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Letters 08-31-2015

Inalienable Rights This is a response to the “No More State Theatre” in your August 24th edition. I think I will not be the only response to this pathetic and narrow-minded letter that seems rather out of place in the northern Michigan that I know. To think we will not be getting your 25 cents for the movie you refused to see, but more importantly we will be without your “two cents” on your thoughts of a marriage at the State Theatre...

Enthusiastically Democratic Since I was one of the approximately 160 people present at when Senator Debbie Stabenow spoke on August 14 in Charlevoix, I was surprised to read in a letter to Northern Express that there was a “rather muted” response to Debbie’s announcement that she has endorsed Hillary Clinton for president...

Not Hurting I surely think the State Theatre will survive not having the homophobic presence of Colleen Smith and her family attend any matinees. I think “Ms.” Smith might also want to make sure that any medical personnel, bank staff, grocery store staff, waiters and/or waitress, etc. are not homosexual before accepting any service or product from them...

Stay Home I did not know whether to laugh or cry when I read the letter of the extremely homophobic, “disgusted” writer. She now refuses to patronize the State Theatre because she evidently feels that its confines have been poisoned by the gay wedding ceremony held there...

Keep Away In response to Colleen Smith of Cadillac who refused to bring her family to the State Theatre because there was a gay wedding there: Keep your 25 cents and your family out of Traverse City...

Celebrating Moore And A Theatre I was 10 years old when I had the privilege to see my first film at the State Theatre. I will never forget that experience. The screen was almost the size of my bedroom I shared with my older sister. The bursting sounds made me believe I was part of the film...

Outdated Thinking This letter is in response to Colleen Smith. She made public her choice to no longer go to the State Theater due to the fact that “some homosexuals” got married there. I’m not outraged by her choice; we don’t need any more hateful, self-righteous bigots in our town. She can keep her 25 cents...

Mackinac Pipeline Must Be Shut Down Crude oil flowing through Enbridge’s 60-yearold pipeline beneath the Mackinac Straits and the largest collection of fresh water on the planet should be a serious concern for every resident of the USA and Canada. Enbridge has a very “accident” prone track record...

Your Rights To Colleen, who wrote about the State Theatre: Let me thank you for sharing your views; I think most of us are well in support of the first amendment, because as you know- it gives everyone the opportunity to express their opinions. I also wanted to thank Northern Express for not shutting down these types of letters right at the source but rather giving the community a platform for education...

No Role Model [Fascinating Person from last week’s issue] Jada quoted: “I want to be a role model for girls who are interested in being in the outdoors.” I enjoy being in the outdoors, but I don’t want to kill animals for trophy...

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Life on Planet Backpacker

Robert Downes - December 20th, 2007
Life on Planet Backpacker

What could be finer than riding an elephant up a jungle trail under the cool green mountains of northern Thailand? The elephants stretch out in a long line down the trail, their ears flapping and bodies swaying in the sun. Far below, a river crashes in a wild torrent through a jungle canyon. And the palm trees along the trail explode with the green fire of the sun. I’m swept away by a vision beyond my wildest dreams.
It’s just another day on Planet Backpacker, and one of the best, I might add. They’re not all this good: sometimes you’re covered with mosquito bites, wondering if you’ll contract Dengue fever (aka: “bone-crushing fever”), or stuck for 16 hours in a dismal airport lounge. Or scrambling around after midnight in a strange town and an unfriendly neighborhood, looking for a place to crash.
But that’s the gig, and I’ve gotten to know the backpacking brotherhood (and sisterhood) quite well in the past three months on my way around the world. Life on Planet Backpacker is a world with its own customs, capitals and highways.
Most backpackers are college-aged, with many taking a “gap” year off from school or celebrating the completion of their undergrad degrees before heading off to med school or to complete their masters. Some of the younger members of the tribe appear to be from well-to-do families, with their trips financed by the Bank of Mom & Daddy.
But there are also older professionals on the road -- people like me who’ve saved for years in order to see the world. I’ve met lawyers, investment bankers, a gourmet chef and even a toxicologist -- with ages ranging from the 30s through the 60s -- who’ve abandoned their careers for six months or a year to see the world. Most say their stint isn’t long enough to see all they could wish for. Travel is addicting.
Planet Backpacker has its own dress code: The women all seem to wear pedal pushers and tank tops of a solid color. You often see the ladies lugging the heaviest loads: a huge pack on their backs and a bursting daypack strapped out front. Often, their packs look bigger than their bodies -- full of more tank tops and pedal pushers, I suppose.
For men, standard garb is a pair of knee-length camo shorts and a t-shirt featuring the logo of the local beer for whatever country you’re in at the moment. And of course, both men and women all wear flip-flops and bead necklaces from the miles of souvenir markets you encounter everywhere you go.
You used to have to be a bit of an Indiana Jones to bum around the world with a pack on your back, but no longer. Over the past 10 years, the travel industry has flexed its muscles, making remote trips as easy as banana pancakes. There are thousands of travel offices in Asia which can book anything from an elephant safari to a three-day trip to Cambodia or Laos in a matter of minutes. Want to ride a private overnight bus halfway across India? It will pick you up at your hotel. Want to go to Burma, floating down the Irriwaddy River on a bamboo raft? It is easily arranged...
And although I’ve seen the Great Pyramid of Cheops, which was one of the Wonders of the World back in ancient times, nothing compares with the modern wonder of global telecommunications. For less than $2 I can call home from a convenience store in the smallest village in Asia and talk for 10 minutes. Or, keep in touch via the dozens of Internet cafes in every town from here to Dublin.
Occasionally, the real world intrudes, such as when I went to pick up a Very Important Person (my lovely wife, Jeannette) at Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok and was shocked to bump into regular folks. What am I doing in this ridiculous outfit? I wondered. Why don’t I get a decent haircut and wear some grown-up clothes and start acting my age? But thoughts like that always bring to mind Jim Morrison’s great quote about our time on earth: “No one here gets out alive.” You may as well act out your fantasies, bub -- they won’t last long.

Here’s the latest on Planet Backpacker from up near the border of Burma:
-- Pickpockets are everywhere in Asia, and sure enough, I got hit. I was checking out a menu on a street corner one night when I felt something going through my shirt pocket. It was a baby elephant, trying to get at the orchid in my pocket which garnished a piña colada earlier in the evening. Yum-yum! Enjoy, little fella’.
-- The Thai people love their massage and there are parlors everywhere -- even open-air venues on the street. After hoofing around all day, there’s nothing better than a 30-minute foot massage -- a heavenly sensation for only $5.
-- Back to that elephant ride: Ours is the biggest tusker in the bunch and I call him Big Boy. Every 10 seconds he rears back his trunk and demands another banana. I’ve brought two bunches because our guide says nothing makes an elephant crankier than when you mess with its food and water. Sometimes they go “mad” over such things and start stomping people. And when an elephant stomps you, he means business...
-- Jeannette and I are in Northern Thailand now in the city of Chiang Mai after a 500-mile train ride which went clickety-clack, bumpety-bump and rumbly-tumbly all night long, providing little in the way of sleep. Thailand is a country of good roads and freeways filled with new cars. And the airport, Skytrain and subway in Bangkok make America look like a third rate nation by contrast.
-- Chiang Mai offers some 300 Buddhist temples. The temples are like golden gingerbread castles, with a curlicue of red dragon spines along their ridges and psychedelic spires that are meant to impale any demons that happen to fall out of the sky. And each one has a golden, smiling Buddha inside.
Yet I think that if I see one more of these Buddha barns (or for that matter, any more dusty old churches or palaces), I’ll go stark raving mad. But that’s part
of the job description here on Planet Backpacker.

 
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