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Visiting the Maritime Museum in San Diego

I started the day meeting Diane, a former clown. We talked as she drove us to the Maritime Museum in downtown San Diego. She spoke of her experience as a clown and felt it was pretentious. In other words she felt it was pretending and not being real. I told her when I clown I am myself. I suppose reflecting on that there is a degree of acting and playing that you wouldn’t normally do, as society doesn’t give permission. She spoke the good that clowning had done for her husband who had grown in confidence in humour. They were part of a group called Clown Conspiracy who clown as volunteers to raise money for charity.

She was a very interesting lady and told me she had American Indian heritage. Her parents were teachers, her father a Principal. Her grandparents were also lovely people and they had a close family.

I learned that people could join with the tribes and they could be given an Indian name. She herself was an Indian Elder and was to give a name to her relative. Her tribe was not a big tribe but had been resurrected by others who ensured they did not lose their customs. I learned that Indian’s had made money out of Casinos.

I wondered about the African Americans and Australian Indigenous, the fact they look similar made me reflect and that there appears to be greater unhappiness in these groups. I thought of the American Indians and the Australian Aborigines being the first people and that the former did seem more accepted in the US. Although my observation is marginal and I am sure I don’t know much. I thought about class in Australia and the US. I wondered if it was the sense of inequality that was the real source of separation between people. I am not sure.

My friend indicated that she didn’t have her first home until later in life which was unsual. I wondered about housing prices, they seem high her and in Australia. Around $1600 to $2000 per month in Australia for a 2-3 bedroom. Here around $1361-$2000 was the average price of a 2-3 apartment. So not really much different. The wages for low paid workers are much lower here from $12 – $16 per hour. Note it is average not median, not always a good figure to use. It would be interested to look at median prices. I found the minimum wage is $7.25 which makes you wonder how some survive. The median average wage for non professionals in Australia is around $25.50 per hour. In both countries you can assume females earn 80% of the male wage for the same work. I’ve just checked the numbers and they are earning less. So single parents come to mind here and if they are women, earn less. So I sense here that life is actually harder for the average American citizen, even though I sense Australians do pay more across the board. Population of course is another important factor.

We stopped at the Maritime Museum where I got to view the Star of India a famous tall ship that used to take people and traded cargo to Australia and New Zealand. They would be at sea 6 months and some of the issues they faced was fresh food and scurvy, rough seas and illness. I was surprised at how large the boat was and imagined it out at sea. It was well built. Some information about the Star of India as follows:

Star of India is the world’s oldest active sailing ship. She began her life on the stocks at Ramsey Shipyard in the Isle of Man in 1863. Iron ships were experiments of sorts then, with most vessels still being built of wood. Within five months of laying her keel, the ship was launched into her element. She bore the name Euterpe, after the Greek muse of music and poetry.

Euterpe was a full-rigged ship and would remain so until 1901, when the Alaska Packers Association rigged her down to a barque, her present rig. She began her sailing life with two near-disastrous voyages to India. On her first trip she suffered a collision and a mutiny. On her second trip, a cyclone caught Euterpe in the Bay of Bengal, and with her topmasts cut away, she barely made port. Shortly afterward, her first captain died on board and was buried at sea.

After such a hard luck beginning, Euterpe settled down and made four more voyages to India as a cargo ship. In 1871 she was purchased by the Shaw Savill line of London and embarked on a quarter century of hauling emigrants to New Zealand, sometimes also touching Australia, California and Chile. She made 21 circumnavigations in this service, some of them lasting up to a year. It was rugged voyaging, with the little iron ship battling through terrific gales, “laboring and rolling in a most distressing manner,” according to her log.

The life aboard was especially hard on the emigrants cooped up in her ‘tween deck, fed a diet of hardtack and salt junk, subject to mal-de-mer and a host of other ills. It is astonishing that their death rate was so low. They were a tough lot, however, drawn from the working classes of England, Ireland and Scotland, and most went on to prosper in New Zealand. refer http://www.sdmaritime.org/star-of-india/

We then walked over to see the USS Surprise. I could see it was a battleship with a line of cannons and hammocks for the sailors. I reflected on how difficult life would be on a battle ship at sea. The quarters were rudimentary and the ship was small and cramped. Here is some information from wikipedia…

USS Surprise (PG-63), the fourth American naval ship of the name, was the British Flower-class corvette HMS Heliotrope loaned to and operated by the United States Navy from 1942-1945 as a Temptress-class patrol gunboat. After World War II she was sold as a merchant vessel and ended her life in the Chinese navy as Lin I.

Surprise sailed from Derry, Northern Ireland on 24 April 1942 to escort a convoy to Boston, Massachusetts. After an overhaul, she proceeded south and for the remainder of 1942 escorted convoys in the Caribbean, principally between Trinidad and Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. In January 1943, she extended her range into the South Atlantic and, into 1944, performed escort runs between Trinidad and Recife, Brazil.

Surprise then returned to the United States. In May 1944, she returned to the North Atlantic and, until after the end of World War II in Europe in May 1945, rotated between Newfoundland, Greenland, and Iceland convoy runs and weather patrol duty.

Surprise was decommissioned on 20 August 1945 at Chatham, England, returned to the Royal Navy on 26 August, and struck from the Naval Vessel Register on 17 September.

We then walked over to look at a Russian Submarine. I have to say I was amazed at how long this sub was, and again, the cramped conditions. Even a woman crawling through the tubes is tight, I wondered at bigger men and how they managed to squeeze from one section to another, what happens in emergency situations. Many would have bumped their heads I reacon. The electronic devices and technology was evident all over the sub, such skills and knowledge would be required to run the ship. I also reflected on being under water for such long periods, how psychologically they handled it being in close confines with other men and so on. Here is some information from wikipedia…

One of a fleet of diesel electric submarines the Soviet Navy called “Project 641,” B-39 was commissioned in the early 1970s and served on active duty for more than 20 years. 300 feet in length and displacing more than 2000 tons, B-39 is among the largest conventionally powered submarines ever built. She was designed to track U.S. and NATO warships throughout the world’s oceans. B-39, assigned to the Soviet Pacific fleet, undoubtedly stalked many of the U.S. Navy’s ships home ported in San Diego. Now, less than 20 years after the collapse of the Berlin Wall signaled the end of the Cold War, she is berthed on San Diego Bay amidst her former adversaries. Soviet Project 641 submarines, classified as “Foxtrot” by NATO, are essentially larger and more powerful versions of German World War II era U-boats. Low-tech but lethal, she carried 24 torpedoes while she was on patrol-some capable of delivering low-yield nuclear warheads. B-39 carried a crew of 78 and could dive to a depth of 985 feet before threatening the integrity of her nickel steel pressure hull. The Soviet and then Russian Federation’s navies deployed these submarines from the mid 1950s through the early 1990s. They played a part in many of the Cold War’s most tense moments including the Cuban Missile Crisis.

After the Maritime Museum we went to Anthony’s Seafood restaurant where I was treated to clam chouder. I had a lovely salad. It was lovely looking out of the restaurant window at the bay. Beyond the bay is the Pacific Ocean.

I looked into the distance and could see Point Loma where I am living. Just up from where I am living is the Point Loma Naval Base. Here is some information about this facility from Wikipedia.

Located in Point Loma, a neighborhood of San Diego, California, Naval Base Point Loma (NBPL) was established on 1 October 1998 when Navy facilities in the Point Loma area of San Diego were consolidated under Commander, Navy Region Southwest. Naval Base Point Loma consists of seven facilities: Submarine Base, Fleet Antisubmarine Warfare Training Center, Fleet Combat Training Center Pacific, Space and Naval Warfare Systems Command (SPAWAR), SPAWAR Systems Center, the Fleet Intelligence Command Pacific and Naval Consolidated Brig, Miramar. These close-knit commands form a diverse and highly technical hub of naval activity. The on base population is around 22,000 Navy and civilian personnel.

San Diego: Found a Clowning Buddy

11 february 2013

Today got up around 9.30am as I was pretty tired after my long trip yesterday. I have felt disappointed in this trip as the peace education contacts and exchanges didn’t materialise nor even an interview. Even in the Rotary court I wasn’t able to even generate interest in having a Rotary Peace Scholar talk at a local club. I did get the chance to visit a club but my own work in peace has not been supported here, only marginally. I seem to always get moral support but it is so difficult to get real support. Anyway, my host here encouraged me to contact San Diego State University. I contacted the Chair in Leadership and Education and she encouraged me to contact the head of Teaching. He got back to me and said he had no time all week even though he liked what I was doing. He has subsequently circulated my material. I have contacted a local school Principal who attended the Rotary meeting and hopefully can teach at least one class before I leave. I decided to go for a long walk and ended up heading in the direction of Point Loma Naval base. On the way I stopped for a coffee. It was funny I tried to catch a young woman’s eye simply to comment on the weather. It is my way of creating community, I do it all the time wherever I go. She kept her eyes firmly down. I have noticed that here in San Diego and Los Angeles. It is bringing back memories of how I used to be when living in Sydney as a 20 year old. I became quite hard as a means of protecting myself and didn’t acknowledge people. However, having been a clown has changed all that and I feel no fear at all and just love chatting to people to create connection. I don’t talk too long but just enough so people feel warm and happy. Anyway, she missed her chance to make a friend. I met a couple of other people but they didn’t pursue a conversation. I actually don’t mind just observe mostly. I ended up walking and looking at the endless traffic. It was a nice day and I just headed for the water. That led me passed lots of nice houses. I saw a guy briefly who made a comment and I responded. I am not into ignoring anyone. I kept on and ended at a small beach watching people with their dogs. I was looking across San Diego at an island in front of me and the city behind. I thought of the marine biology place just up the road and beyond that a large naval base. There have been reports in the media about a person who has murdered at large. Turns out he is an ex Naval person and was seen around this part of San Diego. My understanding is that he had a vendetta against the Los angeles policeforce, he is a former policeman and blames them for firing him in 2008. He has held a grudge and apparently shot a LA policeman’s daughter and partner and killed another person. He attempted to steal a boat and my host speculated he probably was heading for Mexico. He was last seen in the mountains behind LA, his vehicle abandoned and the difficulty of finding him given the snow. The police and navy took precautions and brought in armed vehicles as he was considered very dangerous, he was trained by them. I did reflect on violence and how we train for it, when it goes against us it is bad when it works for the good of the country it is good. I find the culture of violence not adequate to deal with social problems. If he is holding a grudge, experiencing conflict, I would doubt he knows how to deal with his feelings nor does he understand that life is about going with the flow and that he can resolve conflict through communication of grievances. What I’ve learned in the peace area is that life is always unfolding, if we have negative feelings we have to deal with it and have to become aware of our denial which transforms into projection of negative images onto others. Clearly this man is holding these images in his mind and seeing the other as having to pay for his pain rather than exploring why he is in pain. It is a problem for many men as they are taught to suppress and defend themselves rather than explore and face themselves. So as I walked I reflected. I listened to some peace teachings as I myself cultivate the power of love within. I recognise that life doesn’t have to turn up the way I want re: peace education and contacts, but is unfolding as it should, my own sorrow is my issue as I am not accepting reality as it is showing up and in those moments not enjoying life right now. So my own training kicks in as I open myself to life and realign with gratitude, that is how I transform my own negative feelings into positivity and acceptance. I walked back from where the Naval Base entrance was and then met this same guy again. I invited him for coffee at the coffee shop. He said he had just been there. He told me he was a christian and had studied mass communications. He had a tragedy some years ago where his grandparents and cousin died in an accident. My heart went out to him as these grandparents were incredible he said. He must have felt deeply alone. He was only 25 and looking for direction in life. We both shared that. So I told him about the magic in my own life and being a World Peace Clown and how clowning is wonderful for peace. I new there was a Mardi Gras on in the city tomorrow and asked if he wanted to clown with me. He agreed and I loved his courage. It is new and not everyone has the courage to be a clown but he, like me, is into peace and love and so he will give it a try. I will take my spare clown suits. So with our conversation over, and leaving him with reflection on the type of clown he is – he called himself Chatterbox. We can come up with a patter for his character. Ironically I couldn’t get any clowns to come out with me. I realise they need an event. I did find one but perhaps the notice was too short. Not too worry should be great fun. Looking forward to clowning with my new friend. He made my day. I spoke to my hosts tonight about clowning and what it really does. How we seek to bring love and joy to people, we don’t fear anyone, we just go out to bring a positive, safe feeling to the streets. The idea is to show people there is no agenda just simply having fun. The wonder of it is meeting people you would never usually meet. I told my friends about Peace Pilgrim, she was a woman who brought her life into balance with the life patterns, she lived where need equals want and only wore the clothes on her back. She saw god as leading her to where she needed to go. She had no money and was technically a vagrant. She felt no fear whatsoever and commented on a situation where a little girl was chased into a barn by a man, she said what put the child in danger was the child’s fear. So she stood between the man and child sending unconditional love to him, he stared hard at her for a long time and left. She had absolutely no fear. This is what I perceive as an awakened state of mind and you can only reach it through love. Clowning is one of the ways to learn to love strangers without gender being involved or indeed an agenda, you do it for the pure love of people. It has made me the loving person I am today. I still have work to do on myself, not perfect yet, far from it, but I am working on inner peace and for me that creates outer peace. This is my work. Tomorrow will be an adventure, I’ve been hanging out to clown….

Travelling to Jugglejam in Los Angeles

My friends Leah and Ed came and picked me up at 9.45am to travel to Los Angeles.

It is a 2.5 hour drive and predominantly on the highway between San Diego and Los Angeles.

On the way I marvelled at the 5 lanes coming in and leaving these cities, so much traffic and population. There are 3.8 million people in Los Angeles (smaller than Sydney 4.6m) and 1.3 million in San Diego.

We drove into Los Angeles and came in through some mountains that showed a view of the San Fernando Valley. We drove to meet with Dana, Ed’s sister. What I love about Leah and Ed is that they visit her every Sunday and spend the day with her. Dana is suffering from Alzheimer’s and is lucid then forgetful. Ed brought some shelving and drilled it up for her. She was a delightful woman and I found out before her disease she was bright and a former clown herself. It was lovely looking at the pictures of their parents and I wondered at how life is so changing and how time flies.

We went out to the famous Canters Kibitz room. I was told it was famous and both Ed and Dana and been there as children. Canters is in Fairfax which is not far from Sunset Boulevard and was a jewish area. I was told it had changed and the area was more mixed. This place was very popular at all hours in the morning. So we had some food there and I had a little walk around the area to check out the street. Ed and Dana reminisced about her boyfriend who she dated for 4 years. Ed and Leah decided they would send this ex boyfriend a postcard. I was thinking it is probably good to stimulate her mind but I wonder if you can stop Alzheimer’s or whether it is the family that has to adjust to the change. Not so easy.

We then drove her home and I felt quite tired after lunch. We then drove to jugglejam. The creator of this session were two amazing brothers who have set up a business to sell products to aspiring jugglers or object manipulators as he stated. These two brothers are from Malaysia and I noticed how gentle and attentive the two were. They were definitely masters of the universe, as I usually call exceptionally good jugglers. However, they see themselves not as jugglers but as object manipulators and when you see how they move the pins, the balls and other objects. The group was wide ranging from jugglers, to those interested in staffs, unicycle, poi balls, contact balls and much more. I found them definitely inspiring and one of the boys talked to me of the flow and how he felt a oneness with god. I told him I was a peace clown and he suggested we keep in contact. I’ve just looked at his website and I will definitely keep in contact. He was a wise person at such a young age and I feel what they are doing could be so helpful to young people, I felt the flow as well and see the wisdom in juggling.

After we left the jugglejam we headed back to San Diego. My friends listened to some country music whilst I listened to teachings. I was extremely tired so found myself drifting off only to find myself awakening when close to home.

We all said goodbye and I felt a sense of gratitude that these two people had taken me around, bought me dinner, introduced me to their friends and taken me to LA. It is moments like this that really make my trip. I am deeply thankful.

Tomorrow is another day and I am curious to see what happens.

Meeting New Clown Friends

9 February 2013

Today was an amazing day.  I heard back from Leah who is Tango clown.  She and her husband Ed (Lomax clown) invited me for a cuppa.  They came over within ½ hour and took me to coffee and cake.  We had a good talk about clowning and the world.  I have a very positive attitude about life and really feel in my hear t love is the answer.  Ed is an ex Vietnam Vet and sees street life in a less positive light, feeling that people on the street were not willing to work or going for the money.  Whilst I felt for me elements of truth in what he said I also felt that young people have no real role models (only 10% boys have their fathers as role models) and I believe that many battle drugs and alcohol addictions.  I think life is not so easy these days with broken homes, expectations for success, the nature of success and materialism and a deep unhappiness pervading life.  I worked in 400 companies and found very few happy people.  Ed said he honoured my beliefs but didn’t see it the same way so we agreed happily to agree to disagree.  I don’t expect Ed to have my view as his life experience is different and he doesn’t expect me to come on board with his ideas, but we can both have our ideas and respect the other.  I enjoyed our candid conversations.  Leah is a lovely talented person who is into needlework making quilts.  She is a talented face painting clown and Ed is LowMax clown who is into magic and balloons.  They both have a clown school teaching clowning and the history of clowning.  It goes back since the dawn of human history.  It is in every culture.   We went back to their house and Leah gave me some Clowning Around magazines, one had them on the cover and even some lovely soda with their pictures on it.  They have been married for 37 years and watch a match in heaven, two clowns.  They say they are still on their first date, I was blown away by such love.

They then kindly took me to the zoo as they had a free pass and I got to see rhino’s, panda’s, zebra’s, giraffe’s, monkey’s, orang-utans and even a cheetah playing with a dog.  It is considered one of the best zoos in the world.  I also saw a kangaroo and kookaburra.  The latter was quite big. 

They then decided to take me to dinner to meet Loosey Remarkable and her husband Whistle Stop clown.  He was a very tall guy and apparently does balloons.  Both couples clown and are in their 60’s and 70’s.  I was very impressed.  They do their clowning for charity to give back to society.  They had encountered clown phobias and just keep away.  I always say to people who fear clowns ‘it is not clowns you are afraid of it is your thought about them’.  I look at Hollywood and see that clowns have been turned into negative characters which of course is not the true clown.

They told me they join a clown alley which apparently came from the circus where clowns ended up doing their makeup in the alley.  So they create groups and encourage clowns to get together and learn from each other, keeping the artform alive. In Australia there isn’t that spirit sadly and often I find myself alone.  So I don’t have that solidarity.  The same applies for those in peace education, no real solidarity.

I learned that masons have clowns as part of their order to develop men and bring in humour.  They believe in charity work.  It was interesting.

We talked about the 1960’s where Diane (Loosey) had travelled to Japan in a boat at 16 years.  She said they were very lovely to a large group of US teenagers.  She explained that it was around the time of Eisenhower and that life had changed so much.  She remembers the hippy movement but she missed out as she was a bit older and working.  She said it was a time of freedom and expression.  Ed himself had been in Vietnam and the other clown also had been in the armed services.  San Diego has many ex service men and women.  When I asked Diane what had changed the most she said electronics, meaning technology.  She wasn’t that keen on it.  She was a live wire and I felt an amazing person in her own right.  So we will meet up for a day out next week.

My new friends kindly took me home and will take me to a jugglejam in LA tomorrow which  I am excited about.

I even went to a clown shop today and bought a clown nose and glue.  It cost $29 which was a lot but I will use the nose and be able to juggle, the other noses haven’t worked for me.

I came home tonight to find free passes to the zoo again, maritime museum and other attractions.  I just felt gratitude to my Rotary hosts Bell Anne and her husband Bob.   My last week will be great and if I get to do peace education in schools nothing will bring more joy.  I had a few flat days as it seemed like it wasn’t going to work out here but I can feel my energy lifting.

I am excited.

San Diego: Rotary and Balboa Park

8 February 2013

Today I was invited to go to the Rotary Club of Point Loma.  My former host picked me up at 11.45 sharp.  We drove to the club down the road which is a sailing club.

I met with the lovely President and African American woman from London.  She had the kindest eyes and I felt an instant connection with her.    I was introduced to some other Rotarians.  One gentleman told me he is travelling in his motor home but sees San Diego as his home away from home.  We spoke about peace education and he was quite an innovator curious about how to get Rotary more involved in peace.  He was looking at internal structures and was quick to mention that the club was typically involved in projects where you could get the hard data on outcomes.  Peace education is not so easy and so we traversed the world of the invisible when you evolve and grow as a person, not so easy to evaluate that.  I am a former Market Analyst and yes we can look at social emotional intelligence but sometimes what is taught in peace education could take years to germinate given children are 8-10 years old.  Some kids will take away the importance of peace, others will learn empathy in bullying situations, others will see it is important to not discriminate but include people in their group and others will learn more about how we include and exclude through beliefs.  So to evaluate this is not so easy as every person’s consciousness focuses on a different element and interprets differently given background, awareness and personal interests.  So if clubs will evaluate and then decide to support it won’t work.  It is a new field, newer than conflict resolution (1960’s) and is typically associated with anti-war or fluffy subjects.  It is not yet recognised as the absolute foundation to creating a culture of peace.  However, as times get tougher and people see that zero tolerance, guns (fear) or ignoring the problems do not change outcomes, then there will be a point in the future where people are receptive.  I will just wait until that time.

I was told the San Diego Yatch Club is the sister Club of Perth Yatch Club  and was reminded about Dennis Connor and the America’s Cup.  I saw Dennis’s name up on the plaque.  I remember being in Perth and seeing some dots on the horizon as the America’s Cup was being raced.  Fremantle a coastal town really was undeveloped but starting to look more modern at that time due to the America’s Cup.  Here is the story of the America’s Cup (refer Wikipedia).

The 1987 America’s Cup was the twenty-seventh challenge for the America’s Cup and the first time for 132 years that it had not been defended by the New York Yacht Club.

The American challenger Stars & Stripes 87, sailed by Dennis Conner, beat the Australian defender Kookaburra III, sailed by Iain Murray, four wins to nil in the best of seven series.[1] Conner thus became the first person both to unsuccessfully defend the America’s Cup and then to win it back again.

The series was held in Gage Roads off Fremantle, Western Australia during the Australian summer months between October 1986 and February 1987. The Royal Perth Yacht Club was the defending club and the organiser of the defence series.[2] Yacht Club Costa Smeralda of Porto Cervo, Sardinia was appointed the challenger of record and hence the organiser the challenger series.[3][4]

The 1983 America’s Cup off Newport, Rhode Island was the most significant America’s Cup regatta since the first event off the Isle of Wight. Alan Bond’s Australia II pulled off a major upset by winning the series from Conner’s Liberty to become the first successful challenger in 132 years. The New York Yacht Club had previously enjoyed the longest winning streak in international sporting history, having successfully defended the trophy over twenty challenges.

Designed by Ben Lexcen, built by Steve Ward, owned by Alan Bond and helmed by John Bertrand. Lexcen’s Australia II design featured a reduced waterline length and a short chord winged keel which gave the boat a significant advantage in maneuverability and heeling moment (lower ballast C of G) but was a significant disadvantage in choppy seas. The boat was also very quick in stays.[2] The winged keel was a major design advance, and its legality was questioned by the New York Yacht Club. During the summer of 1983, as selection trials took place for the Cup defence that autumn, the New York Yacht Club challenged the legality of the keel design. The controversy was decided in Australia II‘s favour.

So there was controversy around the Winged Keel.  Since then In 1992, Bond was declared bankrupt with personal debts totalling A$1.8 billion. He was subsequently convicted of fraud and served four years in prison.

Looking at the windows of the San Diego Yatch club it was not hard to see this is a sea faring culture here and they love their boats. 

Our speaker at the Rotary event was Franchesca Gelbart who was a holocaust survivor. She spoke of her life story where she as a 10 year old went to 5 concentration camp. She spoke of what she had learned (her story in the next blog).

I met Frank a Rotarian and ex-naval audio expert deciphering signals for the Navy. He was based on Midway island out in the middle of the Pacific during the Vietnam War.  Here is some information about Midway Atoll from Wikipedia…

From August 1, 1941 to 1945, it was occupied by U.S. military forces. In 1950, the Navy decommissioned Naval Air Station Midway, only to re-commission it again to support the Korean War. Thousands of troops on ships and aircraft stopped at Midway for refuelling and emergency repairs. From 1968 to September 10, 1993, Midway Island was a Navy Air Facility. During the Cold War, the U.S. established an underwater listening post at Midway to track Soviet submarines. The facility remained secret until its demolition at the end of the Cold War. U.S. Navy WV-2 (EC-121K) “Willy Victor” radar aircraft flew night and day as an extension of the Distant Early Warning Line, and antenna fields covered the islands.

With about 3,500 people living on Sand Island, Midway also supported the U.S. troops during the Vietnam War. In June 1969, President Richard Nixon held a secret meeting with South Vietnamese President Nguyen Van Thieu at the Officer-in-Charge house or “Midway House”.

We had a great chat and he ended up dropping me off at Balboa Park to investigate the museums.  I had a lovely coffee there and then went to the Museum of Man.

I decided to walk to the city and stopped off the World Beat Centre and café.  I met a guy selling his artwork.  He just wanted the money.  We discussed that.  I told him I was in a similar situation moneywise.  He said his family had him do work but didn’t pay him.  I talked to him about being positive. In truth it is better he goes about his selling with an attitude of gratitude, he will get more money in the long run.  People don’t like to feel they have to buy because he wants money.   This sadly is what money does to people.  What was interesting about this guy was that he had dark skin (afro American) but it was peeling off and underneath was white skin.  It was a strange skin condition, my heart did go out to him as getting work would be hard for him, people would recoil.  But he kept trying.  I tried to give him a positive feeling and encouraged him to go for what he loves, I know that is hard to swallow when you feel you need money but I could only speak my own truth and hope it was useful for him.

I spoke to a woman saying ‘isn’t it chilly’ to my surprise she walked off faster.  I marvelled at the fear of strangers, when in truth I am being friendly and had she been open she would have met a nice person and had a fun chat.  I was just making friendly conversation, it was indeed a cold day and I am told it is snowing in the mountains.  However, I did want to walk and walked all the way to Broadway then to the end near the Pacific Highway and stopped at Starbucks for coffee and to ring my hosts to pick me up from the bus stop at the other end.

They came and collected me and then bought me some lovely Mexican food.  We sat down afterwards with a nice red wine and food and chatted about US politics, we found ourselves like-minded.    They then started to move off to bed.  I came back to my room and typed up my blog.  I finished at midnight, such is my hours.