Showing posts with label wanderlust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wanderlust. Show all posts

Friday, 5 May 2017




Your Kiss








The breath of your death caress s my lips in their fullness.
Large and African.
Tender with care.
Timidness mixed with the sweet smell of rum.
The harsh lick of tobacco and the whisper of want.
Words do not cross between the two...
...... between the realm of being here and time lost.
Time we thought we had, Time we thought was a given.

Taken by the blows of others in a street on cement.
Our time taken by the fear of humanity against fear itself.
What still remains in the ashes of my grief is the kiss you left on my lips.
as you squeezed my hand and pulled my hair...
this kiss
...that pierced my skin,
this last kiss that bleeds tears from the eyes that search for you
....... still.

Samuel.
My Love.
La Havana
died 22/03/2017 


Crowd Funder details to fix the Ceiling of his parents house .

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Monday, 19 September 2016

The Long Neck Women


The Long Neck Women.
 

Today I started writing the chapter in my book of my adventures in Thailand.

This particular adventure involves a girlfriend and I ( whom is just as badd ass as I am. We are from the same breeding ground you see. Small country town Australia ) hitching our way through parts of Thailand, meeting a Burmese man that was hiding from the Thai government and sneaking into the refugee camp that he had called home so he could see some of his family.

 

My friend and I were housed behind the tourist gates of the compound where the Dragon women and their families are held. Incorrectly referred to as the "long-neck" women, girls can be as young as five-years-old when they begin to be fitted with brass rings around their necks. To be chosen for this life ritual is a divine sign from birth with many layers involved.
Longer rings are added as they grow older, in effect deforming the chest and shoulders to give the illusion that their necks are abnormally long. 


 

With refugee camp # 3 just meters away behind the water well, many tourists do not realize that these women with their necks ringed in brass are actually Burmese , not from Thai hill tribes.
In the late 1980s and early 1990s due to conflict with the military regime in Myanmar, many Kayan tribes fled to the Thai border area.[
Not unlike a "human zoo," this northern Thailand’s Padaung Karen hill tribe village is amongst the country’s most controversial tourist attractions. My friend and I spent our days there taking tourists aside and telling them what was really going on and even showed a few of them the huge refugee camp just a few steps away.



 

When we spoke to those we stayed with many women talked with pride of their choice to wear the rings out of a genuine desire to carry on with the tradition. Yet for some of these villages have no access to electricity, roads, healthcare and schools. 

To get there we had to hide in safe houses at night and crawl our way through rice paddies to be met with open arms by a family living in a house made of card board boxes.

Making our way past the well we were then welcomed by our Burmese friends extended family where we stayed for three nights whilst he gathered more stories for the book he was publishing.

 

I have moved onto many other adventures, my girlfriend has been further a filed, had many babies and returned back to Australia, whilst our Burmese friend and off the beaten track tour guide has published his book “From The Land of Green Ghosts”, all those that welcomed me into their homes and hearts are still living in their state of no mans land with each day the same as the last.

Please. If you are in Thailand and you know others that are thinking of going to visit these people, know that the money you pay to get in does not reach the people that are on “show”. Go in, take good food and pay them directly.

Then protest that it should be happening at all.

I am a mama of a wild 10 yr old boy living in the jungle of Costa Rica.

A wild life Living in the Jungle 
Instagram..JungleLoveWild

Sunday, 19 June 2016

Jack Fruit IceCream ... straight from the tree


Vegan Ice Cream...... straight from the tree.


Jack Fruit (my new love )
Banana
Ginger

I served some of my ice cream to a guest the other day, and he said   “oh.  It is just like a frozen smoothie.”

Well yes......
Mainly because in our family we can't be bothered putting it into small cups, placing a paddle pop stick in it and returning it to the freezer.

At this time of year here in Costa Rica, food foraging makes for one of the most delicious and sensuous Vegan ice creams I know.



Jack fruit, banana and ginger ice cream, sorbet,  or as some say a bowl of frozen smoothie.
What ever you want to call it. It is delicious and can be eaten for breakfast lunch or dinner.
Now that is my kind of ice cream .

If you live in the jungle as we do, then there is good chance that you will have a supply of frozen bananas that never seem to end in your freezer all ready. Bananas grow like hot cakes down here and supply us with year round sweetness and on the go snacks.

I have been patiently waiting for the jack fruit to be ready that is growing and swelling in twos just down from my house.
As it is not quite ready I snuffled some sweet orange flesh from a neighbour of mine for this ice cream.







Then I dug up some ginger, washed off the "terra firma" peeled away the skin and blended some fresh pieces with the two fruits.

To make it extra creamy I used both fresh and frozen bananas, about 4 in total.
A very large handful of jack fruit and about 3 pieces of ginger the size of my thumb nail.
Very precise measurements as you can see.

Blend together, throw on a few leaves of mint and try to eat it slowly !!
Or before the kitten gets to it first.

Enjoy.
And always eat with passion and delight.

Thursday, 5 May 2016

Travel With Children




TRAVEL WITH …..
CHILdREN


Thinking of traveling with your kids? 

Well it definitely helps if they are cute and cool.

Cute and cool kids get you a long way.


 

I for one am fortunate to have one of those. Although he is going through that stage of feeling self conscious of his looks with long blonde hair, his great personality and zest for life is adored by everyone he meets.
By just being his mum I get to jump queues, get let on the bus first, sometimes with out even having to pay and get free ice cream at times.
He gets free stuff all the time. Fluffy toys, t shirts, pocket knives, compasses, machetes, bikes and even kittens.




I have been traveling with my super cute and cool kid since he was a baby.
People want to talk to me a lot about him, about me and about us traveling. And at times these people that talk to me offer to house us, take him places and hang out with him so I can have free time and show us around their home towns just because they love my kid.
It is like the cute kid opens up the universe ahead of me.

One piece of advice I will give about traveling with a baby is put them in a sling. Get rid of that bulky pram/stroller thing that takes up room, creates stress full moments in awkward situations. Like at the airport when you can't fold the damn thing up and people behind you get extremely annoyed. People who don't have kids and people like me who refuse to use them.
Besides, the last thing your baby needs when you are traveling is to be seperate from you. Believe me. It is a way lot easier lugging a piece of cloth around than a bundle of plastic and metal that always needs assistance to move, lift and store. 

Over sized luggage is a pain in the bum and when traveling you need to be downsizing on that stuff.





Benefits of having your baby in a sling are:
  1. You can run for the bus and just jump on whilst it is moving, extremely important in places like India, Nepal, Buenos Aires and Lima.

  2. You can fit into those tuk tuk cabs... which are generally smaller than the average stroller anyway. 

  3. It is easy to fit yourself into those little quaint cafes in Europe where there is hardly any room for two people at a table let alone two people, a baby and the stroller!

  4. You don't take up more space on the already over crowded tiny side walks famous in places like Bali, Bangkok and Hong Kong. People will like you better for this.

  5. Your baby can sleep anywhere allowing you to the theater and live performances in cities such as Barcelona where tango dancers will make you sweat and hot under the collar. 

  6. People in Cultures such as Indonesia can't keep touching your paler skinned and blondish baby because they are nestled basically right on top of your breasts.

  7. You wont have to be dealing with wheels getting stuck all the time in cobblestones or the cracks and potholes that make up most of the side walks world wide.

  8. When we were in Bali I use to strap my baby to me when I was on the scooter at sleep time. Whilst I rode through rice paddies and back streets sight seeing he would snooze as I cruised.

  9. When traveling in countries where they also wear their babies, you get great brownie points. People smile at you a lot and the women want to talk to you. You are invited into the folds of the fabric of their social circles.


Traveling with kids means that most nights you will be in bed early.
This is good for your health. No hang overs means a nicer mummy and it also means that you eat better as you are not trying to grease your liver to soak up  poison you drank the night before. It kind of means you save money as well.

Another piece of advice, take a pack of UNO cards and let your kid know how important it s you get your cup of coffee in the morning.
My kid has it down pat. We get up, he eats breakfast, we go down cobble stone streets or stumble through a jungle to a cafe and we play UNO.
He is a lot better now at playing the game than he was when we left Australia three years ago.
Quite the champion.
Playing cards with your kid may seem old fashion but it creates connection and a lot of laughter.
After he has had enough of the game he will go off to catch lizards. This means I get to have another cup of coffee.




Always let your kids catch things. Geckos, frogs, ants, dragon flies, flies, turtles and fish if they can. Anything to keep them engaged with their immediate surroundings. 
 Better than screen time it also means that the people around at the time seeing it all happen get to ooohh and aaaahh a lot and tell you how cool you are for letting them do it. So many of us sit around now a days looking at devices that when a kid is seen actively playing it reminds others that life is right in front of them.




What I have found letting my kid do stuff like that attracts really good looking young men. And these men want to hang out with my cool kid.
When these good looking young men have skate boards it is even better. As we are not traveling with one, but my kid loves to skate, there are endless offers for him to go skating with said hot man.
This is a bonus.
 Eye candy. 
It is one thing to be told by other parents and older people that my kid is so lucky to be having the life that he is having. But it is a something else when the hot young blood tells me that I am a great mum and how cool is his life!! Eye candy and points all in one.



 

Most falter at the thought of taking kids traveling.
 But I say do it !


I have taken my kid around the world since he was 15 months old. He turned ten one month ago and has visited thirteen counties in his short but wild decade.
As far as he is concerned he is the luckiest boy he knows and is grateful for every single moment.



Although he was sleeping when I saw the Dalai Lama, he has ridden on the shoulders of Micheal Franti in Bali, snorkeled around sea snakes in the Spice Islands, been horse riding with only a rug and rope 5 000 m above sea level in Peru.








 He has been to Disney land in Paris and flew paper aero planes off of the Eifle tower, rode an elephant inside a rescue sanctuary, looked after injured monkeys and toucans and sat on the roof of buses in Paraguay ( don't tell the grandparents ! ).

He has Steered a scooter through Denpasar ( holy shit don't tell them that either ), works voluntary at a reptile park in Costa Rica, has learnt to plant with the moon cycles and catch snakes, picked figs in Turkey and played soccer in the streets of Istanbul, had food fights on beaches, slept in caves, slept over in an orphanage in Peru, patted llamas in the streets of Cusco and had his foot nibbled by a dolphin in Hawaii.





 These are just some of the experiences he has had whilst learning another language and learning that people all around the world are basically the same.
 We all want to be loved and to love, it is just that we all have a different way of showing it.





Taking kids on holidays rock.
As a single mum I decided to turn the wait for the quissential family holiday on some paradise get away into a life time of travel by the seats of our pants.

In fact traveling with my wild child is one of the most awesome things I do.




Monday, 25 April 2016

CHOCOLATE oh CHOCOLATE



Chocolate 
Five things to do with chocolate that does not involve eating.

Glorious Chocolate.


Massage.
This would have to be one of my favourites. Pushing most people I know to their erotic edge, being covered in or covering someone else in chocolate conjures up sensual and often wicked thoughts.
Most people ask me when inquiring about the chocolate massage that I give, if someone comes and licks it off!!

“Well if you invite someone along, yes!”. 

Other wise a warm shower is recommended!     
To do a massage, melt the desired amount of cacao paste with generous amounts of coconut oil and even some cacao butter if you like. For a full body you will need about half a kilo of paste, at least a cup of oil and a generous blob of cacao butter.  For the face you may like to seperate a small amount and add honey or sweetener so that it tastes good if it finds its way to the receivers mouth during the massage !!  Put on some good music, cover the floor with old towels and if you can keep the mixture warm through out the massage with a hot a plate or keep the pot of chocolate bay marie style in warm water then brilliant!  Massage as you would with oil.  Breath in the aroma and feel the effects of the ancient bean working its sensuous magic for both yourself the giver and the receiver.





Pray.
The Mayan Goddess of Chocolate, Ixcacao , has a humble but very honorable origin. An earth goddess, an ancient fertility goddess in a matriarchial society where it was women's work to gather crops and see to it that everyone was fed, her divine responsibility was to banish hunger and provide safety and security to the people.  A good woman to pray to!  I have cacao pods on my alter and include the vision of decadence, nuture and the ancient goddess in my visions as I meditate in the morning. If I am building an alter of gratitude, especially before a feast to share with friends, I always include a cacao pod or cacao beans amongst my crystals, feathers and other important finds from mother nature.








Body Oil.
When I lived in Peru, amongst mountains covered in snow and in freezing cold weather for the most part, many people asked me how was it I maintained a healthy glow much like a suntan.  Well it was chocolate.  I would melt with a generous amount of coconut oil, cacao, enough to colour the oil, but not too much to make it actual eating chocolate.  My morning ritual, was rather decadent.  Before showering I would warm this mix and then I would have warm coconut oil to cover myself with once out of the shower.  It was always commented on how I smelt like chocolate.  I have to say this is my favourite body lotion ever.   Made in my very own kitchen from two of my favourite products.   Chocolate and coconut oil.





Paint.
Instead of toxic paints use melted chocolate. A sweet smelling gift for the grandparents or step it up a notch for a lover. Roll yourself covered in chocolate over a large canvas leaving imprints and images of your body parts!  Eco friendly, fun and smells delicious.






Plant.
Yes chocolate grows on trees.  The cacao tree is commonly called Madre Cacao.  Theobroma cacao meaning "Food of the Gods" a name coined by the swedish Linneus, that merged the greek words "Theo" god "broma" food with the Maya cacao.  Plant one, build an altar under it, harvest the pods, ferment the beans, dry them and grind them and there you have your very own chocolate.  Life does not get much better than that !!









Thursday, 21 April 2016

Australia to Costa Rica

Australia to Costa Rica
As Published in The CostaRicaNews
http://thecostaricanews.com/ 

Raising my son on the road.


This is the third time we have been to Costa Rica and this time we are here to stay.
According to my son whom is about to turn ten years old next week, we are not moving.
Well he isn’t.
I am free to keep on travelling and visiting other countries if I want to but for now he is staying put.




He declared this to me a few weeks ago whilst we were lazing in hammocks on our balcony overlooking the forest that lay between us and the not so distant ocean view.
In our hands we held the first pick of the guanoabana season.
To be more precise the guanoabana was dripping all over our hands,fingers and arms whilst running down our chins.

I have not been taken by such a delightful and heart stopping taste sensation of a fruit since I tried the  perfect Lucuma in Peru two years ago. And that experience was like eating soft fluffy caramel.

The delectable sweet white flesh of the guanoabana tasted better than any sort of ice-cream I have ever had. Until this experience I had never seen one or known that this fruit existed.


Exotic Mangoes



Back in my home country of Australia growing up in the eighties and nineties mango was the most exotic and sought after fruit around. If you were lucky that is.
Here in the mountain range between Dominical and Perez Zeledon , at an average of 700 colones per kilo ( about  $1.40 ) in our local surrounding markets mangoes are as common as apples use to be.





Where we live in this small community of a mix bunch of both foreigners and locals alike, everyone is excited for guanoabana season.
The fruit is regarded as a treasure.
Eyes glaze over whilst smiles broaden at the mere mention of eating one.
  Our house is surrounded by trees that grow the fruit and we spend each day keeping a close eye on the large green bulging spiky balls of deliciousness making sure we spot the perfect time to pick them before the Toucans get to them first.

This is how I saw that the fist guanoabana was ready to pick. A huge toucan flew above and rested in a branch not far from where I was sitting. Dribbling out of its huge colourful bill was the white flesh of the fruit. I retraced a path from where the toucan had flown and found a half eaten very ripe guanoabana about to fall from its branch.

Jack Pot. 

Rescuing what was left I spent the afternoon in fruit heaven with my son beside me declaring his love of this country and his complete non interest of moving.




And I have to say I can’t blame him.
We left Australia three years ago after making a relatively easy and for all tense and purposes quick decision that life in the west was not for us.
Sitting on the floor of the small shop in the industrial estate of Byron Bay in New South Wales from where I was attempting to run a clothing label business, my then six year old son and I made plans to sell everything and leave.
Life in Australia was typically geared towards the need to work more for more consumption and it was glaring down at me way too brightly for my liking.
Leaving was only the real plan we had.
 The mere act of packing up and flying out would surely set in motion the realisation of where we would need to go.

No fixed plans 
 
 

With no fixed plans at all we spent three months in Bali followed by three weeks in France and Belgium visiting grandparents to then arrive in San Jose just after my sons seventh birthday.


Having never set foot onto Central America before strangely enough nothing felt out of place at all.
Feeling at ease as if we were at home we quickly found our forest groove living in an intentional community outside of Nosara in the Guanacaste area.
Never being one to have worn shoes even in cities such as Brisbane or Sydney and definitely not on the island of Bali in Indonesia, my son found his kindred posse of young boys with bare feet and wild long hair amongst the howler monkeys running through the over growth of dense greenery.
Tarzan, Mogly and Peter Pan all seemed to be gathered in the one spot and it happened to be close to the small wooden cabin with no walls we then called home. 



 

After six months of a simple but wild life of beach days, hot days and intense rainy days filled with snakes, monkeys, humming birds and turtles we decided to go to Peru to live for awhile. Although he had learnt to speak many words of German and Hebrew, community living was not giving my son the chance to learn Spanish. It was time to go further south on the continent and try some mountain living and local village integration for the chance to grasp the Spanish language.

Two years later


That was exactly two years ago now.
Back in the warm climate of this lush land of Costa Rica no on can quite pick where we are from. I use to live in Paraguay decades ago where I learnt my Spanish and still can be heard to have an Argentinian tilt of an accent from a marriage in my late twenties.
Constantly jumping from his Peruvian street twang to the local slur of the “Tico tongue” many now believe that my son was born here. I am proud to say that no one ever guesses we are Australian. From Brazil maybe, and not often asked if we are from the US of A , our origins are a constant flux of conversation.


So for now Costa Rica it is.
With local food markets that are like theme parks with new rides and sights each time we go, the extensive variety of fresh fruit and vegetables alone are enough to keep us here.
We drink fresh water straight from the spring and every sunrise is accompanied with the sound of howler monkeys on the ridge.
Birds of every colour, butterflies as large as my hands and wild horses grace our every day.
Brightly coloured frogs, lizards as green as can be and insects the size of small mammals are everywhere.
Armadillos come by noisily at night rummaging through the pile of opened coconuts that lay beside our house.
The surrounding nature is a living playground with the animals as the characters that keep us highly intrigued, entertained and in constant awe.



Life in our little patch of paradise here in Costa Rica is rich with surprises, intense colour and constant joy. Pure Vida may be the local catch cry to describe everything from health, state of mind and the weather, but our life is a pure life in deed when we get to live in surroundings so alive and incredibly beautiful.
I am with my son on this one.
There is no need to move and for now Costa Rica is definitely our home.




Hailing originally from Australia Melissa has been traveling the world on and off for the past twenty five years.
A blogger, chocolate maker, clothes designer and fresh water lover her biggest passion is raising her beautiful and wild son with the world as their classroom.
Currently living in Costa Rica and writing her first book you can find her on Instagram and Facebook as “yeslifeisawesome”.

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Jungle Vegan Chocolate Ice Cream

Recipes from the Jungle Kitchen

Super food, Super delicious and super easy
vegan 
ice cream 

In the afternoons after taking a walk amongst the deep green that surrounds our home we sometimes feel like a big tub of ice cream. 
At times it is all we want to eat here in this part of Costa Rica because it can get so hot.
Although we live in the mountians we are not far from the beach and still feel the soaring heat during the day.

With no ice cream palour near by or even new age raw treat cafe to frequent it is all about the jungle and my kitchen.

And with a recipe like this you can eat it foe breakfast ! Lunch ! or Dinner !
Filled with electrolytes, nutrients and minerals it is
Perfect for any meal. Especially for the little ones, and those of us that are still little at heart !

No food miles, only food meters and ALL Local from Costa Rica.


Jungle Vegan Banana Chocolate Ice cream.


Ingredients:

Frozen bananas ( I used  5 )
3 to 4 heaped Tble spoons of cacao powder
Pipa  (coconut ) water .. from one pipa
Jelly of 1 or 2 pipa (coconuts)
A handful of Chia seeds

Extra add "ins" if you like 
Hemp seeds
tsp of Maca powder


Blend in a blender until smooth.

How perfect is this for a quick breakfast ?
Especially with the seeds added in it is great for you kids and they will LOVE the idea of chocolate ice cream for breakfast.