Friday, October 29, 2010

Nurburgring Pt 2 (or the By a Newb for a Newb guide to the Nurburgring)

Ok... so you've got your mind set on finally driving this famous track that you've wasted so much time playing in Gran Turismo/Forza/GTR etc.  You know where it is (kinda), you know its open to the public, and you have plane/boat/flying donkey tickets that will land you somewhere close-ish. Now what?

Wait... Is it even a good time to go?  Will it be too hot/cold/crowded/rainy/windy etc
From what little experience I have, every season seems to have its advantages and drawback.  Summer is very popular as the weather is definitely adventagous, but it also means MASSIVE crowds, which just means massive traffic jams should the track close (and it WILL close for some reason during the day).  Late season is when I went (late October to be exact), and the weather at that time is VERY volatile.  One minute it will be bright and sunny, the next it will be overcast, then it will start to rain, then the sun might come out again etc.  It was also very cold, and cold + wet = slippery.  Keep that in mind when hitting those corners...

Getting to the Ring
See part 1 of this for an example of how NOT to get to the Ring.  Quite simply, while German public transport is probably one of the best in the world, the Nurburgring is just so far out of the way that even ze Germans kinda said screw it and cut back on the transport options.  If you must get there by public transport, make sure you've planned both directions, as buses have a nasty habit of running only every few hours, and in my case not running at all on the day I was leaving. will be your best friend here.  I haven't seen a trip planner quite like what they have on  It works, its pretty optimal, and it will tell you whether or not your public transport ideas will work.  Your goal from pretty much anywhere in Germany is to get to either Bonn or Remagen, then grab a regional train to Aubruck, at which point you will hop onto a bus (which thankfully runs 7 days a week) to Adenau.  Its actually not a bad journey as you get to see a lot of German countryside and vineyards, and if you've got the time it would probably be a lot of fun to just tour some of the towns along the way.  Adenau will be homebase, unless you're crazy (and cheap) like me and decide to stay "a little further out" in Wiesemscheid.  They have some decent hotels there, its actually closer to the Ring than Adenau, and if you have a rental car this is definitely an option, but for those unlucky enough NOT to have a rental, well... trust me, just stay in Adenau.

Getting a ride for the Ring
I'm assuming you don't know anyone in mainland Europe who has a car and is coming with you or letting you borrow it, cuz then why are you still reading this?  There are really 2 options for cars, taking your rental car to the track or getting a ring prepped car for the track.  Option A is the "how much do you enjoy risk" option and option B is the "how much are you willing to spend" option.  People definitely take rental cars onto the track, but most of them are smart enough to not rent them from either the UK or Germany.  Also, rentals tend to have crap tires, tired brakes, and who-knows-what-else kind of problems, so if you decide you are gonna bomb the course one last time that rental just might crap out on you in a big way.  Oh, and if the companies find out you've been to the ring, who knows what kind of penalties you'll incur...  In short (or not so short) I will only be describing option B, as its the one I went with and had a great time using.

Picking a ride for the Ring
What did you drive around the Ring in GT/Forza/GTR?  Probably something like a M3 or a GT3 or even maybe a STi right?  Well, forget about those for now, cuz as an Honorary Ring Newb (like me) you'll be looking at something all together more mundane.  The beginner car of choice for most of the Ring specialized rental companies seems to be the Suzuki Swift Sport.  Its got 130 roaring horses (they actually roar quite well once the rear insulation is stripped away) and every place preps their car with at least a bit of weight reduction (like insulation removal) and a roll cage.  Its very beginner-friendly car for quite a few reasons actually.  First, its light.  At around 1000KG those 130HP can actually do quite a bit of good.  Second, its FWD.  This will save your ass when you way overcook an entry or exit and need to save yourself from that armco looming in front of you.  Third, its forgiving.  This is a combination of lightweight, low power, and FWD working together here.  Its also forgiving because its got a 5 speed manual, and that means you'll probably really only need 2 gears for the entire track (3rd and 4th).  2nd is useful for a couple of the REALLY slow corners (and powering out of uphill corners) and 5th is only needed on the long back straight and the section before the gantry.  In short, the Swift will be your friend and won't actively help in your attempts to kill yourself around the track.   
"BUT BUT BUT" you may ask "BUT what if I... um... can't drive manual?"
Well first, shame on your for coming all the way out to the Nurburgring and not be able to drive properly.  Second, you're not out of luck, as most of the rental companies carry GTIs and Scirocco with DSG gearboxes.  They're quite a bit more expensive (almost double the price of the Swift really) but they're also more powerful (at ~220HP) and in the case of the Scroccio, much MUCH better looking.

But I'm rich and stupid!  I want something FASTER!
Well then... there's plenty of options for potential ring damage here.  The M3 is a popular choice (both e46 and e92 are available) as are various Porsches (GT3 being the runaway favorite).  However, I don't want to be anywhere near you if you decide to drive one of those on a first time out, no matter how careful you say you're gonna be.  

So Umm... whats the wallet damage gonna be?
Ahh... the inevitable question of how many organs you may have to sell to fund this little endevour.  Well, for those of use who aren't gifted with a trust fund, the total cost is actually quite reasonable.  Now, think about a track day back home.  A normal track day costs around $250-$500 for admission alone.  You may get instructor training, you may not.  You will be paying for your own gas, and after day's lapping probably your own tires and brakes as well.  So in the end, its gonna cost you AT LEAST $300-$600 not counting the cost of those new tires and brakes.  So how much will it actually cost to drive the Ring?  For a "reasonable" car (aka Swift or VW) you're looking at anywhere between 250 euro and 500 euro all inclusive (that means gas, tickets, the works).  For 250 euro (the option I went for) you get 4 laps in 2 hours (well, I took 3 hours, and they weren't too picky about it).  For 500 euro you get 6 laps and 4 hours to do it.  Honestly, if you're doing this with a buddy or 2, go for the 500 euro option.  You'll get a better car and everyone will get more chances to drive.  4 hours is enough for at least 8 laps if you've got two drivers, and thus a couple extra tickets might be needed but you'll definitely get a lot of laps in.  If you're doing it alone then I'm not sure if the extra laps (or time) are gonna be worth it.  There's only so much you can take in the first day, and after 4 laps I was feeling like I would either improve greatly on the 5th or crash.  There's also a 3rd option which is probably worth exploring and thats going through ringprojekt.  They do things a little differently as they charge not by time but by lap, and all their cars are quite interesting, as they're all Lotuses.  The Elise seems to be a great beginner car (low HP, lightweight, RWD) while the 11 looks like great fun in the sun and the Exige just looks nuts.  They're priced quite reasonably for being a "per lap" affair, and on the low end you'll spend around 250 euro for 3 laps in a Elise (something I was seriously considering).  Options options options, always a good thing.  (BTW... for the curious, a half day rental of a E46 M3 WITHOUT gas or tickets was 750 euro.  The guy who ordered it also got an instructor to come along with him, and that was another 250 euro.)

Alright, so I've got my car picked out and my stay sorted.  Now what?
This is where I kinda dropped the ball, as I hadn't forseen actually coming to the ring so I totally forgot to install any racing games onto my laptop.  Definitely grab a copy of GTR or some other game with the Ring on it and bring it with you.  Now, in the game, drive the course SLOWLY (I mean really really slowly) and get an idea of how things are laid out and where (approximately) the major corners are.  At the very least, know what corner comes after what.  This will help you avoid some of my embarassing moments entering a corner I thought was fast way too hot and having the car's ESP step in to keep me from doing anything I would regret.  Staring at a map won't help you as much as virtually driving the course will.

Whoo hoo! Time to drive!
Congrats on making it this far.  There's only a few final things to keep in mind...
1) You WILL do stupid things on the track.  You're driving it for the first time, and you will overcook both entries and exits.  It will look bad, and the guys behind you might laugh, but you'll be fine.
2) You WILL NOT crash.  People go on and on about how dangerous the track is.  The track is only as dangerous as you want it to be.  For the people I saw driving 30-40mph on a family tour... their danger level is practically zero.  For the guy bombing the track HARD in that GT3?  Danger level much MUCH higher.  As a Newb you'll be somehere in between that.  At certain points you'll push yourself a bit too far, and the track will bite you.  Just back off, slow down, and keep driving safe.
3) You WILL see crashes.  Crashes are a regular occurance.  You may not witness one in action, but you will definitely see the aftermath.  The ones I saw didn't look to bad, but then again, the track was shut down for 30 minutes and helicopter was brought in for one of them.  Its a race track and people get hurt.  Make sure you're not one of them.
4) You WILL NOT be afraid of the "scary" corners and places.  Bergwerk, Flutsplatz, Karossel... all famous, all quite tame for the Newb driver cuz you won't be hitting anything too fast (right, RIGHT?).  The corners you should concentrate on are the myrid of esses scattered across the track.  Any single corner give you the option of running wide if you screw it up.  Screw up an S curve and you'll be feeling rumble strip and maybe even a bit of dirt if you're not careful (ask me how I know...)  
5) You WILL have a beer when you're done.  Well, probably not just "a" beer, as Germans seem to have this great fascination with small beer glasses at any place except a biergarten.  

As you can see, I didn't give too much information about things "around" the Ring, like accomedation, things to do, food, etc.  The reason is simple... I didn't experience much of it because of my schedule and my lack of transportation.  There's far better sites with more detailed information on these topics from people who actually have done the research themselves.

I will just say that I had a great time driving the Ring, and its definitely one of those "life accomplishments" you'll be proud about for a long time.  

And finally, the obligatory lap video :)

Saturday, October 23, 2010

On The Nurburgring Pt.1

I did it. 

Four laps, not one scratch on the car and only one "rumble strip incident".  A major life moment has been accomplished, and my only wish is to come back and be able to do it again.

A little background... 

The Nurburgring Nordschleife is located in town of Nurburg, Germany.  Well... "in" is not the right word.  The track actually surrounds most of the town and spreads into neighboring towns as well.  Its located deep in German countryside, and just getting to it is a feat in and of itself (as you will soon see).  This "track" isn't so much of a track as it is a long series of mountain roads that 1) are quite smooth and well maintained 2) is one way only and 3) has some conveniently placed armco and rumble strips.  In total there is 21km of drivable road, not counting the race only southern portion (Sudschleife) and the F1 course nearby.  To drive it, you simply show up in a car (or bike), pay 22 euro a lap, get in line, and go for it.  

Now... what about this place has brought me across a continent and an ocean in order to drive it?  Simply put, if you are at ALL a car enthusiast, this is your Mecca.  This is the holy land of driving, and at some point in your life you will make the pilgrimage here, drive the track, and leave a more enlightened person.  The journey is neither easy nor cheap, but its well worth every dollar (euro, pound... etc) spent.

So how did I get here?  

With much difficulty I must admit.  I'm at the tail end of my journey across Europe, and being a good European traveler I have relied only upon public transportation.  Now... for 99% of Europe this is perfectly acceptable, and is probably more convenient than trying to drive to it yourself in a rental.  For the 'Ring however... its a bit of an issue.  The most basic issue is knowing when the 'Ring is open.  Simply put... you don't.  They have a schedule, but that changes regularly.  Your best bet is to plan at least a couple days nearby just in case something dire happens on the 'Ring and it shuts down.  I unfortunately didn't even have this option, as during the cold season the ring is only open once or twice a week.  

Alright, so I committed to a date, made my reservations to put a roof over my head, checked to make sure Ring rentals were available (another important topic for later).  The trip was now set.  Great... so how do I actually GET to Nurburg?  Or in my case, how do I get to Wiesemscheid (where my hotel was)?  Well... the plan was quite simple in theory.  I start in Mainz, take a train to Remagen, take another train to Aubruck, take a bus to Adenau, and finally take another bus to Wiesemcheid.  Ok... so not so simple, but at least pretty straight forward, as I later found out I'd be taking everything to the end of the line (always a good sign...)  So on the day of, I go to the train station, purchase my tickets (the German train system btw is awesome) and head off.  

Issue #1: I was very short on cash at that point, so I thought I might stop by the bank when I reached Aubruck before I had to pay for my fare to Adenau.  Well, as it turned out my bus was waiting right when I got off the train.  CRAP.  I had about 3.60 euro on me at that point, and the fare was 4 euro.  DAMN.  After a bit of gesturing, some broken English about being short on money and needing a bank, the bus driver obvious knew I had no idea what I was doing and just let me on the bus without paying.  Whew...

So the bus arrives at Adenau market, and I know that I have about an hour to kill before the bus to Wiesemcheid is supposed to leave.  Well, no... I didn't "know" that as I totally forgot to write down the exact time.  I just knew I had time between when I arrived at Adenau and when I would leave.  Good.  Now... time to find a bank...

Issue #2: Finding a bank near Adenau market was an exercise in missing things right under my nose.  I looked like a total idiot wheeling my suitcase in circles asking people where the bank was.  First guy said it was out the door and on the right.  I go there... no bank.  Next guy says no... no bank this way, turn around and head back.  Alright... so I head back and try to see if the tourist office is open.  Of course, they close at 1pm (its near 4pm at this point).  Yeah...  So I head back and happen to spot a post office and a sign that says "Post Bank".  Well there's a start, so I go into the post office and ask the lady at the counter, and she says yes this is a bank, but no she can't give me any money.  I have to go to the ATM.  Now... one thing you have to know about European ATMs is that while numerous, they tend to be shoved into the most inconspicuous locations, often with no signs at all alerting you to the fact that there is indeed an ATM 50 feet from where you're standing.  So the lady tells me the ATM is around the building, and I head out and lo and behold.... AN ATM!  RIGHT NEXT TO THE DAMN BUS STOP!  Sigh...

Issue #3: Getting to Wiesemcheid.  So to bus finally comes (after I thought I had missed it going to find the tourist office), and I take the ride to the stop known only as "Potzdammer Platz".  It’s not on Google Maps, and the only place it showed up (quite literally THE only place) was on a single site for the local buses, which was only found after much stumbling.  Now, Potzdammer Platz is not actually a “Platz” (a traffic circle for everyone else) but rather a highway intersection that happens to have a traffic circle below it.  Getting dropped off there meant I still had about another mile and half to Wiesemcheid by foot.  Now, it was by foot next to not a B road but a two-lane highway.  Things are getting even better…

Picture this will you.  A lone Asian man is in the middle of Germany with a large backpack and a small wheelie suitcase and another small backpack.  He is looking around very confused, and finally decides that wander onto a major two-lane highway between Mainz and Cologne would be a good idea.  It’s also 5pm, which mean in another hour or so it will be getting dark.  You see why I was questioning my planning skills at that point…

Back to first-person view now.  I got up to the top of the highway intersection, and upon realizing that while the overpass had a shoulder protected by a guardrail, the highway really didn’t.  I was not about to wander down the highway with people buzzing me having just gone around the Nurburgring.  Up ahead however was a small path leading into the woods.  Now, I knew that there was a small road just north of the highway, and this path was going north.  Hmm….

So I get started on what has to be a tractor road (2 strips of gravel and dirt with grass everywhere else) and after a while, it begins to turn left.  Great… well, it’s not gonna take me to the other road, but by turning left it meant I was heading in the right direction anyway.  Onward!  Being a dirt road also meant the wheels on the suitcase were useless so it was rather slow progress with me having to stop, rest, and switch hands every so often.  Finally, I heard the highway again (a very good sign) and I paralleled it for a while before meeting up with it again.  This time however, there was what looked to be a marked off bike or pedestrian path on the right hand shoulder.  I say looked to be because there were no signs at that point signifying it as such, but there were also no cars using it as a lane.  Yes!  A paved road!  So now, again with the confused Asian man picture in your mind, think about what it would have looked to all the drivers who passed me as I wheeled my suitcase along this highway.  Another 15 minutes or so later I finally saw buildings, and then a turn off, and I knew that yes… I had finally made it.

And just think that this was all before even setting foot NEAR the track…

Friday, October 15, 2010

On Momentum

Like many things in nature... life tend to follow momentum very well.  My trip had some pretty heavy forward momentum for the past two months for whatever reasons those were.  Not every moment was glorious or deeply satisfying, but there was enough exciting things sprinkled between the long drawn out portions to more than make up for them.  But like a ball rolling into a brick wall, momentum can be taken away just as quickly.  I'm currently sitting in my room in Amsterdam, trying to figure out... well... a lot of things.  First and foremost is trying to figure out what I"m going to do next on this trip.  My options are beginning to dwindle, partially due to cost, partially due to time, and partially due things just not working out the way I had wanted (a typical scenario).  Now... that brick wall I was talking about was this recent bout of flu I managed to pick up and that I'm still trying to get over.  Thankfully the really nasty bits are over and done with, but the linger lethargic feeling as well as the occasional headache still are around to remind me that yes... I was sick... on a trip to Europe.  Just my luck.

The next bit of figuring goes a bit deeper, and thats why I'm here in the first place.  The easy answer of course is that I went "Hey! Europe! Lets go!" and well... that might be the correct one.

Or it might not be.

I don't tend to know what I'm planning until well after I've planned it, and this has certain downsides, one major one being foresight (or the lack thereof).  The "that seemed like a good idea at the time" excuse only works so often before it gets trite, and thus one is left seeking some deeper meaning their own decisionmaking process.  My decision-making process tends toward the agonizingly slow variety, with most things needing a double or triple thinking over before I can commit to it.  I've been trying to avoid doing that on this trip, and for the most part its been a success up until recently, when having lost forward momentum and needing to regain it I've been unable to really plot my next course of action.  The Nurburgring is still on the list, but it looks like it might not be possible to make reservations for that in the near future (by near I mean in the next few days).  This leaves heading farther east into Germany (not something that was really high on my list) or just skipping the Ring for now and heading straight for Milan.  I loath skipping the Ring, but without a car to drive I'm a bit SOL unless I can swing back around and hit it before I leave.  Even Milan or Torino don't seem that exciting anymore, for reasons I can't quite put my finger on other than that well, I'm expecting a solo journey there to be very similar to my solo journeys elsewhere in Europe.  Maybe this is as far as my solo journey can really take me, or that I will allow it to take me at this time.  That little voice in my head saying "It would be more fun with more people" keeps popping up now and again, and there's no denying its correct.  But my situation is what it is, and now I just need to figure out how I'm going to make it work better.  Its kind of strange in that you would expect being here (rather than America) that I would have far more options and thus not run into those things.  But unlike being in America, I can't just decide on a whim to drastically change direction.  Any huge location changes will result in major transportation headaches, and its something that I've been trying to work out since I've gotten to Amsterdam.

An Interlude:
On this topic of transportation, I would just like to say that given a choice, I would take European rail travel over flying any day.  I may take just an hour via plane vs four hours via train, but this does not take into account the transportation from the city to the airport, hour (at least) you lose before the flight, and the transportation from the airport to your destination.  The nice thing about train stations is that they tend to be located really centrally and thus save you quite a bit of transportation time.  Not to mention first class trains feel just as good as any first class flight (though the food was... barely edible) and you have the benefit of wifi for free AND no need to pass through security.  Its a great system that should really be adopted in the states for some of the more highly traveled corridors, like say... Seattle/Portland/SF/LA/SD, or.... Boston/NYC/DC (no... Accela doesn't count... its barely high speed and its far too expensive for what it does), or even NYC/Chicago or NYC/Miami.

Back to Topic:
So where does this leave me?  I'm not sure.  I'm hungry, so I'm going to go eat soon (a good sign that this flu is finally going away), but beyond my immediate needs, I still don't have an answer for why I'm in Europe and doing all that I'm doing.  I'm looking for something, but I'm not sure what it is, and I hope that I don't pass it up when I find it.  Till then, I just have to keep moving one way or another and know that there will always be something new ahead.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

On Origins

"So where are you from?".  This was a question I asked and was asked many times while traveling through Europe.  It also a very tricky question to answer.  Actually, it only gets tricky when the other party becomes presumptuous.  When I ask "Where are you from?" I expect an answer of where they currently reside, or where they've recently decided to take residence.  However, when people ask me the question, its sometimes prefaced with a "So are you Chinese?  Korean?  Japanese?"  Well... yes... I am one of those if by birth and blood, but do I identify myself first and foremost as Chinese?  Hardly, and I would feel awful for doing so.  There's far too much wrong with China as a whole for me to identify with it, and thus being that I'm neither culturally or locationally Chinese, I feel like I can say first and foremost that I am American, and with an addendum of Chinese descent.  The real issue however isn't any malevolent intent on the part of people I talk to but rather a gross misunderstanding in what it is to be American.  I'm not really sure what someone from Argentina, or Brazil, or France really think when they hear "American" but I would guess they they expect to see someone who isn't quite so Chinese-looking.  The thing is, from this initial first impression they don't bother to try and actually figure out where I'm from and just assume that since I look Chinese, I must BE Chinese.  Its actually quite easy to tell that I'm not Chinese, and you just have to wait until I speak and realize that I neither speak English with a thick accent nor do I immediately go to Mandarin first before going to English.  Also, just by my accent alone one can place me as either American or Canadian, and quite honestly I wouldn't mind being identified (rightly or wrongly) as either one.  It would mean that the other party understands me, and that they aren't about to jump to conclusions even before we start speaking.  When I begin a conversation with someone, I would always take into account not only how they look but how they speak, as accent is a far better identifier of origin than looks alone (try picking out a Brazilian in London or Paris... its not easy on looks alone).

Monday, September 13, 2010

Nation(s) of Happiness

And just like that, the journey changes. Sitting in my hotel room in London (no, not that London yet, just London, Canada) its strange to think that just over a month ago I was back in California about to take that first step on this very long journey.  Back then I had a vague notion of what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go, but I knew that that notion would evolve and change as the journey progressed.  I had worried for a while that this change might end with me returning home early due to boredom/sickness/bad luck, but so far thankfully those three hazards have been kept more or less at bay.  It seems that my planning has now fallen into a pattern in that I scope out the next major destination ahead of time while keeping most of the day to day stuff pretty spontaneous.  Meal locations are always either by recommendation or a quick check of yelp, and hotels (a subject that will at some point be expounded upon) are almost always reserved the night of.  It keeps things, and more importantly -- me -- moving, and thus staves off the boredom and monotony that could accompany a solo journey.

How I ended up in Canada was a bit of a planned drift.  After leaving Chicago I knew I had two options -- head northeast to Michigan and continue east through Canada or head directly east through Ohio/Pennsylvania etc.  That route I have driven in the past, and well... I had no real desire to cross Ohio (aka The Land of Speeding Tickets) or Pennsylvania (aka The Land of the Amish).  I did however want to meet up with a friend who was going to be in Philadelphia for a day, but that would have required a rather grueling 12+ hour straight drive across those states in order to reach her, only to watch her leave Philadelphia the same day.  In the end, the tough decision was made to not cross via the US and rather head northeast to Michigan then Canada and finally ending up at the north end of Vermont.

Now... I was very curious of Michigan.  There's really only two cities I know in Michigan and thats Flint and Detroit, both quite... um... destitute.  I didn't make it to Flint as it was rather out of the way, but Detroit was actually a much larger city than I had expected, especially if you include some of the cities in the greater Detroit area.  Its a place that, if you go by the billboards, was built by automobiles and gambling, with a little murder on the side (Detroit 1-8-7, cuz the city's image couldn't get any worse...  And whats with jacking 187 anyway?  Thats CA Penal Code people... damn producers in Hollywood forgetting that the rest of the country isn't CA and no one is gonna be "screamin' 187 on a motherf**kin' cop" in Detroit [props for the kids who get the reference]).  The automobile history part is definitely true, but even that seems to be getting weaker and weaker as even in this bastion of American motoring the numbers of imports seem to be nearly as numerous as everywhere else in the country.  I fear given some more years rust will claim what the economy and bad management hasn't already claimed of the American car market here.

The gambling aspect has sort of been a staple ever since leaving Washington.  You really didn't have to travel far to find a small casino tucked away in the middle of a empty shopping mall parking lot, or a couple machines at a gas station or convenience.  It makes me wonder what people who play on those machines are thinking.  Its almost the same as gambling at the Las Vegas Airport.  If you're gonna blow your money there are far better and more entertaining venues to do it in than some decrepit old machine next to the Slim Jims.

So in the end, what does Detroit really bring to the table, and why am I going on about Detroit instead of the far more pressing and interesting (to me and hopefully the readers) topic of international travel?  To both... I have no idea.  Moving on...

Canada will not be my only international travel destination.  Having originally conceived this trip as purely a US sojourn, I have now added a slight (3500 mile) detour across a small pond (the Atlantic) for a short amount of time (a month).  My only reasons for doing this are 1) The flight was cheaper than normal and 2) eh... what the hell (as you can see much thought goes into my travel destinations...).  Well, ok, there was one more thing, and that was that I had foolishly missed the opportunity to do this while I was in Boston, so thought this would be a good time to more than make up for that little slip up.  I'm at once extremely excited and a bit let down already by this opportunity.  Excited because it'll be my first time in Europe and I'll be doing it the "correct" way (aka public transportation and hostels) and let down because I won't have anyone to share this journey with.  I had always envisioned my first trip to Europe as being with someone, whether it be a friend (or group of friends) or a significant other.  But I guess going it alone gives me the opportunity to scope it out before hand and be hella pro then next time around (pardon the vernacular... the norcal side will never leave me).

So then comes the rather obvious question of what I'm going to do there.  I'm actually leaving that quite open, only that I wish to see at least 3 countries and try all the food, and probably hit up all the major touristy spots.  The more interesting things however are going to require a bit more work to figure out.  Near the top of that list is driving both the Nurburgring and the Autobahn. Thats either gonna take some white lies with a rental car or some more money with a service that specializes in 'Ring tourists.  I don't really car what I lap the 'Ring in really, just so long as I do it and finish, in one piece, and without a huge damage bill  ('Ring cleanup after a wreck is highly efficient but definitely not cheap, and the driver foots the entire bill).  Come to think of it, that probably means I should just buy someones 100 euro beater and drive it around till its dead.  No skin off my nose if it trades paint with the Armco...

But thats planning for another time.  Its currently very late, and I am trying very hard to get going before the clock strikes noon everyday...

Saturday, September 4, 2010

People of Happiness

Its odd that I haven't written at all about what I'm actually on the road for.  For a while it felt like the actual Nation of Happiness project wasn't going anywhere, and that I was just gonna be on the road for a long roadtrip.  It was a great feeling however to finally meet people who were willing and happy to share their stories.  Here's a short recap of the people I have met so far:

Shivey - Meeting Shivey was a great experience, as he is someone who I see as a figure for success in life.  I met Shivey through my great friend Liz (who accompanied me on the first week of my trip) and her endless stories of "Shivey did this" and "Shivey did that".  When I finally met him however the the first thing that stood out with just his pleasant demeanor and willingness to spare his precious time (he's working on a Ph.D, so time is definitely precious) for Liz and I.  His stories and outlooks however are what I really took away from that meeting.  Here is someone who really got it, someone who not only could articulate happiness and the what it took to be happy but also managed to live everything he spoke.  He has every challenge in life as an opportunity and when those weren't enough seeked greater challenges in order to truly push and better himself.  It was just amazing to see what sheer determination could do, whether it be getting you up a mountain or through a mountain of work.

Maxine - I met Maxine at a tourist information building in Newcastle WY.  She was working there and helped me out with directions and lodging information for Mt Rushmore, and was kind enough to do an interview with me after business became lighter.  Maxine has had a some major hardships in her life with both a loss of a husband and a son, and it was interesting to see how one copes with major losses like that and still go on with life. Her story is really about the struggle of happiness and about how one chooses or refuses to choose what it is that makes them happy.

Wally - I met wally a day later when I went to Jewel Cave.  He was our tour guide for the visit, and after the tour we sat down in the old ranger cabin for an interview.  Wally was an interesting figure in that he was definitely a man of choice and decision.  It seemed to me that his life was a study in how major decisions pave the way for one's future.  He started out in the military and later moved into the ministry, where he stayed for 2 decades.  After seeing less and less progress, he changed his life again and worked in the correctional facility counseling at risk youth, and even went as far as to adopt some of those youth into his own family.  Having finally retired from this he spent a year off before being spurred to take another career change and go into the Park Ranger service, which is where he is today.  Its amazing to see someone who not only has gone through so much change in his life, but done so on his own accord, and in doing this managed to both meet and redefine what his own personal happiness is about.

Joey - Meeting Joey was as much of an experience for him as it was for me.  We met at Milwaukee Brewing Company where he was there with some of his family and friends.  It was bit of chance encounter, as it started with a simple request for me to take a photo of their group.  We got to talking about the tour and then about myself and my trip, and even before I made the request for an interview he already had told me what it was that made him happy, which is seeing someone like myself undertake a trip like this.  He stated how far too many people dream of doing something like this but far too few actually follow through with it, for a variety of reasons.  I think I would have easily fallen into latter category (and indeed have many times in the past) had I not been unhappy with things enough to finally undertake this drastic change in my life.  Whats funny about this is that in the grand scheme of things, I actually had very little to be unhappy about.  I think I just felt that without doing something truly major with my life at this point that I would never get this opportunity ever again.  There's been many times in the past in which I know I've let opportunities big and small go, and it was about time I capitalized on a major opportunity when everything was right.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

An Interlude

So having been through a small but not insignificant portion of the US, I thought it would be a good time to give a running assessment of what I thought of each area, in very broadbrush (aka totally unscientific and probably biased) terms.  I will be doing this periodically, for the sake of brevity, doing it by state.

California - Not much to say about it that hasn't already been said really.  The best observation is that if you want to experience a little bit of every other state, go the California.  You'll be guaranteed to find something there.

Oregon - The last bastion of the true hippie.  I'm not talking about the Burning-Man-going-pot-smoking-lives-at-home kind of hippie but the brown-clothes-backpack-dreads-wandering-aimlessly-communing-with-nature kind of hippie.  They seem to exist everywhere there, and are more or less tolerated as a feature of the landscape, like say... the bums of Berkeley.

Washington - If there was a state that resembled California, this would be it.  The coast definitely has a bay area vibe, albeit with a bit more of an outdoor emphasis.  The interior is surprisingly dry and the eastern edge hits the Rockies and thus goes back to being woodsy, not unlike a larger version of the Sierras.  You also get your spectrum of people from the progressives of the coast to the bible-thumping conservatives of the central area.  I can see why bay area transplants do so well in this state.

Idaho - Umm... Potatoes?  I saw about 2% of that state, and nary a potato I saw...

Montana - A surprisingly pleasant place to be.  Yes... it does get bitterly cold in the winter, and you are well... far from practically everything, but at least it isn't Wyoming?  I mean, I did see a Japanese student with her parents at the University of Montana, so that's got to count for something right?

Wyoming - Yellowstone aside, Wyoming is probably the last place I'd want to be stuck in.  Think of it like this: Picture the Mojave Desert.  If you can't, picture the Sahara, but with some random shrubbery and some cactus. Now take out the cactus, and cut down the shrubbery.  Then take a giant rolling pin and flatten everything out a little bit.  Finally, throw in a road (maybe two, if you're really adventurous) and a power line.  Voila!  You have Wyoming.  I have serious doubts as to whether people actually live in the state or they just stick random buildings there to keep the tourists happy.

South Dakota - Another surprisingly pleasant place to be, after the barren wasteland that was Wyoming.  Scorching temperatures aside, SD has its share of national parks, and at least there is either a)Signs of civilization or b) wilderness, not this strange limbo land of fenced wilderness like I saw in Wyoming (I think you're starting to the picture of my feelings toward Wyoming).  Just don't go to the capitol (Pierre).  That was quite possibly the biggest dump of a city I have seen, and I had to check multiple times to make sure that it was in fact the capitol instead of say, a really bad wrong turn into those areas your parents told you never to venture into.

North Dakota - So far this is the definition of a "Meh..." state for me.  Its got the sparsely populated look of SD without any of charm or major national parks.  On the plus side, its capitol is actually a decent city and its capitol building is actually rather unique (unlike say... Montana and SD, who seemed to somehow have hired the same architect with the same set of plans.  I'm all for 2 for 1 deals, but come on guys... this is a capitol building, not a pair of shoes!).

Minnesota - Ahh... the state of 10,000 lakes.  Thats 10,000 more places for mosquitoes to breed... Damn those things.  I was eaten alive in a rather foolhardy attempt to camp one night, and will forever curse any place that combines hot humid temperatures with large standing bodies of water.  That aside, Minneapolis-St Paul is quite the bustling metropolis.  It strangely reminds me of Boston, with the river running through the center and a bunch of differing and small niche districts.  Its got none of the scale of a large midwestern town like say Chicago or Indianapolis but it does manage to cram quite a bit into a rather small downtown area.  The surrounding areas... well thats still up for debate at this point.  It seems to be a hodge-podge of large commercial zones, as if a Sim City player decided to zone light commercial and accidentally made that the entire perimeter of the city.