Red Corner: Bunking Down in Latvian Prison

Rather low on my list of things to do before I die is to spend a night in jail.

Good news, however, for adventure tourists hopped up on doing so; they can now avoid the social stigma of a public trial, and simply pay a few bucks for the experience.
For just $8, the very curious can sleep overnight in Latvia’s notorious Karosta prison. Each guest receives his own jail cell and cot, access to a communal “Soviet prison toilet,” and cold water.

For just four dollars more, a local theater troupe will dress up as guards and turn an already harrowing experience into an altogether more frightening and realistic one. They won’t beat you, but they ain’t putting chocolates on your pillows either.

A quick word about the prison. Karosta isn’t a modern prison with automatic doors and a row of bars to clank your metal cup against. This is an old school jail. Built in 1905, it was operated by the 20th century’s most notorious regimes; the Nazis during World War II and the Soviets during the Cold War. It was a horrible place that still harbors horrible memories even today. Don’t expect a good night of sleep while bedding down there.

Punk Rocker's Gem of Travel Wisdom

I just
came across one of the most wonderful travel quotes I’ve seen in a while, and it came from a most unexpected
source: punk rock pioneer, Henry Rollins.  The former front man for Black Flag is
featured in the March issue of National Geographic
Adventure. 

The very short Q&A interview (not online, sorry) focuses on his recent travels with the United Service
Organizations.  Yes, this is the same USO which sent the likes of Bob Hope and the Lemon Sisters to entertain
American troops abroad.  Soldiers have changed over the years, however, and so have their tastes—thus the
reason Rollins finds himself spending a lot of time in Iraq and Afghanistan these days and Phyllis Diller, bless her
heart, finds herself at home.

But Rollins isn’t just a tourist when he leaves the country—USO sponsored trips or otherwise.  No,
Rollins is a traveler.  I’ve heard many people try to differentiate between tourist and
traveler, but none have managed to accomplish it as well as Rollins did in his Adventure
interview.

“The traveler doesn’t know where he’s going, and the tourist doesn’t know where he
is.”
 

Doesn’t that just capture it perfectly? 

Hats off to Mr. Henry Rollins for nailing this on the head.  God knows we’ve all tried to to it before.

 

Politics & 80 Languages in D.C.

Whether you hate
it or love it, freedom of speech is a wonderful right to have. Sadly enough spouting off at the mouth in a number of
countries about the way high ranking authorities are running things could probably be the cause for the removal of your
entire existence a.k.a. a mysterious disappearance or if you’re lucky a few years of jail time. In America it seems
people can say what they please, when they please and how they please and no one can stop them. (Pokes tongue out.)
Every Saturday morning the folks over at Yellowcakewalk feel the need to
exhaust this right in more words than one. From noon until dark they gather to mock our President in over 80 languages. Some of the brightly colored signs have messages
of peace and justice, but others simply express sour feelings toward President Bush and tell him, well you can probably
guess. Normally I do my best to keep ill vocabulary words from slipping into the mouths of our very worldly travelers
and readers here at Gadling, but this one seemed interesting enough to let it slide once. If politics are your thing
and you’ve been bubbling over, ready to storm off at the trap and let your voice be heard a trip to the capital could
certainly be calling you.

My only advice – visit when the cherry blossoms are in bloom.

Eco-Travel Growing

“Ecology” and “lucrative investment” are rarely muttered in the same sentence. And yet, according to a recent article in the New York Times, potential profits from eco-tourism are starting to turn heads amongst tourism officials in some of the world’s more remote regions.

Inspired by places like Costa Rica, more than 48 countries worldwide have initiated national programs to embrace the eco-conscious traveler with hopes of cashing in on this rapidly growing niche.

The eco-tourism buzzword has also caught on in the Kyoto-unfriendly United States where the travel industry is targeting some 58 million travelers who claim, according to a study by the Travel Industry Association of America, that they are willing to pay a little more to support hotels and tour operators who help preserve the environment.

But how can you tell in advance which hotels are likely to place that nice little note in your bathroom asking that you reuse the towels to help conserve water? Well, the Rainforest Alliance is working on it. Next month they will launch www.eco-index.org/tourism. The site will allow travelers to search a database of hotels and tour operators to locate those that have been certified eco-friendly.

Best Places to Live (Men Only!)

As if us men don’t have enough to worry about, Men’s Health has just published their annual rankings of the
best and worst American cities in which to live if you’re a male
(my apologies to Gadling’s female
readers who may want to head on over here while us dudes chat about dude
stuff). 

The magazine’s editors have developed an intricate formula which reveals the very best places to live, and
not to live, based upon factors such as prostate cancer occurrence, diabetes, body-mass index, heart disease, diabetes,
and other health related indicators. 

Topping this year’s list is San Francisco.  No surprise here.  The city’s fit-conscious
lifestyle as well as its impressive variety of foods (vegetarian, health food, and scores of farmers’ markets),
makes for the ideal, healthy combination. 

On the other end of the spectrum, if you live in Charleston, WV it’s time to move.  Men’s Health
rates in the West Virginia capital are the unhealthiest in America thanks to horrible scores for lung cancer, colon
cancer, diabetes, heart disease, and apparently the ubiquitous presence of some junk food chain called Biscuit
World.  Having the worst male suicide rate didn’t help its ratings either.

Men’s Health also reveals which cities ranked the very worst for particular ailments.  Montgomery,
Alabama, for example, has the highest percent of diabetes among men, and, no surprise here, the heaviest males as
well.  New York ranks the worst in heart disease, Durham, NC for high blood pressure, and Louisville has the
highest rates of colon cancer.  And then there is Norfolk, Virginia which leads the pack in both lung cancer
occurrence and prostrate cancer (lay off the cigarettes, dummies!).

Hey, is it just me or are all these death-traps, with the exception of New York, Red States?