English trippin’ part 2.
- posted July 24, 2007
Bristol is an eclectic mix of rundown Victorian buildings rolling along a hand full of hill sides. The entire city looks like one big decapitated suburban post nouveau-rich urban womb that has just passed between the phase of poverty to artistic explosion. Every area of the town is in the process of gentrification. vegan this, counter culture that, music of all tastes every evening – a real cultural smorgasborg.
Bristol is an eclectic mix of rundown Victorian buildings rolling along a hand full of hill sides. The entire city looks like one big decapitated suburban post nouveau-rich urban womb that has just passed between the phase of poverty to artistic explosion. Every area of the town is in the process of gentrification. vegan this, counter culture that, music of all tastes every evening – a real cultural smorgasborg. As an alternative to London, Bristol has it in the bag – with forests and ocean side an hour or so from the center; commuting in and out for work or play seems like a viable option.
Bath is an old roman town, with a royal bath from thermal springs and extremely old buildings – all made of a very precious stone. The streets are small and cozy. It is here that the British word quaint and posh both reach the perfection of definition. A nice place to visit, very quite, but perhaps too subtle to live in when the action is taking place in Bristol every evening instead.
Erika [a friend of mine from Holland who happened to be living in Bristol] joined me on my Cornwall trip! That was really cool, we rented a car together – which gave me the prefect excuse to drive again and off we went! Erika was very sweet and read me several chapters of her book while I was driving, that was really nice and gave us many interesting conversational boosts!
Dermit, Erika’s boy friend, couldn’t make it along – alas. he seemed to be doing well himself, working hard on music, and his new tunes were nice.
During our week together, we talked about many topics, relationship psychology, relationship patterns, dreams, future plans, current dilemma’s and even sexual tantric massage points and techniques! It’s been great to spend time with Erika, she is really healthy now, and she has grown quite a bit – at times I really felt like I was getting to know a new person. Cool-cool.
Out first destination was just outside of Bristol at two friends of Erika’s: Dizzy and Zak. Dizzy the dulcimer player [musical instrument with strings and a hammer] and Zak: the wizard. Both of these forest people were very career driven, true optimists and charmingly friendly. Dizzy showed us some secret ruins with waterfalls and ancient yew trees. And most important of all, her favorite places where she would often come and read or just drift in thoughts for hours. Both Dizzy and Zak have spent many weeks and months in the forests living in tree houses and forest pyramids.
I admired the way they lived, in a caravan with a huge outdoor tent as their living room / dance stage – simply and close to many secret forest paths. They both showed me how being financially practical could combine with artistic endeavors. How what it takes to run your own business ideas. The importance of timing ideas with the world. Match making upon the hourglasses of time. The power of synchronization.
After Dizzy and Zak we headed east a little to a safari where Kate, the sister of Lucy Cotter [one of my closest friends in Holland] invited us over for the night and into the safari park where she worked.
kate was ultra sweet and looked stunning. She was very kind, left us breakfast, got us free passes and arranged us to travel with the filming crew [Kate is a producer for the BBC]. Unfortunately Erika and I had very little time remaining as we had only until Friday to check out Cornwall before I needed to be in London and Erika needed to be back in Bristol – so we could only stay one night and the morning. The safari itself though was really disappointing. I was expecting free animals living in their natural manner – but instead I just saw big cages where you drove through them in your car, but the animals were not really free at all… tigers hand fed meat, monkeys running over cars for lack of anything else to do – it was just as sad as any zoo I’ve been to before and I really don’t approve of this way of treating animals.
Animals are not on earth for us to control, they should be treated as equals. And preserving a species is preserving it in a jar – its allowing it to live the way it’s always lived: free to make its own decisions, free to find its own food, its own place, its own home.