Leif Pettersen’s guide to hostel etiquette

by Aaron Hotfelder on

Over at his wonderfully entertaining travel blog Killing Batteries, Lonely Planet author (and former Gadling contributor) Leif Pettersen offers his “Definitive Guide to Hostel Etiquette.” (Okay, the post is from last year. What’s your point?)

Among the tips:

  • Just because you’re merrily drunk doesn’t mean I’m merrily drunk. This goes double for any time after midnight, because unless I’ve recently told you otherwise, I like sleep more than I like you.
  • You are not the center of the universe, I don’t care how long you studied in Paris.
  • Spontaneous farting is only funny under very precise circumstances. It requires exquisite comic timing that most of you don’t have, so better to just save yourself the embarrassment and do the slow release or, better yet, leave the room.
  • Do not have loud sex in the room while everyone is asleep and if you do, don’t get mad and demand “privacy” when the rest of us sit up and bemusedly watch.

There are 23 more. Check ’em out.

[HT: Brave New Traveler]

Cash and Treasures: Digging for Benitoite

by Jamie Rhein on

Cash and Treasures, as mentioned in a previous post, is a Travel Channel show that features kid friendly places. Host Kirsten Gum, an engaging sort, heads to where you can dig up treasure with or without kids.

Episode: Digging for Benitoite

What is it? Benitoite is an electric blue gem considered rare.

Location: California State Gem Mine. Between Hollister and Coalinga, California. The mine, first opened in 1907, has been active at various times, depending on who owned it and world events. It was closed during World War I, for example. It opened to the public in 2005.

Digging details: If you’re going to find benitoite, the best time to find it seems to be at night using a black-light headlamp. “Oh, my goodness. It looks like a full constellation on the ground,” said Gum when she switched on her light to look around.

During the day you pay $100 for a whole day of digging which allows you to fill a 5-gallon bucket. At night the cost jumps to $500, but can be split between two people. One person wears the lamp and both people look. You can rent the black light for $100. Gum found her stone worth more than the cost of the dig at night. The total value of the gems she found was $2,040.

What you pair digging with: You can camp at the mine or at a campgrounds near by. The area of the Coast Mountains and the San Joaquin Valley is stunning and there are remnants of the area’s mining history. The mine’s Web site suggests riding OHVs, motorcycles or dune buggies to the mine since the road is rugged. Don’t bring the family car unless it’s hearty is the basic idea behind the suggestion.

Digging drawbacks: You can dig all day without much success of finding benitoite, although, the thrill of the possibility can keep one looking. At night, the word cold doesn’t even capture it. Gum said it was 15 degrees.

Family Plus: This is something the whole family can do and kids under 14 are free. Camping at the mine is only $20 per night per family. Even if you don’t find benitoite, you’ll find other minerals. Kids like rocks.

There’s more: Head to W. Scott Forrest Gemstones in Clovis, CA to get the benitoite appraised and then to Leher Design in Larkspur, CA to turn it into jewelery.


Read my New York Times story, please?

by Jerry Guo on

I just churned out–fine, it was more like laboriously dragged out of me–another dispatch for The New York Times. It’s appearing in this Sunday’s print edition, but up online today (at precisely 12:20 am, as a matter of fact).

OK, so I should’ve probably first told you what it’s about. In the off-chance you ever happen to be in New Haven, and on a specific day of the month to boot, this story could become semi-relevant. There’s this chic new architectural talk series where each month, an architectural firm will open its doors and let random people off the streets goof off in their office. And you can drink.

Then, at the talk, they’ll try to solve a design challenge around town. Don’t worry, the architects usually “solve” the problem beforehand, that is, before they start drinking the wine that’s provided.

This was another fun story for me. After the talk, I got to fill my tummy with a huge steak at Central Steakhouse, which, get this, was shipped overnight from Uruguay. No wonder I had to write a positive story :-).

Before I go, I want to give a shout-out to Scott Healy, Kathleen Krolak, and their staff at Town Green Special Services District for putting together this series. Didn’t have space in the story to acknowledge you guys, so here you go.

Shark-safe wetsuits? Would different colors help?

by Iva Skoch on

The Great White Shark attack off the coast of San Diego yesterday (and Mark Shaw’s insightful comments about it) got me thinking about wetsuits. Doesn’t it seem that most shark attacks happen because sharks confuse swimmers or surfers with seals? (See photo to get an idea of what such lovely encounters might look like.)

Here is my question. Why are most wetsuits black then? The majority of the all wetsuits I have ever rented and worn for diving have been black; hence they make you look like a seal. They might have a few color accents, but I am not sure the vision of sharks is good enough to fully appreciate them.

The guy who died in 2004 after a shark attack in Northern California was wearing an olive camouflage wetsuit that made him blend into the rocks (and possibly look more like a dolphin than a seal. Sharks like dolphins, too.) This page has a lot of interesting information about that attack.

Some sources, the surfing handbook being one of them, say the wetsuits with big color contrasts make you look like a fish, which is apparently not helpful, either. I have to say, I have never seen a 6-foot fish of crazy colors though.

Is it difficult to dye neoprene, say, all white or all orange? Would that help or is that wishful thinking?

I see dead people

by Jamie Rhein on

I have succumbed to the fascination in viewing dead people. I’m not talking about funerals, but about viewing dead people who have been dead awhile, as in years and years. The recent public viewing of Padre Pio, a Catholic saint, in San Giovani Rotondo, Italy has brought back memories.

Ho Chi Minh was my first preserved body tourist attraction. Mao Zedong was the second one. I wasn’t really comparing which of the two looked better when I went back for a second gander at Ho Chi Minh, but preservation has treated him better, in my opinion. Neither of these former leaders looked real, though–more like odd wax dolls.

Of all the interesting sites one can see in Beijing and Hanoi, the draw to their mausoleums is impressive. Tourists line up in the midst of people who come for patriotic, reverent reasons. The pomp of such attractions interests me as much as the attractions do themselves. Each place has rules to follow. For example, line up single file and check your umbrella. There are no umbrellas allowed Ho Chih Minh’s masouleum from what I recall. I have a memory of chekcing mine.

The changing of the guards and the hushed tones as people file past the glass sarcophagus, perhaps thinking how similar the glass case reminds one of the fairytale Sleeping Beauty, also add to the mood. But, there will be no waking up here. There is no lingering, no stepping back for a second glance. When one walks past Mao and Minh, it’s in single file at a steady slow pace and then, whoosh, you’re out the door.

In San Giovani Rotondo, it looks like people have some time to linger for a decent look at Padre Pio–even snap a photo. Padre Pio, was a mystic monk who is said to have had stigmata, bleeding on his hands and feet, similar to where Jesus’ wounds would have been. Death seems to have taken the stigmata away. There aren’t even traces.

The picture I saw of Padre Pio startled me at first. “Wow! he looks great,” I thought, but then read that the face is covered by a silicon mask made to look like his face. Evidently, his actual face isn’t quite as pristine. It’s not clear how long the saint will be on view before he’s buried again.

One of these days, I may head to see Lenin. His is the first body to have been preserved for generations to come. There are rumors that perhaps all of his body parts aren’t real anymore, even though these bodies go through special cleanings to keep them in shape for onlookers and admirers.

The photo by steepways is tagged as Lenin’s death mask. If I’m feeling ambitious, there’s Kim Il-sung, the former North Korean leader. He’s in Pyongyang. Neil has been there as chronicled in his series “Infiltrating North Korea.” Here’s a post on Kim to get you in the mood.