A few days ago I finished reading Alfred Lansing’s ‘Endurance’, a book that retells the story of Sir Ernest Shackleton’s expedition to the Antarctic from 1914 – 1916 on the eponymous ship. Their initial goal was to cross the entire continent starting from Vahsel Bay in Coats Land and finishing at a base established at McMurdo Sound. However, when the Endurance got stuck and eventually crushed by large packs of ice in the Weddell Sea, their goal quickly became something more primal – to simply survive. Continue reading “Antarctic Adventure: Sir Ernest Shackleton and the ‘Endurance’ Expedition (1914 – 1916)”
It was still dark on the temple grounds, as I drove through the arched gate and onto the parking space. Only the faint outlines of the sunrise could be seen on the distant horizon. It was 5:50 in the morning and I arrived alone at the Tiger Cave Temple (Wat Tham Sua) near Krabi Town. The initial idea was to go there with my friend Andy, but troubles at his K-Bunk Hostel that involved two irresponsibly drunk and aggressive guests of his, the police, and a terribly long night prevented him from joining me. As I was leaving my guest house, he was going home and to bed. Continue reading “Early Morning At The Tiger Cave Temple”
I cannot recall a chapter or moment in my life, in which art has not been a vital part. Ever since I read the first Lord of the Rings book, watched Aladdin in theaters, and played The Legend of Zelda on my Gameboy for the first time, it continues to play a tremendous role in my life. So much so that I’m hesitant to trivialize these mediums as simple escapist fantasies. Without a doubt, that’s what they can be, a refuge or safe haven for people like me who sometimes struggle to find their place in this mad, mad world.
However, some of the books I’ve read, movies I’ve watched, and games I’ve played go beyond this label. They have helped me cope with the bad times as well as given me the strength and confidence to do what I felt was necessary to lead the life of my choice. Continue reading “Indiana Jones and The Foundation of My Youth”
I may have lost some of my magic.
The wild imagination of a child,
the curiosity and creativity
of someone with bright, open eyes.
A time of innocence and naiveté,
of optimism and heroism,
of fellowships and houses.
Much of it lost on the path towards adulthood. Continue reading “The Lost Magic of Childhood [Poem]”
About a week ago, I had the pleasure of being invited by my colleagues from school to a sort of pre-celebration for the upcoming Tết. For those of you who don’t know, Tết, or Tết Nguyên Đán, is Vietnam’s New Year based on the Lunar calendar. It takes place on the same day as the Chinese New Year.
As is it is common with such important events, there was a big gathering of families, acquaintances, and colleagues from work. In total, there were around 40 people; young and old; male and female; Vietnamese and… German/Austrian/English. But regardless of nationality, gender or age, we were all equally excited for the upcoming feast. And a feast it was!
Listen to the sad clown’s story,
understand the sad clown’s state,
see through the sad clown’s glory,
and accept the sad clown’s fate.
Listen to the story of the sad clown. Continue reading “The Story of a Sad Clown [Poem]”
Today’s quote comes from Captain King, who continues the narrative of the book ‘The Voyages of Captain Cook‘ with his journal entries, after the titular Captains demise in 1779. The style of writing is very much a product of its time, meaning it sounds outdated, sometimes even incomprehensible, to us.
However, what Captain King is about to describe is simply an example of homesickness. It should come to no surprise that after four years of discovering the vast Pacific Ocean in a single voyage the entire crew’s heart yearns for their beloved homeland. And sometimes all it takes to conjure up feelings of excitement, anticipation, and heartache, is a simple spoon. Continue reading “– Concerning Homesickness – Quote of The Day by Captain James King (1779)”