Permaculture 101

I set out to spend between two to three weeks on a permaculture farm in sunshine coast to discover whether permaculture was a hippy thing or if there was some real science behind it. Between the ticks, mosquitos, rain, cold and hard work I felt that I was on a survivor T.V episode from which I voted myself off after only 11 days. I still came back with some answers… Here’s my story.

 The chickens were supposed to be my 'tractor' not the other way around!


The chickens were supposed to be my ‘tractor’ not the other way around!

Permaculture is supposed to be a unique way of doing agriculture by linking different systems together (animal, plant, energy, water, building…) in order to create a sustainable mega system which conserves energy, manpower and the earth. So why did I find myself waking up at 6 a.m. cutting grass for the chickens in the cage behind me? Good question!

Slave labor, collecting gravel for the gray water filter

Slave labor, collecting gravel for the gray water filter

It turns out this particular farm’s actual income was teaching Permaculture courses. That meant there was a need to display all aspects of permaculture on the farm, composting, animal systems, nursery, garden, food forest etc. Yet, there wasn’t enough manpower or smart design to link these systems together. So there was actually a very high work load for very little produce. The upside of this was that I got to see all of the aspects at play and learn a lot. So how does it work?

 

The Compost Toilet had to be dumped into the compost heap manually.

The Compost Toilet had to be dumped into the compost heap manually.

Maybe to you it seems obvious but I learned that growing things means you need good soil, especially the first few meters of the soil which should contain a lot of humus. Don’t get confused like I did, that doesn’t mean the chickpea paste we eat in Israel, it means organic matter that has broken down into the ground. That’s where the linkage with animal systems is supposed to come in play. Animal waste is actually good for the ground. It also means there were a million earth worms wriggling around every time I planted something and that we had to deal with, literally, a lot of shit! Animals are also supposed to help with weeding and eating bad slugs that eat your food.  Organic matter can also come from other plants so in permaculture some plants are used as ‘support plants’, you chop off material from and drop on the ground as mulch. These plants can also be used as food for the animals linking the system back into itself. Unfortunately, this was not really done on the farm, and I was working much harder to feed the animals then they were working to feed me.

Just some of the strange insects around the farm

Just some of the strange insects around the farm

Another system that is closely linked is the water system. For instance by digging out water drainage swells one can preserve rain water and force it to go into the ground slowly. This seemed a little redundant on the farm when I was there as it was constantly raining! I have to say I felt cheated by the name “Sun Shine” coast.

Poisonous?

Poisonous?

Despite the fact that the farm was far from producing all its food, the managers were almost obsessed with eating ‘healthy’. So for the first time in., well forever, I went for more than a week with no processed food. No Tim Tams, no peanut butter, no chocolate bars, no coca cola, no granola bars, no corn flakes! The first few days I was really craving chocolate, but that did pass and I noticed one tea spoon of organic whatever suger was more than enough in my coffee. In my first supermarket visit since I managed to resist the temptation to buy a chocolate bar, any bets how long this will last?

Harvesting human urine had never been so amusing

Harvesting human urine has never been so amusing

Anyway, I was lucky enough to have stayed there with 3 other woofers (volunteers who get fed for their work), who made my time on the farm a little less harsh and more amusing. And from the Italian guy’s stories, it could be much worse, we could be in Africa.

Complexity of the farm!

Complexity of the farm!

We spent our nights watching permaculture videos in a converted bus that was filled with mice, spiders, moths and mold. I also managed to go through 100 pages of a basic permaculture book. These obviously don’t make me an expert but here are my conclusions. Permaculture can never be a replacement for modern agriculture unless we all go back to growing our own food (which I personally don’t see a point in). The complexity of the system means it has to be constantly supervised and maintained, and although smart design leads to robust systems, harvesting the food for actual use in this system is complicated and time consuming because the place actually turns into a forest! You have to scavenge and gather it (which as yet no machine is able to do).

Despite that, I am convinced that Permaculture is not a ‘hippy’ thing. In fact, I’d say hippies are giving it a bad name. There are villages in Africa and India where permaculture has saved people from growing hungry. It has nurtured soil destroyed by modern agriculture (that doesn’t put nutrients back into the ground), thus enabling them to grow their own food. It could also come in handy for families or small communities wishing to get some good fruits and vegetables and some eggs without too much effort. Finally, modern agriculture could learn a thing or two (or three) from permaculture about preserving soil and water. So that’s about it, the good, the bad and the ugly!

 

 

 

Hippy Tales

Traveling up the east coast in Australia brought me to some close encounters with the species that is commonly known as a ‘hippy’ – read on…

 

The Police station in Nimbin appeared closed

The Police station in Nimbin appeared closed

Nimbin, a real (dirty) hippy town where marijuana flows like water and the clouds are green. Not that the stuff is legal but the inhabitants don’t mind and actually use it as a tourist attraction.

This is where hippies retire and grow old after traveling from one festival to the other. In fact, this town sort of started out as a festival. Back in 1973 it was a town like any other until some people organized a week long hippy festival. The festival was so successful that the hippies just stayed in town and sort of took over. They have a weekly newspaper dedicated to weed, numerous shops selling all the paraphernalia, and people offering Hydro on the street.

As always, the fact that everyone is into something, makes me do the exact opposite, so I didn’t even check the prices. I can pass on the recommendation that, just in case you plan a visit, don’t buy from the street venders, instead go into one of the shops and ask around.

I couldn’t smell weed on the streets but I could definitely see its effects, like red eyed zombie people slowly walking down the street almost getting run over. Besides that, there seems to be a strange connection to rainbow colors and second hand sales which dominate the tiny, one street, town. There are also organic food stores, cafes and some galleries, but if anyone’s interested in making some cash I’d recommend opening a munchies food place which is painfully missing.

need I say more?

need I say more?

 

 

Yep chickens roam free in the street

Yep chickens roam free in the street

 

How many rainbow color objects can you find in the pic?

How many rainbow color objects can you find in the pic?

 

 

 

 

 

 

In comparison to Nimbin, Byron Bay, which is an hour’s drive away, is where the hippies that want to make money come to. The constant flow of tourist in this pretty surfer town is a capitalistic hippie’s dream comes true. Restaurants, bars, clothes stores and surfing gear, along with backpackers on every corner, all overly priced with mediocre quality. Even the parking costs $3 an hour! The Art Factory backpackers I’m staying in is a micro-cosmos of the town. It’s beautiful, well designed but there are no cups in the kitchen and you have to give a deposit if you want to use a pot!

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Byron Bay beach

The Walking not Dead

Walking 20 km a day gives one a lot of time. The first day I mostly talked to others but the next day I took upon myself the role of scout, walking in front of everyone with a bright yellow vest, just in case any car came by. (Yes this is still Australia with the ‘safety first’- over protective mentality I find everywhere).

the path that never ends

the path that never ends

Anyway, it gave me a lot of time to think. And with all the talk about ancestral grounds I began thinking of my ancestors, who as the tale goes, walked through a different desert for 40 years after escaping slavery in Egypt.
Anyone who knows a little geography has to ask why the hell did it take them 40 years to cross a small desert? Well the biblical story tells us that it is a punishment. Most of the Israeli people still had the slave mentality they left Egypt with and did not believe they could conquer the land. That is why they wandered the desert for 40 years waiting for the older generation to die.

Even the flies couldn't stop me from getting all philosophical

Even the flies couldn’t stop me from getting all philosophical

I started thinking what would have happened if the Israeli people escaping the holocaust would have waited 40 years for the post trauma to fade? Of cause it wasn’t much of an option to the millions of refugees but ‘what if?’
I began thinking of the ‘jewish’ people as a collective ‘meme’ with it’s own propagating agenda.

Many people suffering from abuse as children grow up to recreate these patterns. Abused become abusers or else ever remain with a ‘victim’ mentality staying in abusive situations because that is all that they know. If people act that way, why not entire countries?

No one can doubt the suffering that the aboriginal people have gone through. Yet, the people I met (by no means a representative sample), were preaching a philosophy of ‘we are all one people’. They are teaching their children that they are citizens of the world with equal rights, while still being very adamant on preserving their heritage and knowledge. I was happy to discover that there were rangers that were accepted to the group even if they weren’t from aboriginal descent.

The police came to visit on our walk. warning us of the upcoming storm.

The police came to visit on our walk. warning us of the upcoming storm.

 

 

Why the hell can’t Israel do the same? Is there any chance the Israeli nation can escape the ‘battered person’ syndrome I believe it is suffering from? And if so would there even be an Israel? Well, just because I’m asking questions doesn’t mean have answers. But if you do, let me know what you think.

Hunter Gatherer

Zach is driving the car down a dirt road at 60 kmh beside him Shaun is holding the hunting rifle, both of them belong to the Walkatjurra Rangers, an organisations  dedicated to preserving nature along with the ancient aboriginal knowledge and culture. I’m sitting in the back between Rosaline an aboriginal elder and Bon Bon a young female ranger. All four are looking out of the windows utterly focused. “Stop!” Rosaline shouts and the car halts in a jerk. We all run out to check out the iguana tracks Rosaline somehow managed to see as we zoomed by. The hunt is on!

Iguana tracks

Iguana tracks

We didn’t catch anything that day but the passion for hunting and the love of meat is apparent at every dinner. The camp food is mostly vegetarian which the rangers are keen to supplement with meat. I asked Kato, a Wongatha elder, who explained that the traditional diet of aboriginals was indeed high in protein, but it was actually mostly vegetarian coming from Nuts that grow on local trees. The hunting and meat are for the glory!

Hunting is not the only way to get meat, the next day I try to help Rosaline and Bon Bon collect Witchetty grubs from roots of bushes. It’s hard work, digging at the base of the correct bushes and taking the worms out of the roots using a stick, but I have to say that the cooked grub is a delicacy. The crunchy outside with the fat meaty inside remind me a little of shrimps cooked in butter.

Gathering Grubs!

Gathering Grubs!

Surviving outdoors isn’t only about meat. Kato demonstrated how to find clean water and explained about medicinal herbs and just as important poisonous plants.

Kato looking for clean water.

Kato looking for clean water.

It only looks like a watermelon, don't eat!

It only looks like a watermelon, don’t eat!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s wasn’t only the Ranger’s survival skills that I was fascinated by; their belief system based on what they call ‘dream time’ was a great mystery to me. From what I gathered dream time is not only creation stories of the land (that used to help people navigate as the whole village used to sing the songs every morning). It is much more; it is the disconnectedness of the whole of creation, a little like chi in eastern philosophy. In the ‘dream time’ characters had animal aspects as well as a landscape, a snake could be a person could be a chain of mountains.

Ceremony in part of the land that has "dream time tales" and historical significance to the aboriginals. It was saved from the mining companies  due to the local's struggle.

Aboriginal ceremony in part of the land that has “dream time tales” and historical significance to the aboriginals. It was saved from the mining companies due to the local’s struggle.

Even today many of the aboriginals have totem animals that are chosen for them at birth as well as places that represent them. There is also an aspect of reincarnation in the aboriginal religion. How does that coexist with their love of hunting? Well I asked that and got a very interesting answer from Zach. An aboriginal who has a totem animal will usually not eat his animal but there’s more than that, he also has the responsibility to take care of his animal along with the power to restrict its hunting if the population of the animal is shrinking.

A left deep deep deep hole the mining company left after collecting samples.

A  deep deep deep hole the mining company left after collecting samples.

Unlike many of those on the walk, I don’t think that the fact that someone’s ancestors happened to be on some land before (or after) mine has any relevancy to who the land ‘belongs’ to, but the idea that man and nature should live in symbiosis as was practiced by the aboriginals is something we should all adopt. This is why the thought of mining the land without any consideration of sustainability and long term implication is so vile to many aboriginals. Although some have settled with the mining companies, many because of the fatalistic belief that the government will back the mining company anyway so it’s better to make some cash while they can.

The smoothest stone i ever touched. used to be used by aboriginal women to grind seed on. For some reason (guess) It is not recognized by Australian authority to have archaeological value.

The smoothest stone I ever touched. used to be used by aboriginal women to grind seed on. For some reason (guess) It is not recognized by Australian authority to have archaeological value.

There are many aspects of aboriginal culture that still remain a mystery to me, some of which I think I would totally be against. The segregation of men and women is one of these. I tried digging but got very few answers. There are separate areas in the land that are for “men only” or “women only” where secret ceremonies were held, whether this is still practiced today is hard to tell. It also turns out that a didgeridoo, the traditional musical instrument of some tribes (not the tribes I met), are forbidden for women. I heard many different reasons from “it’s harmful for the womb” to “it’s considered the extension of a male sex organ”, none of which I would ever accept.
I also tried to understand more about the way the Ranger’s organisation is managed. It is based on the traditional aboriginal tribal organisation which includes elders and community members each having some type of say. Can’t really say that I got it. On one hand it seemed the power was dispersed wonderfully but on the other I understood that there are complex hierarchies based on tribes and lineage. Well, it’s always great to learn that you have more to learn.

Coming up next: The walking not dead

Tribal Life

Before we started on the walk we had two days to get used to camp life and all it entails. Setting up camp, gathering wood, building fires, cooking, cleaning, digging toilets (and using them). Browse through the pictures to get all the info.

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Despite the many jobs and hardship of life in the desert the group remained amazingly conflict free. This has a lot to do with the way it was managed through the circle! All the info and decisions are made around this circle which surrounds the central camp fire. The circle usually meets twice a day, after breakfast and before dinner. There were ‘leaders’ in the circle but their only position was to facilitate it. All people had equal say. Most times people’s suggestions were agreed by everyone and it was quite easy to find common ground but there was a very strong feeling of avoiding conflict to the point of hypocrisy which made me think how long this system could hold up before something boils to the surface.

The Circle

The Circle

As for the work, at the beginning of the week a roster sheet was passed out with all the tasks that needed to be done and people were asked to fill their names in. As I wanted to learn as much as possible I signed up for a different task each day. One of the tricks I noticed, was to make sure there are lots of helping hands for each task, that way even a seemingly hard task like cleaning the toilet only takes a few minutes, as every person has to do only one small part of it. It probably isn’t the most efficient way but it worked. In fact, one only had to work on average around three hours a day (including packing and unpacking your own tent) to make sure the camp runs smoothly. It did help to have some real workaholics that kept on going and going.
The extra time we had was used for playing music, dancing, creating art, getting to know each other and learning more about uranium mining, which the entire second day was dedicated to.

The Fukushima nuclear reactor meltdown

Senator member, Scott Ludlam, from the greens flew in with some media and other activists. We heard about higher cancer rates in rural communities near Uranium mining sites, about nuclear reactor accidents like Fukushima, radioactive waste disposal and about the economic inefficiency of Uranium mining and Nuclear Power. In contrast to their ‘hippy’ looks and attitude the organizers surprised me with a deep understanding about economy and have very concrete plans on how to prevent the Uranium mine from being built by using economic influences. They are sending out reports to prospective investors showing that the mine is likely to lose money as well as buying up shares in the company which allows them to influence it from within! Not all of the arguments convinced me (accidents are not a logical step to stop progress, should we stop driving because of car accidents?) But two facts made up my mind against the Nuclear Power industry, if Uranium consumption is kept up at its current rate it is going to be depleted in the next 50+ years. That fact, in combination with the millions of tons of Nuclear waste created, which will last for more than 10,000 years (some more than a million years) is enough to make me want to stop this industry and move to real sustainable energy.

Another interesting aspect of camp life was the children. Families came on this walk too and there were around 15 children aged 2-13 amongst us. The children were integrated as much as possible in all aspects of camp life and kids as young as 4 were helping around camp. They even had a circle of their own! I have worked with a lot of children and these were extraordinary, curious, friendly, knowledgeable and with so much experience for such a young age. I realized there is something more natural and perhaps even easier for the parents to raise children in this type of community environment. The parents were never far off yet a lot of the time the kids were playing or being taught by someone else in this big ‘family’. Perhaps this is what tribal life used to be like. There was only one thing I was disappointed about, seeing traditional gender roles set in at such an early age, as most the girls helped in the kitchen while the boys went to collect and chop wood.

Coming up next – Hunter Gatherer – What I learnt from the Aboriginal Rangers.

The Anti-Uranium League of Superheroes

I’ve survived the last 8 days in the harsh environment of the western Australian desert walking and camping alongside nearly 100 people from all around the world; I’ve come to call them, ‘The Anti-Uranium League of Superheroes’.  Here are some but by no means all of the superheros I’ve met.

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I’ve done a fair share of activism and been to many protests but the ‘Walkatjurra Walkabout’, was nothing like any protest I have ever participated in. At the beginning I thought the activists were overreacting. The government has indeed given a first approval for the uranium deposit in Yeelirrie to be mined but Toro, the company trying to develop it, still has to come up with hundreds of millions of dollars and get a whole lot of other approvals before anything can go forward.

Proposed Site of Uranium mine. No one was there to protest against!

Proposed Site of Uranium mine. No one was there to protest against!

I also didn’t understand how walking 250 km in the desert and camping in the wilderness could be an effective method of protest. But by my last night there I had realized the organizers ingeniousness and the foresight they had. As Kato, a Wongatha elder, had explained, they were using the strength of their community, bringing people into their space, where they were strongest, allowing them to influence even cynics like myself by connecting them to the land and the culture. Unlike all the protests I’ve been to, they aren’t waiting until the problem comes knocking at their door, they are using the time that they have to create an international network that will be ready to act in their favor if the time comes.

In the next few days I’ll try to share with you the story my Journey and what I learned. The walk is still happening as I write these world and will go on until the 29th of May so if you are keen to join try contacting the organizers.

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Imagine two days in this bus!

The Swarm

It started with a bus drive, a two days bus drive! Gemma (Aka Ultrabus) was our driver in a bus we nicknamed ‘Patches’ or ‘bardi’- an aboriginal word for worm, as it had seen better days, maybe sometime in the 70’s. We had so much stuff with us I doubted it would all fit, but luckily we had David (Aka Packman) who managed to get everything in place.

 

Pekka with laced underwear, me with a shoe bag and alex with an orange bag, all to keep the flies away!

Pekka with laced underwear, me with a shoe bag and alex with an orange bag, all to keep the flies away!

 

Finally after setting up camp in Yeelirrie I awoke the next morning and exited my tent. Suddenly I was attacked by a swarm of flies, thousands of them everywhere assaulting all of my senses. After trying the Zen approach of becoming ‘one with the flies’, as many of the League suggested, I ran back to my tent and tried to think of something more practical. I was inspired by MacGyver, and used a pillowcase and my climbing shoe bag to create the ‘Desert Walker’ suit! Finally I could go back out and explore camp life.

Coming up next: Camp life

The walk as featured on the news in Australia.

Revivalisity

Unlike my university years I actually managed to stay awake for professor, Ghil’ad Zuckermann, lecture about revival of the Barngarla aboriginal language.

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Recognize the image?

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So much to rea

adelaideMaybe because he used Facebook and funny pics in his PPT presentation and gave me so much info I could scan through when the class got too technical for my understanding.

 

 

 

 

Later we had lunch with Barngala elder Stephen Atkinson who also participated in the lecture. Stephen provided me with personal insights into the dark history of the colonization of Australia and his vision to reclaim some of the lost knowledge and peruse compensation from the Australian government.

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Let’s party!

We concluded with a short tour focused on the Jewish history of Adelaide. Some entrepreneurs must have heard about some of my friend’s, The Taltalistim’s, parties, and turned a night club.

 

 

 

Tricks of the Trad

I’ve spent the last 10 days learning how to build anchors, place gear correctly and tie knots. No I haven’t gone into the building business, I’ve been Trad climbing in Arapiles! read on…

Pic by Murry.

Pic by Murry.

Trad climbing is a tricky occupation, nothing is what it seems like! It’s like building a puzzle without seeing the big picture your aiming for and in my case knowing what pieces you have. In Trad it all revolves around safety. Unlike other forms of climbing, in Trad, climbers are the ones placing equipment, or ‘friends’, inside the rock that will protect them in case of a fall.  But even among the most safety conscience climbers once they have ascended a climb, safety is forgotten as they start down climbing slippery slopes or walking over thin ledges over a 100 meter high just to get back to the ground.

The sky is falling? This huge rock came off the wall when Sam tried to hold on to it.

Another example of the trickiness is the Trad lingo, telling someone ‘I like you rack’ or ‘you have a nice pair of nuts’, is not a sexual harassment, it’s just a compliment about their gear.
These tricks happen with the direction of climbing too. It seems you should be climbing up but actually climbers play a game I’ve coined ‘Snakes and Ladders’. They climb up a little, try to place safety gear, fail, and then slink back down to the last point they felt relatively safe. They repeat this process over and over until success.

 

Having a ‘Goldilocks’ moment, but at least I have a ‘knee bar’ allowing me to use both hands and preventing me from playing ‘snakes and ladders’.

Because Trad climbing is a slow process there’s also quit a lot of standing around, especially for the person ‘belaying’ the climber, giving or taking rope as needed. This gave me some time to name all of all the variations of Murphy’s law that exist in Trad climbing. There is the ‘Goldilocks’ effect, which means the gear you try to place will always be too big and then too small before it actually fits. That’s still better than the ‘Ugly sisters’, which means nothing you have fits or the ‘Aladdin’ which means you actually have the piece you need but you left it on the ground or already used it. Everyone is obviously hoping for a ‘Cinderella’, a perfect fit, but you really do need a fairy godmother to be looking out for you to get some of those.
Anyway, standing around is still way better then literally ‘hanging around’, which happens when you have to belay your partner while painfully dangling from your harness in midair.

 

My fingers, or what’s left of them after 10 days!

The first climber might take most of the danger upon their self, but the second climber, who ‘cleans’, still has to have some tricks up their sleeve. They have to remove the gear the first climber left in the rock, sometime banging away at it for a good long while, while occasionally banging some of their own fingers in the process. They are also forced to climb in the direction of the first climber even if they found a much easier way to climb.

Where’s the treasure? Pic by Sam

A special note should be made about the trickiness of the guide book. It is like a treasure map, meaning you are quite likely to get lost, wander in the busses and be surrounded by evil kangaroos before you actually get to the climb you are looking for. Finding your way is important in sports climbing too but in Trad, because there are no bolts connected to the rock to show you the way, my lack of map reading skilled caused me to make an easy climb much more difficult.



And the prize you get for actually getting to the top of a climb? Sorting out all the tangled gear! It’s worse than tiding your room!

Too much stuff!!!

Not Connected?
My next adventure will be heading out to the Australian outback in a Walkabout that is trying to stop uranium mining. “‘Walkatjurra Walkabout – Walking for Country’ is a celebration of Wangkatja country, a testament to the strength of the community who have fought to stop uranium mining at Yeelirrie for over forty years,” Check it out!

Why I Hate Melbourne?!?

If New Zealand was the magical land where everything worked out Australia seems to be the opposite. Nothing works out and everything is complicated, not to say expensive. Getting a sim card to work, boarding a tram or even just meeting up with someone, has taken so much effort and sometimes even ended in complete failure.

Almost as bad as the Jerusalem tram. Can’t pay at most stations or on tram, gets stuck in traffic and gives me car sickness.

 I always thought of myself as a city person but 3 months in NZ have been enough to change my mind. I can feel the stress in the Melbourne air, as well as the stick of cars. Even though it is very safe compared to other big cities I can’t stand seeing the few drunken homeless shouting on the street. Even sitting in the botanical gardens I can hear cars and machinery from a construction site. THERE ARE JUST TOO MANY PEOPLE!

Even the climbing gym is over populated!!!

Even the climbing gym is over populated!!!

Another thing I can’t stand is the over protectiveness of the state. Treating citizens like children. I could feel a little of this in NZ but here it’s worse. You get finned for just about everything; not wearing a helmet, a broken bicycle light, playing golf in the park. Obviously you’re not allowed to drink in public. It’s no secret that I’m really against smoking but I think the government here has taken it too far.

This is on both sides of the packet! Not sure if it will stop people from smoking but at least they will lose their appetite.

I guess the only good think is that this city is big enough to have some less main stream venues, so I managed to find a regulare contact improvisation jam.

I’d probably be long gone by now but I’m still waiting for my new bank account to work out… (long sad story…) Maybe I’ve just used up all my luck in NZ? And if that isn’t enough to resent the city there’s still some things that give me flash backs of Isael…

WTF?!?!

WTF?!?!

The Queenstown Tourist Curse

In my travels, up until now, thanks to the ingenuity of Couch Surfing and some effort on my part, I haven’t felt like a tourist. These past few days in Queenstown I haven’t been so lucky. Read on…

Queenstown, yes, there is a reason tourist flood to this place...

Queenstown, yes, there is a reason tourists flood to this place…

Way back when… me and my fighting stick in Japan

 

I never thought I wanted to go on one of these massive, around the world ‘trips’. Traveling always seemed to me like running from a constant state of boredom, having to decide each day where to go and what to do next. That’s why, after the army, when all my friends went travelling, I went to live in Tokyo, studied Japanese and got my ass kicked and my knees worn out by practicing martial arts. Thinking back I can postulate that my family’s holiday ‘trips’ have something to do with this early realization. The constant stress, being hauled from one ‘attraction’ to another (although I did love the amusement parks), was a tiring affair at best. But as circumstances have it, I’ve found myself on one of these so called ‘trips’ and up until these past few days I’ve been loving it. So why am I complaining now?

 

Look there's so many things you can do for some $$$$

So many things you can do for some $$$$

MANUFACTUREING A GOOD TIME

In his masterpiece, a Brief History of Humankind (It’s being translated to English as we speak), Prof Yuval Noa Harri, touches on the subject of tourism. It is only recently in human culture that people have started going away on vacation and seeking to collect ‘experiences’. If my memory serves me, he ties this ‘fashion’ in with the evolution of capitalism. After the last few days in Queenstown I have to agree.

Being one of the main sources of income in New Zealand, Tourism has shaped the lives of some of the small towns in the country, which probably wouldn’t even exist if not for this industry. There are many such places in the world, all of them trying to sell you ‘attractions’ and brainwash you into thinking that if you cough up some money you’ll have ‘the time of your life’ and, if not, go and buy a t-shirt so your friends think that you did.
Queenstown is one of these places. Built on a beautiful lake and surrounded by mountains, the town is overrun by tourist trying to have a ‘good time’, roaming in packs looking to get drunk and party or throwing themselves off some bridge/airplane, injecting instant adrenalin, in an attempt to feel alive in their otherwise mundane lives.

 

Look there's so many things you can buy for $$$

So many things you can buy for $$$ (even late at night when the rest of NZ is closed)

WHAT IS OUT THERE? CAN I HAVE IT?

Unlike tourism, I think exploration is deeply coded into our genetic makeup, ever since prehistoric humans went over the next hill or crossed the river seeking food, asking themselves ‘What is out there?’ and probably ‘Can I have it?’ These are the questions that have been leading me on my journey, without even noticing it up until know. In this blog I’ve shared with you some of the answers I’ve found.  These are questions tourists will never find an answer to as what they encounters is a simulacra, a fake with no origin, created in order for them to maxims money spending.

Help me not to be a tourist!

Help me not to be a tourist!

 

 

 

As the NZ part of my trip soon comes to an end, I’m spending the next two weeks on a quiet farm trying to work on some of my projects (hopefully you’ll know about them soon enough). After that I’ll be heading off to Australia with this old/new realization that I don’t want to be a tourist. If you have some smart thoughts on this subject or recommendations how this can best be done please share them with me.