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21 June, 2013

sharing the love


Thus far my spontaneous travels have been an amazing journey of discovery and ponderings on what it is that makes us truly happy. Seeing parts of the world and learning from many cultures has taught me some simple truths about humankind; that despite the injustices that exist in this world, the power of family and community can lift the spirits, share the pains and move us all in a positive direction. 

Personally, experience has been a very real way of seeing the gross disparities that exist and realising for myself that even the littlest things can make a dramatic difference. It has been proven psychologically and economically, that a nations happiness is not dependent on its GDP - which is more aligned with our collective waistlines funnily enough - but the balance between it's rich and poor; the bigger the gap, the more collective suffering. Of course on a global level the same applies. 

When traveling in India I trekked to an amazing hot spring tucked in the Himalayas called Kheer Ganga. On the way I met a humble family of low caste who invited me to stay with them. I was treated as they treat all their guests 'like god' as they say in their culture; insisting on giving me their best food, serving me tea, showing me their village and without any expectation that as a westerner I offer anymore than my company. 
The family have 5 children, they sleep in one room, their winters are snowed in "like prison" and they don't have running water (the toilet was squatting with the cattle next door!). I taught the kids some basic English, played with them at the school ground and got insight in to their lives. Moving to say the least and certainly a big reminder me to be grateful. 
I have promised I will return and with my return I would like to bring them enough money to make their lives a little more comfortable and sanitary - I would also love to stay with them and not be attacked by nasty lice again.

As low caste they have little opportunity in terms of work; we foraged together for gucci mushrooms and they have an uncle who is a goat shepherd, so consequently, I am donating my next birthday to fundraise a wee donation for them. The currency exchange means that at the very least even a few dollars can support them to buy grains and beans for their winter reserves. i.e. even a five spot will make a difference. 

If you feel inclined, please share a little of your good fortune by contacting me and making a donation.

You know me well enough to know that 100% and some will go to them. They're the most humble people I have met and deserve so much more for their acceptance of a really hard life.

Please feel free to forward this to anyone equally trusting and up for sharing the love. 

17 June, 2013

a galley chef crosses the atlantic


Traveling is a big passion of mine and these last 2 years have been wonderfully insightful and eye opening. And despite not being on a salary, I do find that I need purpose; an occupation to keep me occupied with something beyond my indulgent quest to learn on the road. I do pick up projects as I go along, often not-for-profit-more-for-love projects. I’ve been a post tsunami conservation volunteer, solar powered lights postman, garbage recyclingevangelist, reiki and thai masseuse, CSR strategist, underwater scuba photographer, online TV presenter, race sailing crew and more recently; a galley chef.


Thus far the galley chef position has been the best earner and most enthralling. Doing something I love; cooking, while sailing across the Atlantic on a super yacht; Swan 82, has been quite the challenge but my soul seems to thrive in those challenging conditions. If its not knitting on a local bus in the Himalayas of India its trying to prepare dinner for 7 crew in a hot galley that tilts from side to side. Hence, cooking in a rocking kitchen is frankly an occupational hazard that takes some adapting to. I spent my first few days burping and tactically vomiting while breaking out in hot sweats as my sea legs adjusted and I tackled a few intense encounters with hot pans on stoves.
The Azures; most Westerly point
The trans-Atlantic crossing took us approximately 3 weeks with a 2-day stopover in the Azures to pick up more provisions, get refueled and shower without bouncing off walls. In terms of working the galley there were some essential learning’s that I’d hasten to share with anyone who wishes to take on such a crazy challenge.
Happy mate
Cook meals in advance
This is Galley Chef 101. The best meals are those that can be frozen then thrown in the oven. Do salad preparations in advance preferably the day before so that they stay fresh longer.
Smart Storage
Become friendly with Tupperware and plastic ziplock bags. They are awesome for storage. I recommend putting as much as possible in to containers to avoid a smelly fridge. Emptying and wiping down a fridge amongst giant swells and fatigue was my least fun job.
Recycling
This is really tough on a boat and there really needs to be more service at ports to accommodate recycling for boats. We separated the plastics and stored them on the boat to recycle at port. Sadly all other waste was thrown overboard.
Serving
Make sure food is laid out on tea towels the right tack round. This is a no brainer but essential to avoiding spillage.  Try to keep it simple and easy so that packing away and cleaning are painless.
Crack the whip
Being at sea is tough on the mind, body and soul. Some crew members may, in their weary states, forget to wash and dry their dishes. Ensure they are aware that this isn’t cool. A cheeky note from a kitchen device tends to do the trick.
Enjoy it
Being at sea away from land for a long time is testing on many levels; patience and compassion are two very favourable ways of dealing with what days at sea brings out in oneself and others. Reminding myself that what I was doing was rare and challenging kept me upbeat and appreciative.

Menu
I prepared food according to the preferences of my crew. I struck a fine balance between convenience, preferences and health.

Lunches
Lunches

Dips
Raita – natural yogurt, fresh lemon juice, chopped coriander, crushed garlic and chopped cucumber
Humous – Crushed cooked chickpeas, garlic, olive oil, black pepper

Dinners

Desert
Cake mix, add rum and dried fruit. Naughty. Yummy.

Fishing

We caught 5 Big Eye Tuna within 48 hours coming in to the Azores. Everyone was incredibly excited and learned a thing or two about fishing. However personally, especially as a galley chef, I did want to iterate the fact that if the crew were keen enough to kill it, they might also be as keen to eat it, given it took up most of my freezer and fridge real estate(!) Thankfully Ptarmigan also donated one to a local orphanage in the Azores and gifted another to friends. Sharing’s caring.

All in all. A rocking experience and a wonderful way to travel. If anyone's interested in pursuing adventures at sea crew are required to have an STCW certificate and experience at sea.

05 June, 2013

lessons at sea racing an old boat


Sometimes on the road one gets stuck. I call it my 'desperate poet' syndrome where I'll go in to my cave, write, draw, ponder, edit while isolating myself from people as I gather my thoughts and come back to myself. This happens occasionally especially after intense cultural shifts and physically or emotionally draining experiences. Being pro-active and meeting like minded souls has been the best remedy and nothing could be more active and uniting than racing Bounty; a beautiful classic yacht. A wonderful way to get unstuck.

Holding on during stormy weather.
Apparently sailing is said to be ‘precious teaching’ and certainly was quite an intense lesson the weekend I found myself racing in Antigua on a 19th Century old dining table named 'Bounty' at the Classics Yacht Regatta.

The lovely French skipper, Florian (known as ‘Flo’) arrived in Antigua with a rather battered Bounty looking for some loving and a crew that might brave the intense storms that had brewed as all the old classic ships came rolling in to the Old English Harbour of the Caribbean.
Going with the Flo
One evening I came to my little shack on the island to find an email from a friend inviting me to have ‘the best day of my life… unless you get seasick’. All I knew was that there was an old boat involved and I may need some foul weather gear. Indeed I also needed some courage as I found myself pulling lines and getting a face full of seawater, slipping my backside down very wet heeled deck and finding my hand in a winch for the first and last time in my life (a winch is something you really don’t want to put your hand in). Life suddenly was flying through me as the crew flew old Bounty through the lashings of rain and over giant swells. My morning coffee revisited my taste buds a couple of times but nothing a few deep breaths and a couple of laughs wasn’t going to settle. Thankfully it did settle and a special vegetarian roti from ‘Roti Sue’ soon had my mind back in the game.
Teamworks dreamwork
There was something magical about that boat. The crew. There’s much to be said about ‘the crew’. Everyone was present. Everyone was there. We raced of course but we laughed much more; frolicking and not taking anything (besides survival) too seriously. There was an intuitive nature about how we worked the boat. Funnily enough we came 3rd place and I found myself meeting some incredible people with hearts of gold; the various travelers and sailors at sea being romanced and united by an old boat. There was something spiritual about it of course. The ocean breathes spirit and there’s nothing more incredibly energizing than feeling the adrenalin of those extremities at sea. The magic and the fragility of life. That day I raced, four boats lost their rigging, my friend Imo broke her ribs and another few sailors busted bones. It was an extreme day and those that followed were equally exhilarating.

I am so grateful to the gorgeous soul, Phil, who got me out and living one of the rarest and most precious experiences of life; racing Bounty.  An incredible time. Bountiful one might say.

I really believe there’s a lot to be said for ‘going with the Flo’ and allowing spontaneity to take the heart on an adventure or two while sharing the experience with the cool people you meet along the way.

Bounty, I was well and truly romanced.









do ethically minded consumers really walk their talk?


 “Sure I always look to buy fair trade/organic/local produce” – a statement we are hearing more and more as sustainable living becomes increasingly mainstream while countries review their green policies and scientists debate the consequences and impacts manmade fossil fuels have. People are also looking at their values when it comes to ethical buying and the changes they can have on the environment.
While working as an advertising strategist, I ran a focus group and conversations shifted to sustainable living. One person remarked how an ad I’d shown them connected with her because of the “sustainability bit”. Almost like a drawn out yawn this idea seemed to spread. Suddenly people who hadn’t observed any ethical or sustainable message were chiming in on how “it connected with how they lived their lives sustainably” and low and behold I was in a room full of greenies. This is a phenomenon commonly known in focus groups as we humans have a sheepish capacity and so it didn’t surprise me, but it did get me wondering, of those that said they lived their lives ‘sustainably’ – how many of them truly did? The reality is that ethically minded consumers do not always walk their talk.
Behavioural psychologists are finding that there’s a distinct gap between what consumers say they are going to do and what they actually do at the point of purchase (Auger and Devinney, 2007; Belk et al., 2005; Carrigan and Attalla, 2001; Follows and Jobber, 2000; Shaw et al., 2007). Empirical studies in the field of consumer behaviour more broadly already suggest that purchase intentions do not translate literally into people’s purchase behaviour. So how do we understand better the process the mind takes when making these purchase decisions in the context of ethical consumption?
Researchers have long understood that intentions are poor predictors of behaviour and that gaining insight into this gap is of critical importance to understanding, interpreting, predicting and influencing consumer behaviour (Bagozzi, 1993).  The idea that “actions speak louder than words” comes to mind. The gap, however, remains poorly understood, especially within the ethical consumerism context and given people tend to respond with answers they believe to be socially acceptable, overstating the importance of ethical considerations in their buying behaviour, the truth of the matter is that what they say is not what they do.  But what is equally interesting is that people do have a concept of what is ‘right or socially acceptable’ yet still behave in a way they themselves might perceive as ‘wrong’.  In the context of human behaviour is this a surprise? Do purchasers of fizzy drinks believe that drinking sugar fuelled fizzy liquids is benefitting them, let alone society?
The majority of ethical consumer behaviour models are built on a core cognitive progression:

Using this framework, there are two circumstances that may contribute to the overall disparity between attitude and behaviour – a gap between consumer attitude and purchase intent, and a gap between purchase intent and actual purchase behaviour. The majority of research within the ethical consumerism field on the attitude–intention–behaviour gap has focused on the disparities and relationships between attitudes and intentions of the ethically minded. In contrast, I wanted to look primarily at the gap between ethical purchase intentions and actual buying behaviour.
But attitude–intent–behaviour models of consumer choice artificially isolate decision-making, ignoring the external effect of the environment/situation on purchase behaviour. This interaction with environmental factors, as advertisers know, is proven to influence decision-making. Cognitive approaches assume perfect and constant conditions without consideration of environmental or social settings, thus oversimplifying the complex translation of purchase intentions into actual buying behaviour. Also when looking at this model within the ethical consumerism context, scant attention has been given to the actual control the individuals have over their personal behaviour at the point of purchase and how this differs according to their own perceptions of behavioural control when they were formulating their purchase intentions (however perceptions of control rarely reflect actual control).
Finally, there’s a lack of ethical and general consumer decision-making studies that measure and observe actual buying behaviour, as opposed to stated intentions or self-reported behaviour, is a significant methodological limitation that leaves the extant research open to the influence of social desirability bias (Auger and Devinney, 2007). Social desirability bias occurs when people feel social pressure to respond with answers in research that they believe to be socially acceptable. Social desirability bias is inherent to research methods that employ self-reported behaviour, and is pronounced in studies with ethical considerations (Carrigan and Attalla, 2001; Podsakoff and Organ, 1986).
So while my lovely focus group may have had all the right intentions; was their behaviour a true reflection on this? Did they have the control to follow through with their actions? The idiom; “the path to hell is paved with good intentions” came to mind. Given we live in a world where our environment is perpetually manipulating our perception of reality, where we surrender much of our power and responsibility to act within a system of control, do we have enough motivation to be true to our intentions? Do we have enough power to act according to what we feel is right as opposed to what is convenient in a world that binds us through other finite resources; time and money? As a researcher in my career; I wondered this. As a wonderer, hearing plenty of "blah blah blah" (future intent),  I've witnessed it. Once I met a traveler in the Holy Lake town of Pushkar whom I offered a biscuit to - he politely explaining that he wouldn't eat anything that comes in plastic wrapping while in India. Now that to me is absolute control. Walking the talk.
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