Archive for November, 2010

A Morning Walk in the South African Bush

Friday, November 12th, 2010

Pat Masabo, South African Bush Guide

This is an excerpt from “Chasing Elephants and Decoding Dung: On Safari in Kruger National Park”, which was originally published at BootsnAll.com on September 30, 2010. To read this piece in its entirety, head on over to BootsnAll.

In the waning pre-dawn blackness of the South African bush, Pat Masabo slides three long, golden bullets into the rifle chamber and locks the bolt handle shut. He clips his ammunition belt around his waist, hands me his backpack, and tells us that during the next three hours we are to walk in a single file line, and that under no circumstances could there be any talking unless he gives the okay.

We were about to leave the safety of our open-air jeep and venture on foot into the unpredictability of Kruger National Park, where hungry lions could attack, elephants could charge, and leopards could pounce. Pat and his trusty rifle were our only protection; the chilly morning air did little to cool my nerves.

That morning we left Pretoriuskop camp, located in the southwestern corner of the park, at around 5:30am, and soon the sun began to rise behind rows of scraggly acacia, painting the sky in streaks of oranges and yellows and blues. Then, with a wave of Pat’s rifle, we took our first steps into the wild unknown of one of the biggest game reserves on the continent. If one of us were to become injured, maimed, or otherwise devoured, the indemnity form in our pockets released South African National Parks from any liability; each of us had, indeed, agreed to put our lives in our own hands after signing on the dotted line:

“I understand that I will occasionally travel on foot or be outside in the veld where dangerous animals will be a risk and SANParks will take steps to ensure the safety of all participants, but will not be responsible for any injuries/loss/death or illness.”

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Photo Credit and Copyright Vanessa Diaz

A dream in progress: American Indian Cultural Center and Museum in Oklahoma City

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

American Indian Cultural Center and Museum construction Nov 2010; Great Hall of the People entrance (photo by Sheila Scarborough)It’s a few years away from completion, but already you can’t miss the American Indian Cultural Center and Museum (AICCM) at the intersection of Interstates 35 and 40 in Oklahoma City, alongside the Oklahoma River.

A massive sculpted Promontory Mound is rising up out of the ground where 57 oil derricks used to stand;  seeded with native grasses, it’s an architectural nod to Native mound-building cultures and will contain museum galleries, hands-on learning experiences and film/performance areas.

Scale model of AICCM, with staff member Debbie Lindsey (photo by Sheila Scarborough)

I had a chance to stop by the construction site while driving back from the 140 Characters Conference SmallTown tech event in Kansas – AICCM staff member Debbie Lindsey kindly gave me both an overview of building plans and a sense of tremendous excitement about this amazing facility, which will highlight and honor not only the 39 tribes in Oklahoma, but US native culture as a whole.

Although the AICCM Visitor’s Center is not yet open to the public, it already supports broadcasts by OklaVision TV productions, which are presented by the Chickasaw Nation and do a really nice job of showing off travel highlights all over Oklahoma.

As construction progresses, the AICCM staff is busy with events like next week’s Creativity World Forum and the American Indian Cinema Showcase. Stop by the AICCM Facebook Page or follow AICCM on Twitter for the latest updates.

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Michigan’s Mighty Sand Dunes

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

I seem to be using the word “flat”  a lot in my notebook this week, as I’ve been traveling through the U.S. Midwest. Not a surprise, really, this is a part of the country that’s well known for minimal elevation changes.

Which made my first sight of  Mt. Baldhead, in Saugatuck, Michigan something of a surprise indeed.

This is a sand dune, 600 feet tall.  What you see here is a brand spanking new staircase, 302 steep steps. (It replaced an older staircase of 282 steps.)  When you get up top, you get an aerial view of the towns of Saugatuck and Douglas.  And then you take a sandy path down to the lake, which does its best impression of an ocean. The only thing missing is salt air.

It turns out that Michigan is home to the the largest assemblage of fresh water dunes in the world — some 250,000 acres.

This is some serious sand. I first appreciated that fact when I got to the top of Mt. Baldhead, and even more so when I read about Singapore, a nearby lumber town that was abandoned by 1875 after the area was deforested — and entirely buried by a sand dune in less than five years.

New Guide Highlights Adventures in New Zealand

Monday, November 8th, 2010

Helen Keller wasn‘t referring to New Zealand when she said “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing”  but she might well have been. Blessed with a clean, green, pristine countryside dotted with mountains, rivers and lakes, and surrounded by sea, New Zealand is like a great big adventure theme park.
 
But there in lies the problem. With so many adventure activities available, it’s kind of  hard to know where to start and what to do.

The recent publication of The New Zealand Adventure Guide by Shane Boocock, however, is about to make it much, much easier to figure out which New Zealand adventure or adventures are right for you.

Whether you are looking for adrenalin-fuelled action or soft adventure, The New Zealand Adventure Guide set you on the right track. From abseiling to Zorbing, this guide is like the A to Z guide of all available and conceivable adventure activities in New Zealand. 

Each chapter focuses on a specific outdoor activity, be it in the air, on the water, high in the mountains, or even in the city. And for those looking to find out what activities are available in a particular geographical region, there’s a easy to read index at the back of the book.

This is one of those books that you won’t want to hide away in the bookcase.

It might be laid out like a guide or a directory, it’s glossy design and stunning photographs give it coffee table appeal.

Once you’ve done even one of the listed adventures, you’ll be wanting to leave it lying around the living room, centrally placed for visitors to pick up and flick through, giving you the freedom to regal them with stories on how you ‘bungy jumped off that bridge’ or ‘jet boated through that gorge’ or even  ‘abseiled through that canyon’.

Which, of course, will only make them want to get out there and experience it for themselves.

 (Disclaimer:  I was provided with a complimentary copy of The New Zealand Adventure Guide, New Holland Publishers, to review)

An Evening in Belfast

Saturday, November 6th, 2010

The Falls Road in Belfast, Northern Ireland, is a workaday thoroughfare, a main artery connecting the city center and the red brick houses, schools, and streets of West Belfast. It is a road with a name and a physical presence which resonate with the bloody history of the divisions between loyalist and nationalist, between those who support the British crown presence governing the north of Ireland and those who do not. It’s also a road of connections: murals marking the fallen of the IRA stand around the corner from those honoring a fiddler; a quiet pub sits next to a noisy night club, and a mural honoring Bobby Sands includes his words “Our revenge is in the laughter of our children.”

On a crisp October evening, several of those children were laughing and playing around the front of Cultúrlann Mc Adam O Fiaich, the Irish language cultural center of West Belfast, which was launched in 1991. The building is a restored red brick former Presbyterian church, which holds a cafe and meeting place for the community, a bookstore featuring Irish language materials, and, upstairs, a performance space where singer and songwriter Cathie Ryan was getting ready for a show. Ryan had last played Belfast more than a dozen years before, when she was lead singer with the internationally known Celtic band Cherish the Ladies They had played at the large folk festival in the city, but when it came time for her to book a solo gig, Ryan knew she wanted an intimate venue. She also knew just the place she wanted to play. “When I called up to book the gig,” she told her audience, “they said, ‘Oh, we’re changing directors, you’ll have to call back.’ I marked the date on my calendar and set my clock in America and got up early and I think I was the first call on the first day. If we were going to play in Belfast, I really wanted it to be here. It is such a gift to the community it serves.”

cathie ryan belfast12 copyright kerry dexterRyan extended her own gifts that night, sharing songs in both English and Irish with a responsive audience. “Well, there aren’t very many of you, but you sure are good lookin’,” Ryan joked as she took up her bodhran and, with Sara Milonovich on fiddle and Greg Anderson on guitar, invited the listeners into her set with Peata Beag do Mháthar, a lively song in Irish that many would have known from childhood. Touching on the American side of her heritage (Ryan was born in the States to Irish parents), she shared a graceful take on one of her favorite American ballads from the Appalachian tradition, Rough and Rocky.

Putting away with the sad ballads, at least for the moment, Ryan detailed her search for a happy Irish love song, pointing out to laughter from her listeners that most of them feature women falling on the strand and tearing out their hair over love, or men going to live high on a mountain overlooking the place where their lover lives with another man. So, failing in her search for a happy Irish love song, Ryan said she’d decided to write one — even though the one she came up with did involve a woman having to cross a rope bridge over an eighty foot drop into the sea to get to her lover. The song and the bridge are called Carrick-a-Rede,. The place itself is in County Antrim, not that far from Belfast. It turned out that many in the audience had visited the famous place, including one woman who revealed that she’d gone with her husband, “but he wasn’t my husband at the time and I probably should have left him there!” which sent Ryan off into gales of laughter as she began the song. This she followed with what could also be called a happy Irish love song, the traditional riddle song known in the south of Ireland as You and I In the One Bed Lie. As Ryan pointed out whilst joking with her audience about how romantic men from the north can be, in the northern counties the song is known by a different name: He Rolled Her To The Wall.

Taking a quieter path, Ryan sang the title track of her third CD, Somewhere Along the Road,explaining that she’d heard it early one morning from Galway singer Bridget Fitzgerald after a long night of song swapping in Boston. That was thecathie ryan belfast 15 copyright kerry dexter last song Fitzgerald sang before leaving for work, “and she took my heart with it when she left,” Ryan recalled. “I knew I had to sing it.” She came by her next song of the evening in a funnier way: her mother heard it on the radio and told Ryan that she’d heard a song about herrings, about people following the herrings, and it was by Karine Polwart and Cathie should record it. “My mother’s from Kerry,” Ryan pointed out, “so I knew if I didn’t I’d never hear the end of it!” Already acquainted with Scottish musician Polwart, who has sung on several of her records, Ryan called her up, she related, and said, “Could I have your song about herrings? My mother says I have to record it.’ Do you suppose she’d like a song about herons as much?’ Karine said.”

A song about persistence, patience, and waiting for things to unfold, Follow the Heron is set in the natural world of spring coming after winter, to a lovely, lilting melody. Ryan made the most of this, supported by creative fiddle lines from Milonovich. Irish musician John Spillane’s The Wildflowers, along with Dermot Henry’s musical setting of Francis Higgins’ poem about aging but definitely not fading, As the Evening Declines, rounded out the set, which the trio concluded with Home By Bearna, a fast-paced traditional tune about, as Ryan remarked, a woman who goes to church every Sunday and then to the pub right after.

Though most of the people in the audience were unfamiliar with Ryan’s work at the beginning of the evening, the break found them buzzing with excitement and happiness at the quality of the music, enjoyment of the stories, and anticipation of what would come in the second set. The trio had a full range in store again, from a slip jig set in Irish to an original about the pirate queen of Ireland, Grace O’Malley. Ryan stepped back to give Milonovich and Anderson the spotlight as they played tunes by two American composers, Liz Carroll and Chris Thile, to lively appreciation and prolonged applause. Ryan then offered the thoughtful, reflective title track of her recording The Farthest Wave, a song she had composed while living in Ireland. “I find Ireland very inspiring for songwriting,” she had said in an earlier conversation.

As the evening drew toward its close, Ryan encouraged the audience along to sing with her on the chorus of So Here’s to You, a song about parting ways and the hope for reunion. “I sang in Monument Valley once and a Native American told me that when you sing, you leave an echo in that place. So now you have all left your echo in this place. Thank you,” she said as the song ended.

Rarely one to close a set on a quiet note, though, Ryan took up her bodhran again to start off the fast-paced Sean Bhain, or Fair John, which, she explained (it’s in Irish) has a chorus which goes, “fair John tease me, fair John catch me, fair John tease me, take me to the haystack.”

Clapping and stamping their feet, the happy crowd was not at all ready to let Ryan, Anderson, and Milonovich go, though. Returning to the stage, Ryan remarked that one of the things that she loves about Ireland it that you so often hear, and see, the words slan abhaile, which mean “safe home.” She offered the audience the band’s good wishes and blessings for safe journeys home, singing Dermot Henry’s song Slan Abhaile, then taking up her bodhran to join in as Milonovich and Anderson ran through a lively set of tunes to conclude the evening, which had by that time become as much a conversation among friends as a performance with musicians and audience.

photographs copyright kerry dexter

Cathie Ryan tours internationally. More about this on the tour pages of her website.