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Hey, guys. It's Allen, back from a hectic last seven months which took me from Beijing and the Great Wall to
Xi'an and the Warriors to Lhasa and the Potala Palace to New Orleans for Hurricane Katrina to becoming a student at Harvard
Law School to ten days driving through the greenery of Ireland to Indianapolis to watch my beloved Steelers pound on the Colts
back to New Orleans once again to Tulane Law (phew) to Sacramento to meet my godchild, Kylie Sage, for the first time (and
watch the Steelers get 'One for the Thumb') to twelve days on the Galapagos Islands with my lovely Swiss Miss and now with
a website that is up and breathing again. I just spent the past few weeks getting all of my pictures together in some recognizable
order and decided to pop them on the site to bring back memories for some and to instill the traveling bug in others. Hope
you enjoy the ride and remember to e-mail me and let me know what part of the world you are exploring next. allena2@yahoo.com
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Sometimes in life, the system that attempts to integrate us all into the daily grind misses a beat and we
are able to break free from its requirements to do something out of the ordinary, something life-changing that can bring us
places we never would have seen if we followed the safer, well-traveled path. People are confronted with choices like
this one once or twice in their lives, and sadly most choose to let them go because they fear the unknown. As the saying
goes, fear causes hesitation and he who hesitates... Learning To Fly is an example of three young men who fight through the
fear and open themselves up to the possibilities the world has to offer. None know where they are going. They
just know it is going to be one heck of a ride.
Or Click Here To Pick Up A Real Life Account Of Life In The Himalayas Through The Eyes Of An Italian-American Explorer (Yes,
Me:)
 Welcome to the mysteries of Nepal, home to the highest peak in the world, Mount Everest. When you are
standing on the summit, it is as close as you can come to touching the sky using Bus #11, your own two legs. While Everest
is the word everyone identifies with when thinking about the "Rooftop of the World", Nepal has so much more to offer.
I spent three weeks trekking around the Annapurna Circuit and sanctuary, and another twenty days following
in the footsteps of Mallory through the Khumbu region and its neighbors. Sub-zero temperatures, 20,000-foot summits and the
dreaded AMS malady, that has the power to strike down even the strongest of trekkers, were all obstacles in my path. Seeing
as I had never climbed anything higher than the Empire State Building before my journey into the Himalayas, there were no
guarantees of success.
After conquering the "Nameless Fangs" in Goyko, receiving the Tibetan white scarf of friendship in the
Trakshindo Monastery during a yearly puja ceremony and sneaking into the fabled Kingdom of Mustang to enjoy a magical sunrise
before the police woke out of their slumber, one thing was certain. Nepal had become my favorite country of the forty-five
I had previously visited. Now the number is just about 70 and nothing has changed. Nepal is a place of magic that will touch
you through both natural and personal beauty. Walk High... Sleep Low... is a traveler's work of art, in the same tradition
of Andrew Stevenson's Annapurna Circuit and Andrew Harvey's Journey to Ladakh.
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Well, book number three is here to cover some of the more memorable events I have experienced during my
travails, a-la Michael Crichton's "Travels", although he is still juat alittle more famous than I am at the moment. Some
of the moments include diving with Great White sharks off the coast of South Africa, tracking mountain gorillas in Uganda,
crashing a Super Bowl and press conference in Miami in 1999, working the ropes at Carnaval in Salvador Bahia, ice climbing
with my favorite dog in Patagonia, trekking through the Nepali and Indian Himalayas, volunteering at Mother Theresa's Home
for the Dying in Calcutta, retracing my father's steps when he fought in central Vietnam, running the San Francisco Marathon
with the love of my life, mountain biking down the "World's Most Dangerous Road" in La Paz, swimming with pink dolphins in
the Amazon Basin, becoming an uninvited member of Club Med in Turks and Caicos, riding a Ganesh Immersion festival float in
central India, being the first to summit Kilimanjaro on a windy August morning, being deported from the once-named Czechoslovakia,
chipping away at the Berlin Wall, hanging with cool women in Mykonos and cool men at McKenna's pub in Ballyshannon, spending
some time behind bars in Surfers Paradise, singing to the moon with the children of Monkey Bay, plummeting headfirst from
the world's highest bungee jump, sandboarding down the Namib Desert, checking out a sunrise from the top of Mount Siani, being
Matt Dillon's stand-in for 'A Kiss Before Dying' and battling through a mugging on the side streets of Amsterdam.
As Mark Twain once said, "In Paris they simply stared at me when I spoke in French: I never did succeed
in making the idiots understand their own language."
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| ...Were Hunting For Our Dinner In Northern Tanzania |
My Israeli friends and I decided to go on a five-day trip to the Ngorogoro Crater, through the Serengetti Plains and
to hang out with these bushmen who hunt for their food, live sleeping in the dirt and are generally the happiest guys I've
had the pleasure of meeting in quite some time. Hanging out with them brought me back to the times I played in the sandbox
and flipped baseball cards to fill in my free time. We went hunting for wild boar, chased down some wayward cattle and I
traded in my homemade shell necklace for a poison tipped arrow. Obviously, it was not the easiest object to get through customs.
You can't win them all.
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