Vision Quest
In some Native American Cultures a vision quest is undertaken as a turning point in life taken to find oneself and the intended spiritual and life direction.
The vision quest could be described as a practice in living and dying. Something is being left behind, dying; and something is beginning, being born. The vision quest supports both the dying and the rebirth by allowing space and time for new knowledge and understanding to develop and manifest.
It has three elements:
Severance – intentionally leaving behind your life as you have known it.
Threshold – the time betwixt and between what you have known and what is emerging.
Incorporation – the return with new knowledge, understanding and skills that will be integrated into the next stage of life.
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Vietnam
Monday, 13 December 2010
Viang Veng
Viang Veng is really crazy... it's surrounded by beautiful mountains and very poor Laos but the small town is full of foreigners getting drunk and going tubing. It felt really weird and I was very conscious of this while we were tubing but after a few drinks kind of forgot about it. Tubing is just one big party; the bars line the river and you float from one to the other on giant rubber rings. The bars give you free shots and play loud music; it felt a little bit like I could have been in Magaluf. Heard so many horror stories about people having accidents tubing; copius amounts of alcohol combined with swing off ropes and shooting down slides into the river aren't a very safe mix but I was with a group of eight people and we all looked out for each other. Tubing was great fun but the exact opposite of why I went traveling so the next day I took myself off to the Organic Farm.
Staying on the farm (http://www.laofarm.org/) has been the highlight of my trip so far. I arrived at about three in the afternoon and got straight to work doing some raking and then helped feed the baby goats some milk. In the evening I went for dinner with a Swiss girl and we got along really well. The farm is right next to the first drop off point for tubing and in the evening I got to hear the real story of how it impacts the local community from the founder of the farm.
The music from the bars is really loud and can be heard from the farm all day; plus all the drunk Westerners wandering around doesn't provide a great influence for the local children. He referred to what he called 'The Tubing Mafia' in that a few companies run a monopoly on the tubing business and don't do anything to help out the local community. I was really saddened to hear this. At night time we also heard a digger, really loud which was taking the stones out of the river to make it deeper for people tubing. He told us this was totally illegal but there was nothing he could do about it.
The next day we chilled out in the morning by the river before the tubers arrived and had a swim. Then after lunch we went to work in the farm collecting banana leaves for the goats. Then we went and collected some other leaves for the goats - they eat so much! Mr Pai climbed a tree like a monkey and was cutting down branches while we collected them. I'm not sure what type of trees they were but the sap was blood red. He found a bee's nest in one of the trees so we ate some honey.
In the evening a group of us went to the local school and helped teach the kids English. The kids were so lovely and it was such an amazing experience. I had a group of girls congregate around me and was only sorry that I didn't know any Justin Beiber songs to help them learn! I was really sad to leave after this and have looked into similar projects in Vietnam but can only find the ones that charge you 300 dollars a week! I will try and find something locally to get involved in. That evening I sad and shared papaya and a few beers with the family.
The next day I got a lift on a scooter back to the town and found the people I was traveling with. This was the mentalist bus journey ever and we were on it for over 26 hours. We had booked a normal bus rather than a sleeper because it was half the price but luckily we got an upgrade (not sure why) to a sleeper. This could not have worked out better because I don't think I would have been able to cope on a normal bus.
The sleeper pulled over somewhere at 1am and I got off to have a smoke and ended up sharing some food and drinks with the bus drivers that had pulled up. My glass kept getting refilled and refilled so felt absolutely awful when we got to the Vietnamese border at 7am. Everyone I was traveling with had also made the same mistake as me (never, ever, again!) of not having any Vietnamese currency - Dong - so we were starving by the time we arrived into Hanoi at about 8pm.
We found taxi and they agreed to drop us off at ATMs so we could get some money out to pay them. It being Sunday, every ATM in town was either down for maintenance or had run out of money. In the end we got dropped off at the hostel who pointed us in the direction of a HSBC!! Then we all ran out for some food and ended up in, what I would describe as a Vietnamese version of a Phoenix Nights hooker bar. I ate some food and pretty much went straight to bed!
Today I wandered around Hanoi with Holly, a girl from Manchester and we had fun getting lost in the city. This city is so random; there's always something to have a good stare at. I have booked a trip to Halong Bay tomorrow (apparently it is a must-see) and have also secured myself an open bus ticket to Ho Chi Minh City so can travel through Vietnam at my leisure. Looking forward to getting out the city again and seeing some more of Vietnam!






