Fact or Fiction?

We all tell stories – some of us, every day. One example is as simple as the way you position your camera when you take a selfie. You can take a selfie from above or below, and each way tells a different story. The position of the camera is important because it changes the viewer’s perspective and reminds them of a certain feeling. Here’s how it works: If a large stranger looks down at you, when you look up at them, your first reaction is probably fear. Looking up at someone can be scary. In contrast, if you look down at a small child, they look harmless and cute. People don’t want their viewers to be scared of them, so they hold their camera up high and point it down at their face. For the viewer of their selfie, they become like the small child: harmless and cute.

Throughout history, people have been telling stories with subtle decisions. One great example of this is a photo of St. Paul’s Cathedral taken during World War II. In 1940, the German Nazis dropped hundreds of bombs on London, lit many houses in flames, and just missed the famous church, St. Paul’s Cathedral. One photographer, Herbert Mason, waited one hour for the smoke to clear to get this shot. Down below, on the left, is the image Herbert Mason took to show the religious monument standing tall even amidst the war. The British newspaper pasted in the whole photo with the headline “War’s Greatest Picture: St. Paul’s Stands Unharmed in the Midst of the Burning City.” On the other side is the completely different way Germans displayed it in their newspaper. Their headline translates to “The City of London is Burning!” Hitler is expressing excitement and happiness for his country because they killed 600 more British people. With a few touch-ups and a crop, he relayed a totally different message than the one the photographer had intended.

Every day we see media, whether it is social media, youtube, newspapers, or TV. The way the writer or editor chooses to display the media and news to you is entirely up to them. They can photoshop, edit or even just crop their photos to tell a completely different story. They can alter their writing to make different facts sound more or less important. They can take one photo and come to opposite conclusions based on how they want you to perceive it.

Has someone led you to a certain opinion through their story? The same facts can be used to reach many different conclusions. Pictures can be stories themselves and it’s difficult to know when you are looking at facts and when you are looking at someone’s opinion.

Do you think you can tell the difference? Next time you are watching the news or looking at social media, think, ‘Am I drawing the conclusion myself based off of facts?’ or ‘Have I adopted the opinion of the author?’ It is not always as simple as fact or fiction.

Living as a Bedouin

I am excited when I see a tourist come through our town. They will sometimes bring books for me and my brothers and sisters. Reading books is how I learned English. I am the only one in my family who knows it. It is quite a responsibility. I am the one talking to the tourists when they come through.

I am happy to live with all of my cousins and family, but sometimes I want to find new friends of my own, outside of my small community. Sometimes I dream of going into a bustling city, shopping through the streets, buying warm pastries and shopping for new shoes. I have never seen a skyscraper.

I am lucky because we don’t have to move every week. We have an oasis inside a cave that our ancestors found in the desert thousands of years ago. We do not have to be nomadic, moving our home every week, because we have water right in our backyard. Surrounding us is a sandy and rocky landscape but there is one green place, my favorite place to look at. Our oasis is a place with green shrubs, date palms and water.

I am very privileged to be Bedouin. I learn to be part of the desert. I can navigate anywhere using the winds, sun and stars. I see, smell and hear things kilometers away. I can tell you when a car is coming minutes before you will notice, and I can find an herb to ease an aching bone. I know when danger may be around, and I always stay safe.

I am lucky to have an uncle who can help whenever someone gets hurt. A few days ago, my cousin got a thorn stuck in her foot. He got it out by soaking it in donkey poop. Camel poop doesn’t work. After two days, it just popped out! My uncle is the smartest man I know.

We hold our traditions so tightly, as tightly as my baby sister holds our mom when she’s scared. Time here stands as still as the mountains; mountains that have not moved for thousands of years. I will show you our mountains, show you our town, and show you all of the Bedouin secrets. Visit me and you will learn how to use plants for medicine, how to locate water in a desert, and how to live off the land in the desert, how to recite poetry, dance our traditional sword dance, ride camels, herd livestock, make three meals around meat and dairy from our livestock, knit tents, and so much more. When you arrive, I will show you our world.

 

Living Below the Line

Poverty. This is what I live in.

Poverty line. This is what I live below.

Someone once asked me, “What is Soweto?”

Soweto is sharing a port-a-potty with 200 other people.

Soweto is getting up in the morning before the sun rises, on a stained mattress and filthy blankets and knowing I have to work. I fetch water for my brothers and sisters to bathe. I fetch water for us to drink.

Soweto is a smell of urine, blood and filth. My baby sister wets her bed every night. The cloth diaper I made for her isn’t enough.

Soweto is being tired before I arrive at school. Every morning I fetch water for my family, wake up my siblings, and feed and dress us all. I have no energy by the time I get to school. I sleep during class, because like all the other girls, I spend all night laying awake, protecting my body and few belongings. Our bodies do not belong to us. Our bodies belong to older men. Men who have more money than we do. These men come with the promise of an iPhone or money, in return for our bodies. Many girls in my class are pregnant. Some have children as old as three. We are in grade nine.

Soweto is watching my younger sisters go to school, hoping they will not be faced with the same challenges as every other girl in our community but knowing they will. I hope when they go to school they learn. I watch my brothers go to school. I hope they will not turn into the older men in our community but I realize they will become like every other black man. Enslaved by alcohol and drugs.

Soweto is taking turns with my mother on cold nights, tending my fire and others. If something catches fire, all of our few belongings will go with it. We’ll take the rest of our village with us because only a tin wall and palm hair separate my family’s room from our neighbors’ on all sides.

Soweto requires a lot of hope. Hoping is something everyone can do, no matter how much money you have. I hope for many things. I hope one day blacks will be equal to whites in South Africa. We have laws to support equality, but people’s hearts and minds are still catching up. Yesterday a white boy called me a monkey. I hope our community shapes itself up, people can get jobs, and people will not live off of recycling and food scraps. I collect food scraps from under the tables where white people sit. I collect them the same way the dogs do. The only difference is the dogs get their food scraps in a bowl.

I hope for a job. I don’t want to follow in my mother’s footsteps. I want to follow in the footsteps of a life worth passing on and remembering. I hope for education. A good education. Not the free one the government is so proud to provide — 1 tired teacher for 70 students is not going to teach us enough to get a job.

I hope for an education to teach me how to live outside of this township. I hope to become a lawyer. I hope to fight for others, who cannot fight for themselves. I will not charge any money. I will help communities like mine.

I hope for a stable government. Not a corrupt one. For a president who is literate. For police who do their jobs, not for ones who ask for money to go in their pockets.

My family does not live only with sadness. We find fun things to keep us occupied. We play hopscotch with sticks from the trees. We laugh and enjoy each other’s company.

We see others around us who have the same as us, and we see some happier and some more depressed. You don’t need money to live a rich life. Friends and family always are right by your side. Money is not.

Soweto is the place I live. Where do you live? Imagine yourself living in my life. Can you picture it? Would you lose hope? Or would you keep hope and try as hard as you can to hold onto it?

Science lesson! Threats to Seaside Villages

There are 17,000 active volcanoes in Indonesia above the water, so just think how many are underwater! When volcanoes underwater erupt, they cause earthquakes, which send out ripples all the way to shore. These ripples are actually huge waves which are also known as tsunamis. Tsunamis can threaten homes near the shore. Twenty years ago, a tsunami destroyed all the homes and killed all of the people in one of the stilted fishing village on the island of Flores. Many homes on Flores are weak and brittle so they break easily.  When the tsunami strikes, homes near the water get carried away.

Climate change is also threatening seaside homes. One reason is because a warmer earth means more tropical storms which can blow houses down. Another reason is that the ocean is getting taller as glaciers melt. This causes sea level rise. Why does it rise? Imagine you have a glass full of ice cubes. The ice cubes float above the surface of the water, and when the ice cubes melt there is more water, so it rises. 

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Fun Fact

  1. There are 22,000 islands in Indonesia

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A fun project to do at home

Q: Why does global warming cause sea level rise?

A: Our oceans have giant ice cubes in them called glaciers. As the earth warms up, the glaciers will melt. When icy glaciers melt back into the oceans, there is more ocean water, so the water level rises.

Try it yourself!

  1. Fill a glass with water and ice cubes. Make sure the ice cubes are peeping out of the water a bit!
  2. Carefully mark the level of the water on the outside of the glass with a piece of tape.
  3. Wait for the ice to melt.
  4. Mark the new water level with another piece of tape.

Did the level of the water change? It should be a little bit higher because the ice cubes were floating above the surface of the water, and when the ice cubes melt the water will rise.

How many islands (green) and underwater volcanoes (dark blue) can you find in this map of Indonesia?

Indha, a young mother in Indonesia

I live here. On a stilt house, handcrafted from bamboo, pounded into the mud. I sleep here. On the patterned rug, given to me by my mother. I lay there, every night trying and trying to fall asleep, but instead, I roll over. I roll over to check on my children. My baby, only 8 months old, and my 3 year old — the night is the only time he stays in one place. I look at the sores on their bodies. Small red ones on their legs and arms. I look outside. I see water. Water lined with trash. I look out beyond our small floating village. I see clean, clear ocean, sparkling.

I have not left my village since my 3 year old was born. I remember seeing him for the first time. That is when it hit me. I was going to be a mom. I was fifteen years old. I watched him scream and wiggle until he finally fell asleep in my arms. I saw women, with hijabs walking the bamboo street, right outside my room. They smiled inside, happy to have another baby in our small community.

Our village is Muslim, different from the other Christian villages surrounding mine. I wear a hijab every day and every night. Every night, I fall asleep with my son on my chest. His father sleeping right beside me. He is not my spouse. He is my son’s father, the father who is not willing to change the diapers. Now, I look over at him, asleep. He is a fisherman from Sulawesi. Twenty years ago a tsunami wrapped around his small village, along with some neighboring villages as well. It came and it left, and it did not bother to leave anything for anybody. But it brought my son’s father to me. Now I enjoy them, raising them with my mother’s help.

Củ Chi Tunnels, Vietnam

The kind of tunnel that you climb in for 12 years.
The kind of tunnel where you get married.
The kind of tunnel where you have 2 children.
The kind of tunnel that is less than one meter tall, where you have to crawl on your stomach to move around.
The kind of tunnel that smells of urine and sweat.
The kind of tunnel that has no toilet.
The kind of tunnel that has no clean water.
The kind of tunnel where you have one meal a day: rice.
The kind of tunnel where air is scarce.
The kind of tunnel that you never leave.

The Củ Chi tunnels are outside Ho Chi Minh City in Southern Vietnam.

44  years ago there was a civil war in Vietnam between the north and the south Vietnamese. It was a political argument about what kind of government they should have. The north wanted communism and the south wanted a democracy and free market capitalism. The US participated in the war for the last 10 years of it and many US soldiers died fighting in Vietnam.

Communists in southern Vietnam dug tunnels underground to stay alive. We talked to Giang who entered these tunnels when he was a teenager and lived there for twelve years. He had to be careful because there were traps planted in the tunnels for the American soldiers. The passages were so tiny that American soldiers would not fit into them. Thousands of Vietnamese squeezed into this underground maze, and they were never comfortable. But they were safe and stayed alive. Giang got married in these tunnels and had two children there before the war was over, when everyone was able to come out and breathe fresh air again.

“Giang” showing us a map of the tunnels where he lived

The tunnel’s secret entryway

*Enlarged for tourists

Hope for a Cambodian 4 year old

Sokhem is a small 4-year-old Khmer boy. His name means “hope.”
Hope for all the things he didn’t have.
Hope for a fully working body.
Hope for a community where people have enough food to eat.
Hope for a water filter so he doesn’t get sick every month.
Hope for a better home — stronger than just sticks posted in the mud.
Hope for better quality clothes.
Hope for a better body brace because his broken shoulder hurt whenever he moved.
Hope for all the things he didn’t have, because for a four year old, hope is something you can always have.

 

A School in Flores

The children look happy at the dusty school. They are short; a lot shorter than children in the USA, but this is typical in Indonesia. Some of them are barefoot, but many wear flip-flops made up of plastic sheets and rubber. They all wear identical uniforms: dusty tan button-up collared shirts with pants for the boys and skirts for the girls. The children are told to make their clothes last as long as possible so that they will not have to pay for new ones, as they have little money to spare.

Most of the children live in the indigenous village right across the street, but some of them have to walk 2 hours down a mountain road to get home from school every afternoon. Since it is after school, only about 50 students are left. Normally the kids have classes separately, but now they all squished into one classroom. They sing us three songs and dance. In return, we sing them two songs on the ukulele — “Someone to Lava,” and “You are My Sunshine.”

Each child gets a new simple notebook and a new pen. I teach them addition and subtraction. When I check their work, the 12 year-olds and the 6 year-olds have similar mistakes adding and subtracting simple numbers, which makes me question how much the older ones learned in six years at their school. Normally, the older kids would do much better than the younger ones! They look happy, but it doesn’t look like they are learning much.

The Separation Barrier

I am the separation barrier. Separating two countries, two leaders, two religions. I stand here, between them. Thick layers of powerful messages coat my body. Israeli watch guards hover over me, threatening to spray tear gas at anyone trying to attack.

I divide two lands. Israelis live on one side of me and Palestinians on the other. Israelis and Palestinians have been fighting over this land since 1948 when Israel was born. The Jews had wanted their own country for thousands of years, and after the holocaust, so many Jews were displaced that it only made sense to create a Jewish country to provide homes for them. But the Palestinians never accepted Israel.

I represent division. Jewish Israelis are not allowed to travel to Palestine but Arab Israelis can pass through my gates at leisure. Palestinians are only allowed to travel to Israel if they have special visas which are very hard to get. They must maintain a completely clean record to do so. One spit or strike could mean being trapped on one side of me for the rest of their life. Over 18 years I have watched people get hurt right in front of me, thrown against me, bloody and wounded. I stand strong, unaffected, separating two countries, two leaders, two religions. I am the separation barrier.

 

Indigenous Indians

Things you see in pictures are true. They are not photoshopped and edited or taken at the exact right time. This is what is going on around the world. When I saw the dirty and dusty children in Kumbhalgarh, India, working and begging in the streets, it made me realize how lucky I am, to have nutritious food, clean water, a house, an education, and many opportunities for fun extra activities, such as art and sports. Many children don’t have these opportunities.

In Kumbhalgarh, the children slept on the streets in the evening and begged for money in the day. That was their life. They knew they were unlucky to be born into poverty, and they knew they couldn’t change how their parents treated them. They haven’t realized just how unlucky they are. This is their life. They have never known anything different.

A child in Kumbhalgarh and I could have switched places when we were born. I could be living the life they are in right now. They could be living my life on the other side of the world, feeling so fortunate for their great house, family and friends, and being able to go to bed every night knowing they will be safe when they wake up the next morning.

Me to We

I got to see how one humanitarian group, called Me to We, is trying to help. My family and I connected with this group because I went to an elementary school involved with the Me to We program. This kind of school encourages kids to make positive changes locally and globally. At Ohlone, fourth and fifth graders organized bake sales and fundraisers to raise money that was sent to the Me to We organization. These experiences made me realize how hard it is to make money.

My class was able to attend a large gathering of schools and donors for an inspirational “We Day.” At “We Day”, lots of children and adults gathered together to learn how to help other children around the world. Listening to those speakers telling stories about people who had so much less than me helped me realize how lucky I actually was.

Me to We has 5 main goals to improve communities

  1. Clean Water and Nutritious Food – Helping people grow more productive and nutritious food and finding or building wells.
  2. Shelter- Building homes for indigenous families.
  3. Health Care – Getting access to Health Care
  4. Education – Helping children go to and stay in school
  5. Opportunity – learning skills that can lead to good jobs and a sustainable life

Kumbhalgarh

At We schools, we are educated about how unfortunate some children in different parts of the world are. Although we are told and shown through videos how much less privileged some children are, nothing beats observing it in real life.This is why I think it is good and completely life-changing to see other children’s lives firsthand.

In October, my family and I visited Me to We in Kumbhalgarh, a small rural village in Rajasthan, India, and saw how Me to We is pursuing their 5 goals there. We got to meet several families and their children and we also helped build a girls’ bathroom at their school.

We saw details of how the organization’s goals are important for very poor, indigenous people. Me to We focuses on families who are native to the land and who are not part of mainstream culture. They mostly focus on the mother in the family. Indigenous people are often the poorest and most needy, and the women usually lead the family.

Clean Water

When we were in Kumbhalgarh, we saw many children who looked very unhealthy, whether they suffered from diseases, disabilities, or malnutrition. One disease many children get in Kumbhalgarh is tapeworms. Tapeworms eat the very few nutrients available to the children which causes the children to slowly starve. Tapeworms occur because of poor sanitation and hygiene: children drink water from wells that are open to runoff from the fields. People in these villages are not accustomed to using toilets and they also don’t have access to toilets many times – they just do their business in the fields – so when it rains, their waste gets carried off by the rain water. When a child gets tapeworms, the worms will come out in their waste. When it rains, her poop will get washed into the water well that children drink from. When other children in the village drink the water, they will get those worms in their stomachs.

 

Dirty water led to malnutrition, which led to other problems, like getting sick and not doing well in school. It’s hard to think when you are hungry and hard to learn when your brain is not fed. Many children were getting sick from dirty water because they did not have the resources or habit to filter and boil the water.

Me to We provided families with stove tops and pots to boil the water and spent many hours teaching the mothers and children to use them every day.

Nutritious food

Helping people grow more productive and nutritious food
If you look on the cluttered streets of India, you will probably see many children appearing dirty, sick, and starving. Children that belong to tribal families often suffer even more and have worse health because their older relatives think of food as something to make you less hungry, but they don’t necessarily consider it as a nutritious form of energy. The people of Kumbhalgarh only get vegetables 3 out of 12 months a year because there is a very short period of time when the weather is right to grow wheat and corn, the local crops. So in the other 9 months, they mostly eat bread.

Malnutrition hurts people’s health in different ways. For example, cuts and scrapes affect children’s bodies more because their immune systems are so weak. A lack of protein in children’s diets leads to iron deficiency, a common problem in Kumbhalgarh not only because meat is not widely available but also because the local religion doesn’t allow them to eat meat. In order to be healthier, bigger, and smarter, people need enough nutrients in their food. In Kumbhalgarh, nobody has enough land to grow enough food for their families. Also, the food they are growing does not contain adequate protein and nutrients. Many times malnutrition leaves children with mental or physical health disabilities, and they are not able to get help. This malnutrition results in smaller brains and mental illnesses which makes it harder to learn. Teachers in India often don’t have much sympathy for a slow or tired child, and the child may get hit or sent out of the classroom because of something they cannot control.

Me to We has introduced more productive modern agricultural ideas that taught better farming practices, such as crop rotation, proper fertilization techniques, higher protein crops, and planting techniques. The indigenous people of Kumbhalgarh had been using their irrigation techniques for centuries. They worked. However, some changes can help a lot. The farmers were still using a plow design that was 4,000 years old! Just switching to a modern plow design that turns over the soil can improve their yields drastically. Modern hybrid seeds are more productive than the ancient seeds that the farmers had. However, the new seeds are not a perfect solution. Over time the modern seeds will become less productive, so then the farmers have to buy new seeds. Me to We helps educate the family on how the seeds would give families more food from the same amount of land. Me to We buys starter seeds for the family and helps them learn how to make money from extra products. This way they can buy new seeds every 5-6 years when the productivity goes down, and also have more food to feed their family every year.

Health Care

We observed in Kumbhalgarh that almost everybody has some health condition, whether it is physical or mental. When unhealthy children get a minor virus, such as the flu, they can get very ill and even die because their body is already weak from malnutrition and dirty water. Though healthcare in India is free, many people do not get it solely because they do not know it exists.

Me to We helps by just informing the families where the nearest clinic is. In rural areas, this is harder because it is so far away from the nearest clinic. Sometimes they help people learn how to get to the clinics, and when to go. When a woman is pregnant, sometimes the clinic will travel to them.

Education

We visited the local school in Kumbhalgarh. They had 4 classrooms for 300 students, with about 70 students in each classroom. The walls were crumbling and they had no bathrooms – only a recently installed pit toilet.

 

Me to We builds schools with help from volunteers and donations. They work with people in the community and check in on families to make sure their children are going to school. Me to We also provides books, pens, and uniforms for the children.

When we visited, the We program was in the middle of building the school’s first toilet. The school realized that when girls hit puberty they usually dropped out of school because there was no toilet with privacy. Me to We started helping by just digging a hole in the ground. I helped build a foundation for a private girls’ toilet. We put rock after rock and heaping spoonfuls of “masala” cement. (In India, masala is anything that is mixed. Masala tea, masala cement: mixed herbs, mixed sand, same thing.)

 

By helping build a bathroom for that small school, we hopefully helped the girls ages 10-14 continue to go to school to further their education. Children in India go to school for an average of 12 years, as well as having a 62.80% literacy rate(World Factbook, CIA), but in Kumbhalgarh, the average years of school is much lower, an average of 6-8 years.

Opportunity

The We organization tried to focus on helping families stay together and become sustainable in their villages instead of moving into Western civilization, such as big cities. They started achieving this by teaching the families useful things to make everyday life easier, such as boiling water so they don’t get sick every week. They taught them skills that would be helpful in their community that could lead to a sustainable life. They also taught them how to grow more food on their land so they could sell some in the towns.

How does Kumbhalgarh symbolize the rest of the world?

This year, we are seeing children around the world. Most of the children I have met were smiling and seemingly happy, but not everyone has the same things. Some children, like us, have clean water, nutritious food, doctors, schools to go to, and opportunities. Others have much less. They speak different languages and laugh at different jokes, but they all have the same needs. They need to be healthy, and they want to learn things and accomplish things in their lives. Me to We may not have all the answers, but they provided a good outline of what people need to live a happy and healthy life.

 

Sources

  1. The World Factbook
  2. Me to We

Who Am I?

I am 3 meters long and I can weigh more than 300 pounds. I am the heaviest of my kind. I am a very scaly combination of a lizard and a dinosaur. My kind only exist on three islands in the Indonesian national park that is named after me.

I have thrived in the harsh climate of Indonesia’s Islands for millions of years. I camouflage really well into trees and leaves, and I will eat almost anything, including carrion, deer, pigs, babies of my species, and even large water buffalo and humans. I can eat 80 percent of my body weight in just one meal!

Sometime tourists are looking at me and I bite them because humans are sometimes quite annoying. My saliva has over 50 strains of bacteria, and within 24 hours, my prey usually dies of blood poisoning. I calmly and quietly follow my escapee for miles as the bacteria takes effect, using my great sense of smell to hone in on their corpse — I can smell blood up to five miles away. Humans are a delicious delicacy, but usually, they take medicine so they don’t die.

Even though I am protected, I am beginning to go extinct. My kind may be gone in 30 years.

Who am I?

 

 

Answer: suoƃɐɹp opoɯoʞ

Mongolia vs. India

Despite both being located in Asia, Mongolia and India are two very different countries. India is much more colorful and lively than Mongolia. However, it is also a little overwhelming. Everywhere you step there is a new smell and a new sound. When you walk down the road, you will find poop everywhere. Mongolia is the exact opposite. In Mongolia, they will pick up all of the poop for fuel. If you look around in Mongolia you will probably see nothing.

The climate and the density of the populations of these two countries are stark opposites. Mongolia has a very dry and cold climate. In Mongolia, you will find everyone has dry and chapped lips and skin. Everybody is always wearing at least 2, if not 3, jackets if they are to step foot outside. In contrast, the climate in India is very hot and humid. Indians just finished monsoon season, which is the very wet time of year, so the air will still be quite moist, but the sun will nevertheless beat down rays of hot light that vibrate off of people’s chestnut-colored skin.

India is one of the most densely populated countries in the world, while Mongolia is the exact opposite. If you step foot into Delhi, the capital of India, you will find it very crowded and messy, and you have to watch where you step so you don’t step on anybody, as someone may be lying flat on the floor, taking a nap. If you are flying in a plane over India and look out the window, you will probably see a town or small community through the dense urban smog. In Mongolia, you will almost certainly find snow-dusted mountains or flat, completely undeveloped land.

While Mongolia and India are very different countries, they still have much in common. The warm and friendly people of these two countries provide great hospitality towards everyone. In Mongolia, if you drive past a person’s house or ger, (a big round tent with a heater in the middle), you get out of your car and knock on their door, as it is considered rude to stand outside. People love it if you come in to say hello. The whole family will discontinue what they are doing, whether they are cooking, cleaning, caring for their livestock or riding a horse.  They will invite you into their house or ger and the woman of the house will make you milk tea, cookies, cheese curds, and butter that was fresh from their cows. The man of the house will sit down with you and have a conversation. They will find it very interesting if you show them photos of where you live because it is so different from where they live. They will make you a whole meal if you don’t interrupt them.

India and Mongolia are both countries where you settle for comfortable, but not luxurious. Despite their very different climates and the density of the population, the warmth and great hospitality in both places is unique. Both countries are stark, distinct and completely unforgettable. Honestly, I would not revisit either of these places, but it was definitely worth going at least once.

Differences in Delhi

As soon as we land in Delhi, we can immediately tell it is going to be a different experience. Delhi is the capital of India, and we will stay here for only one day. From our hotel, we can see two amazing and beautiful temples. The weather is very humid, about as humid as Hawaii, but so, so smoky.

A bus meets us at the gate of our hotel. Our guide tells us we are going to Old Delhi, and he reminds us we are in New Delhi right now. As soon as we arrive, we are already overwhelmed. There are people scattered everywhere – up and down the streets and alleyways. We immediately realize this is going to be a very different and interesting experience. We get out of our van, a little nervous.

We go to the main market, which sells trinkets and food. We notice there are no other tourists here. The market is in alleyways which seem to come out of a dystopian movie. Wires hang everywhere, dirt and trash litter the concrete ground, and crumbling apartment buildings are over 400 years old. This is not my favorite market ever, but it is very interesting to see how other people live so differently than what I am used to.

Later, we visit two different temples: a large Muslim temple and a large Sikh temple. The Muslim temple has a nicer vibe, but the Sikh temple is extraordinarily cool because it serves 40,000-70,000 meals a day. We check out the kitchen and it is amazing! The pots could fit 10 people in them. Volunteers roll out hundreds of parathas and throw them on a giant skillet. All sort of people are helping, including old men and moms with children. One toddler helps roll out bread. An old man with an aged beard and a light blue turban stirs hundreds of gallons of lentils, beans, and rice in big steel pots, using a huge metal saucepan as a spoon. We could have hopped in and started cooking as they would not have minded, but we had to go home to get ready for our next event.

We walk back to our car, through the traffic. A homeless family on the side of a busy street enjoys what little they have, which happens to be a game of ‘Sorry,’ my favorite. Delhi is VERY crowded and busy, and everywhere we turn, we bump into someone.

It is very cool to see how so many other people live, but I have no desire to spend more than a day here. When we tell our guide Delhi is less organized than the streets and towns where we live, he says he had just visited Florida, New Jersey, and New York. He explains they were way too empty and organized for him. This makes me realize wherever you grow up is tremendously going to affect how you look at new places because you will always compare them to what you are used to.

Luge Luxury

Luge

Noun  Definition: a light toboggan for one or two people, ridden in a sitting or supine position.

  1. You stand in line for tickets.

  2. You get tickets for the gondola and the luge

  3. You ride up the gondola

  4. You get helmets

  5. You stand in line for the luge

  6. You get into the little sled car

  7. You ride down the hill

  8. You feel the wind beating against your face

  9. You get to the bottom

  10. You do it again

Here are some pictures:

The luge track

View from the luge cafe

Here is a bonus video link: https://photos.app.goo.gl/QRv6JzT7VYYqYdt63

First New Zealand Meal

You begin with freshly caught crayfish from the island. As soon as the seafood melts in your mouth you immediately notice the delicateness and flakiness of the shellfish. It has a nice light mayonnaise-like sauce covering it, and an apple and celeriac slaw. Freshly picked dill and a nasturtium leaf from the garden rest atop the crayfish. Around this, you notice a sprinkling of salmon roe. You begin counting them and then get lost and start enjoying your first canapé. The fish eggs start off salty and briny and then suddenly get fishy. Your mom especially likes the small explosion in her mouth after biting into each egg.

The next canapé arrives — a hot cream-based mushroom and onion soup topped with a piece of crispy parma ham and micro greens from the garden. As the soup touches your tongue, you feel the warmth circulate through your whole body. As you take another sip, you decide the mushrooms were sauteed to perfection.

The mushrooms foreshadow the best bruschetta you can remember: a perfectly toasted piece of freshly baked baguette bread with a light coating of olive oil, a little bit of garlic, and a bunch of mushrooms with onions. On top, you find fresh chives picked from the backyard garden.

After this decadent dish, piping hot bread and newly churned butter greet you. You tear open the crispy exterior, and the hot bun in the middle softens the still cold butter. You top your hot bread with a sprinkle of Fleur De Sel and garden thyme.

You receive a small dish of rice risotto with a fishy tomato sauce — not your favorite, but your parents like it. As the dish touches your tongue, a warm tomatoey taste appears, and then as you are about to take another bite, a fishy feeling creeps onto your tongue. You find this feeling quite unpleasant, but your parents are both sitting there with their eyes closed and chewing like sleeping lambs. Your mom later tells you that that was her favorite dish of the whole meal. In contrast, your sister sticks out her tongue and pulls her spoon away from her mouth as soon as she smells it. Your parents glare and she takes a bite — a small bite, even for an ant. Your parents are somewhat satisfied so your sister goes back to her bread and butter with a sigh of relief.

Now, the entree. A delicate, medium rare, and tender sea bass topped with crispy, scaly skin. A salad composed of fresh and sweet pomegranate seeds, mint, and farro. Fresh micro greens and carrots on top of a butternut squash puree, balanced by some freshly squeezed orange juice. The dish is one of the fanciest ones so far, but you cannot enjoy it to its full potential because you are getting so full.

Finally, dessert. You get to choose between dairy free raspberry and coconut based ice cream or a thick and custardy panna cotta. You choose both. They arrive served in a nice ceramic dish painted the color of a dark ripe apple. On top of both, you spot freeze-dried fruit and crunchy sweet and salty freshly baked biscotti. You only end up having one bite of each because you are so full from the other six courses. It is a great way to end the meal, but you feel sad that you can’t enjoy it more.

After dinner, you venture to the garden and look at all of the freshly grown plants. There are so many! Kale to fava beans, herbs to rhubarb. Almost all of the ingredients in this meal’s every course were freshly picked from the garden today. You pick one more fava bean pod and quickly scurry across the garden to meet up with your family.

 

Arizona Memorial

Arizona Memorial


Names. First and middle initial, then last name.


The USS Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor in Honolulu, Hawaii, symbolizes 1102 of the 1177 sailors and marines killed on the boat during the time the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. This attack is what caused the US to join World War II. When you get off the boat and walk onto the memorial, you feel sadness creep into the air around you. You look around and notice everyone is quiet. Everybody is looking at the many names on the wall. People pay respect to their loved ones. You search for names you know and stumble across a few. Then you see a line starting to form outside the boat. You get in the line and take the boat back to the museum.

Here are some photos of the Arizona Memorial:

This is what the Arizona Memorial looked like from the outside

The top of the sunken ship

Some of the many names of people on the USS Arizona who died in the attack

A kind of blurry photo of the sunken ship

A diagram of the ship before and after the attack

Nest Stop: Seattle Space Needle

8:53 AM: You are standing in a short line to get to the elevator. On your way, you pass many large poster boards with information about the space needle. Do you stop and read it? Nope! People are starting to cut you! You get to the front of the line. There is a nice lady taking the tickets. Your dad says he has online tickets and the woman taking the tickets says her boss doesn’t trust her with that level of responsibility. Your dad laughs. You move on to take a photo of you photoshopped in front of the space needle.

9:00 AM: You are going up an elevator with clear windows and you can see the whole beautiful city of Seattle. A tour guide is talking as you go up the elevator. He is explaining something, but you are not listening because you are too busy staring out the window at the mountains.

9:01 AM: You are suddenly jolted back to reality with a loud brrrrr, thump. You are on the top of the space needle. You immediately smell kettle corn and you automatically walk over to it. You scan the choices, ask your Dad, and before he even answers, you turn away. You know the answer. No.

9:03: You walk outside to the 360° balcony and you are greeted with a pleasant view of Seattle. You begin to trap the image in your head but before you can even finish taking your mental photo, you see your sister whip out her camera and shove it in your face. You decide to follow your sister’s wishes and take a few shots. Just as you are heading out, you quickly turn around and take your mental snapshot.

9:30: After a while on the balcony, you decide you want to go check out the spinning restaurant one floor down. This time you decide to go down the stairs. You count the stairs as you go down. 46 stairs. You are already at the restaurant. As you step into the restaurant, you realize something. It’s closed! Then you spot someone setting up tables. He tells you that they are closed but will be open in 3 minutes. You turn around and see about five more people who have wandered into the restaurant looking for reservations. Then you hear the person says that there are reservations only. You decide you didn’t hear that and go check out the spinning outside rim of the restaurant. You stand on it and you slowly but surely move around the outside rim of the room. You see the beautiful view out the window again and just as you suck in another view your dad calls out to you that it is time to go.

9:45: You take a ride down the clear elevator yet again and are greeted with the Space Needle gift shop. Your dad says you can have 2 minutes and 30 seconds later he tells you it’s time to go.

Stop 1: Pip’s Donuts

You crunch into the sweet, crispy exterior of the delicate dough. You are suddenly greeted with the soft, bready interior, as well as the crunchy, sweet and salty top. This gives you an urge to take another bite. As you take your second bite, you start to taste the flavors more intensely until you know exactly what the flavors are. But wait! Is it what you were thinking? You have to take another bite to confirm. And another. And just one more. Yep. It is the sweet, comforting, maple flavor combined into the salty bacon, balancing out the sweetness of the maple syrup on the donut — all captured in that 1’’ x 1’’ piece of fried sweet bread. The sweet maple bacon donut madness from Pip’s donuts in Portland Oregon is enough to make you turn around in your car, drive back, and grab a few more.


Weather Forecast in Camp Trinity: Fun with a chance of exciting

Family camp. An unforgettable experience that you can keep coming back for every year. Last year I went to regular camp as well as family camp and decided I liked family camp more because there were fewer rules, more play, and more little kids. This year at family camp I had so much fun doing pottery, playing with Stone, (my 2 year old friend) horseback riding, milking goats, hiking and so much more.


Here are some pictures of some of our experiences:


Making a pot

Holding the kitten down at the barn

Milking the goats at 7 am


Watching the expert milk the goat at 7 am


Goat ninja


The stinky and messy pigs


Frying freshly picked apples on the grill


Car crash off the edge of the mountain right next to camp


Playing with Stone

Fresh water springs on our hike


Treacherous 6 hour hike up Gates mountain


Up the hill again

Garden dinner buffet


Garden dinner set up


Walking down to dinner from our platform


Horseback riding


Last day at the swim hole

The Oregon Blackout

The sky started off brighter than usual because the sun started off so strong. We were out on the grass in front of our Airbnb house with a bright blue sky and an even brighter sun. With the eclipse glasses, we could look directly at the sun. With the glasses on it looked kind of orange, and as we looked at it, it started looking like an apple with a bite out of it. It began to turn into a bigger bite, and then a bigger bite and then it started to turn into a crescent shaped moon, but instead of the moon, the crescent was actually the sun!

The sky started to get darker and darker and about 30 minutes into the beginning of the eclipse it looked like dusk. We had to pull out a jacket because the sun started slowly exiting, and we were losing our warmth. About 45 minutes into the gazing the sun turned into a sliver and outside started getting darker and darker. Everyone began jumping up and down as the sky started turning darker and darker, and then the sky turned black.

The two minutes of totality in one word. Unbelievable. We started to see the moon crossing over the sun, and finally, it happened. We took off our glasses to enjoy the full solar eclipse. We could see the moon with gleaming light coming out the sides. We could see the 360 sunset on the horizon.

Then the sun crept back out and we put our glasses back on and looked at the sun for a little bit longer, left with the feeling of watching the earth grow dark so fast and then lighten back up like nothing happened.

Hawaii Paradise

Hawaii (n):

Definition: Palm trees, coconuts, ocean, sun, markets, health food.

Synonym-Paradise

 

As soon as I stepped foot off the plane, a blast of hot, sticky, and humid, yet comforting air hit me. I was greeted by my grandparents and two cousins in their dusty Toyota Highlander with the rainbow license plate by the gate.

Our first stop was the gas station. Even the gas station is perky in Hawaii! Next stop: Kukuliula Market and a salad. My salad had perfectly cooked purple sweet potatoes, fresh and crispy kale, quinoa, toasted almonds and a nice balsamic vinaigrette.

From the market we drove straight to Waimea plantation cottages and stayed in a cozy, authentic, Hawaiian home. By then, We were tired and went right to bed. We woke up to screaming roosters. Following breakfast, (sausage, eggs, and a pineapple smoothie) we went down to the Black sand beach and my cousin Leyla and I played in the waves. As soon as we got tired we started digging holes. We started with a little hole, then a bigger hole, then a bigger one, and finally when we thought it was huge, the ocean had huge in mind too, and sent a huge wave coming our way. We tried to block the hole with our bodies, but it was too late. Our crater had turned into a puddle. After our defeat, we went to the pool and swam for a couple of hours. By then, it was dinner time and we ate leftover soup from the night before. We were exhausted and went right to sleep.

Only one hour after we woke up we had to pack up all of our stuff and leave the Waimea Plantation Cottages. From the cottages, we went back to kukuliula market. This time I got the same salad I had gotten before, and a poke bowl.

From kukuliula market, we drove to the Hyatt Kauai. We were immediately greeted at the door with orchid lei’s. The next two days we spent completely in the pools, lagoons, and on the wonderful waterslide.

The last night, we went to my favorite restaurant in the whole world. The Eating House. For starters we had some edamame with toasted dark sesame seed oil. Yum. Then for appetizers we had some pork dumplings with a crispy exterior and soft, moist center. We also had light, delicate calamari with a creamy and fresh aioli. Mmmm. Then, for dinner came the butterfish. Its flaky, delicate, moist, and flavorful body complimented the bed of crispy rice, stuck to the hot and sizzling cast iron skillet, with fresh roasted veggies. Delish. Then, came the best part. The dessert. It was served to us on a sparkling clean, white plate with a raspberry drizzle. It was small, but had big bursting flavor in every bite you took. Gooey peanut butter chocolate lava cake. It had a crispy exterior and a soft, moist, gooey interior.

Then we drove to the hotel and went right to bed. As soon as we woke up, we went down to the pool just for a few hours. A little while later, we ordered lunch. I got fish tacos. They were crispy and fried, with avocado and lettuce. Then we drove to my grandparents house on the north side. On the drive there is a special tunnel made entirely out of naturally grown trees. When we go through that tunnel, we hold our breath all the way through and make a wish.

As soon as we got to their house, Leyla and I read in the hammock and set up the tent where we would sleep the following nights. Then we drove into town and went to the bakery for dinner. I had a salad and a small piece of meat pizza.

That night, we slept in the tent outside. When we woke up we walked down 280 steps to get to secret beach which is a beach connected to my grandparents house. We swam in the clear water and found many shells. The waves were very calm and it was a really nice swim. Then we walked back up the 280 steps to the house. Then Leyla and I made some for a few hours. We set up a slime table in the backyard with glue, tide, baking soda, contact lens solution, shaving cream and water. After we finished, we spent the rest of the day back down at secret beach for some birthdays. That trip was the shell jackpot. I found so many pretty ones. My uncle took many really amazing shots with his drone. We walked back up the 280 steps and made more slime.

Then came the feast. We had a delicious freshly grown salad, Thai coconut soup, basmati rice and freshly grilled eggplant. For dessert we had delicious macadamia nut pie and fresh homemade mango sorbet.

Then we went to bed. We slept in the tent and that night it poured. The water leaked into our tent a little bit, but overall, we were dry. The next morning we got up and went to this pool. We had French fries, shave ice and a lot more junk food. We played in the hotel pool and on that hotel water slide. Then we went to Hanalei beach again and body surfed some more waves. We also boogie board.

After we got home we ate leftover soup, made some slime, and went to bed. The next morning we had a delicious breakfast feast that contained sausage, eggs, eggplant, and a selection of freshly picked papaya, pineapple, and bananas.

We drove down to kalihiwai and figured out that the waves were huge. We swam for a little bit, but then it became too much and we got out of the ocean. When we got home and relaxed, made some slime, played in the hot tub and read. Then we went to sleep.

It was the first night that I was sleeping alone in the tent. It rained a little bit but the tent didn’t get wet on the inside. Then it was back to Hanalei and mini golf. Nobody got a hole in one but we got very close many times. Right before mini golfing, we went to a nice beach called Hanalei. I surfed and body surfed and caught a lot of waves. Adventure in Kauai and now it is off to Cayucos.

 

Early Thanksgiving

The scenery of cacti and succulents everywhere greets you as you sit down at the straw and granite tables in matching chairs. The cool wind blows on your face pleasantly as you take your first bit of turkey. It lands on your mouth delicately as you chomp through the crispy skin, down to the tender spatchcocked meat, and finally into the polenta mushroom stuffing, which you can get all on its own delicately placed on your plate. As you move on from the turkey and stuffing, your eyes immediately fall on the green chards and carmelized sweet onions. As they touch your tongue, the soft greens veer you from everything else, and as soon as that pleasure begins, the sweet yet still sharp onions bring you back gradually into reality. They prepare you for the sweet, starchy yet creamy whitish golden sweet potatoes. In the same dish bright orange yams dissolve pleasantly on your tongue and as they go down. They end your whole meal perfectly, but as you decide you are happily full, a delectable pumpkin smell drifts through your body, and you change the status of your happily full belly. It now has just the right amount of room for a nice big slice of pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream. As soon as the pumpkin pie hits your tongue, you are in a completely different atmosphere. The cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice and cloves complement the pumpkin custard very nicely. This pumpkin pie is the creamiest you can find. Rich with half and half and a touch of molasses it leaves just the right feeling in your mouth afterwards. 

Overall Rating – 4 stars

Caramel chews

If you like sticky caramel
this is the caramel for you!
If you manage to get the caramel
off the caramel colored wax paper,
the clove flavor will immediately
coat your mouth in a spicy, pleasant taste.

Although the caramel sticks
to the paper it does not
stick to your mouth
at all.

It is very smooth and silky,
which contrasts well with the sweetness,
although the sweetness overpowers
everything else on your palate.
A little bit too much.

Overall rating- 2.5 stars