Five Seven One

So the story is this. I was hired to production design a Bollywood movie in Georgetown, Guyana. I was given numerous signs that taking this assignment was a bad decision. Before I left NY almost the entire crew quit because of the insane ramblings of our very proud Indian director. The script was terrible, I won’t go into detail, but I did have make my first trip into peep world to buy a dildo, which was to be used as a prop in a scene where a penis transplant is taking place and somehow a cat enters the operating room, steals the removed phallice and runs out of the hospital. Anyway, my assistant, Dave, and I decided to stay with the production, because we wanted to go to Guyana.

Coming form a western culture, the realities of traveling in South East Asia is a sounding for the compassion you have as well as the degradation you can bear whiteness to. After passing through customs at Angkor International Airport you immediately get a glimpse of the ignominy in which the descendants of the once great Khmer Empire live. Gaunt men with beautifully symmetrical faces and large eyes hustle every weary traveler as they exit the airport with an unsettling frantic desperation.

Coyote Gulch can be accessed from the Red Well trail head 31.5 miles down Hole in the Rock Road. Which is located a few miles southeast from Escalante Utah. There are a few links at the end of the article with more detailed instructions and maps.

The Bridger Wilderness Area in the Wind River mountain range is located just a few hours south of Yellowstone National Park. This 428,169 acre expanse of jutting majestic mountainous land, rises out of Wyoming’s terra firma to its highest point on the top of Gannet Peat at 13,804 feet above sea level. The mountains are interlaced with cold, crystal clear, high mountain lakes. Black and Brown bears and the occasional wolf pack roam the lower elevations. The knowledge of which, at least for a city boy like me, puts your psyche into an atavistic tension that makes you feel like you are part of the great Mana.

Iceland earns its handle, “the land of fire and ice”, nowhere better than Vatnajökull Glacier. Every inch of landscape on this stretch of Iceland’s southern coast shows signs of millions of years of abuse and upheaval. The glacier seems to be sitting quietly, revealing itself through the massive fissures it has created in the volcanic mountains. Vast fields of black sand, caused by volcanoes erupting underneath the glacier are a reminder of floods rivaling the flow of the Amazon that have laid waste to lichen covered plains. Around the base of the glacier large inland lakes form floating icebergs thousands of years old.