Colorado Spurs

I’ve been home for over a year now which is the reason I haven’t been writing on this site lately. I’ve been spending my time writing for another website I started that’s a Tottenham Hotspur Supporter Group for Colorado. We are called Colorado Spurs and meet up sometimes to drink beers and watch games. My next trip is going to Brazil for the World Cup next summer. There I can combine my love for travel and soccer attending quite possibly the greatest event that will occur in my lifetime. I will create some sort of blog about that but until know check out Colorado Spurs.

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Where is Alexplorer!?

Alexplorer has been back in his home state of Colorado for about a year now… Don’t worry he’s still quenching his thirst for adventure exploring the mountains of his beautiful state. He is still blogging about adventures and you can find his musings on his new website Colorado Travel Guy. The idea behind the website is to provide visitors or locals of Colorado a guide of what to do in Colorado. It also forces Alexplorer to get out there and see new parts of Colorado. Please check it out!!

Who has a larger range in development? Humans or Animals…

Dog Car SeatToday during my lunch break I was walking to my local supermarket to get some food. The weather was a sweltering 95 degrees Fahrenheit and the neighborhood around my office isn’t exactly the most affluent neighborhood of the city. Sweating my way through the sun trying best to briefly clear my mind from the hectic day of work I noticed a man with his shirt open laying on his back on the concrete. At first I thought he might need some help, but then I saw a women sitting with him on some front porch steps. The two were clearly three stages past drunk and mumbling in Spanglish to each other. They muttered nonsensical gibberish my way when I passed and it got me thinking. When I left the office I had just finished a mentally stimulating conversation regarding a new form of marketing. The ideas passed between the other people I work with involved a high level of thought, strategy and focus to understand and implement. The difference between the conversation that ensued before my lunch walk and the one I witnessed during my lunch walk were literally like that of two different species. In fact I was thinking if I could replace one of the homeless, drunk persons with one of my business colleagues, they would be on a completely different wave length and have trouble seeing eye to eye on anything. Now I bring this up not to debate the reasons why both members of the same species have completely different outcomes in life, but rather to show the range of development within our species.

My question is, does this same range of development apply to other species? For example, let’s look at the life of a dog. While some dogs are clearly brighter than others, does there exist some dogs that are capable of making strategical decisions and others that hardly think at all? What about a giraffe? Are animals able to tell when one is more intelligent than the other?

Just a random philosophical musing for the day to take my mind of the grind… What do you think?

What would a Caveman think?

Caveman I like going placesOver the last 6 months or so I have returned from my last adventure and attempted to settle in to a normal job for a 27 year old male from the USA. The reality of most business jobs these days is that you spend the majority of your time in front of a computer screen. I can tell you that I spend 40+ hours a week providing internet marketing services and nearly all of it is spent staring at a computer monitor. This type of behavior is normal in our society, but it always make me wonder what a caveman would think of this strange behavior. For an outside observer who’s unfamiliar with a computer, a desk job would appear to be the strangest occupation in the world. A human literally sits for unbelievably long periods of time and virtually moves nothing but his fingers and wrists! For a caveman who is used to exerting himself physically everyday doing activities such as hunting buffaloes on the plains, it would seem outrageous! While there is significant financial reward with sitting in an office and you can afford a nice house, car and all kinds of other awesome things, I wonder if the caveman would think the sacrifice would be worth the reward??

If he had to choose between a simple life hunting buffaloes on the plains with his buddies or working 40 hours a week on the computer to support a comfortable lifestyle which would he chose?

The Colorado Travel Guy

If you’re wondering why I haven’t written a blog post in a couple months now it’s because I’ve been working on another travel information blog project called The Colorado Travel Guy. This website is a collection of fun and interesting things to do in Colorado from hiking mountains to checking out breweries. Although I’m back in my home state for awhile, my thirst for adventure still remains so I’m exploring the area around me in search of the best things to do and sharing them with you!! Check it out…

Meeting Basshunter in Bulgaria

What’s nice about the life of traveler is that you never really know what’s going to happen next. Often you wake up in a place you’d never even heard of until the day before with absolutely no plan as to what you will do that day.  One day during a few month stint of randomly wandering through Eastern Europe, I found myself sitting next to a famous Swedish DJ at a party resort on the Bulgarian coast.  Here’s the tale…

It all started with a really long and sweaty walk under the blazing Bulgarian sun with my backpack on. Spending a large portion of my life backpacking on a shoestring budget has instilled certain ‘money-saving’ patterns of behavior in my brain. One of these patterns is never taking a taxi unless I feel like I’m in danger of being robbed or there isn’t public transportation. Now this has probably saved me a bit of money, but I will admit sometimes I take this too far. I have a problem with falling asleep on buses and when I’m traveling solo this can completely change my plans. Trying to head to a hostel in a city called Sunny Beach, Bulgaria I fell asleep on a bus for an unknown amount of time.  When I awoke I was a bit panicked that I had missed my stop and no one on the bus spoke a word of English so I decided to just get off the bus and take my chances. The sun was too hot for a shirt so I opted to leak copious amounts of back sweat into my backpack by walking what I found to be over an hour along a highway to finally reach my destination. I checked into a room of four people, which to my good fortune was empty at the time of my arrival so I opted to take a wonderful nap with a fan blasting over my sunburned body.

I awoke to a whirlwind of French as my three roommates had returned from the beach. While I should be able to speak more French considering I lived in Belgium, I was happy when the young Parisians were able to chat with me in English.  The sun had began to set and I didn’t know a single person in Bulgaria so I opted to join the Frenchman to a concert at a venue on the beach called ‘Viking Club’ that evening. The show was going to be a Swedish DJ called Basshunter and while I found the name sounded a bit familiar I had no idea of the type of music I was about to experience.  After a few beers we walked to a pretty nice club and sat down at the bar awaiting the show. The venue was packed and the number of strange sounding languages was confusing my brain so much I almost forgot how to speak English.  Eventually I came to learn that Sunny Beach, Bulgaria was a huge hotspot for Russians on vacation and also some of Basshunter’s most dedicated fans. Now from a trip to the Ukraine I learned two key phrases in Russian that I found to be somewhat useful during the concert. First, I knew how to say ‘Do you speak English?’ Second, I could follow with ‘Would you like to dance?’ Not really doing too well at finding a Russian dance partner I sat down at the bar for a bit more liquid courage. Next to me sat a man who quite literally had a line of drop-dead gorgeous women waiting to just say one word to him. Bewildered and impressed with this fellow I waited until he finished kissing girl after girl and asked him ‘Dude, what’s your secret?’ In a northern European accent, but with excellent English he replied ‘Well, I’m Basshunter, I’m headlining the concert here tonight.’ He was amazed that an American had made it all the way to Bulgaria to see him perform and in between kisses from Russian bombshells he persisted to drink an absolutely outrageous amount of alcohol.

Eventually the show began and the whole thing was absolutely hilarious. The music is of the pop, electro-house genre, but Basshunter was only able to sing a few songs as he was utterly obliterated. For the majority of the concert he just jumped up and down sang a couple words from the chorus and partied. I’m not sure if it’s because I look like I could be Swedish or she saw me speaking with Basshunter, but my one line in Russian worked eventually and I found a pretty girl from Moscow to dance with. The night was a blast and I made plans to see the blond princess the following day on the beach. Not having a phone and not exactly sure of the meeting place I unfortunately never saw the Russian girl again. My French buddies left the next morning and I found myself alone and without plans in Bulgaria once again.

Here’s a live performance of Basshunter if you’re curious…. 

Phuket Vegetarian Festival: Self-Mutilation and Firecrackers

On a small island of Thailand exists a festival that can only be described as mind-blowing. The name is the Vegetarian Festival of Phuket where the locals conduct a ceremony to cleanse themselves.  The festival lasts for nine days and the locals abstain from sex, alcohol and meat throughout the entire thing.  During that time a ceremony is conducted where some of the participants invoke the ‘Nine Emperor’ gods within themselves.  In order to prove they are acting as mediums for these gods they perform acts of mutilation upon themselves without showing signs of pain.  They walk across exploding firecrackers and pierce parts of their body with large knives, skewers and other household items all the while appearing to be completely possessed.  Without any prior knowledge of this wild spectacle and during my very first week in Asia, I found myself amongst the locals staring through clouds of smoke from the firecrackers bursting all around me.  Overloaded by feelings of wonder, confusion, and discomfort I squeezed through the crowds of exotic people, attempting to photograph some of the madness.  The experience was surreal to a level I had never felt before and although photos are never a substitute for the real thing I present to you the Phuket Vegetarian Festival in one sentence per picture style. (***WARNING*** These photos are not for the squeamish or feint of heart!!)

Wearing mostly white, carrying spirit houses over streets of firecrackers.

Invoked by gods making them invincible to pain.

And causing them to bear no scars from these self-inflicted wounds.

No matter what your belief system, this behavior makes you wonder.

Could it be true?

Would people do this if they didn’t truly believe in it?

It’s impossible to ever really know.

But what does it matter anyway, it’s an incredible thing to see!