The Dilemma...

    Dilemma, dilemma... two places to be and only one me.  The legendary Roskilde Festival and my first travel friend’s wedding in Slovenia are on the same weekend in early July. Beyond cursing the luck of it all, what can I do? I want to be at both places at once.

     I heard of the Roskilde festival years ago back when I lived in the Netherlands. Over the years it has hosted some unbelievable line ups – featuring the likes of Prince, Kanye West, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Oasis, The Who, The Chemical Brothers, Radio Head, and the Beastie Boys.... to name just a few. Beyond the big acts Roskilde is a celebration of the Danish pathos. If you can believe it, the entire festival is done for charity. All the money goes to promoting culture and art in Denmark. Literally thousands of volunteers are needed in order to make Roskilde’s charitable aims possible. Inside the festival egalitarian life prevails... there’s no fights, guys pee next to girls and everyone gets along smashingly. That’s not even mentioning the annual nude race around the camp ground. To be fair, by everyone’s admission, this year’s line up is not quite up to par to past years with Iron Maiden, Kings of Leon, Arctic Monkeys, and M.I.A headlining. The truth is though my main draw to the festival is to be around the new friends I’ve made here in Copenhagen. I want to have our friendships cemented with the indelible memories that roughing it and party till we can’t party anymore can only bring. Those are the moments that are retold and define friendships.  I’ve been fortunate enough to have had more than one person tell me: “you have to be there, you have to be there with us.” And to be honest - that felt good.

      I met Adam 10 years ago in a hostel in Brighton. I walked in there so eager, so earnest, and so unschooled in the art of travel. This Kiwi guy was brash, confident, and had more than his fair share of swagger. He ended up becoming my first close travel friend and in many ways, being 2 years older than me, a bit of a mentor. He met his Slovenian bride to be Petra in that very same hostel, I met her then too. Their story has been epic having taking place over ten years. In the end love can never be dissuaded, if it’s real, as after meet ups, hook ups, other partners, and even years of silence they are now getting married. And not just getting married, but married in a spot so idyllic it could bring a tear to an angel's eye. In all my travels I can honestly say Lake Bled maybe one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.The church in the middle of the lake is as if out of a fairy tale, it’s the kind of place Cinderella would be getting married. Adam and Petra want me there. As Petra said to me – “you’d be the only person at the wedding that was there right from the beginning...” It is true, I saw the initial spark of what I could only assume would just be a hostel flash in the pan transcend into something definite and real – maybe even an eternal flame. A trip to Slovenia would bring my travels full circle. I’d be connecting these new experiences in Denmark to my beginning as a traveler with no less magnanimous of a backdrop than that of love and marriage. There's something slightly mystical about that...

    So there stands my Dilemma. Maybe it’s not quite to the level of the infamous dilemma a French student once brought to Jean Paul Sartre, but it is a dilemma no less. One course of action means denying the other. I’ve swayed back and forth, depending who I talk to, but this weekend once and for all I will bring out the mental scales and reach my decision.  

Tattoo’s on the Inside

     In my first travel’s ten years ago I use to scratch out theories of time, space, and psychology into my note books. My favourite movies play on these themes; the brilliance of how time travel theoretically couldn’t alter the past: “Twelve Monkeys”; how the creation and re-creation of self is based on memories often skewed and distorted to our own needs: “Memento”, and the bizarre, surrealistic interplay of memories in the dream state: “Mulholland Drive.” A little nerdy, yeah... but with that said, I’d like to talk today about one theory of time and the experience of time I have.   

    The first 17 years of my life seemed to happen a lot slower than the post ceding 16 years. As a young person everything was so real. All the firsts – my first steps, my first words, my first friend, my first kiss, my first taste of longing, my first heart break, my first time being drunk...  In each of these moments I didn’t have a blue print of how I was supposed to respond or feel. The feelings from those moments were uproarious and definite. With age there aren’t as many firsts; our brain makes it such as in adolescents synaptic connections- and the potential for newness -  are pruned to give more order and pattern to thinking, and even society tries to channel people towards more sedate, productive lives. Like it or not, pattern is thrust upon us.

    From my experience new events, or at least the events that generate strong feelings, are what gives time its sense of longevity. In periods of strife or joy time has the sensation of slowing down as the brain/mind learns and changes from the experience. These are the moments that are recounted in stories to friends and reflected upon privately, they stand as markers to life lived and because of that live deep and long in our consciousness. A person is totally present in those moments. In contrast routine life doesn’t create this memorable character that is why it slips out of memory so easily.

    Where the illusion of time passing faster occurs is when there aren’t that many visceral memories to reflect on. Years stuck in similar patterns of work, socializing, and thinking will become indistinguishable from periods of the same. I’ve had this experience with a few jobs I wasn’t interested in. Later I would scarcely remember specifics as my brain consolidated those memories into one grey, homogenized glob. Alternatively time spent challenging oneself, embracing newness, and risking new intense emotions will leave specific memory points. With memory points, that period lives on inside of you; without them there won’t be anything to grasp on to. One year goes by, then another...  Revisiting the idea of youth, my first 17 years seemed longer because there were so many more memory points in close succession to each other.        

      The solution to slowing down the experience of time is to allow oneself a child like wonder again.  The pursuit of firsts must continue even just meeting new people, seeing and learning new things and going to new places.  It’s trendy in some circles to be blasé and try to avoid emotion or risk – but fuck that! Routine should be avoided, despite the security of it, as much as possible. Safety is in conformity and pattern, but to look back at a life and barely even be able to identify new moments aside from misfortune is sad. Life is based around change and challenge. These are things that bring risk and fear but the pursuit of it leaves one’s life filled with genuine moments. Moments that will give length to one’s life as these memories cannot be amalgamated - they’re permanent like tattoos on the inside.

The Changing Face of Travel

    The other day I visited an Australian friend who was working at the reception at a hostel here in Copenhagen. We had a few cheeky beers and compared notes on the places we’d traveled, the Australian/ Canadian bond, and the experience of being expats. Where things got interesting however was when the talk turned to how we felt hostels have changed.  Our consensus was that new technologies have negatively altered how people interact. The major culprits being laptops and Facebook.

    Ten years ago no one would ever travel with a laptop. They were WAY to expensive and the threat of losing or having one stolen was far too risky.  Even 3 – 4 years ago they were still too expensive to risk. Now though the cost has come down so much that maybe even half, or more..., of the travelers have one. As a result travelers sit typing away to their friends and family in another part of the world rather than talk to somebody sitting at the next table in the hostel. What’s worse is that a norm has developed too; it’s generally seen as rude to interrupt someone using their laptop. They’re wired in and not to be disturbed kind of like in the old days of internet cafes.

   
     The debate about Facebook wages on. There’s no doubt, it’s a unique way to stay in touch with people. Having been a traveler in the early 2000’s I know that a person has to be a really good friend to maintain a regular emailing relationship.  Facebook bridges that gap by giving smatterings of information about your friend’s lives while still being personal unlike a group email. When you pair this with statuses you have the perfect medium for quick sound bites that show that you are paying attention. Where things get negative is Facebook’s addictive quality. Who hasn’t had the experience of continually refreshing their Facebook news feed despite no new posts?...  it’s like surfing channels when nothing’s on.

      In hostels now people are pathologically wired into Facebook and disconnected from the social world right there. Talking for a few minutes to your friends back home and putting up some pictures is cool, but stretching those few minutes to hours at the expense of meeting all the international people in the hostel? Seems like a bad trade off. Really, it makes me long to see people carrying a good book. At least the majority of people want to put a book down and chat and it’s not that rude to get them to do so. Travel is about challenging and redefining your own character and personality, not further honing your cyber persona. Ironically too a person’s Facebook intrigue is highest while they’re traveling so they receive more attention and are even more so drawn to it. The new generation of travelers need to quit chasing red status notifications, and the brief flicker of self esteem it brings, and start trying to make more lasting friends in the hostel. The rewards for that can be life long...