Singapore and Malaysia

Thus far we have found Southeast Asia to be remarkably accommodating and extremely reasonable in terms of dining, hotel and hostel stays, and transportation. I suppose we did not know what exactly to expect when we left Australia for the first time, but I can say that I am extremely pleased with our experiences. The one thing that is a continual drain, but cannot be changed is the infernal heat and accompanying humidity. These tend to suck the energy right out of you, and hence in the guidebooks we have consulted one is advised not to walk the city streets, but rather to acquire transportation by taxi, public bus, or light-rail/monorail train. As to these systems, they seem to be much more sophisticated and more efficient than anything I have seen in the United States outside of New York City. Even still the trains in Singapore and Kuala Lumpur arrived at the station no more than 5 minutes apart during all hours of the day, and were extremely well-signed and easy to navigate. For these reasons we had no trouble getting to see and the do the things we wanted to, and then returning to the hostel for a good few hours break from the outside climate.

It is interesting to note how well the people have taken to us. No one seems to view us as outsiders or suckers, but rather people on a holiday who might very well be good customers to have, or people to photograph. This was typified of course once we had left Singapore—where we were recognized as just another pair of Westerners walking on the street—and had arrived to Malaysia. I found the people here to be warmer, perhaps due to their lower socioeconomic status as compared to Singapore, and their desire to improve the tourist experience. After arriving back to the train station at Butterworth from Penang, I was interviewed by a representative of the Malaysian tourism and received a nice little monkey memento in exchange for my replies to her queries. As to the average people on the street, I will not soon forget our host Az at the hostel in KL. When asked as to the checkout time he simply said, “Check out whenever you want.” When asked about where to smoke cigars, he indicated the living room, “Here, the balcony, the kitchen, wherever you want.” Hence we spent the better part of 36 hours there catching up on sleep, emails, writing, reading, and simply relishing the free time and relaxation that comes with a holiday. Another great memory is that of Faisel from Mumbai, who served us some beautiful Indian food on our way to the KL Tower. When I loved the lemon iced tea, he explained exactly how to make it, and offered to show me how the following day. Unfortunately we were slated to leave KL that night on the train to Butterworth and so I had to respectfully decline. Unfazed, he asked whether we had any US currency that he could acquire for his collection. I was bummed that we did not, but will remember to bring such things on future trips to Southeast Asia.

Now we set off for Thailand. The great “Wild West” of Southeast Asia as best I can surmise. Everyone cautions you about the hawkers, or “touts” and the prevalence of pickpockets, and people seeking to take advantage of Westerners, but then goes on to say how much of a good time they had, and how they look forward to returning very soon.

I am excited, both about what is to come now, in our $16/night 4-star hotel in Pa Tong on the island of Phuket, Thailand, but also for the future, for as I have said a number of times to my brother Daniel, “Nothing will ever be the same again.” Indeed it will not be. We will go home, and everything may be the same for everyone else who has stayed, but we will have changed dramatically. These thoughts even go to the point of affecting my dreams at times. Last night, on the train from KL to Butterworth, I dreamt that I was driving my old green and tan Jeep Wrangler with the top down somewhere between Rockford and Byron, but could not seem to recall how to work the stick shift. Somehow I was making my way along, but it was not the same as it used to be. Similarly, after attempting to referee a game of basketball in the same dream, I found myself exhausted from the effort. It wasn’t until a compatriot referee in the person of a short, black woman told me that I needed to drop some of my ass that I realized that I was not in the shape that I once was. Life has changed, and will affect the life that we left behind, both because the life we return to will not be the same life we left behind, and on entering it, we will not be the same people we were when we left either. I am excited for what this might mean.

I once said that I could not be a good teacher because I had not yet learned anything. Now I have seen enough of the world to think that I might know a few things about it. I have learned that I was born with the burden of needing to experience life first-hand in order to learn from it. This burden has been both fortunate and unfortunate at different points, but overall I am grateful for what I have learned from its constant prodding and inspiration to go out into the world and learn.

First post in a long time

So I have wanted to make an entry on the blog for a long time, but never felt sufficiently inspired to do so. One of the reasons is that life hit me, in all of its ordinary and mundane glory; I will try to explain…

Life takes on a rhythm no matter who you are, where you are, what you are doing, what you are seeking, and where you are going. For this reason I used to feel disenchanted with life, craving a natural high in every moment and yet only experiencing the normal, ordinary feedback that comes from getting up, fulfilling the day’s activities, eating, doing more activities, eating again, practicing some relaxation or leisure activities, then going to sleep. And the next day to do it all over again. I spited this and it incensed me to think how much time I had “wasted” simply filling the hours of my day with the requisites of life. It took going on a trip around the world to realize that life does not give itself meaning. We can become as angry or spiteful as we will, but this does not change the fact that we have a very significant role to play in our own pursuit of happiness. Why did it take going around the world? In my mind I used to think that people outside the United States lived differently, and hence experienced more fulfillment in life, however in encountering them face to face and taking in their daily doings, I have come to realize the truth that I stated at the beginning. Our lives naturally (and of necessity) develop a rhythm, and only by understanding our individual rhythm and enriching it by including the things that we enjoy on a regular basis, can we find true happiness and fulfillment in the short term of our daily lives, and I believe ultimately this leads to long-term happiness and a sense of fulfillment as well.

Daniel, Mike, and I spent a long time in Melbourne, and I think this is one of the greatest lessons that I learned. Joy and fulfillment only came when I recognized the rhythm in my life at that time, and then effectively implemented the things that I enjoy into that rhythm. We all have needs and desires that we cannot run from, but rather must learn to embrace and fulfill in the most natural and healthy ways possible, in order that our lives take on deeper meaning simply because we enjoy them more completely.

Life always has the potential to become mundane, and do not think that just because we are on the other side of the world that life does not at times become mundane and ordinary all over again, because it does. We still have to eat, use the toilet, sleep, pay bills, and take care of our needs just the same as when we were at home. Thus, it is not simply in drastic changes, such as travelling around the world, that true change and satisfaction is achieved in the human person. I believe it lies more in the small things, and making them as personally satisfying and fulfilling as possible, such that the little necessities of every day become no longer nuisances, but rather little reasons for joy.

To concretize my reflection a bit, I want to thank all of our friends in Melbourne who helped make our stay so much more rewarding and fulfilling. Friends, family, and relationships are key to maintaining that meaning and sense of fulfillment and satisfaction in life, for without them life too easily devolves into a mundane and even boring repetition of the same necessary tasks over and over again. These tasks are necessary. That we cannot change. However we can change the way we think about them, the way we do them, what we do when we are not doing them, and then suddenly life has been reinvented, life is fun and interesting again. For some it may take a trip around the world, but whatever it is for you, strive to learn more and more each day of what makes your life more meaningful and rewarding, and permanently integrate those things into your life.

Live life to the fullest and die knowing that you have indeed lived.

Working Together

Daniel and I working together at Coffee Club at the DFO Shopping Center in Essendon (suburb of Melbourne, in the Australian state of Victoria)

Though we had an idea of what it might be like to work in Australia, to quote Daniel, "I was scared stupid when we left Hawaii for Melbourne!" We literally had no idea what was in store for us, arriving in mid-November to a country-continent where we knew literally no one. But this was part of the adventure of it all, and part of what keeps me inspired and going even now. Upon setting out on this journey, I believe Daniel and I both either had divergent ideas about what this was supposed to be, or simply coincided on the fact that we had no idea. I have now reflected in my last post as to what the journey has ultimately become, and meant for me personally. Daniel has internalized his own personal experiences and growth, though I know for certain that one of the principal things we share is a renewed appreciation for the relationships in our lives. And I do not think that I stand alone in saying that I am extremely grateful and fortunate for the growth in my relationship with my brother Daniel.

Before we left on the trip there were illusions of bartending together; throwing bottles, uncapping beers, and then sliding the drinks along down the bar: essentially scenes from "Cocktail," but starring us instead of Tom Cruise. Though this never really came to fruition, we have discovered a friendly home at Coffee Club DFO Essendon. Thanks to Wayne Bongers and Susan Camilleri we have a home away from home, and have had many opportunities to explore the Australian culture that surrounds us. Thanks to them we have seen wild kangaroo, eaten dead kangaroo, and learned a ton about Victoria (the state where Melbourne is located within Australia). The adventure has been one of not yielding to fear and being open to self-discovery. This trip in a very real way has been an allegory for what the rest of life holds. We have learned that we need to work in order to make anything possible in this life. We have acquired a rhythm in performing that work, and have developed a further, over-arching rhythm for our lives. We understand now, that working together makes more possible, and further that it can deepen a relationship that was only ever before, just there. Work has the potential to drive us apart or draw us together. And I firmly believe that we have achieved the latter in a very real way.

This has been due in no small part to the great number of people we have met, and who have been extremely generous to us. Life, and the world trip, would never have been possible without these altruistic individuals, who partly believed in the vision that we explained to them, but mostly opened unto us the great capacity in their hearts to love and give, and hence we are still here, and planning the next stage of the journey.

Our time at Coffee Club, Wrap it Fresh, working in the bush with John, Rosalee, and Hugh, working as a fundraising frontliner on the streets of Melbourne's suburbs; down every avenue we have walked, we have found friends, aids, understanding, challenge, and hope that life can be oh so much better than the dubious outlook that we may have carried before we left.

And so in this post, and in this moment, I want to take the opportunity to thank all of you who have helped make this journey a reality. Thanks especially to you Mom and Dad, who have been there to support us throughout, and never doubted that we had embarked on a necessary journey, one that will lead seamlessly and beautifully into the next epoch of our lives.


Mom and I at an apple orchard in Rockford prior to our leaving


Dad and Daniel walking at the orchard on the same day as above


Our friends Andy and Lindsey at a surprise visit to our home two Christmases ago. They were extremely hospitable when we stayed with them in Hawaii, and then Lindsey extremely helpful and supportive on her recent visit to us here in Melbourne. Thank God for great friends.

External and Internal Adventures

It is interesting how it took traveling to the other side of the world for me to find that the journey had in fact lay within the whole time. Though we have definitely beheld many a beautiful sight in multiple beautiful lands, the fact remains that the tangible accomplishments of the trip itself pale in comparison to the personal internal growth that has enhanced my conscience and deepened my heart and soul.

Somewhere inside me I always knew that this was the case, however denial lead me to believe that it was the doing that would set me free, that would open my mind, that would show me the way. I have come to understand that such is not the case. Travel is a hobby; a unique one perhaps, but a pursuit that requires time and money in order to effect, just like any other hobby. It is something that we ultimately choose over other possible investments of our time and resources. Any hobby, pursuit, interest, or activity that we love can lead us to the discovery of new things within our person. We are amazing creatures, and our potential far exceeds what our imagination could ever envision. Sometimes we need to run after those things that fascinate us, those things that fulfill us and make us come alive! Travel was one of the things that at some point evoked in me a desire for more out of life, and so I followed it here to Australia. For a time it proved fulfilling, but just like any other pursuit, I am looking forward to a change, to traveling back toward the United States and the perennial warmth and comforts of home, family, and old friends.

What inspires you to live when you think about it? What invariably makes you laugh or inevitably leads you to cry? I believe that these are the ways in which God shows us the paths it would behoove us to follow. It is through the passion of emotion, through the joy of activity, the thrill of experience, the accomplishment of goals, major or minor, that our eyes are opened to our talents and abilities, and fear is left behind.

I had to go to the other side of the world, but perhaps it would only take you going into your back yard and chopping wood, coaching a volleyball team, riding a bike, taking meals to senior citizens and handicapped persons, taking communion to the ill, visiting the dying, praying for those who do not love you. Each one represents a way to seek the things which make us come alive. When we find them, I believe that we must seek to incorporate them into our lives in one way or another. And then we will have a constant flow of inspiration and hope to lead us through the sometimes incredibly joy-filled, and at other times depressed stages of our lives.

The things that you need to pursue to make your life extraordinary may lie right in front of you. I in many ways dreaded setting out on this journey, but thanks to my parents pushing, and friends' encouragement, we did it! We left, and I cannot, nor would ever want to go back. I cannot unlearn the lessons I have taken from what I have seen, experienced, and lived in the past several months. In the coming time I hope to recount a number of experiences that will demonstrate just how great God can be, if we only open ourselves to His will in our lives. If you feel drawn to something, and you can see no moral or practical reason why you should not pursue it, for your own sake DO IT! Cower not before the pursuits that can make your life extraordinary!

My Birthday Wish: join me in Hong Kong on June 22nd

Also on my new blog: http://aroundtheworldwithmike.wordpress.com/

“Registration” is now open for our first track: Hong Kong to Singapore by land

• June 22nd-23rd: Arrive in Hong Kong
• ~June 27th: Leave for Hanoi, Vietnam by train/plane
• ~June 28th-July 15th: Make it to Ho Chi Minh City by train
• ~July 16th-18th: in HCMC, fly/train/bus it to Kuala Lumpur
• ~August 7th: Arrive in Singapore
• From Singapore, my sister Julie and I might be headed to Bali(by boat?) or swing back to Thailand.

If you’re interested in coming, there’s no catch, fee, sign-up for credit cards or crazy travel scam, just email me. You don’t have to stay for the whole track, or for any of it: you can meet us someplace for a day if you like. Or stay for a few months. If you do, just post your experience online so I can link to everyone else I’ve traveled, making a patchwork quilt of people you’ve traveled with around the world.

If you’re still reading and can’t wait to eat fried bugs, ride elephants and bamboo raft rivers, then please send an e-mail to mikerudz@gmail.com with the following:

1. who you are and a bit about yourself
2. why you are interested in coming
3. how long you intend to stay(if you have no plan, then we’ll get along great)
4. When you plan on joining

Flights to Hong Kong from Los Angeles, round trip and one way:

On train travel in Vietnam and China. The video on the Vietnam page gives a good indication of just how nice the trains are. For further info, the best resource is also Lonely Planet’s Thorn Tree Travel Forum.

Let the great adventure begin! Happy Birthday to me!

Our Theme Song: Beg, Steal or Borrow

Where Fiction and Reality Meet

As I gaze out upon the majestic landscape of Aotearoa New Zealand, I sense its striking resemblance to the stunning creation wrought by JRR Tolkien in his novel “The Lord of the Rings.” In preparation for this journey I began reading a copy of the novel loaned from the public library near where we were living in Melbourne. But by unforeseen providence, and after I had discovered that the length of the loan would not permit me to bring the book with me to New Zealand, I happened upon a copy cast to the curb. It lay beside the stop where I awaited my tram every morning to fulfill the work whose payment ultimately made this journey possible.

The Lord of the Rings was born in the mind of a great and talented author, and yet no less human than any one of us. In the end his words so closely resembled the landscape here in New Zealand, that Peter Jackson ultimately brought the filming here to this stunning landscape in the end. And what a tremendous impact that small thought, which began in the mind of an author has now had upon the world at large.

Up until the time of the Lord of the Rings, I daresay that many Americans including myself, had known very little about this fabled outpost of the Commonwealth known to English-speakers as New Zealand and the to native Maori as Aotearoa. And yet it is no longer simply a British colony; it is a country in and of itself, drawing tourism and immigration from all over the world, and setting itself apart for its diverse landscape and warm, welcoming people.

Whether an idea, a country, or a dream, all must start somewhere. JRR Tolkien’s idea later became a novel and then a film, and an outpost of the British empire became its own country. Interesting now that its role as the backdrop for the film has transformed it from unknown to world-renowned. I venture that the connection that all of this bears to our own journey did not happen by mistake. We set out on our own journey starting on the 4th of September, not really knowing exactly what we were doing, nor what the future might hold. Now we have seen a good part of the southwestern United States, Hawaii, lived and worked abroad in Melbourne for almost two months, and have taken holiday in New Zealand; a land I never thought I would reach in my lifetime.

But had we never set out on that Saturday in September, had Tolkien never written out his ideas, had New Zealand never seen itself as more than just an outpost of Great Britain, none of us would have achieved what we have up to today. The world would not have the Lord of the Rings, New Zealand might still serve as an undiscovered outpost, and we ourselves, would never have beheld all of the beauty of this land, never encountered the generosity and warmth of its people, and never learned just how far our dreams might take us if only we give them flight.

Our tour of this land has enabled me to conquer many a fear, to look deep inside and see what it is that I am, and what I like about that person. For that I have only my companions, those who have helped along the way, and all of you to thank for your ongoing support and encouragement. None of this would have been possible had it not first been for you.

All of these stories are true, though they very well could have only ever happened in fictional novels. But they are real, they are true, because we had the audacity and courage to blur the lines between fiction and reality. In fiction, the good guy often wins, but he also never gives up. Thus, just as JRR Tolkien tenaciously pursued his novel, and Peter Jackson the land of New Zealand as his setting, let us be the protagonists in our own stories of life. Let us live our life stories before they reaches their respective conclusions. For as many “The Ends” as we can read through during our lifetime, for each one of us there will come only one end.

May we live our stories well.

Flight from Te Anau

Snapshot: Lake Matheson suspension bridge

What's every day like with the World Trip Brothers(and sister)?

Defacing our car

Happy Birthday!

If you desire your birthday to last for more than just 24 hours, all you need do is travel away from your family to the other side of the world, and perhaps bring a sibling to sort things for you.

Daniel stands on the precipice of perhaps one of the most beautiful coastlines we have ever beheld on the western edge of the south island

16-Jan-2011 The Pre-Birthday Celebration

Such was the case with Daniel for whom the celebration started on 16-January in anticipation of his turning the big 19 years old at midnight! Thus I went out early, originally intending to go for a run, but ended up in search of gifts for Daniel. Before that point I only had one gift: an apron and towel butcher set that I had bought in Australia. However after that day, the gift total ended up consisting in a volleyball, a garlic press, two tea infusers, a flashlight, and pens for journaling. These were given to him at strategic points over the next few birth-days.

Once everyone was up by the afternoon of the 16th, we made a trip to the beach for which Daniel received his volleyball, and along with Cindy – our friend from France – we had a ball playing on the beach, as well as trying out our newly acquired skim and boogie boards.

At an overlook high above the beach where we spent the afternoon of the 16th

Upon our return to the hostel that night, we arranged for a pasta feast including eggplant and garlic bread, for which Daniel received his garlic press to help prepare! We ate and chatted with our newly acquainted friends far into the night. The night of course culminated in a game of cribbage between Daniel and myself, and a card game similar to “Bang,” taught us by Cindy, that eventually captured all of our interest. It was a brilliant evening!

17-Jan-2011 The Proper Birthday Celebration

The next day was a Monday, and I was up early for the 8am mass. Afterwards I headed off for another shopping trip. From this issued the chocolate birthday cake that we would devour later that night, though the other dimension to my search was fruitless. I sought a claw-shaped tool that we had used at Colin and Heather’s a couple nights before, that enables the user to easily pick up olives, grapes, and other round objects difficult to spear with a traditional fork. I searched everywhere, eventually learning that Baku a cooking specialty store in nearby Richmond, would in fact be the best place to look.

I returned to the hostel, and Daniel having nothing else to where, received his new Puma sandals from Carrie. After this we headed out to get some tea for his infusers from a nearby specialty shop, and Mike and Carrie headed off to grab some groceries for an afternoon picnic. From there we headed to Baku, about 20 minutes away in Addie. Mike made the drive beautifully, and once there we not only acquired one slotted and one regular bamboo wood cooking spoons for Daniel, Carrie and Mike also found gifts for the entire Rudzinski clan, and the owners Linda and Lynn recommended I get my hearing checked out at a nearby clinic. Thus I made my way down and learned that my ailment is one more of listening than it is of hearing. Who knew?

Our return took us through Nelson and down Maitai road, where we had a nice picnic, watched dogs chase and attack one another, and learned what is meant by a Roktopus.

Our first experience on the Rok-topus at the nature reserve along the Maitai River outside Nelson after our picnic

Evening brought us back to the hostel to gather volleyball players, and we headed to the pitiful net set up just off a glorious playground. The game of 4 on 3 worked well and we ended up pretty much even for talent and sets won by the end of the night. Being a part of a game of volleyball between Brits, Swedes, and Americans was truly an experience not soon to be forgotten.

Afterward we enjoyed the swings that swung higher, the ziplines that moved faster, and merry-go-rounds that spun more violently than anything that one could ever find in the US. In a word: liability. But apparently not as big of a concern here in New Zealand, and I can honestly say that the same could be said for the US. Though the equipment was probably more “dangerous,” it was actually fun to play on, which is more than can be said of the plastic protective structures that are called “play”-grounds in the US today. What an experience.

Back to the market for the fixings for the second birthday dinner. This time chicken schnitzel with a pasta and penne mix, and a salad. Wine accompanied the meal, and cake and banana ice cream followed.

The crew prepares for the meal of a life-time – 19 years of it!
Friends include, starting from Mike’s left: Will (Britain), Cindy (France), Truls (Sweden), and Danielle (Jersey)

Daniel’s cake was decorated with candles that spelled “D-A-N” acquired earlier that day from Baku. Dessert was shared with almost everyone that entered, conversation was lively, and we were the hit of the hostel! The night was crowned with the viewing of the “Last of the Mohicans,” and Daniel and I finally got to bed after 3am.

Above: Daniel receives the cake celebrating his 19th birthday
Below: Daniel contemplates just what in the world he has just received

18-Jan-2011 The Post Birthday Celebration

The morning of the 18th brought an early rising and lots of rain. Hence we decided that instead of checking out by 10am, we would stay a fourth and final night and hit Abel Tasman the following morning. Skype dominated the day, and Daniel recounted our adventures of the days before to Mom and Dad, meanwhile they wished him a Happy Birthday for it was at that point only 17-Jan., and hence still his birthday. Thus Daniel lived his birthday for three days, and what a birthday it was!

He even got to celebrate later on 20-Jan. when Mike bestowed the glorious and luxuriant gift of cigars that the three of us men shared next to a beach-side bonfire outside of Punakaiki. Oh God how great thou art!

Interestingly enough, Mike (March), Carrie (February), Daniel (January), and I (December) will all have spent our birthdays abroad between the while on this trip. Carrie is next and is much looking forward to what is to come. Only time will tell.

Morning Has Broken

Sun rises just off the Grand Canyon, Arizona

The older that I have gotten, the more important I have realized our cognizance of our status as morning birds or night owls. I definitely relish the first light of day and the many promises and opportunities with which the sun first rises. The majestic beauty of a canyon or the foreboding of an ocean-bound sound more profoundly impacts in the glitter of the morning light. A traditional hymn declares that “Morning has broken,” not slipped in, or snuck up on us, but rather that it has broken like a hundred panes of glass or a mirror as it strikes the floor. The night brings an absence of light, while the morning represents a reassertion of the power and glory of the day in all its brilliance!

Interesting that in my youth I more relished the night than the day, but with age I now jump out of bed in the morning, and at nighttime I drag toward bed. Regardless of our state, we must take heed of it, and ensure that we get the time that we need at either end of the day to strike a personal balance.

At times we find our balance in interesting ways, as I did in Foxton Beach on the north island

Today we are to set out for Milford Sound in 25 minutes, and yet I linger, enjoying the rain that falls outside my breakfast morning. Reception wakes, but I move not from my corner abode. The world arises and sleeps in as I quietly observe from behind my writing. Life is a quest to discover these small parts of the day in ever new ways and to learn that it is not all the same. Every new day brings with it new chances, new choices, and new opportunities, and we can either seize or be swept away by the forces that act on us.

Let us be movers and shakers and not fear what the world has in store, yet rather embrace and run wild with our dreams. Even if the thought only pervades the edge of our minds, and our uncertainty runs high, let us go for it!

Tim exits the brutally frigid water of the Azure Pools after screwing up the courage to get in, Daniel jumped off the 10m high bridge whose shadow hits the rock-face in the background

Pursue the slightest inkling of what your heart desires, and your heart will lead you onward. Use your mind to clear the way for your passions and dreams, for we live on these and not on rationality alone.

Take a trip around the world, run with your wildest inclinations, and do not look back until you have begun to achieve what you set out to accomplish. Then ponder your re-entry into the “real world” and consider how you may now impact it in a new way. You have the power to change your environment, you only need muster the courage to leverage your knowledge and experience against that which repels you in the culture to which you will return. Be not afraid, for some will reject you, will misunderstand your intentions, will not allow you to return home. But, as Jesus so eloquently stated, “Truly, I say to you, no prophet is acceptable in his own country” (Luke 4:24).

Crucifix centerpiece of the altar at St.Bernard’s Catholic Church where Fr. Gerry Fitzgibbon generously offered to let us stay free of charge

Thus shall you wander the world and seek out your answers to life’s questions, while at the same time conquering fears and fulfilling the deepest dreams of your heart.

Go for it. Do not ask too many questions, for then you will never leave. Instead, seize upon your dream and greet the new day. For anything is possible, and we need only have the audacity to dream it. The world is waiting. Be not afraid.

The midmorning light creates a rainbow through the mist over a lake en route to Milford Sound

Friend's Reflection

Check out what our mutual friend Angela Konitski has to say about life:

http://mywordsandideas.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-let-go-and-do-it.html

Tim & Dan Do the Queenstown Canyon Swing

The above image captures the succession starting on a platform 109m up, into a 60m freefall, out into a 200m arc over the canyon floor at which you reach speeds of up to 150km/h.

The experience is truly mind-blowing and I would highly recommend this to any and everyone who has ever considered bungy or skydiving. The rush is different depending on the position that you start at. Here you will see three very different examples of ways to go off the platform. Daniel will remember this day as one of the greatest adrenaline rushes in New Zealand, and I will recall how I got over my fear of heights and took the plunge!

Thanks to everyone at the Queenstown Canyon Swing! You are all legends!

45 hours, 970 kilometers, 3/4 tank of gas, 1 beer, it's raining and I'm wearing glasses

Above: Gilly Darby, 54, our host for the past week. A musician, she moved to New Zealand, fell in love with an organic garlic farmer and has never looked back. She still has a 22 year old son in the U.K. and visits every other year.

More posts to come soon, but as of me typing this, we just spent $274 NZ(about $200 US) on fixing our Mazda station wagon's clutch. We also burned two days in Te Anau, although they were rather spectacular including watching Jurassic Park on my computer while eating Boysenberry ice cream with chocolate chip cookies the first night, then taking a cruise to Milford Sound that ended with us swimming in our underwear in front of our tour bus, and finally camping in a church last night.

We thought the car would cost a lot more, but now we only have 45 hours to make it 1,000 kilometers. That's roughly 17 hours of straight driving, no stops. Wish us luck.

The Power of Fear

Upon arrival to the shop in Queenstown, and after being weighed (about 90 kilos each) Libby drew unique things on our hands – I received a champagne glass

Daniel is absolutely pumped and I am a bit uncertain after being weighed and filling out all the necessary forms

Multiple different jump styles: Daniel and I both ended up choosing different ones that we had originally planned

I pose with the marquis symbol for the company

In the van on the way to the jump point

Top to bottom and right to left:
1. Shot of the jump point taken from the “treehouse” where the video-making equipment, till, and other equipment were stored
2. Daniel considers what this will be like jump from 109m up, then freefall 60m from the jump point, then to be swing at speeds up to 150km/h in a 200m arc across the canyon below
3. Daniel gets harnessed up
4. Daniel and I with our guide Steve the Scotsman back in Queenstown following our successful jumps

I have someone to thank. Sometimes the power to confront and overcome our fears comes from places unexpected. At times we dig deep inside, but cannot muster the courage on our own. For this reason I am so grateful to have the unique community that we have shared on this trip. Though it is at times chafing, and at others grating, the overall sentiment has been extremely positive and I will say that each one of us played crucial roles in ensuring that we had everything necessary to complete the journey, and that each day contained a new adventure and experience in a country that is chock-full of them.

My brother was the one who had never faltered in his desire for adrenaline-pumping experiences. He says that he relishes the moments in which he finds himself at the precipice, and must summon the courage to hurl himself over the edge into the abyss. There have been many occasions for this, beginning early in Hawaii when my good friend and host Andy May led us up to a secluded waterfall. There we found a jump point and several jumpers, but the water antifreeze green, and so I was the only one of the three of us to make the jump (T-1). Later, upon arrival to New Zealand, some newly made friends led us to another waterfall with a shallow pool outside Piha, where all of us jumped (T-2, D-1), and then the wind was taken from our sails when all the boys made the jump in the buff! What a crackup! The next opportunity came when we all made jumps into a swirling river that we found on an overpass just after leaving Hokitika, when after Carrie had returned to the car, the three of us made the jump in the buff (T-3, D-2). There was some measure of preliminary fear, but once we overcame it and made the jump, we discovered a quite liberating experience. The next opportunity presented itself just shy of Wanaka where we discovered the azure pools spanned by a bridge 10m above the water, which gives a brilliant vista down into the frigid, deep-blue water. After testing depth and temperature, Daniel decided to go for it (photo of him on the precipice in my previous post). He did it! There is video footage of this that will be posted here at some point (T-3, D-3). That day all I could bring myself to do was dive in the water, but that took some courage in and of itself as the water registered at an icy 5 degrees Celsius.

And so we arrived to Queenstown, the heart of adventure activities in NZ, and with Daniel chomping at the bit to do either bungee or skydive, we learn about the Canyon Swing. Bianca at hostel reception did a great job of selling it, which included her showing us her own video uploaded to Facebook (ours will be uploaded as soon as we have sufficient internet connection). It was at this point that I realized both that I  was petrified of doing something like this Canyon Swing, and that Daniel and I were even for jumps for the trip. Of course he was already sold on the prospect. I had a few hours to consider it, and I spent most of them sleeping. The next day came, and though I went to reception, I did not make the booking. Something inside me was still unsure. When Daniel awoke, he said go for it, and I returned to reception only to find that we could not get in until 4:30 in the afternoon. I confirmed with Daniel and the others that this would fit our schedule, then made the booking at around 10:30am.

My heart fluttered for the next several hours, and as we prepared to walk down to the shop in Queenstown, I could not think straight nor readily handle anything fragile, lest it drop from my quivering hands. Daniel never seemed to flinch. My heart was in my throat for the whole of the form-filling and weighing, the way there, and all the way up to the point where I found myself on the precipice.

I have a fear of heights. Not a debilitating one, but then again looking down into a canyon 109m below, and knowing that the only thing between you and the river below is a rope tied to your harness, has a way of amplifying that fear. I have long feared what would happen on an occasion such as this. So I slid carefully to the edge, counted to 3 over a period of 40 seconds, and on my own, with a few words of encouragement, but no pushes, made the jump.

It was so good, so enjoyable, and so exhilarating, that I had to do it again. Daniel and I both did second jumps.

Fear overcome. Check that one off the list.

Lawn Bowling with Colin and Heather Dunn in Foxton Beach

Tongariro Outtakes

Tongariro Fast Forward

Best watched in HD: Click on the quality option in the bottom right hand corner on Youtube to change to 720p HD video. The default quality is 360.

The Confluence of Passion and Vocation

Celebrating the glory of the sunset

Even as I write these words I begin to perceive the inextricable connection between them. The word confluence is not used on accident, but rather indicates the river-like flow of our lives, that eventually either leads us from our passion to our vocation, or from our vocation to our passion. I believe that we are all seekers on a journey, even perhaps like the Fellowship of the Ring, we march through our lives with a purpose and a goal, even if we are ourselves unaware of them. Immune to our volition, life passes perpetually onward toward our ultimate destiny, whether we seek it or not. There are many different ways to live, including the allowance of life to dictate our destiny, but this amounts to succumbing to fate, or acting on instinct instead of exercising the power of our free will. For we make our own decisions and play a role in whether our lives are ordinary or extraordinary. At the end we have only ourselves to blame for failures and mistakes, and ourselves to vindicate for any successes along the way. The journey looks different for everyone, and hence we must caution ourselves whenever we feel lead to condemn another’s path. There is no wrong path, only separate paths that lead in converging and variant directions. All lead somewhere. Before electing one, we must surely consider where each path leads and consider how our lives might be made manifest upon them, but ultimately we decide whither we will go and what we will do. Whether a path is good or bad is relative to a certain degree, because we all must choose according to our own hearts, souls, and inclinations, and in many cases our faiths, however there is also natural law to consider whereby a “good” path causes no undue bodily harm, etc. to any and all parties affected by it, including ourselves.

Contemplating the 10m (30 feet) plunge from the bridge down into the Blue “Azure” Pools at a temperature of 5 degrees C (34 degrees F), outside Wanaka

First, the rational approach or finding our passion by way of our vocation. Sometimes we choose a path without fully comprehending why we have chosen it. And if the path were something found in the depths of our minds, something that rationally appeals to and fulfills us, then perhaps we have found ourselves at our vocation. Vocation may be marriage to the man or woman we love or commitment to be a minister of the Church, or even the life’s work that we have chosen – a career, encompassed in the fullness of a lifestyle as well. Given that we have sufficiently contemplated our decision, this vocation can very well lead us to our passion or passions. Passion comes in the daily work that we do and flows directly from this vocational choice. If the vocation and passion have indeed met, then we feel the energy and support of that confluence that will aid us in our every travail or triumph and indeed our vocations will be the origin for many of them.

Enjoying time off at Foxton Beach, North Island

There is a danger in considering our paths too rationally, and hence a caveat for those of us who seek our vocations this way. We may overthink and over-rationalize a decision. An example taken from my own life: “I have an adeptness for mathematics and science, therefore I should study engineering and work in the field.”  This rationalization only proves true if engineering truly fulfills me in the deepest part of who I am, and I find myself lead to become the best version of myself meanwhile I study and work as an engineer. If I do not, then I need walk away and consider other paths.

Secondly, is the option to follow our passion to our vocation. Passion on its own is more unpredictable, momentary, and emotional; however at the same time more exciting! Passion arises when we discover a pursuit or person that makes us come alive. It is a feeling, an emotion, a thought, an awakening of the soul, and it overcomes us much more readily than the arduousness of rational thought. Inasmuch as it drives us and fills us, it also holds the capacity to destroy us. Passion may be sought in a loved pursuit or person, or sometimes surfaces in a moment where we least expect it. Passion can lead to vocation. There are others of us who follow our hearts, observing where they lead, while making some significant decisions along the way, but mostly reflecting on how each sign along the way makes us feel, and whether it continues to stoke that passion.

Passion develops very differently in these two respective manners. If it flows from our vocation, then I reckon it will tend toward an ongoing, long-lasting sort of passion, whereas the passion that develops out of thin air would tend to be stronger, but at the same time more fleeting.

Overcoming misgivings and taking the leap

I suppose that all of this is to say that there is a healthy balance between the weight that passion and rational thought should hold in reference to our vocations. Each one of us is at a different point. Some have chosen their lives and established themselves, while others of us wander the world, uncertain even of what tomorrow will bring. Some have opted for the middle ground, but remain uncertain as to what the future will ultimately bring upon return from a temporary or casual job or pursuit. Life is interesting, and I think that we have something to learn from one another. The last scenario I described readily applies to my friend Jenna, who has taken a year off to teach English as part of the French education system in Tours. Read her entry on the future here:

All in all, life is an adventure, and though there are certainly ways in which we can go about more prudently or recklessly living it, we each must find our own way. And in the end we are the only ones that have to answer to ourselves for the lives that we have led, save for Christians who have the Lord to answer to, but also his support along the way. Would that we would all follow the deepest desires of our hearts, well tempered by the power of our intellect, in order that we might find the most fulfilling lives possible for each one of us. For if each one of us were to become the best possible version of ourselves, how much greater could this world be?

Making a mark on the world

For further reflection on this see Jenna McIntyre's reflection on a similar theme at her blog "A Year in France"

http://jenna-in-france.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-months-remaining-plan-upon-return-to.html

Thermal New Zealand

New Latin Missal

We have now attended mass a grand total of two times in New Zealand, and the kiwi Catholics are to be commended for their way of integrating the new English translation of the Latin missal. The first mass we attended was at St. Mary’s Church in Nelson, where the presider was an older kiwi gentleman, assisted by an Indian-born priest on holiday from the North Island. The experience was a bit cramped as we showed up late and underdressed after a long relaxing day on the lawn of the Anglican Church, which stands on Nelson’s principal promontory and is the most recognizable monument in the area.

Front view of Anglican Church on the hill in Nelson, NZ (South Island) including the bell tower and the steps leading down to the city centre (behind the camera)

When we arrived to St. Mary’s we had to make room for ourselves in one of the tightly gathered pews next to an older couple who kept giving us looks at the slightest sound we made. We were not overly unruly, it was just that the mass had somehow changed, and it took us a while to realize that the correct responses, taken from the new missal, were being projected on the walls on either side of the altar. After we realized this, we made much less of a disturbance until it came time to kneel. At this point you must understand just how closely these pews were placed together, for Mike’s 6’7” frame let out an audible groan as he tried to fit himself in the small space. I went down for my respective reverential position and discovered that the pews were in fact much more sturdy and harder than I had imagined, and so mine was a groan of surprised pain.

View of the crucifix at St. Mary’s Church in Nelson

Nonetheless, we gathered ourselves up, fumbled through the new Nicene Creed, responded with the now requisite, “And also with your Spirit,”  and quietly followed along with the revised Credo, until we reached one of the more unique new lines of the Mass, which actually changes what was previously my favorite line of the mass: “Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.” The theological explanation for the addition of the word "soul" is that this is in fact the part of the body for which we seek God’s healing, and the reason for the change in the wording of the first part is that it seeks to better mirror the line of the centurion in the Bible who expresses great faith and humility when he tells our Lord that He need not even enter into his home, but has only to say the word, and the centurion’s servant shall be healed. Though it will take some time to acclimate to these changes, the English now clearly mirrors the Spanish mass parts, which I appreciate and which have used more literal translations for as long as I know of. I look forward to reading more into these changes, and understanding why they have taken place.

Though I am as staunch a Catholic as any, I appreciate the Church making the effort to enhance the richness of the Mass, which encompasses the source and summit of our faith, the Holy Eucharist - Jesus Christ becoming bodily present in the bread and wine that we share at every Mass. And having just read the line from Matthew’s Gospel: “By your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned” (12:37) we need to consider wisely the words that we use, for we will be called to account for them whether in this life or the next.

Representation of Da Vinci’s Last Supper portrayed on the front of the altar at St. Mary’s

On a lighter note, the Catholic kiwis seem to be very much devoted to their faith, though I would not say that the majority of kiwis are overly zealous in their religion. My experiences at the Catholic parishes here in New Zealand have been very encouraging and I look forward to continuing to explore Catholicism in all of its manifestations throughout the various countries of the world. In short, I am impressed by how quickly the New Zealand bishops have moved to integrate the new English translation of the missal, and am overall pleased with the new wordings. They do of course imply a great deal of expense in terms of the learning materials, new prayer books, and hymnals that must be produced, however if in the end it leads to richer, more fulfilling experience of the Catholic faith worldwide, then I am all for it!

Great shot of St. Mary’s taken by Carrie as the sun set after 5pm Saturday night mass

May God bless you all and thank you very much for your support in our journeys.

Addie before she had a name

For those of you who are a bit curious as to how the purchase of the car went down, here is a bit more info and a video that we took straight away after we purchased the 1994 Mazda Capella 626 station wagon! About 1 hour after this video was shot, we booked it to the airport only to find that Mike was not there. This however did not dampen our excitement: we successfully bought a car in Auckland, NZ and she has taken us all the way down now to Wanaka the tip of the South Island.


The night of 4–January when we purchased Addie from Mohammed who was the proprietor of Traveller’s International, a hostel just down the road from where we stayed at the Skyway Lodge

What's that in the bush?

From top to bottom: 
1. In our sleep sheets, reading before we sleep, thinking there is nothing wrong
2. We hear something rustling in the brush . . . *click* with my flash- But nothing.
3. Moments later I am outside the tent in nothing but my underwear, it's 50 degrees, and I'm crawling through the bush to find hedgehogs.
4. They freeze when I shine the flashlight in their eyes.
5. Don't pet them: even domesticated ones are full of diseases.


I hope there isn't poison ivy in New Zealand, I must have it by now if they do. What an adventure at 1 am!

Lord of the Rings river reading

Lord of the Rings river reading from Mike Rudzinski on Vimeo.

Dinner at Debbie the Couchsurfer's in Auckland

Anglican Labyrinths in Nelson

Symbols carry so much weight in our society. Should you have any doubt, just consider the significance of the golden arches, or the sign with a tent and red slash on it – no camping – we have seen a few of these along the way here in NZ, but have failed to heed them just as often! 

It is interesting to see the symbols that do recur in popular and fast food culture, be it McDonald’s, Burger King, or KFC, the latter being the one American chain in which we have indulged since being here in kiwiland. The symbols that recur in Christian churches include icons, altars, crosses and crucifixes, but this is the first time that I have ever encountered a labyrinth in a Christian context. The concept apparently reaches far back into the Middle Ages, when it was a popular means of meditation.

Squatting at the point that forms the beginning and end of the labyrinth. As compared to a maze there are no dead ends, such that one walks to the center then turns and exits from whence one came. Great for meditation, and an intriguing relic from Church history.

I found the exercise extremely settling and was able to simply let all of my thoughts go, considering only the items of utmost importance in my mind.

The church in which this lay was set on the top of a high point in the city of Nelson on the South Island. The day that we arrived to the city, we were immediately drawn to the gothic-looking cathedral, and so set out our groceries on the side of the hill. As we prepared sandwiches and consumed some beverages, wouldn’t you know it, but a whole wedding party converged upon us! We were of course looking quite shabby after several consecutive days of camping and they dressed to the hilt for the big day. We immediately offered to move, as they planned to photograph at the big tree right near us, but they assured us that we were fine, and with kiwi hospitality encouraged us to stay right where we were. Absolutely amazing!

Side view of the Anglican Church where we passed the afternoon of 15-Jan.

The rest of the afternoon would have passed lazily there, but for the incessant bells that rang in the tower and inhibited us catching up on sleep. However from that moment we were infatuated with the small city, which hostel – the Palace Backpackers – became our home for the next four days, and which people were very kind and formed a beautiful setting for Daniel’s birthday on 17-Jan. We left finally on 18-January.

Carrie sits on the bed in our room at the Palace Backpackers – Nelson NZ. Highly recommended with more pictures and videos from our experiences there to come!

By far though, the most memorable moment in the city was the Cathedral and its labyrinth, and I find myself hearkening back to the thoughts of that time ever more as we continue along the at times crazy and wild track we follow through NZ!

Poached Eggs, Pesto, and Toast

One of the greatest things about exploring a new country is the experimentation with the local food combinations. Through a variety of different economic influences such as a supply and demand, the availability of ingredients and certain spices, as well as the impetus for each culture to share its own cuisine leads to a variety of unique plates. Here in NZ the cuisine varies as widely as the population. Without knowing too many of the specifics, NZ is a nation of immigrants as much as the United States, though people tend more often to come from India and Asia. And in our case, a man who had moved to NZ from Algeria.

Though not directly related to this post, this photo provides a sense of the “foreign-ness” that we here experience every day. I do not suspect one could ever find the term “tepid” used in the US to describe what is essentially a public hot bath.

On this particular day, I had headed out to the Auckland suburbs to drop Addie for her cooling system refit, and hence was without transport. Walking for a couple 20 minutes, I never found the library, but happened upon a fresh fruit market where I met a really nice girl from Pakistan, who went by the name of Annie. She had decided to marry a man by the name of Ben and had opened a “fruit and vege” shop, which litter the countryside and the streets of bigger cities throughout the country. She and her husband had traveled a ton though, and her stories were phenomenal. On my way there I had discovered that our mobile phone had miraculously died, and so I had no way of getting ahold of Mike, Carrie, and Daniel, who were assumedly waking up by this time at Debbie’s place.

Daniel is baffled by the mainstream use of the corresponding term for “napkins” in Australia and NZ

As it turned out I had little to worry about, as Daniel was sleep-deprived (as per usual) and Mike and Carrie were still recovering from the time change. This did not help me any, and yes pay phones do exist in NZ, but Debbie’s and every other useful number to me were stored in the now dead mobile phone! (I use the term “mobile” because it is the mainstream term in Australia and parts of NZ - “cell phone” usually merits you an odd look from the locals, so you make the adjustment pretty quickly).

Thus after a nice chat, Annie and I looked up all the Vodafone shops in the area, where I might possibly find a charger and get in touch with my compadres. They all turned out to be at least a 20 minute walk away, so being the shy individual that I am, I began to ask in the shops surrounding Annie’s fruit and vege. After enquiring with several Indians and locals, I came to nothing, though my last enquiry gave me a lead. And so half an hour later I was seated at the lone table in the Vodafone shop, charging up the mobile, and waiting for Debbie to bring everyone over so that we could proceed with our day.

A good view of one of the types of buildings that comprise the Auckland skyline

By this time I had been up for a while, so after a good deal of journaling, I decided to try to find something to eat in the area. My compadres were soon to arrive, but I was sure that I could find something quickly. So I bid adieu and poka to my awkward Vodafone friends, and proceeded to find two gentlemen smoking cigarettes outside of what appeared to be a pleasant breakfast-style café. The time was just shy of noon if I recall correctly. Irregardless, viewing the menu, I noted a combination of foods I had never before imagined: “Poached Eggs, Pesto & Toast – $6.50.” I couldn’t help my curiosity, and the price was right, so this is how I ended up in the car chowing down on a combo that was probably one of the most novel and best breakfast ideas I have learned in recent memory.

Munching away, I shared it with my newly arrived comrades, and thanks to Debbie once again, we made our way to the market and collected nearly $250NZ in goods and supplies. We were unable to find some things, and unable to bring ourselves to pay what was asked for others ($12NZ for duct tape!), but in the end it was and has been the novelties such as the poached eggs, pesto & toast that has made each day of this journey ever more interesting, and ever more invaluable.