Here are the remaining few Haiku's and most important the tributes I wrote in Israel about various members of our crew, I thought I posted them a month ago but my mistake so here they are now. There were alot of us and so I didn't get to everyone, but if you would like one I will do one for you!
Shelley:
- Guide Shellie Viasberg
- Coined the phrase "its hot as balls"
- Ain't that a truth bomb
Dafna:
- She was a sniper
- American jews she now leads
- Loving each second
Jesse
- Lyrical Hebrew
- Sang true sounds like sweet mouth gold
- Dropped oh so smooth
Liz Herman
- The story of Liz
- She had a fight with her foot
- She kicked its ass
Jason Herman
- Beautiful Jew girls
- Jason said while we walked
- Nodding I agreed
Shai:
- He's just a shy guy
- He really isn't that shy
- That's just his birth name
Yana:
- He may be shorter
- However he is not small
- His jokes are quite big
Mayan:
- Mayan is a punk
- She bites, pushes, swears and fights
- Dory is her friend
Conor:
- Pawn merchant he said
- Girl you do not understand
- This job that Jews do
Mike Lowther:
- Call him go pro man
- Leaves it rolling as he rolls
- Filming Jews on slides
Samantha K:
- Sam rocks that sweet tat
- Evolution on her foot
- Hausa on her back
Ben:
- Security Ben
- He is always on duty
- Napping in-between
Adam:
- News man found himself
- Raping like that Will Smith guy
- Yet he's a big Jew
Misc:
- Trees, Trees, Trees, Trees, Trees
- Israel equals this land
- Of milk and honey
- Masada Castle
- Where going to take that Bitch
- Build a fucken ramp
- Tent sleep it was
- 4 oclock wake up ten dollars
- speechless views, priceless
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Jew Beards Kesher Haiku Blog 2 - Thoughts from Jew Beard
This is Jew beard, he became the fictional narrator for our trip. We were lucky to meet this amazing hilarious man at a museum in the center of the old city, where we saw him in HD video and this amazing actor told us about the old Jerusalem, he even took us back in time in an 1980's digital depiction of what old Jerusalem looked like hundreds of years ago. It was full with baths, naked dudes, goat sacrificing, a hooded woman who fell in love with him between deep glances, traditional garb and he even contemplated the depth of history through a cup, epic. This inspired me to look inside the person and thoughts that are Jew Beard, and here are his Haiku's:
Lulov and Entrog
Jew beard bears from past to now
Rocking old time garb
Jew beard buys a goat
Bathes in the hot holy baths
He Temples old style
The cup Jew Beard loves
Where did that old shit come from
He will never know
Jew beard loves hood girl
Their passion run like deep streams
Hard glances tell all
Jew beard the good Jew
He narrates with honesty
Let your brain be blown
Jew beard with strong jaw
He could have been a model
Lacks self confidence
Now Jew Beard
He is a true manly man
See the woman swoon.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Jew Beards Kesher Haiku Blog - Jerusalem
Hello my friends both Kesher and non, I am sorry for the long delay, here is the collection of Haiku's I wrote during my time in Israel while I strolled at the back of the group. Some are inside jokes from our trip or you would have to know Israel a bit to understand but not all of them. It was easier than a journal and a lovely simple platform to capture little pictures of the great adventure that Israel was and I feel absolutely blessed to have had such a wonderful group and leaders to spend it with. I will post them in installments and categories I hope you all enjoy.
Jerusalem
Hot as balls it is
Walking among ancient things
Eat that shit up G
If you don't hydrate
The sun will sucker punch you
Right in your good soul
See Robinsons Arch
The Wailing Wall, Hulda Gates
Pilgrim that sweet mount
To build or not to?
Replace that big temple mount
Let that old stuff lie
Pilgrimage it up
Travel to Jerusalem
Does it holy you?
Does it holy you?
Dead mount of olives
Jew generations lie here
Not saying to much
Lunch in the Jewish Quarter
Sharma taste fresh
Tip him and he says love you
He may not mean it
Sharama dripping
Sidewalk clean no more
That Shit aint Kosher
Serious Business
The Sharma man is watching
Don't sit in his chair
Pizza toast taste good
Part of a balance breakfast
Jews love that sweet toast
Yad Vashem - Jewish Holocaust Museum
Jerusalem A.M
Preparing for a deep day
True Contemplation
What is Yad Vasehem?
Rememberence the meaning
Holocaust the truth
No words can describe
Photos, words, film and objects
Tears to fill oceans
Words, circle, discussion
Israel education
Crack that brain open
Community Garden Work and Reforestation of Israel
Should we cut that branch
Make sure you hoe with that hoe
Labor It up Jews
Trees, Trees, Trees, Trees, Trees,
Israel equals this land
Of milk and honey
Little man in hat,
He Is chillin like a villian
Hollier than thou
Thursday, January 12, 2012
A Slice of Pai
I was convinced to spend some time in the northern Thai mountain town of Pai, and what was going to be two days easily turned into five as the magic of this place is best described in pieces as the places was incredibly dreamlike and I could spend a year attempting. Here is my best try.
- A four and a half hour mountain ride up winding roads to arrive in the company of four young Irish folk, arriving to find the best b&b ever and hitting the town with a foggy memory of what the late end of the evening brought.
- My b&b named Edible Jazz, rent a private bungaloo with bathroom for $3 dollars a night, It has a live open air jazz club, bar and restaurant and with free coffee and Wifi included. The owner Tom a big Thai man with the biggest grin a bigger laugh and the biggest beard became my fast friend and he took me on a tour of the antique museum he keeps. We drank coffee each morning as I nursed my hangovers and he asked questions about my home, my old license a gift to him now lives in his museum as part of his foreign stuff display.
- Pai a town with one main tourist street and a handful of funky different bars restaurants and coffee shops, the next streets over full of bungalows and huts surrounded by hills and rivers, streams and ponds . Everyone smiles, says hello, laughs with their hearts and opens there home to you, It is a place you could easily get stuck in forever, as many foreign friends I made had done themselves, one saying “it is an easy and beautiful thing to get stuck in Pai. Being a small town everyone knows everyone, I ran into travellers and locals alike that felt like old friends within just a few days
- The gang arrives, 13 travellers/English teachers from Chaing Mia, a group of them I had made friends with through my ozzy friend Viv. Over two days we:
*In only my overalls we motorcycled through the Thai foothills in the pouring rain to swimming in beautiful tucked away waterfalls
*drank beer and played cards at a roadside bar so far set from the world it felt like its own magical space
*laughed until tears frolicking in the mud for hours and bonding with five very special members of the crew
*stayed up all night listening to music, drinking, dancing, singing and laughing until I caught a bus out of town, feeling like I had just left a little part of me in Pai, perhaps I will collect it someday.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Zip lines and Elephants
Two of the best adventures to follow when I finally settled into doing a bit of sightseeing was to do Jungle Zip lines and to head to the Elephant Nature Reserve. The Jungle Zip Lines came first and I was picked up 8am in the morning outside my hotel in a van that then carried us two hours up and up and up into the mountains outside Chiang Mai. We drove up roads at what felt like 90 degree angels past towns tucked into places where you can only imagine how they got there in the first place. With a collection of other foreigners, Japan, Canada, China, France and Germany all represented, we climbed with our crazy Thai guides up into the trees to begin our 50 part movement through the woods. Using harnesses and straps and a break that is literally a “y” piece of bamboo our guides make jokes as they glide through the forest upside down laughing, encourage us to do the same, they seem to like their jobs a little to much. We fly 30 feet between trees, drop 100 meters, swing 50 feet from high spot to high spot. It is such a rush, and you feel like you are living in that middle place between wanting to scream and laugh hovering just between absolute fear and excitement. By the end I am exhausted but feeling so enthused. I become friends with a few Canadian girls, Holly and Monique who were flying along with me, and we spend the afternoon/eve eating Thai Indian food, funny I know and wandering the markets that make up a gorgeous part of the peaceful homeliness of Chaing Mia, good tourist day one, check.
The day that followed was one of the most memorable amazing experiences of my travels and it was visiting the Elephant Nature Part. Now don’t be fooled but there are all sorts of forms of elephant tourism and a lot of it is at the abuse of the Elephants, were they are prodded, beaten chained poorly fed and poorly treated. Although popular, I chose not to do an elephant trek or opt to ride elephants, I more just wanted to experience them and meet them on their level and the Elephant Nature Reserve was that. It is a refugee camp for abused elephants, either through logging, tourism abuse or grievous injury these elephants make their way to a place where they are not chained or penned but allowed to walk free. The founder of this place, the daughter of a medicine man, her name is “Lek” for little, is the mother of these elephants and treats them like her own children. She trains the Manuts, or elephant trainers to not use prods or sticks, but to guide them with their voices and become family members, almost like a little brothers to the elephants. What started as lek with two elephants is now 30 elephants and as many trainers as well as a slew of volunteers and staff but also medical care for elephants. My small group of visitors upon arriving realized how special of a place it was, very few pens but more a resort for elephants where humans take care of there every needs, their payment for the hardships they endured. We get a chance to feed them, pet them, and bath them a few times during the day, and then just walk with them in the open, no fences no chained feet just freely. They are amazing expressive creatures, you can truly tell you when they are happy or sad and they have a very keen reaction to humans as well. After a day of feeding, bathing and walking with them I felt like I had just had a truly spiritual experience, not a paid performance act but an honest beautiful one where I got a chance to treat them, they were not there for my benefit but I was there for there’s and that made it all the more important.
Chiang Mia in the land of Thai
After leaving the amazing experience I had in the monastery, and feeling like I was floating on clouds, I headed back to Chiang Mia to begin a bit of sightseeing. I check into a tiny hotel called well Little Hotel where I pay $3 dollars a night for my own room and a shared bathroom. It is a little dirty but cozy and clean enough for $3 dollars a night and maintained by a lovely little old Thai woman. The only problem was I was so zenned out from my meditation experience I just could not be bothered to choose touristy stuff to do, I just wanted to appreciate the moment, and to help me the world produced my friend Viv, a lovely, bubbly, dreadlocked yoga doing hippy Australian mate of mine I worked at Yha with in Sydney. Signing into The interweb for the first time in almost a month, I jumped on facebook and remember that Viv was in Thailand I asked her where about she was. Within seconds she responded Chiang Mia. Plans were made for a night of silliness, and as I sat down to dinner with her and her English friend Eli to a hot papaya and beef salad and a beer (The first meat and the first beer I have had in almost a month) I could not be happier. I felt so clear, so centred and so ready for whatever the universe wants to offer me, and it offered me an amazing collection of Viv and Eli’s international friends. I felt so open that these international travelers teaching English in Thailand felt like instant friends, Alex from England, Brigitte from South Africa, Josh from Washington and Dani from Boston were just the first round of amazing people I would meet as we drank $1.50 mojitos at a little bar lit only by candle light named griffin bar. I LOVE CHIANG MIA.
The next few nights and days are full of good food, drinking, dancing and lovely company as I shoot around on motorcycles, bowl, and see a million monastery’s on the backs of some of the most beautiful hang overs of my life. I never want to leave. The morning after our first night out I ask Viv to help me find a way to stay, If I only had had the money I would have spent a year living there, meditating, learning yoga and massage and adventuring with such an international smorgasbord of awesome English teachers and foreigners. I spend a day following renewing my tourist visa at the Burma boarder in which I spent an hour in a Burmese market and visit the famous White temple. This temple designed by a Thai Buddhist Artist is one of the crazier temples I have seen, and something only a super wealthy artist could create. Next we were off to the famous Giant Golden Buddha, Literally a 100 foot Buddha at the next of the Burmese Triangle, the river intersection that connects Burma, Thailand, and Leos and was home to the biggest opium and Heroin drug smuggling ring in the world. Here is just the beginning of the bizarre mix of things that Southeast Asia has to offer.
2012
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