The Welcome Home Party

Soon enough I’ll have to think about the future, but for this week I’m in full-on Summertime Fun mode. Dress shopping for my friend’s wedding this weekend, meals at some favorite restaurants, mornings spent reading on the porch, and of course lots of time with family and friends. Look at these wonderful people! Forgive me for the light and late posting today.

Tasty Twist with the parents

Tasty Twist with the parents

Beggar's Banquet with friends

Beggar’s Banquet with friends

Put Those Guns Down

July 13, 2013 has been a date I’ve looked forward to for months now, as the date I’d be back in East Lansing, seeing my family and friends. It was a great day for me, but as I learned from the paper the next day, it was a terrible day for justice in this country. George Zimmerman was acquitted of murdering Trayvon Martin, and the Stand Your Ground law of Florida is now firmly established as a law that does just the opposite of its supposed intention: it is now legal to intimidate and chase down an unarmed teenager, then shoot them dead after 911 tells you to back off–and you can do it all while claiming you’re the one being victimized. I heard someone say they weren’t surprised by the verdict, but I say you don’t have to be surprised to be outraged.

One of the major differences between the United States and other Western countries is that we are the only country that not only sees gun violence as a sad but inevitable part of normal life, but that fiercely defends those who want to keep it that way. Literally everyone I’ve met from another country can’t comprehend the American approach to guns. We actually have a hard time discussing the issue, even, because the idea that civilians can be so casually and heavily armed is utterly foreign to them.

A lot of people want to know if I feel safe traveling in cities around the world, and I tell them I lived in Chicago for five years, which has one of the highest gun homicide rates in the country. I’m no safer at home than I am abroad, and in many ways I’m less safe, in the most mundane of locations: movie theaters, elementary schools, even the fat ladies store I shop at–all of them have been fatal sites of gun violence. Someone had easy access to a deadly weapon, and they used that weapon in a public place, injuring, killing, and terrorizing people trying to live their daily lives. This happens far too often here. I am happy to be back in the States for many reasons, but I’m certainly not feeling safe here.

And I’m not black, or poor, or in an abusive relationship, or any of the other factors that make it far more likely that you’re going to be attacked by someone with a gun. It’s a scary thought for me, but it’s a terrifying reality for millions of people across the country. The racism evident in the shooting, the arrest, the trial, and the verdict is abhorrent, and an integral part of the problem of gun violence in the US. How is this a situation we’ve come to accept as a nation? How is this a country we want to live in? Surely we all want better, safer lives. Sign the petitions, call your representatives, and don’t let up until the gun lobby is defeated and we have strong gun laws in place. It’s the least we can do in memory of Trayvon and the others killed by armed Americans, and the least we can do for our own future.

David Bowie is…: Happy Belated Birthday to Me

Hey, remember when I did this?

Ziggy Stardust, sans Spiders

Ziggy Stardust, sans Spiders

And this?

Jareth, Goblin King, from "Labyrinth"

Jareth, Goblin King, from “Labyrinth” — tempting Sarah to join my world

I’m a big David Bowie fan, so when my mom saw that the Victoria & Albert Museum in London was having a special exhibit approved by the man himself, she knew she’d found my birthday present. It was such an anticipated exhibit that when I looked for tickets in March, all of April, May, and June had sold out. I actually changed some of my plans just so I could be in London for today, July 11, to see this exhibit.

I don’t know all his music well (the Berlin period is one I really want to dive into more), and I don’t like everything he’s done (let’s not ever speak of the “Dancing in the Streets” video), but I find Bowie fascinating. He’s always trying something new, in a combination of original and appropriated ideas that no other musical artist has perfected quite as well, and he makes some damn fine tunes.

I wish you all a Bowie-filled day, whether that means “Suffragette City” or “Heroes” or “Queen Bitch” or “Golden Years” or “Ashes to Ashes” or “The Next Day.” Now I’m off to see how a Gucci-sponsored exhibit called “David Bowie is…” presents the man and the music.

A Siem Reap Backpacker’s Spa Night

There are probably some really nice spas in Siem Reap, Cambodia (entrance to the wonders of Angkor), but I’m on a budget, so I made my own spa experience while I was there.

First, I put on just the right amount of scent:

Eau de DEET

Eau de DEET

Then I went down to the classy tourist area of town:

Yes, that's a neon sign reading "Pub Street" not 10 miles from the majesty of Angkor Wat

Yes, that’s a neon sign reading “Pub Street” not 10 miles from the majesty of Angkor Wat

I didn’t want my skin to end up scaly like these guys:

Get these dudes some lotion

Get these dudes some lotion

So I went to this spa, where a hundred attentive employees went to work on my feet and calves, until I felt tingly and revitalized:

The sign on the tank reads, "Please feed our hungry fish your dead skin"

The sign on the tank reads, “Please feed our hungry fish your dead skin”

It was a little alarming to see just how much dead skin there was for them to eat

It was a little alarming to see just how much dead skin there was for them to eat

(I am totally aware that these fish tanks aren’t exactly the most hygienic things around, but I seem to still be standing, so I guess it turned out okay.)

After all that, it was time for a healthy drink or two with friends:

I've had too many close calls on St. Patrick's Day not wearing green and getting pinched for it--I wasn't going to risk it, even in Cambodia

I’ve had too many close calls on St. Patrick’s Day not wearing green and getting pinched for it–I wasn’t going to risk it, even in Cambodia

Out with Viv and Russ from Australia

Out with Viv and Russ from Australia

Total cost: about $8. You can make your own spa night too!

Beverage Service Not Included

Storage space was limited on the train

Storage space was limited on the train, apparently

The train from Poland to Hungary was perfectly pleasant, once I moved out of the car with the busted A/C. I ate a lunch I’d packed wrote in my journal. Judging by these empties found in the bathroom sink onboard, other passengers were passing the time differently.

Then I got to Budapest and saw an elderly woman holding up a “rooms for rent” sign negotiating price with a mohawked man, and a woman in a spangly shirt sweeping out the train, presumably before going clubbing. I liked it right away.

Back in the States in a Week

I can hardly believe I’m writing this, but exactly a week from now I will be boarding a plane to return to North America. I’m in Budapest right now, and next week I’ll spend some time in London. Of course, there’s no reason to make flying home a simple process when it could be complicated: I’m flying from London to Toronto because it’s cheaper by several hundred dollars than flying to Michigan, and then I’ll get a bus to Detroit, and my parents will pick me up and drive the last hour and a half to my childhood home. After 308 days on the road, I’ll be back where I started from.

i heart michigan

I’m in Budapest with some friends right now, and we’re about to explore the basilicas and public baths, so I don’t have time for a major reflection on what nearly 11 months on the road means to me. (That’s definitely one of the things I’ve learned–how hard I have to work to make time to reflect, because there’s always something to see or do.) But there will be time for reflections and end-of-trip lists aplenty.

Don’t worry, the blog isn’t going anywhere! I’ve only taken you as far as Laos, after all. There’s still Cambodia, Vietnam, Japan, the UK, Croatia, Slovenia, Germany, Poland, and Hungary left to visit with Stowaway. And that’s just for the first part of the trip. I’m not totally broke yet, so I’m trying to figure out how I can extend the trip and carry on come this fall or possibly after the new year. There’s still so much of the world to see and I’m surprisingly not sick of living out of a backpack yet.

I can almost see home from here

Looking for home and far-off horizons

I’m incredibly fortunate to have been able to do this trip, and there have been many times that I’ve looked around me and said out loud, “What is my life? Amazing, that’s what.” It’s all the better for the wonderful people I’ve met or re-met along the way.

Thanks to everyone who’s funded parts of this trip, and thanks to everyone who’s followed along on Stowaway as I make my way around the world. I’m happy to know that the blog brings something fun or thoughtful or new to your day, or at the very least provides photos to kickstart daydreams. That’s what my favorite travel blogs do, and I hope to do the same for my readers.

So stick around; just because I’m headed back to the States doesn’t mean Stowaway is going anywhere!

And for those of you I’m about to see in the States: I am so excited to hug you all! Minimum three minutes per hug. Get ready.

I'm headed home

I’m headed home

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