Just Fake It!

Many folks, these days, are traveling for more than just sightseeing, they’re going shopping. With the dollar lingering near all-time lows versus some major world currencies, many shopping tourists are traveling to the States. However, some real shopping bargains exist elsewhere, particularly in the rip-off goods category.

My trip last year to China was a real eye-opener: the major markets all sold knock-off goods openly, while big, red banners, hang across all entrances, proclaiming “Maintain Intellectual Property” (one of the few signs anywhere in China written in English). (I’m still trying to figure out what the banners that said “Striking Forbid Illegal Management Activities of Soliciting Goods” mean, but that’s another story …)

These huge open-air markets are enough to make brand-name companies fume, with brands like North Face, Nike, Victorinox, and Columbia Sportswear and others all featured prominently, for pennies on the dollar. They don’t even bother with the spelling errors (you’ve seen them: “Addidas”) or mismatched teams (e.g., “Atlanta Braves Football Club”). The rip-offs are so realistic, it’s hard to tell them from the real thing, and it’s all right there in the open. It puts Canal Street to shame for sheer audacity.

But it’s not just China that’s in the big business of selling black-market items. They’re being sold across Europe too, usually in Asian-run boutiques. The shoe pictured above was featured prominently in the window of a downtown Barcelona shoe store just last month. Note the altered swoosh. I can hear Phil Knight screaming …

Pursuing the Pitohui

It has been a long time, to long, since we last visited the NPR Radio Expeditions site. I used to head over there quite often to listen to the numerous audio bios they’ve got posted of various well-known (and a few rather obscure) explorers and scientists. But I more or less heard them all, so I kind of went on to other things. But they are always producing new stuff, so it behooves us to check in every once in a while. To wit: I offer you today this excellent piece on a conservationist named Bruce Beehler who is wandering the mysterious cannibal-inhabited jungles of Papua New Guinea in search of a mysterious and poisonous bird native to the region called the pitohui. In typical NPR fashion, you really get a feel for the heat and the exoticness of the location, and as you follow Beehler and the local shaman that he befriends, you can’t help wonder, how did I end up in a damn office?

Shaking It In Rio

I wish I had a dollar for every “I’m a hopelessly square white guy who went to Brazil to learn how to dance” story I’ve read over the years. Honestly, from John Krich’s “Why Is This Country Dancing” to well, some other stories I know are out there to, um my own piece on the topic….hey, that’d be three bucks so far. But you get the point. Even if my Googling skills aren’t up to snuff this morning (it’s not even 6:30 yet!) I know I’ve read a gazillion stories just like this. They guy heads out into the pulsing streets, he feels insecure and clumsy, but after a few still caprinas and confrontations with the opposite sex, the guy learns how to feel the beat and the next thing you know he’s swiveling his hips like a newly minted uranium-enriching centrifuge.

And so it goes in this story from Slate. Not that it’s bad, mind you. It’s not. The guy, Mathew Polly, learns how to Samba and kind of gets the idea of Capoeira, and he certainly has a lot of fun, but the cliches fly around like moths in the light on a boat gong up the amazon (trust me, I know what I’m talking about), and it has a certain predictability to it. Still, I would never be one to dis a guy who wants to travel to Brazil and write about it. So why don’t you read the piece and decide for yourself if you like it.

Omaha On My Mind

So it’s Monday and I know all of you are crawling out of your beds or have already crawled into the confines of some cube farm in corporate America somewhere, but I beg you or anyone out there doing the complete opposite to spill the beans on Omaha, Nebraska. It just fell onto my travel radar for the week of October 8th-13th and my knowledge of the Midwestern city is close to zilch. In fact it is zilch. I’ve heard horror stories, well not quite horror, but that there’s nothing there worth sticking around for and if you’re smart you make like tumbleweeds and roll out. However, I’m out to prove that theory wrong.

I’ve been to the VisitOmaha.com site this morning and it sure was purty and all, but I want the real skinny. What’s really hopping? I’m searching for it all – shoestring, budget accommodation, good old fashion eats, shakin’ nightlife, and sweet cultural finds. I want the whole shebang!

Please, anyone out there? Help!

Flying Kites for Family & Guatemala’s Dead

Every November 1 better known as All Saint’s Day in Guatemala, the people of Santiago Sacatepequez gather in crowds with enormous homemade kites to celebrate both family and those who have come and gone. From the cemetery residents will set their kites to soar in the skies as a tourist or two sits watching in awe on top of the graves. In this warm travel piece found in the Miami Herald, Kevin Revolinski describes el Dia de Todos los Santos, a holiday with traditions more than 100 years old. While I’ve never placed Guatemala in any of my future travel plans I can’t deny the whimsical sound of celebrating both life and death sounds worth checking out.

Flying kites for any reason is something I’ve always taken fancy to yet never really have the time to embrace on my own. So that I don’t get too carried away or sidetracked here, this one is worth the read if you’re heading down to Central America soon and if you happen to make it to this event, please report back with a word or two of your own.

via MiamiHerald