Five years of travel together

I realized that five years ago I was in China visiting Pepper.  We spent part of her fall break traveling China and seeing Beijing, the Great Wall, the Terracotta Warriors (look at how small Jordan is!),  the Shaolin Temple and Longmen Grottoes as well as her home of Shanghai.  I got to hang out with and get to know Jordan.

Later that year they visited Alaska.  I went back to China along with Kevin and we checked out the Ice Festival in Harbin.  Then the spring of 2010, we did a trip to Africa with principle time in Zimbabwe and stops in Botswana and Zambia.

Walking with lions in Zimbabwe.

After they moved to Alaska we kept up our travels.  Our honeymoon was spent trompsing the ancient Mayan civilizations through modern Mexico, Guatemala, Belize and Honduras.

The next year the family went to parts of Europe with Kevin and Trina.  We hit Iceland, Norway, Denmark, Prague and then Italy.

Figuring out our plan in Rome.
Figuring out our plan in Rome.

Later that year was when we moved to Mongolia.  We got to see quite a bit of the country — though wished we could have seen more.  We spent time in Thailand, Myanmar and Sri Lanka for our winter breaks from the cold.  We passed through Beijing and Seoul a number of times.

We rode the Trans-Siberian railroad from Ulaanbaatar to Moscow and spent a bit of time seeing things in Russia.

Pepper ready to travel!

We’re in India now and have started to see some bits of the country.  We headed off to Bangladesh for our fall break and have plans for the rest of our upcoming breaks to spend within India seeing more of the amazing and diverse country.

Along the way, Jordan has been with us for many of these trips.  For some, Kevin and Trina have been there.  Also, Brooke and Mike VanElzakker and Jay and Shannon… friends and family that I’m sure we will travel with again.

Five years gone, and many more ahead of us!

Rafting the Ganges River

Discovering India

I’m not just a high school PE teacher.  I also serve as the coordinator for the school’s Discover India program.  This is the school’s week-without-walls experience where all high school students (there are also middle school trips but I’m not charged with them) go on one of over a dozen week-long experiences throughout India.  Last year we had trips that rode on and slept in camel-pulled carts, rafting and kayaking trips on the Ganges river, diving experiences off the Andaman Islands, biking the Himalayan foothills… In short, a great collection of trips that celebrate the diversity of the country.

I went on “The Utimate Atali Experience” which I picked because it had climbing, ropes course, and rafting.  Three teachers and 18 students flew to Dehli and then on to Dehradun.  Then we took a two hour bus ride to Rishikesh and on to the hotel we’d stay in.  It turns out that we stayed in one of Condé Nast Traveler magazine’s 50 Best New Hotels In The World 2013.  When we arrived at the hotel they had hot tea made from a local flower.  We all had a bit of a hike up to our rooms from the “lobby” but the facility was incredible.

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Of course, we were not there just to hang out at a hotel.  We worked with Aquaterra to provide us with the adventure components of the trip.  We had a couple of days of rafting on the Ganges River.  One of the days they let us hop out of the boats and float in the water through some low class rapids.  we had to hold on to the rope around the edge of the raft and while I was rolling from my back to my  front in the water and slipping my fingers from the rope I felt and watched as my titanium wedding band popped off of my finger, floated in air like a slow motion scene from a movie, and disappeared into the murky, frothy waters of the Ganges River.

Pepper was amused when she found out.



We also spent time on a hike and an afternoon helping repaint a local school.

This Sunday, Jordan and I depart for our trip for this year.  We’ll spend three full days rafting the Mahakali River expedition style.  The Mahakali is a river that borders India and Nepal.  Our travel just to the put-in is a flight to New Delhi, an overnight train, then a six hour bus ride into the mountains.

I can’t wait to get on our way for the trip.  Aside from Jordan there are another dozen great students and a coworker that I look forward to getting to know better, discovering India, and finding a little more out about ourselves.

My five funniest bathroom experiences with my adopted son

I am sure that even if I read every page of all of the adoption advice books ever written, that these situations would not be covered.   In just five months I have had some crazy experiences in bathrooms with my 9 year old son.  His English is progressing quickly.  My Chinese language acquisition has stopped entirely.  Certainly the communication gap has made a lot of these things that I cal already look back on and laugh at…

First, in my bid for Adoptive Father of the Year award, I locked him in a bar bathroom in Beijing.  Wait, let me explain.  It was the tasting room at Slowboat Brewery.    We had been to the tasting room a few days before for their great beer selection and wonderful burgers.  We met the wife of one of the owners and their toddler was waddling around the place so it was family friendly.  But on the night of the lock-in, it was a busy Friday evening.  Jacob announced a need to go to the bathroom so he went into their single-toilet unisex bathroom.  Moments later, a patron opened the door to see our scrawny kid plunked down on the rim.  I hopped up from my seat and apologized to the guy and showed Jacob that I was locking the door and closed it behind me.  A few minutes later I realized I had made a mistake.  We spent the next 15 minutes having people that spoke Mandarin try to explain to him how to unlock the door, staff searching for the key, bartenders calling the owners, and pictures drawn and slipped under the door.  No luck.  He didn’t understand or couldn’t hear, no key existed, and the pictures must not have been enough.  So I pulled a card out of my wallet and jimmied the door open in a few seconds.  (Yeah, I should have started with that.)  the door opened and he smiled at me.  Then when he walked out, the entire bar cheered and clapped.  So naturally, he broke down in tears.  Check please.

Another instance was over the summer.  He and I went into the restroom and of the two urinals, he ran up to the adult height one, leaving me the low one.  Moments later I’m wiping a splash of his own urine from his eye.

Of course, collecting the stool sample is probably one of the funniest too.

For a while, if I asked Jacob to flush the toilet after he used it he would grab the toilet brush and get to work.  This is probably because he’s not used to western toilets with standing water.  Flushing a toilet as he is accustomed would have involved in a bucket of water being dumped on top of the squat toilet.  Also, he may have been trained to scrub toilets for all we know!


Finally, over the summer we visited with an adoptive medicine specialist doctor.  At one point during the conversation about his health she told me that I should explain to him how to clean under his foreskin.  That is the kind of thing that I am sure that Google translate would have botched.  So when an opportunity arose while he was showering I tried explaining using a lot of pointing, hand gestures and our limited vocabulary.

I’d love to know what he was thinking as I was pantomiming “cleaning under your foreskin.”  I’m pretty sure that we’ll have to discuss this more later.

Three times that saving a dumb piece of paper made my travel less painful

The toll booth slip

A few weeks ago we had an incident.  We were shopping for a couple of cases of beer for a party we were hosting.  Alcohol is strictly controlled in this state of India and our driver had figured out that a place a little south of us had slightly cheaper prices for a case of beer – about $3 for the box of 12 big bottles.  It is just past the toll gate south of us.  So we went just past it and bought some but as we passed back through the toll gate, a police officer flagged us over.  He saw the two cases of beer plainly displayed in the back seat and told us that we were breaking the law.

A few hours south of us is Pondicherry – a small city within a very small “state” that pretty much just includes the city.  Alcohol tax and restrictions are much lighter so some bootlegging occurs.  The officer probably just wanted a bribe.  My driver pulled out the time-stamped toll booth receipt which showed we clearly hadn’t made the trip to Pondicherry.  I’m sure the officer knew any way.  He didn’t bother to open the boxes to see if the Tamil Nadu tax labels were on the bottles.  Instead he made up some statement about how we’re only allowed to transport two bottles at a time.  A short wait while he made, or pretended to make, a phone call and they waved us on.

The taxi receipt

Kevin made a trip to China while I was visiting Pepper there.  The second week of his visit, Pepper had to be at work so we were able to explore Shanghai a little.  We got around using taxis.  One of the places we went was the museum of propaganda where they have a massive collection of communist propaganda posters.  We spent time there and walked around a little.  We took a taxi looking for a place to eat I think.  At some point Kevin realized he didn’t have his GoPro.  We found some very helpful coffee shop employees that spoke English and with the receipt from our taxi ride we were able to call the company and identify the cab number.  The GoPro was slipped down in the recess for the seat belt, this had to be at least an hour after we had the ride.  We tipped the driver well and laughed at our good fortune.  Kevin later left that GoPro near a flower bed in Trondheim, Norway.  Dang those small cameras!

The ATM receipt

During a bit of wandering in Cuzco, Peru I used my ATM card.  Five hours later and lots of walking I decided I should stock up on soles because I was getting on a train to Machu Picchu at 5:30 in the morning and didn’t know how available an ATM would be in the town below that I would stay in.  My card was gone.  I didn’t know if I had left it in the machine or somehow dropped it in my walking.  I ended up having to do a bunch of things to track down the card — but quite critical in the process was that I had the receipt from a balance inquiry and withdrawal.  I was able to find the bank and get my card back by mid morning the next day.

That experience made when a machine sucked up a card while we were in Guatemala on our honeymoon much less worrisome (but no less stressful!)

So there you have it.  When you travel, it is probably a good idea to keep those stupid scraps of paper, admission tickets, receipts and other items for at least a day.  You never know when some information on it will keep you out of trouble with the law, bring your possessions back or  make it so you don’t have to cut your trip short because you can’t access your money!

Experiencing “security situations” overseas

Banners of support for Jaya are everywhere in Tamil Nadu.  My favorite pray for eternal life for her.

Today is Jordan’s birthday.  So we went to the mall and he had some friends meet him there for lunch.  Afterward when we were in the LEGO store, a parent of one of the kids told us that we should probably head home because the Chief Minister of the state, Jayalalithaa, had (essentially) just been convicted of corruption.  She said there might be protests and violence so it would be wise to head home.  We were headed home anyway.  On the drive home we saw some fairly large gatherings of citizens and some intersections had quite a few police present.  Businesses were closing up shop.  At one intersection we saw a group of men positioning an apparent effigy of the head of the political party that filed the charges.  They were moving it into the intersection and about to ignite it.  Police seemed to just stand by.  We made it home without incident.  The biggest inconvenience will probably be not being able to have pizza delivered for the group of boys sleeping over tonight.

A while back our cell phones buzzed with notices to stay home today and tomorrow from our school’s text message system.  Our generator has been running for the last 30 minutes because something has knocked the power out.  Though that happens often enough on any normal day.

A person sleeps by the side of the road under depictions of a politician.  There really isn’t graffiti in Chennai – just political ads painted everywhere.

A few years ago while we were in Mongolia we also were warned of a potentially violent situation after the unceremonious arrest of a former president of the country on corruption charges.  We received emails from the US embassy which were also forwarded by the school.  We disregarded the warning (we needed to get home anyway) and ventured to Sükhbaatar Square where just a few years earlier five people had been killed during rioting as part of political protests.  Nothing was happening at all.

We’re not cavalier about being around these situations.  But the chance to observe a significant local historical event has a significant pull for us.

It isn’t like western countries are immune to rioting.  We just seem to usually use excuses like our sports team winning some championship.

Anyway, we’re safe at home with plenty of food and water.  The power is back on.  Any violence is highly unlikely to reach our sleepy town or down our quiet street far from the serious bustle of the city.

The joys of adoptive parenting – stool sample edition

There is a surprise in our refrigerator.  We had to warn Jordan to not look in the cute little bag on the bottom shelf.  It’s Jacob’s stool sample.  (Jordan gave a funny look and then confessed that he ate some fudge from a plastic bag recently.)


The story of getting here is pretty funny.  In fact, this is going to be one of my top five bathroom experiences with Jacob.  The story goes quite a way back — to when we were in Seattle over the summer.  We took Jacob to an adoptive medicine specialist and one of the many things she suggested was taking stool samples every other day for a week and then having them checked for parasites and bacteria.

That would have worked if we were home, but we were moving from place to place and collecting a sample wouldn’t be easy.  Jacob clearly thought we were crazy when we told him that we wanted to collect some of his poop.  The inconvenience and cost were major factors in deciding to put it off until we were in India.

For a few days we have had the sample collecting jar kicking around.  Yesterday Jacob came into the bathroom while I was shaving and lifted the seat and sat on the toilet rim (that’s another story).  I exclaimed “You’re going to poop?  Wait!”  And I dashed downstairs to get the jar and a plastic bag.  Moments later I am holding the open plastic bag to his bare bum as he cutely asks “Pa, whaddya doin’?” And the only reply that I know he’ll understand is “I need didi’s poop”  (Didi means “little brother” in Mandarin.)  He replies “You crazy.”

I used a plastic spoon to get some in the sample jar and then took the poop bag and dirty spoon to our garbage can outside.  I wish that I had Tamil biohazard bags — but I figure the guy that does our garbage sorting has dealt with cat litter bags from our place.  I should have put some cat litter in that bag.   It’s just a grocery bag with poo and a spoon.

When we visited with a family that adopted a girl from Jacob’s orphanage, they said that her test for parasites had come back indicating that she was pretty loaded.  Since Jacob hasn’t gained any weight in 5 months (still just over 21 kg – or 46 pounds) putting him in the bottom 5th percentile, we suspect he’s eating for a few thousand.

Father’s Day project 2014

For Father’s Day I made a bench out of the headboard and foot-board of a twin bed.  I salvaged them from the burn pile at the dump in Petersburg.  DSC_1306

First, I had to do a number of measurements to figure out how to cut the foot-board.  I determined that I would cut out about an 8 inch section of the center of the foot-board and have to shorten the legs so that the bench side rails were low.



Above you can see that I didn’t just cut off the leg.  I cut out a section of the middle and saved the lower part to reconnect using a peg and wood glue.

I used pegs and glue to attach the former foot-board and new side to the headboard/back of the bench.


Clamp for a while!

DSC_1313Though I didn’t document the next steps, they are pretty easy.  I cut a few pieces of wood to make supports for the bench seat from some red cedar 2x2s and a piece of oak from an old dresser.  I used the top of the same oak dresser for the seat of the bench.

Bench from headboard and foot board.A perfect spot to sit and put your boots on, kick them off, or take a nap if you’re a tiny kid!

I turned 40

Time flies.  Not just the time since I was younger and now became 40, but also the time since I turned 40.  Though the old memory is getting pretty foggy, I thought I would try and recount some of the happenings from that time well over six months ago.

It was a Thursday.  I was coaching the middle school boys volleyball team in the mornings so I had to be up early.  The alarm starts off at 4:50 AM.  When I got to the office, there were a few notes on my white board over my desk.  My teaching partner, Holly is really a great person and was sure to leave me notes.  When volleyball practice started at 6:30, I gave the boys the entire practice to play volleyball.  Coach Suresh and I were able to play as well.  It was my gift to them on behalf of my birthday and I got to play some volleyball for an hour and a half.


I only had one class to teach that day.  We played some American Football in a lead-up to the Superbowl.  After class, I changed from my athletic wear to the matching pants and vest that Mike and I had custom tailored last winter.  I pulled the outfit together with a bow tie and a flat cap.  People that saw me asked about the occasion and I asked how they could tell… did I look older?

In the cafeteria during lunch, Holly came in with a tray of goodies configured in a “40” and even managed to find a candle.  She also arranged to have some of the students sing happy birthday to me.  It was the table of “cool kids” and toward the end of the song, much of the cafeteria chimed in.  Certainly a huge change from the kind of birthday celebration that I would have had during my own years in high school.

After lunch I decided to go all-in.  Pretty early in the morning I had packed for the day having assembled my “old person” outfit.  But I also packed my hair clippers.  Through much of the day I entertained the idea of shaving my hair into a male pattern baldness in the ultimate bow to getting older.

40 years oldAfter school there was a staff meeting for the entire high school.  Birthdays were announced and of course, I couldn’t help but tip my hat.  With my glasses pushed up on my nose and lifted off my ears I figure I must have looked older.

It wasn’t intended to be a stab at those that are more bald than I naturally am, just a fun way to embrace getting older.  I figured it would be better going into my 40s with a sense of humor than being a morose Eeyore.

I had a wonderful evening home with my family too.  Though, Pepper and Jordan were shocked and really wanted my new haircut gone.  So i buzzed it down to the skin on the rest of my head and started working on eliminating my hairline tan-line the next day.

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