Sydney
I know, Australia and New Zealand are different. I would liken it to the relationship between Canadians and Americans. One is smaller, cooler, and chiller, and less economically powerful, than the other. Funnily enough, when I was in NZ, I walked up to a Canadian and asked her where in the US she was from XD and then we spent the rest of the day together
From my layover in Sydney:
North Island
The Sky
Here, the sky is close.
The cold stars blow through my hair,
Just out of my reach.
Rugged
A rugged landscape:
Foreboding mountains and seas
Never cede domain.
A sunny view while tramping north of Wellington.
Distant
Distant mountain peaks
Over supple, lively green
And my lack of words
A dormant volcano through a bus window, with the sun setting behind it.
It Sets
The sun sets orange light
Upon the rugged path, bright
Soon to rise again.
Rotorua.
Hills
Aching feet keep step
With the insistent rhythm
Of a boy's schedule.
It's uphill one way
Downhill and uphill again
Endless hills of green
Pain, now forgotten:
This unfathomable beauty
Heals body and soul.
Wellington
Wellington, a haiku
Candles on mountains;
The flickering light of lives
Glowing by the sea
Blinded
This country blinds me;
Whether waking or dreaming,
It is all I see.
Memories:
- The All Seeing Hand live at a bowling club
Kiwis
We are all the same,
The sarcastic kiwi said.
And I simply laughed.
South Island
The sunrise at Tasman.
Bus
Through grubby windows
One witnesses a new world,
The unknown made known.
To Wanaka
The road winds slowly
Towards a lake of clear glass,
My own reflection.
Lake Wanaka.
Pub Quiz
Distant, white mountains
Stand high with caps out of sight
Seeming infinite
Alps
Great high sentinels
Selfishly guarded by clouds
Quietly peek through
The snowy Kepler Track.
Winter Sun
The winter sun burns
My eyes submit, averted
It is far too strong
Low-Hanging Clouds
The light mist tarried
Above the dark green mountains
A natural twilight
Of beauteous, verdant forces
And I wondered
If I could fly
Off and On
On a plane, you're off.
We had something going on,
But now it's long gone.
Jetstar
A jet to the stars--
Just kidding; this airline sucks.
But at least it's cheap.