Panama-ah-ah-uh.

May 7, 2018

Flew into Panama City, via Houston, via Denver, starting in Reno? Why Denver to Houston? Kind of a challenge, adding what seemed to be a few extra hours. More importantly, it reignited my fear and loathing of the Denver airport. DIA is a modern miracle, but it sucks to fly into or out of. Forget about the frequent thunderstorms, snowstorms, of the fact that it is about an hour drive from Denver. Focus on the fact that an airport this huge has 1, no joke, 1, line for security. The very sight of the line fills me with dread,  and reminds me of the time I missed a flight for an interview in Idaho which would have changed the course of my life in pretty significant ways.  

Had my future employer not been paying so poorly, and therefore so desperate to get a decent candidate, my life would have been very different. I drove down to Denver, and back in the day before 9-11 and TIA and all that crap, if you were a United flyer, you just went to security. You could grab your boarding pass and go through security at the same spot. This is before you could check in while you were in line via the miracle of internet connectivity, but it was almost there. The line was always long, but you showed up at the airport, a mile north of Denver, hopped in line, and checked in at the front of the line, assuming you did carry on. Checking luggage was for tourists.

Bin Laden changed all that, and I hate him for it. I didn’t know, because without text alerts, I don’t know anything, that you had to check in at the United desk. So, cutting it close already, I get to the front of the line only to be confronted by a high school drop out demanding my boarding pass, plus my I.D. I brush him off, I’m a United frequent flyer with a United credit card, don’t you know. This lower level functionary had the temerity to insist that I go back to the United check in. The DIA terminal is layed out in a way that is thematically consistent with the way the airport is distanced form Denver, ie a long fucking way away. So I book it, more of an expedition than a jog, and in spite of frantically waving my arms and glowering, I’m forced to wait like a normal person. The gate agent condescends to me, metaphorically patting my head while explaining that OF COURSE they changed their policies, and after much tut tutting, she prints my pass.

Now I run back to the gate, more arm waving, more glowering, more ignoring of my most insistent verbal and non-verbal demands, and I’m in line at security not being able to sneak to the front, having to remove my damn, now stinky shoes, and then on down to the overly familiar trains.

The trains, the fact that they are needed, serves as a trigger that DIA needs more than one security line. Long story short, already missed that turn-off, but I missed my flight, and had to reschedule my interview for a job that I did in fact get, and moved to Idaho for. Should have known then, based on their willingness to accept that I missed my flight, that this was a fly by night outfit. However, I would never have moved to Boise, never had that whole experience, went to Burning Man, met all my great friends, met my wife. I probably would have found something in Denver, and had kids with some ultra-runner from Golden, and maybe learned how to fish. Dunno, hard to say, but I’m glad those crooks at DBSI were fine with hiring someone who would miss flights, in spite of the fact that traveling was a pretty big part of my job.

That said, I almost missed my flight to to Houston, which normally would be a totally acceptable outcome, but in this case would have sucked pretty bad.

How do you miss a connecting fight when you have two hours and no delays, in fact the Reno to Denver leg arrived early? Simple. You leave your favorite hat on the plane, insist on going back for it, jump on the wrong damn DIA train, which deposits you mercilessly OUTSIDE of security.

So, yes, DIA and that damn single line. I had plenty of time to grab my hat, jump on the tram, and get back to my gate, but NOT to go through security again, jump on the tram, and go two stops. For once, Jen was paying attention to her texts, and was busily schmoozing the gate agents so they wouldn’t leave without me. She didn’t have to pull the old fall down and fake a twisted ankle at the jet bridge entry, but it was close.

So, off to Houston, where I remembered my hat but forgot my travel pillow, and then to Tocumen, aka Panama City airport. No, seriously, I wasn’t drinking, at least not a lot. I think I had a glass of wine in Houston. Still, my head was not screwed on straight. Probably had something to do with the 5 a.m. departure from Reno.

After that, things seem to be settling down. Customs was surly as always, but efficient, with no extortion attempts made, like when  you go to Mexico and get to experience La Mordita, the little bite, and every turn. Also absent were the 500 guys pretending to be airport employees who are really time share salesmen. Our driver from the hotel Las Clementinas was waiting for us, super helpful, and didn’t try to sell us anything. Excellent. Life Pro Tip: If your sales pitch has to include pretending to be something, anything, but what you are, ie a time share salesman, then maybe your product is not being well accepted by the market. Bait and switch at that level has to be bad for the soul.

We head to Casco Viejo, the old part of the city. Not the original part, that was burned down by Captain Morgan. Yes, the Captain Morgan of shitty spiced rum fame. Image result for captain morganOne of my earliest “couple” events with my beloved Jen was a wedding in Sun Valley, where she was ordering double Captains and diets. She was kind of cross eyed. Maybe because we were staying with my friend Julie, who had a big place in Sun Valley, where not one but two of my exes were also staying. Anyway, Jen is not the only one who has suffered melt downs at the hands of Captain Morgan, just ask Panama City.

The thing about Casco Viejo is that it was the fanciest part of Panama City, or PC, as some people try to call it. Not sure if that’s a thing yet. Anyway, it was then put into the old Real Estate cycle, and all the rich people moved out, and the poor people, mostly squatters, moved in. Then, Panama, which actually has some money since it charges like a million bucks to use the canal these days, started to invest there, and now it’s kind of like a hot, sweltering Midtown, or the bowery. Hipsters, gelato, roof top bars, some really great food, and boutique hotels. It’s kind of THE place to be. Las Clemintinas is right in there. Really nice property, without being all five star and hermetically sealed about it. Our room was right on a big patio area, and the back looked out onto a pretty run down alley that had locals living in these kind of ad-hoc junk show homes, some little local restaurant that was both iffy and really popular, and one of three gourmet/hipster burger bars on the block.

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The other thing about Casco Viejo is that it is pretty easy to get lost on the narrow streets that go in all kinds of directions, and if you go a few blocks the wrong way, things get pretty favela on you pretty quick. Panama City, as far as Latin American capital’s go, is pretty nice. I’m not sure it’s any sketchier than half of Oakland before the hipsters moved in, or the neighboring junk shows that the hipsters pushed the old residents in to. Still, not the place for 51 year old white guys to be wandering around in looking for some extra toothpaste.

Which is exactly what I did. So, I’m terrible at directions. I drift off after having the first turn described, and even then I’m lucky if I make that one right. So, the super helpful desk guy tells me to go to the Rey supermarket, like a block away. I walk out, promptly go the wrong way, but hey, I’m just kind of exploring anyway, so why not. I find a really pretty bar on the shore, a few blocks down, really nice, great views of the sunset over the towers of Panama City. Walk right past the Chino (aka, convenience store run by the descendants of Chinese rail and canal workers), which had what I wanted, go up the hill, and only then do I look at google maps. Hmmm, where is el Rey? Oh, there it is. I walk a few more blocks, ignoring the fact that things are definitely getting funky, and the sun is setting (no, really, ONE cocktail, seriously), and find El Rey. Not what they described, but it’s a grocery, and they have most of what I need, so I grab it up and head on out.

Make another wrong turn, the streets are full of people, all of them locals. It’s kind of grungy, shanty town, definitely not the tourist section. I’m pretty okay with that, although I’m starting to think that I should try and not look clueless or easy pickings. Definitely not getting any closer to where I need to be. I haven’t seen a craft beer or artisanal anything in about ten minutes. Finally, I walk past a couple of cops. They look confused, and concerned. They wave me over. They are very well armed. Some confusing Spanglish ensues, they point towards my hotel, which is exactly where I thought it wasn’t, and seem really reluctant to just let me go on my way. Clearly, my bulging biceps and obvious pajama wrestling expertise is not making them concerned for the locals, but for me. They waive a police car over, and for the first time, I get in a cop car without handcuffs.

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Reading up on the neighborhood, I guess some of the people that are being pushed out by the gentrification don’t much care for the hipster coffees, Dutch wobble step dance parties, or having their homes turned into boutique burger houses. Go figure, sounds kind of like that codger from Reno who’s always yelling at me about parking.

One of the things that makes Panama so intriguing is the canal, and what that means for the country. First off, there’s definitely a big professional class in Panama City. The country doesn’t depend on tourism, or farming, or other extractive activities to run their economy. Unless of course you view the fees they charge to cut across their Isthmus extractive. I’ve heard it runs from $.87 U.S. for a guy who swam it back in the fifties, to up to $1 million, if you go through the bigger, improved, never seen a boat so big canal. Canal pilots, who run those ships through the canal, and the big lake that was created as part of the canal process, make $300k a year. Think about that in a part of the world where $300 a month is considered living large. Also, there’s all the other professionals, engineers, workmen, administrators, etc, that keep the thing running. All Panamanians. There’s a ton of money that flows through here, plus, there’s some shady tax haven stuff going on that’s been in the news, so they’ve  got international business stuff as well.

The other thing that the canal does is keep things on an even keel. 5% of all the goods shipped by boat in the world comes through the canal. That’s a lot of stuff going from the east to the west, less going the other way, especially now with our well thought out tariff policy, and stuff going mostly north/south. You want that Chinese made Walmart item, that’s a canaling. Grapes from Chile? Yep. Pretty much anything you get on the West Coast that didn’t come from the U.S., or Papua New Guinea (shrunken heads anyone?), came through the canal. So, China wants it working right. The U.S. wants it working right. Canada, well, who cares, really? What are they going to do, register a firm but polite request for someone to take a peek? Seriously, how do these guys do hockey? Anyway, the whole world has an interest, and a right to use, the canal. So, they all take a very dim view of anybody messing with it. Which is probably why Jimmy Carter, who was busy ruining America by trying to make us use centimeters, gave the canal to the Panamanians without too much hassle. I’d imagine just about everybody, from OPEC to Oslo, told him he’d better not let the canal fall into chaos. Imagine how much more expensive that IKEA desk that you can’t put together would be if it had to go by reindeer train from Sweden?

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The other thing about Panama is that it is in the tropics. Rich, sultry, green, lush, hot, fucking hot, humid, which means that my personal eco-sphere is hot and humid, and fetid, and well, stinky. It’s May, the beginning of the wet season, and Panama City is a sauna in which somebody just put too much water on the stones. For people from places that are not here, ie where I’m from, it’s really humid. I lived in Dallas for a few years too many, and it  was humid. Panama is more than humid. At least in May in Panama City.

We stay at a little boutique hipster hotel in Casco Viejo called Las Clementinas. Really nice place, we get a big room with two beds. Jen loves having two beds. It’s not that I thrash about in my sleep, snore, talk in my sleep, steals all the covers, or have night terrors. It’s that she does, and she’s sweet, and worries about how I’m doing whiles she goes through her nightly activities. So, she loves having her own bed. However, she’s sensitive to my theory that sleeping in separate beds, in spite of the obvious benefits, is bad for a marriage, and she appeases me while we’re home.

We have a big shower, two beds, a fridge, coffee maker, a little balcony overlooking the strangely popular Fonda Piri Piri, French doors onto a second story patio, which overlooks the courtyard to the restaurant. I drink Rum, or Coffee, or coffee and rum, on this area, and enjoy.

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 First day we get picked up by Ancon Adventures, and head up to the jungle town of Gambo, about half way up the Canal. We jump in a little boat which seats about twenty, like a Cadillac from a Athens Georgia party, and it’s just us, the captain, and the guide. We zoom around the national park that was created to keep anybody from getting to or living on the water ways that are part of the canal. It’s full of peacock bass, birds, crocodiles (we’ve heard), and monkeys. Love monkeys. We see three kinds, including the black kind, the kind with a white face, and the kind with white faces but red backs. Very enviro. If you want to be fancy about it, Howlers monkeys, red cowled tamarinds, and capuchins. They’re like little children. So cute when you’re out of range of their poo.

We decided to stay in the Canal area, instead of heading back, and in spite of spending a lot of time looking at an empty channel, it was worth it. We got to the locks around noon, and there’s not much there besides the locks, and a small museum about the locks. The short story is that the locks fill with water, boats go through about  half way, then the locks empty some water, and the boats go the rest of the way. It is, in fact, way cooler than that. It’s kind of a long process, but pretty damn neat. You should really google it. We watched a biggish boat go through. There is a new lock system, and we saw a boat go through from a distance. Biggest boat I’ve even seen, and I grew up near San Pedro, Port of L.A.

One of the benefits of being all sweaty and gross is that nobody wants to sit near you. Either that, or it’s kind of low season, and things are quiet. I don’t who else was staying at our small hotel, but it seemed about half full. Jen scored us a reservation at a super fancy, six table restaurant, kind of a Thomas Keller goes to Panama place, which is supposed to be three months’ lead time, and it was mostly free of drunken Brits.

Second full day we did a walking tour of our neighborhood. Hipster beer bars and a lot of early Panamanian history, pretty sweet. It always kind of amazes me how much into history Jen is. She loves this kind of thing. Undeterred by my brush with death from the night before, we head out, and this time I get most of the turns right. Casco Viejo has old battlements, hopefully better than the ones before they let a cheesy spiced rum huckster burn their town, really old churches, of course, and even a gun placement named for the nuns. Catholics. Defend the faith is taken quite literally.

It pours rain, while we hang around a place famous for having an arch that didn’t fall down, which recently fell down. Then it clears, we have lunch at a little bar with the second best ceviche I’ve had in two days, and view some art work taken from the former dictator of Panama. It’s mostly really nice post-impressionist paintings of nude women and fish, but I see a carved dog a la Joey tucked away in the back.

We survive the trip, and have a late dinner by Jens’ standards, aka the first seating, at Donde Jose. It’s eight courses of haute cuisine inspired by Panama, and it was really fucking good. Second best razor clams I’ve ever had, and I’ve had Razor clams at Clamata in Paris. Tiny little place, six tables, wonderful service, and the Jose is not afraid of smoke in his food. Total Top Chef kind of stuff, but in a very non-pretentious style. Little Panama style tortillas, but with smoked cheese. Chinese steam dim sum with pork belly. Razor clams. Very cold tuna crudo, two kinds. Chicken, three ways on the same chicken. Smoked, fried, bbq. Duck skewers a la street food. Two desserts. One a riff on cappuccino with goat cheese and croutons, and the best thing of all, a Panamanian shave ice with dried fruit. That last one was really, really amazing.

Wake up, coffee, not so much rum, maybe a little, since I have to drive, and we leave to get a rental car and head out of Panama City. Ummm, don’t drive in Panama City. Ever. It’s like driving in NYC, but you can’t read what few signs there are. Ugh. Plus, they have a really strange toll road system, where there are only two toll roads, near the airport, but if you get on them, there’s no way to pay the tolls unless you have a toll pass electronic system. I don’t know what happens if you drive on these without the toll being paid correctly. I don’t want to know.

We leave Panama City behind, after a few miscues, and start driving SouthWest, out of town. We’re heading to Valle Anton, which is a high country town about two hours away. It takes us four. We got on the right roads, pretty nice! The highways are good, the towns pretty similar to any highway small town, and we only had to bribe one policeman. To be fair, I think I was going too fast, not sure, since it’s in kilometers, but he seemed pretty sure of it. $20 later, we’re back on the road.

During this time, we find out that we have finally won the battle against t-mobile, and have unlocked the tablet we paid off two years ago. Cell phone companies have brought us amazing technology, and tied it all to the worst impulses of the human condition. We started trying to unlock the tablet weeks ago. T-mobile would claim they couldn’t find the information on our old account, sent us a helpful link telling us to use an app that wasn’t loaded on the tablet and no longer available for download, and then just stone walling. Ten calls later, they refer me to an on-line hacking company, telling me it would be free of charge. T-mobile can’t unlock a tablet they sold us, and locked themselves. Got to be honest, they’re still probably the best. Verizon let somebody steal a cell phone by hacking my Verizon account, charged me for the cell phone and the service, and then refused to refund the money because I hadn’t noticed that my auto-pay, paperless bills were incorrect. I’m currently with AT&T, who had previously disconnected my phone early when I wanted to switch, charged me to reconnect it to correct their error, and then reported me to the credit companies when I disputed the erroneous charges. Magic technology, brought to you by the biggest bunch of scum bag grifters.

So we pay somebody to hack the tablet, it doesn’t work, I pay somebody else, and now we have an unlocked tablet, running a Panamanian Sim card I bought for $3 from the Chino. That’s a store. Not a person. Plus, I’m not making a racist slur against Chinese people, who run most of the convenience stores here. I guess it’s like calling the local grocer a bodega? I hope it’s not like calling my local 7-11 an Apu. I guess that’s not okay now.

So, after slipping the officer a $20, we arrive in Valle Anton, which reminds me a lot Arenal or Monteverde. It’s in the mountains, almost 4,000 feet high, significantly cooler, and really pretty. We stay at the Golden Frog, named after a small amphibian that is pretty endangered. It sits in the extinct caldera of a huge volcano, and is green, and lush, and not sweltering. In fact, I have to wear a layer at night.

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The Inn is run by a German kid, and his Czech partner, and it’s been here a while. It’s really great. Again, totally reminds me of our place in arenal. We have a big room, pen with a patio, an amazing view of the valley. It’s got a pool, casual restaurant with great food, a pool, a bar, a table that is, in my view, a pool table, but a billiards table according to the German. It sits in a big green, jungle and lawn property. Not fancy, not catering to the super rich, just really nice. I love these kinds of places. Give me a well run family owned ten room inn over a W hotel anyday.

We get here, chill out, have dinner. Jen is super stoked, that makes me happy, we don’t do much but stare at the jungle, and I drink rum. Awesome. BTW, Jen is currently obsessed with Filet Mignon. They have it, it’s pretty damn good, I have ropa vieja, it’s really good.

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We get up in the morning, way earlier than you’d think, in fact too early for breakfast. I’m a little bummed they don’t have a coffee maker in the room! Nor a fridge, or cups or even water glasses. Hmmm, weird. They do have all that about fifty steps away, so I don’t think I’ll bitch. Even though I just did.

Breakfast is awesome, typical euro style, plus eggs and pancakes. Rather than take a pancake caused nap, we head out for a hike. Drive through town, ignore Google Maps’ suggestion I go up a dirt road (I was wrong, it was fine on the way back), find the trail. It’s got people suggesting we hire a guide, we don’t, but we pay a few bucks to the cute school girls, and I, apparently, steal a hand colored map. Jen says the girl who was coloring them by hand in pencil expected money. I just grabbed and went. Typical. #whiteprivelege #modernconquistador. Douche.

The hike is pretty standard jungle hike, maybe not so hot, no roaches or land crabs. Steep AF, lots of tree roots, really beautiful stream and some middling waterfalls. It reminds me of Hawaii. Or Costa Rica. Not surprising, but a good thing.

The top is something else. I have told the story before of Jens’ lack of fear in the face of heights, and my abundance of reasonable caution. When faced with falling to my death, I feel like I’m being prudent. We climb up to the top of the sleeping Indian woman, at the rim of an extinct volcano, and peer over the edge. It is truly a freaking knifes’ edge. About 100 feet down in the jungle. Just sheer rock, not oven those steep slopes Hollywood types are always sliding down into a river. Wowser. Amazing. We can see a big beach resort, I think Playa Coronado, off in the distance. The other side is Panama countryside. Gorgeous. Sweaty, but not that bad, about an hour up, but we see clouds rolling in, and it’s time to turn around. I give the nice young girl a dollar, thank her for the map, and we find our car, unmolested, and head back to town, with Google still trying to send us down dirt roads.

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We stop, accidentally, at another tourist location. This one is zip lining, which we skipped. Been there, done that, this one seemed kind of small compared to the Costa Rica one we did so long ago.

Cool little waterfall, called El Macho. They charged us $5 each to walk on an elevated walkway and to see their kind of disappointing waterfall. Jen makes the point that we’ve seen a lot of fabulous waterfalls for free, and so maybe this one just evens up the cosmic tab a bit. I’m unconvinced, but hey, it’s $10, and I’m kind of a cheap bastard, but not that cheap.

This time we accept Googles idea of driving down the dirt road, and it’s not too bad, and it is much quicker, and we’re back at the Golden Frog for the afternoon deluge. Lunch at our inn, since it’s now raining so hard that you couldn’t really drive in it, plus the food here is awesome, so why not.

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Golden Frog was awesome, and cool, and peaceful, but Valle Anton not really a candidate for the ex-pat life. Maybe a second home if money was no object. Bryan and Janet could have a beach house, and we’ll have a mountain house, and go back and forth. No surf, no diving, no jiu jitsu, it kind of doesn’t make it on the list.

So we head to Playa Venado. Baby brother Eric was right. I knew he was when he said, but this time he was more right than usual. I can totally admit this since it’s unlikely he’ll read this far.  

Anyway, this time, as is often the case, he was correct. Google Maps, which works better here than I was led to believe, says it’s going to take four hours to get from Valle to our little beach at Playa Venada. Eric says add 25%. Right on the money. Six hours. Part of the problem is that Google doesn’t account for speed traps, of which there are many, dogs lying in the street, which are even more numerous, or having to pull over and breathe deeply to calm yourself when the local busses pass you on blind corners.

This not Andean Bus Plunge territory. The busses are numerous, new, clean, white. They don’t drive insanely fast. The real issue is that I have no idea what the speed limit is. I was going 100 kph when I got pulled over. That’s about 50 mph. That’s a rare speed limit. More often the highway is 80 kph. Through the cities or highway towns, it slows to 60. This is actually fairly clear.

The problem is that when you’re on the smaller roads, there are little towns, and the speed limit is rarely mentioned. You’ll see reducidar su velocidad, or something like that. But to what? And, unlike on the bigger highways, you never see resumar su velocidad. So, I’ve slowed down for the kids and the horses and the dogs, but to what? And for how long? Then there’s the construction. Part of the road is clearly new, easy sailing. But there’s signs that say the road is under construction, or broken, slow down. To 20. 20 kph. Less than 10 mph. The road is good, why go at a crawl, but is it a $20 trap? Don’t know. I err on the side of caution, and it takes me almost 8 hours.

We finally get there, and much like our trip to Costa Rica in the early rainy season, there’s nobody around. Villa Marina, which doesn’t have any kind of a Marina, is really pretty. Cabanas, with a central rock lined pool, steps to the water. The beach is a huge, grey sand crescent, with big rocky islands on the edges. We’re at the far end of the beach, and there’s no other camps or resorts until about ¼ mile. You walk down the beach, past jungle and sand, to where the hippie/surfer/yoga spots are. There’s a fair bit of construction going on with at least one larger resort going in, but it’s quiet. The surfers are in larger numbers, hanging out, living the dream. Later at night, they are a lot more active, partying, but where we’re at, it’s just us and a couple of Panamanians out for the weekend.

To get here you drive through a lot of small towns, some bigger towns, and the ex-pat favorite of Pedasi. Pedasi is pretty cute, you could see it being pretty buzzy during high season. It sits a little inland, but there’s a beach, and a local fisherman bar, about five minutes down the road. There’s even an ex-pat bar, with a bunch of Americans in the forties to sixties hanging around nursing tequila hangovers. I’ve been told that many of the ex-pats just hang out here, pretty isolated from the Panamanians. I could kind of see it, since not only is there the language and culture, but this is more of a farming area, and the people are farmers. There seems to be a pretty vibrant middle class in Panama, with people driving newer cars, going on weekend beach trips from the city, everyone on cell phones, but Pedasi isn’t where they go. Lots of beach resorts closer to Panama City, but the beaches here aren’t the swim and get drunk listening to loud music kind. Funny note for later, dark skinned Hispanic people still need to use sunscreen. Saw some sunburned Panamanians later on in the trip. Good to know.

The beach is quiet and safe, very shallow, and I hear the waves can be good. Not much swell while we’re hear, but enough for the new surfers to be out trying to catch the beach break, which is long and slow. I’m tempted, but I planned poorly, and we don’t really have enough time. We arrive late, and we have a dive scheduled in the morning.

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The dive setup is kind of fun. We meet Kerri, who turns out to be a divorcee from Dallas, at the local gas station. We drive down to the beach in Pedasi, and load into a small panga from the beach. 15 minutes later, we’re at Isla Iguanas, a beautiful little island that was used for target practice by the US navy in WWII. They still find unexploded bombs here occasionally, and Kerri says it really messes up the dive business when they have to cordon off the island. The first dive is okay. Lots of life, but the reef is mostly rock and trashed coral. Locals used to come here and drop anchors in the coral, plus bleaching and other eco issues, and the reef is pretty broken up.

Second dive is much better. We dive off some big mushroom coral heads, and we see turtles, and sharks. Moray eels, which are one of my favorites, are so plentiful you start ignoring them. They used to fill me with terror. Snorkeling as a kid, plus watching The Deep, in which a huge moray bites the villains head, left with me with an unwarranted fear of these big dummies. Now I love them. The dive ends tragically as Jen can’t find her favorite shoes, which somehow got lost between the beach and the boat. Go figure. She buys a pair of croc knock-offs, which are even for crocs, horrible, at the local Chino. Later on she tries vainly to give them away. Nobody, not even shoeless street vagrants, will take them. They may be poor, but they have their dignity.

Back to Venao, and I met John, a transplant from New Jersey, via Colorado, who runs a surf/jiu jitsu camp. Jen, for some reason, decides not to join me for drinking and talking about Jiu Jitsu. Weird. I get some good info on moving down, on this spot, and it goes on my list for places to really think about. He’s got a good connection to a Panamanian businessman who owns the camp, and is looking to develop the resort more, while wanting to keep it low key. Surfing, diving, chilling, jiu jitsu. Works for me. We make a play date for the next morning.

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I show up the next morning, and he’s got a sweet setup. Good size space on thick tatami mats, no puzzle junk, and we play. He’s smaller, about 150 lbs I guess, and very flowy. Tricky. Good. His wife is a purple belt, about 5’ on a good day, and tough. Like me, she plays a big persons’ game in a smaller package. I love it. She and I go a bit harder, but keeping it fun. I try to footlock her. I don’t know how. Great time, really welcoming, and it gave me a good feel for the slow down life.

After that, I have to wring about ten pounds of disgusting man-juice out of my gi, and try to hang it to dry, which is unlikely to work. Pack it up, and head out onto another Panamanian guessing game, aka, how fast do I go? The Eric rule of 25% holds, and six hours later, we’re at Santa Catalina.

This town has a very bohemian/surfer/crack shack vibe. There are way more euro/American surfers and divers, hanging around town, living in hostels. Don’t see any white sand beaches, places to lay around, no sun bathers. This is a tough, big surf break, and the jump off to Isla Coiba, the hot spot for diving in Panama.

The Island used to be a penal colony. When Noriega got booted by Bush and his political prisoners got set free, Coiba became a nature preserve. The locals stay away, partly because it’s the law, partly because the island has a bad juju sort of reputation. Because of this, and no building allowed on it, it’s truly amazing. No fishing either, and we see tons of stuff, including a giant jack or tuna, sharks, rays, eels, again with the eels. Also, I think I saw two octopi. It’s hard to say, since they camouflage so well.

The things are simply amazing, btw. Thank god they don’t live long, or we’d all be working for them. Also, I don’t get how they end up on menus. If you see a Pulpo, it’s usually a big deal. I have no idea where there might be enough of them in an area for them to commercially available. One of the things I do while diving is try to guess whether I can eat the animals I see. Also, whether they can eat me. Speaking of which, I saw a ten pound lobster. I’m not sure I would win that fight.

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Jen skipped the dive, having poked a hole in her dry suit, which renders it un-dry, and having trouble clearing her ears. Although I won’t know about it for another ten days, this is when she decides that dry suit diving is not for her. Since she’s flooded, gotten squeeze rash, had uncontrolled ascent, and some other dry suit b.s., this is a good choice. Dry suit diving requires a certain level of nerding out that she just doesn’t have in her. Thank god.

We stay at a cool little compound in a double bungalow, run by a Panamanian Chef and his Swiss wife, and they’ve got kitties and puppies and little kids, and Jen makes friends with them all. They’ve also got a ton of bugs, many of which get into our room while we’re loading in, and Jen does not make friends with them. In fact, she goes to war, and hundreds die. She can be ruthless, especially to June bugs and flying ants.

It’s gorgeous here, although there isn’t much a beach, and although I dig it, it’s off the list. Too remote, the surfing is too high level, there’s no Jiu Jitsu.

It’s time to turn around, realizing that we really don’t have enough time to do it right. This trip had a very specific purpose, to do a quick reconnoiter trip, more so than a vacation really. I also realize that my refusal to pay an $80 drop off fee is biting me in the butt. I definitely wanted to stop in at some of the beach resorts nearer to Panama City on the way back, and that’s what we’re doing, but now that I understand the lay of the land a bit more, I’m less enthused. I’ve also figured out that flying from David to Panama City would have been really smart. We’re skipping the whole northern part of the country, including Boquette, and the whole Caribbean side which is supposed to be awesome.

 A big part of the plan was to be within driving distance of the International Airport, and to be honest, Santa Catalina is too far, and Playa Venado is almost. Once the construction over there is done, and I’m more comfortable with speeding and not getting pulled over, it’s within range. However, direct flights from Denver with a quick connector to the airport in David makes more sense. I kind of wish we’d gone up that way, and maybe will. Another time.

Heading back down, you really notice how much is going on. We stay in a B&B run by a friendly gay Argentinian guy, a few doors down from where General Noriega had a place. He tells a funny story about how Noriega got deposed by the Bush army, somebody pilfered a hat rack, and gave it to him. He later became friendly with one of the Generals’ daughters, who came by for a visit. Kind of a low-level bird cage farce ensues, with he and his partner trying to hide the hat rack, or disguise it, so the Noriega daughter wouldn’t notice. I imagine Nathan Lane throwing capes over the thing. It probably wasn’t that good.

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This is a resort area that caters mostly to Panamas’ wealthy and wealthy adjacent. The guide books describe high-rise hotels and condos, of which there are many, and a quaint fishing village that’s left over from the by-gone days, a pastoral scene of the old ways. The thing is filled with friendly people, but it’s a dump. Open air shacks, communal tables made of washed up trash, no power, no water. Not exactly quaint. I’m not really big into giant beach developments, but if that’s progress, well, good for them.  Not that I’m against more traditional ways of life, but when the tourism board passes off poverty for quaint, I kind of think that’s wrong.

I’ve been working on this off and on for a month now, and to be honest, if you’ve made it this far, I thank you, but I also get that I’m running out of steam, so let’s just say this. Do not drive in Panama City. It’s like New York, but on steroids. It’s a big, bustling city, and the drivers are not crazy. The traffic and the street layouts are. It’s kind of like the way I describe learning to drive in Los Angeles, which is where, I did in fact, learn to drive. You do things there that are dangerous, that would make most people cower in terror. You do things that maybe you’re not proud of, and there are unspoken rules which must be followed, or the  whole thing breaks down.

In Panama, street merging has nothing to do with the lights, the legal niceties. If you don’t careen into oncoming traffic, cutting off cross traffic and forcing them to slow in a way you would never do here, well, you’re doing it wrong. Doubt that? Well, I started to pull out, lost my nerve, and for the first time in my entire trip, was yelled and honked at.

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In spite of that, and after doing about ten laps, we got to the place to drop off the car, and that went way easier than I thought. I was worried about the horror stories about Panamanian, as well as other countries, rental cars. We had some small issues with the air dam since we ended up doing a river crossing, but I fixed it with a bobby pin. Honestly, I don’t think I was the first one to make an on the road repair to this particular item. We grab a cab, after negotiating a $12 fee to the airport.

Traffic is, well, Panamanian. It takes over an hour to get to the airport, Heavy traffic, construction, crazy drivers. It’s pouring, and I mean pouring, rain most of the time. When we get to our airport hotel, which is like a little slice of generic Americana, might as well be the embassy, I give the driver $20. Hazard pay, and doing the drive myself would have taken off ten years from my life. I couldn’t justify being tight fisted with the guy, so I overpaid him.

I don’t know if the screwing we experienced at the airport is worth a story. I’ll just say that I’ve never boarded, and then had to deplane, until this one. I’ve never had a flight straight up cancelled until this one. I’ve never had to go through immigration twice, get my bags back through BOTH sides of a foreign countries border control until this one. I’ve never spent nearly 12 hours in an airport with no idea of when or how we were getting back, buying internet access in 90 minute increments. You get the story. An early flight and a late arrival stretched out over two days, and we ended up flying out of Los Angeles the next morning. At least the hotel we didn’t want to stay in was nice.

First entry

Hello hello to the wonderful world of BJJ Globetrotters!
So I feel an introduction is needed. My name is Graeme and I am a white belt from Ireland. I have been training BJJ for over a year. I started in Checkmat Wimbledon but have managed to hit 30+ academies across Europe and North America since I started. 
For the last 15 years I have lived in the deep south of the USA, Ireland and the UK. I am now on a trip around the world starting in London, passing through North America, hitting up Australasia and finally settling in Melbourne. This blog will be a bit of a chronicle of my adventures and, hopefully, will provide some level of light reading and entertainment for you wonderful people!
 
So I have been away from my flat in London for a total of 3 months now. I will endeavour to cover the time between then and now in the coming blogs and then moving forward will keep everyone updated as I go. 
This entry will likely be quite a sad one. I began writing it on the plane ride back to Canada from the BJJ Globetrotters USA Camp in Maine and will finish it as I pass through Toronto and on to Calgary in the next day or so. 
To say that it was one of the most life changing events I have encountered would be an understatement. 
 
To begin, while I was planning my 9 month trip across the globe I found the USA Camp online. It seemed a little far fetched to think that I would be able to make it but after a few vodkas and a curry it suddenly became a reality. Thanks in part to my long suffering, recently JiuJitsu-widowed girlfriend, Sarah as she encouraged me to go. I will never be sure what her grand plans of Toronto freedom were for this 5 day period but I have to say that I am glad she gave me the kick in the backside to book it. 
 
I was sent the link for the FB group and then we started the carpool plans with fellow campers. 
Ivan, Shawna, David and Justin were all great to meet and incredibly friendly. Team Extreme hit the road to Camp Manitou in our Dodge Caravan and managed to drop ALL of the kids off at soccer practice. 
The camp itself was excellent. I was genuinely expecting the child sized beds and urine smell that Christian described from the first ever USA camp but was sorely disappointed by awesome cabins, friendly staff, great food and, above all else, a ridiculously friendly group of guys and girls who all had the same objective for the week. (to choke me out it seems) :)
 
The training and instruction was great. I benefitted from the workshops in the theatre almost as much as the several hours of rolling each day. 
Having never met him before, the opportunity to join Christian on his holiday was one that I wouldn’t have ever expected to be as amazing as it was but here I am sitting in Calgary with the Post Camp Blues. I will definitely be making every effort to make it to a couple of camps next year. 
 
That is all for this entry so I will bid you all a fond farewell. I am off to try find a bear to armbar in the Canadian wilderness. 
 
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Blog 1

For 9 months now I’ve been travelling full time around North America in an RV with my girlfriend, exploring the continent while training Jiu Jitsu along the way. Travelling for this long, in this way, comes with a lot of unique experiences and challenges. So many that blogging about the entire journey we’ve had up until this point seems daunting. Fortunately we are not done travelling. This is now a sustainable lifestyle for us that has no end date in sight for the time being. I’ll be continuing to travel and train all over the continent and hopefully keep this blog updated regularly, so long as I have an internet signal within reach.

Ryan Mountain 5457 ft., Joshua Tree National Park, California. No internet signal.

We began traveling in Southern Ontario (where we are from) and made our way down through the United States. Although the plan was to make our way South at a comfortable pace, the cold weather approached faster than we had expected. This forced us to head South sooner than expected. Although we did have to rush passed some things we wanted to do, I was able to find multiple gyms to train at along the way.

Clifford Fonseca, Owner and Head Instructor, Jiu Jitsu Nation. First gym I was able to stop at in Tennessee.

We arrived on the northwest side of Florida and stayed here a few days after discovering what is now the most beautiful beach I’ve ever been to — Grayton. It’s in a small village located in the Panhandle which means beautiful clear water and vibrant white sand. Had there been a gym in the area that I could train at, it basically would’ve been impossible to leave.

Grayton Beach, Florida

Grayton Beach, Florida

We continued travelling along the southern US border — Texas, Arizona, Nevada etc. The desert was amazing. Not as I’d expected. It was not flat, sandy stretches out to the horizon, with tumbleweeds blowing in the wind. It was mountainous landscape with constantly varying degrees elevation. Cacti and ancient historic sites with all kinds of interesting things to see. We stayed quite a while in Arizona. Aside from me finding a gym that I absolutely loved, there was so much to do. Although the local people made me well aware of the torturous heat here in the summer, I could definitely imagine myself living here in the winter.

Josh Rodriguez, Black Belt Instructor, Gustavo Dantas JiuJitsu Academy, Tempe Arizona

Hiking through Saguaro National Park, Arizona

We then made our way back up the West Coast — California, Oregon, Washington — all the way to British Columbia, Canada. We also spent some significant time in California. Needless to say, fantastic Jiu Jitsu training and one million and one things to do and see — Balboa Park, San Diego Art Museum, Santa Monica Pier, Seal Beach, La Jolla and the Pans BJJ tourney to name a few. We continued to slowly make our way North, back across the border to Canada. We then of course traveled from British Columbia across the prairie provinces back to Ontario.

Joao Paulo Faria, Owner and Head Instructor at Alliance Jiu Jitsu San Diego, California

Travelling along the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH)

This route took us about 8 months to complete. We stayed in any given location for a couple of days or a couple of weeks, depending on weather, things to do, and training in the area. I don’t usually have a set time I’d like to spend at a gym. If I happened to find a gym I enjoyed training at, I would spend a couple of weeks there. If there happened to be all sorts of things to do and see in an area, we would spend as much time there as we’d like.

Lone Tree BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land outside Lake Havasu, Arizona

The Venetian, Las Vegas Nevada. We spent both Christmas and New Years in Las Vegas.

So 15 States, 5 provinces and about 10–12 gyms later and we’re now back home in Ontario. We will be visiting friends and family we’ve missed over the past few months and taking care of some things that couldn’t be done in the United States at the time. We are still living in our RV as we bounce around between seeing everyone and I will be training the whole time in different gyms as we continue to explore new places.

Lake Louise, Banff Alberta. Stopped here on the way home.

Narcisse, Manitoba. Still working on my nighttime photography. Didn’t think I had time to get the tripod out..I had an hour lol

When the cold seasons return, we will head out again and continue to follow the warm weather to travel, train and explore. I’m going to continue to update this blog regularly, even now, since we see so many cool places and meet so many interesting people, it would be a shame to not share these experiences with others.

Visiting the Sutra Baths overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, California

Making the decision to live out of an RV and travel full time was very difficult for me. I enjoy structure and routine, which is the complete opposite of this lifestyle. However, once this option started to become a real possibility for us, I knew that throwing myself so far outside of my comfort zone would likely lead to some valuable personal growth and life experience. So far so good.

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Wire Jiu-jitsu (Jamsil, Seoul, Korea)

Seoul, Korea — After Japan, I returned to my home country, South Korea. I was born and raised in Seoul until I moved to the United States in 2007. I was thrilled to be back in Seoul since I had not been back to Korea for ten years. In Seoul, I was staying in Gangnam, the neighborhood that inspired the song “Gangnam Style.” There I found my new training ground, Wire Jiu-Jitsu.

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City
Seoul is the capital city of Republic of Korea. The city is a modernized metropolis where high-tech modern skyscrapers meets K-pop culture and historical tourist attractions. It is also home to about half of the country’s population. You will never find it monotonous to be in Seoul as the city is full of various tourist attractions.

Overview
Wire Jiu-Jitsu in Jamsil is the headquarters for the Wire Jiu-Jitsu affiliates. The academy is mainly focused on Gi Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, but they frequently host an open mat for No-gi. The academy is home to high profile Jiu-Jitsu competitors in Korea who regularly place in Asian BJJ Championships.

Classes are led by Professor Yongwon Choi who is a black belt under Paragon Jiu-Jitsu Academy’s Ricardo Franjinha Miller. He traveled to Los Angeles to train Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu after his military service in South Korea. Another main coach for Wire Jiu-Jitsu is Minho Yoon, a brown belt under Professor Choi.

Since Korean is my first language, I didn’t run into any language barriers at Wire, and I noticed that the non-Korean speaking students were able to communicate well with one another in English. While training in Seoul, I trained with a few BJJ Globetrotters visiting from abroad, and it was clear that Wire Jiu-Jitsu worked to create a welcoming atmosphere to visitors.

Besides regular daily Jiu-Jitsu classes, Wire Jiu-Jitsu offers competition classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 2pm to 4pm. The class consists of 10 rounds of 8 minute rolling and 2 minute breaks in between. The intensity of rolling sessions resembles the intensity of a competition environment.

These classes were initially designed to train Jiu-Jitsu coaches under Wire Jiu-Jitsu or non-affiliated academies; a coach might take these classes to prepare before teaching at their own schools. However, I find these classes extremely beneficial to my training.

Location
Wire Jiu-Jitsu is located in Jamsil, Seoul, Korea. As Seoul is a massive metropolis, it could be a long journey to the gym depending on your location. Because the public transportation in Seoul is well connected, you can easily access the gym via subway. Two subway stations, Sports Complex and Jamsilsaenae station on Subway Line 2 are closest to the gym. (Google Map: Link)

Facility
Wire Jiu-Jitsu has an open mat space with a shower and a locker room. Unfortunately, there is no separate woman’s locker room, but the locker space is shared. Since the academy focuses solely on Jiu Jitsu, the academy does not have any other fitness equipment.

Schedule
Wire Jiu-Jitsu’s most recent schedule is posted below:

  • Morning classes: Tuesday & Thursday 11:30–12:30
  • Evening classes: Monday — Friday 20:00–21:00 / 21:00–22:30
  • Competition Classes: Monday & Wednesday & Friday 14:00–16:00(Free)

Visitor Fee
The drop-in fee is ₩30,000 (~$28 USD) per class. 
<<Exchange Rate: 1,000 won =~$9.2 USD as of May 17th, 2018>>
However, competition classes are free and open to all affiliations.

Tourist Attractions

  • Gyeongbokgung Palace — The palace built in 1395 served as the home for Kings of the Joseon Dynasty. It is one of my favorite tourist attractions to visit in Seoul for its beautiful scenery. You can rent traditional Korean attires (Hanbok) around the surrounding area which will waive your entrance fee.
  • N Seoul Tower — Located on Namsan Mountain in central Seoul, the tower itself marks the second highest point in Seoul. You can either ride a cable car or hike up the mountain. The view looking down Seoul from the tower is simply remarkable.
  • Myeong-dong — The district is famous for its shopping and eating packed with high-end brands and department stores. Also, you could easily locate various restaurants that suits your taste ranging from Korean dishes to international cuisines.
  • Lotte World — Located in the heart of Seoul, Lotte World is a large indoor and outdoor amusement park. The theme park is filled with exciting rides, an ice rink and parades. Foreigners can get special discount tickets for the amusement park.
  • Banpo Bridge — The bridge is locate on Han River, and every evening the bridge creates a spectacular show with water, music and light. Grab yourself Korean fried chicken and beer and go near the bridge to enjoy the night in Seoul.
  • Nightlife — Hongdae / Itaewon — Both areas are packed with clubs and venues that are open all night. Brace yourselves before going out in these areas!

Hyperlinks
Google Maps
Website

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Yangon Myanmar (Burma)

Greetings from Yangon, Myanmar! (17-23 Sept 2017)

As I detailed in the last post my traveling experience to get from Albania to Myanmar through the United Arab Emirates was long, ill fated and left me completely drained and exhausted after the back to back overnight flights to get to Yangon. By the time I had landed all I wanted to do was find an ATM, pick up some water as I was feeling greatly dehydrated from the flights and get my ass to the hostel to rest. The problem with the Yangon airport and the transit options from there is that there’s all sorts of ‘taxi drivers’ hanging out at the airport pestering anyone who walks through the arrivals door while the bus stop is a few blocks away. This creates quite the tourist trap for paying for overpriced taxi’s that’s really hard to get through to the cheap taxis or buses. One ‘taxi driver’ followed me asking me if I needed a ride and telling me to come to his car, over and over. I told him ‘No’ many times and even stopped in the overpriced cafe for some food and to use the shitty airport WiFi. After being there for some time I was sure the taxi driver had left or found a new victim, no luck. As soon as I stepped foot outside the cafe area he appeared begging and trying to coax me to his car again.

Flying into Yangon.

I wandered around, taking my time in the overpriced airport convenience store to pick up some bottled water and hope he maybe listened to me saying No for the 50th time. No avail, he just waited. I had read that grabbing a taxi down the street would be cheaper or that the bus into town was really cheap but once I stepped outside and felt to the heat and humidity I couldn’t stand searching for a cheap taxi or taking a 90 minute sweltering hot and crowded bus to the city. I was worn out and done with fighting. I needed to rest more than I needed to save $10. I caved in and followed the beggar to his car. It had AC and was clean, so it at least enjoyable, although he tried several times to get me to go see some sights for employ him as my driver for my stay. Hard to tell if the AC was worth it. All in all it only cost me about $20 which is a fraction of what it would have costed back home or anywhere in Europe, but it’s also about twice the price it costed me to take a city taxi back to the airport when I left.

After waking up from the first day nap I took an evening stroll around town.

19th st, where everyone goes to eat. Very cheap too.

Sole Pagoda at night.

I arrived at the hostel and after checking in and being shown around the place I immediately crawled into my cubical, downed a bunch of water and passed out for the afternoon. I didn’t mean to sleep for over 4 hours, I remember wanting to lay down and try using to hostel’s shitty internet but it happened and I woke up at 10pm wondering what happened to the day. It messed up my internal clock for a few days afterwards where I never woke up before noon and never fell asleep until after 3am. Yangon was too hot for me during the day so I wouldn’t be exploring until the later afternoon or evening anyways. Resting, re-hydrating and acclimatizing was best until I found my bearings and was able to go to the gym again.

The Sights

Yangon has its downfalls, it’s a dirty city with shitty internet and its share of bugs everywhere, but that’s most south Asian cities. It’s something you get used to after a while. The redeeming qualities far outweigh the downfalls. Throughout my exploring I saw a city that just seemed like it couldn’t maintain it’s past economic boom and judging from how busy the city and the sprawling harbour that borders it was Yangon is probably hitting another economic growth.

The Secretariat Office, under some heavy renovations.

The train tracks going through town don't look like they're used often.

Independence Monument in Maha Bandula Park.

There was a protest in the park, I think about the actions in northern Myanmar.

The temples, pagodas, that are throughout the city are quite beautiful, especially the main temple grounds Shwedagon Pagoda. I spent a day walking the grounds looking at all the statues and prayer temples to their gods. The giant Bodhi trees were magnificent to be in the presence of and the overall spiritual sense of peace I felt while walking the grounds was intense. I seemed to also be on display while walking the grounds or just on my everyday exploring. I was stopped by a few people at Shwedagon Pagoda to take a picture with, including a group of kids who ran across the street to meet me when I left the place. Apparently my tattoos and red beard seemed to be quite the hit with the locals.

In the mall that the gym is in there was a ramen shop, Monster Ramen, and it had a ‘Monster Ramen Challenge’ that is a giant bowl of ramen. Basically it consists of enough noodles for 5 bowls and enough toppings for 3 bowls and the challenge is to eat it all within 20 minutes and you get it for free (not actually for free, you pay then when you eat it all you get a gift certificate for that amount). The trick is that the broth is boiling hot so trying to eat it all fast will just burn your mouth and tongue. I accepted the challenge and made fast work of the eggs, pork and sprouts, the noodles and boiling hot broth was a bit harder. I had to use the spoon and chopsticks so that I could pull the noodles out of the broth and let them hang to cool while eating previously grabbed noodles. Like a conveyor belt of ramen from the bowl to my mouth. I still brunt my lips and tongue and even the roof of my mouth but I finished the bowl in 17 minutes. I was sweating profusely from dealing with all that boiling hot broth and they gave me some iced tea after my triumph to cool me down. A picture with the winning certificate and empty bowl was taken and put up on their wall. I hope one day a friend ends up there and sends me a picture of my ginger face on that wall of local winners. No longer feeling like eating ramen during this visit I gave the the certificate to the gym.

As always you can see more of my pictures over on my Flickr account.

Transcend Fitness – BJJ Myanmar

I first started talking to the BJJ Globetrotter contact for Yangon, Tammi, months before heading to Myanmar. I knew nothing of the area and was curious to see about maybe traveling and seeing more of it than just the one city. Also I was trying to figure out how I would spend my holidays at the time and had the idea of staying there longer and perhaps working temporarily at a hostel. I later made different plans but Tammi was very helpful on filling me in about the area and connecting me with the gym, unfortunately she wasn’t around during my visit and we never got to meet. I talked to BJJ Myanmar before showing up to find out the schedule and once I was rested and feeling up for training I made my way over to finally meet them. The gym was only a 10 minute walk from where I was staying, on the top floor in the Yangon Junction Mawtin Mall, about the only modern building in the city center. It was a bit awkward to get to at first because the stairs and main elevator don’t go up to the top floor. I walked around and searched for the entire top floor, and even went back the the main floor and entrance to look for a floor map, before finally finding another elevator hidden in a back corner.

Once I found my way to the gym I introduced myself at the front desk and the owner Joey, a very friendly and welcoming guy who is also quite built and intimidating to watch kick the pads. The gym itself is small and completely open to the rest for the mall floor for all to watch, separated from the concourse of the floor only by a fence. The wall across from the fence is done up in a big street art style mural of the gym name ‘Transcend Fitness’ with the area in between a matted floor and where the BJJ class is usually held. Off to the right was the front desk and behind it a lower floor area with a heavy bag where the Muay Thai kickboxing was held. The change rooms were off from the gym, across from the outdoor pool and spa also on the top floor but not apart of the gym. Once I changed I headed to the BJJ area and started stretching out before class.

Joey runs the kickboxing classes but a purple belt from Australia was teaching the BJJ classes when I was there. Other than the instructor everyone else was a white belt at the time. I believe there has been some belt gradings since I visited, I know that a few of them, like Joey, were well deserving of a blue belt back then. The students were all happy to have a visitor to train with and even learn from as they asked me all sorts of questions before and after class. We went over a cool entry into a single leg takedown using the gi and lapel for control and guard pass sequence for class and worked on adding to it the next day. It was fun stuff with a few details I really enjoyed adding to my set. Single legs aren’t my thing, I’ve never been good at them, of course I’ve also never drilled them continuously until they worked, but the details of the angle the purple belt used to attack the leg and the grip controls he used for the technique make it seem much more easier for me.

One day I was asked to fill in and teach, with some asking for some no gi techniques. With the recent series in mind I decided to expand on it as a “what if?” class to work other options if you lose the grips to control your opponent. This way with a simple option we could work using both gi or no gi. I brought back the low single leg takedown Kamen showed me in Bulgaria and added that as the second option for shooting in for the single but losing the grips in the process. They all seemed to love it which I was happy for as I was really working out my own ideas of what I could do for my own game while teaching them the sequence. I also taught my guard break and passing series I had been working and showing all through this Odyssey, it’s a staple for me in my game so fine tuning it any time I can is a bonus and teaching it goes over great lower belts learning the basics. The higher belts like seeing it to try and pick it apart and break my pressure game down as well since I seem to be a good candidate to work on defending against a top pressure game.

The Death Match

The gym was awesome to train with and I had a great time there, I felt very welcome and would love to visit them again sometime. I did however have an usual situation during one of the classes. I was training with one of the white belts during class and he seemed like a nice shy individual who was very open to getting help during our time drilling techniques together. In fact he was really good at taking the notes that both the purple belt and myself were giving him to fix any problems with drilling the techniques and correcting it. Then came time to roll. Once we bumped fists he became a whole other person, overly aggressive, doing anything to attack while not willing to tap himself. He came at me like a bat out of hell but quite quickly ended up in my guard on the receiving end of a cross collar choke. There was no way out but he refused and fought it with all his might, choking and sputtering, eyes going red and glossed over as he used all the strength to fight the choke and try and tear my grips off. I just sat there holding the grips and told him “Just tap, there’s no problem with tapping and resetting. It’s not worth going out for” but he persisted. I was stuck with the decision to teach him a hard lesson by putting him to sleep or letting it go. Not wanting my first time putting a training partner to sleep to be in a gym I’m visiting, and on the first night too. I let go.

I stopped the match and gave the white belt a lecture about how unnecessary and dangerous it is to have a ‘fight to the death’ mentality and not wanting to tap at his early stage in his Jiu-Jitsu journey. I’m all for training hard at times for a number of reasons, like preparing for competition or wanting to get a good workout, be the hammer that night, or for work situations but this type of training of just going all out fighting everything until you’re either broken or put out is going to get him or his partners hurt and likely end their Jiu-Jitsu journey early. The key about it all is at this young stage 99% of the people rolling like this really do not mean to or understand what it is they’re doing or what situation they were in. It takes a lot for some people to finally see that, for me it was realizing that if I trained with less energy to work on technique instead always focused on ‘winning’ that, although I would tap and ‘lose’ more I wouldn’t end up hurt as much and be able to train more. Then along the way you realize that tapping is part of training and there’s no winning or losing, just learning. I made him sit there and think about it for the rest of the round to have it sink in. I’m sure there’s lots of people out there that think it’s Ok to roll like this kid was because they “always train like you fight and always fight to win” or think I should have put him to sleep and moved on and let him learn on his own. To each their own but in my opinion at his stage of learning the basics of Jiu-Jitsu, unless he’s getting ready for a competition, he should be solely focusing on defending and using less power to get out of the spastic white belt style we all started at. This, luckily has been the only time I’ve had such a situation and hopefully the student has learned from it and will change before getting hurt or hurting another student.   

Even with the death match I had a great time training at BJJ Myanmar and making new friends (the guy was a really friendly, good natured person who had no hard feelings and I was bound to have this event happen at some point in the Odyssey). I also enjoyed exploring the city and I hear going north into Myanmar more is really beautiful, maybe I’ll return for a visit to travel around more to really explore the country next time. In fact, without giving away my future posts I really loved this area of the world and would gladly return to explore more of it. Maybe with friends next time. Maybe I should look into creating a group of BJJ South East Asian Jungle Globetrotters where we hike all over the area and set up impromptu classes in the forests and on mountains. Whatever the future holds I look forward to seeing how BJJ Myanmar progresses. Thanks Joey and the gang for all the good times!

I was off to my next stop, one I had been really looking forward to since the start: Fight Street in Phuket Thailand! Spoiler warning: It’s a combat athletes’ vacation spot paradise! But that’s another story.

Until next time,

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From Lombardia to Piemont

Hey BJJ Globetrotters

My name is Christian and I’m doing a trip with my vespa through Italy, training and eating were my main goals, now my goal changed to “not get more injured than I am now”. So I left home like this:

And this is basically how I’m driving through the country my father is from! I have a tent with a mat to sleep on (that is more comfortable than I thought) and a 80 L backpack with a 28 L Daybag. And 3 Gi’s!

The first drive was from Switzerland to Ticino, the italian Part of Switzerland, where I slept the first night at a friends place. Then I drove to another 2 Hours to Lecco, my first stop. One of the most famous italian romances “I Promessi Sposi” plays there and many tourist will say about Lecco: “Wow, so beautiful, the Mountains, the Lakeside, stunning!” For me, it looks like home (I live in Lucerne, Mountains with a Lakeside everywhere), of course it has still it’s beauty, but deserts, jungles and plain areas are more exciting for me ;)

In Lecco I slept on a Camping in my tent. First I needed to order my feelings, since leaving my girlfriend and home for a long time got me a bit upset, so I was most of the times organizing and thinking how I’m gonna manage my way through Italy. So I checked out my first Gym on the List: Ramada Jiu Jitsu. Trainer is a 3 stripe Purple Belt, his name is Andrea, very technically with some long friendships that train there. Andrea was traveling 2 years around the world and training all types of Martial Arts, starting with Kung Fu in China and ending with BJJ in Brazil, where the love story began. I could train for free and when I asked him, why he’s not affiliated, he got big eyes and said: “I forgot totally about that, I want to do that in the near future!” So, since in Italy BJJ is still young and BJJ Globetrotters hasn’t many affiliated gyms, I suddenly knew, what one of my goals on this trip will be:

Spreading the word and spirit from BJJ Globetrotters!!! Thanks again Andrea for having me :)

After I left Lecco, I went to Milan where Rico & Junior were waiting for me. The gym was on the affiliated Gyms List of BJJ Globetrotters and they gave me a place to sleep and train 3 (!) times a day. Rico is a very charismatic Person and he understands the concepts of BJJ in my opinion far better than most people do, so I learned a lot there about the spirit of BJJ.

The guys from Lotus BJJ (thanks again Rico & Junior) were also really welcoming and one of them gave me a City Tour through Milan, telling me some fascinating storys about the New City of Milan.

So the building on the right is this new, fancy treehouse. The idea comes a bit from Avatar, trying to bring nature back to the citys and nearer to humans. Practically, the squaremeter costs 20’000 Euros and if you have the big amount of money to live in there, you need to pay another 2000 Euros each month for the caring of the trees. Cause every tree is unique and needs his special treatment. This is an example for an amazing idea turned into garbage!

And here one of my meals ;) (Arrosticini, Affumicato, Bread with Olive Oil and Affetati)

Next Stop is Turin, where I have family, and then Aosta. Unfortunately, there are still no pictures with my vespa and some landscapes, because the parts I’ve been driving weren’t that beautiful. I heard as soon as I get to the Toscana/Emilia-Romagna and I enter the Apennin (Italian Mountain Range) Photos will get stunning! So be prepared for some nice Views in the near Future.

Best Regards

Christian

Capoeira Academy Okinawa BJJ (Chatan, Okinawa, Japan)

Okinawa, Japan — After enjoying sunny days in Naha, I decided to take a bus to Chatan, Okinawa. The town is also known as Okinawa’s “Americanized” town due to its proximity to US Military bases and its popular entertainment complex, the Mihama American Village. In addition, Chatan is famous for its scenic beaches. While in Chatan, I had an opportunity to train at Capoeira Academy Okinawa located next to charming Araha beach.

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City
Okinawa consists of 160 islands and only 48 are inhabited. Chatan is located in Nakagami District under Okinawa Prefecture. It is approximately 17km (~11 miles) north of Naha, which is located in the southern part of the Okinawa Islands. Due to the expansion of recreational and shopping businesses in the town, Chatan has become increasingly popular among locals and tourists. In Chatan, you could easily discover adorable cafes to enjoy a cup of coffee with a picturesque view of the ocean.

Overview
Unlike its name, Capoeira Academy Okinawa offers diverse classes ranges from Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to Mixed Martial Arts. Given that it is conveniently located near US Military bases in Okinawa, the majority of students has connections to the US Military. After training at US Marine Corps Air Station Futenma, I was looking forward to training with US soldiers who are deployed in Okinawa again. The academy also was home to a few current MMA competitors who are actively preparing for their next fights. 

Classes are taught by Professor Benjamin Moriniere who holds a black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu under Caveirinha. He is also an Capoeira instructor and an MMA coach for the academy. Professor Moriniere was not only passionate about teaching martial arts but also actively engaging with students. He created a welcoming training environment for me during my visit. Also being surrounded by Americans, I was comfortable as if I were training back in New York.

Capoeira Academy Okinawa’s class structure was standard with basic warm-ups, drilling and rolling. We mainly focused on various submissions from side control. Because the class size was fairly small with approximately 15 people per class, I was able to receive personal attention from the professor. With a combination of beautiful beaches, Jiu-Jitsu, and friendly academy, my trip to Chatan was a success. It was a phenomenal way to end my trip in Japan. I would suggest you to do the same if you get an opportunity.

Location
Capoeira Academy Okinawa is located about 2km south of the Mihama American Village in Chatan. Once you are in Chatan, you can simply walk to the academy follwing the beach walk that connects Sunset beach and Araha beach. However, as mentioned previously, I would highly recommend renting a car in Okinawa as the public transportation is not as convenient as sizable Japanese cities such as Tokyo or Osaka. (Google Map: Link)

Facility
Capoeira Academy Okinawa’s training area was simple, but it was equipped with necessary equipment. Professor Moriniere notified me that the academy is currently looking to expand the facility to accommodate its increasing demand. 

Schedule
Capoeira Academy Okinawa’s most recent schedule is posted below:

As a courtesy, I would recommend reaching out to the academy prior to your visit via academy’s Facebook page.

Visitor Fee
The drop-in fee is ¥2,200 (~$20 USD) a class. 
<<Exchange Rate: 1,000Yen =~$9.2 USD as of May 9th, 2018>>

Tourist Attractions

  • The Mihama American Village — The entertainment complex is surrounded by American military bases and it provides nostalgic pleasure to American soldiers. The complex has restaurants and shops selling American brand clothes and food. The most notable feature of the American village is its Ferris Wheel.
  • Sunset beach (Chatan) — Chatan is located 17km north of Naha. Sunset beach is located near the Mihama American Village. The beach is pleasant and serene since it was not crowded.
  • Shuri Castle — The castle is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, which served as a residence for Ryukyu kings until Okinawa became a Japanese Prefecture in 1879. The top of the castle overlooks Naha. I would recommend Shuri Castle’s traditional Okinawan tea and snacks while touring the castle.
  • Fukushūen — A traditional Chinese garden with a beautiful scenery. The garden was established as a symbol of the sister city relationship between Naha and the Chinese city, Fuzhou.
  • Makishi Public Market — The most popular market district in Naha trades all sorts of Okinawan food and souvenirs. The surrounding area of the market is filled with restaurants as well. I would recommend rewarding yourself with delicious local cuisines after enjoying Okinawa’s humid tropical weather.

Hyperlinks
Google Maps
Facebook

Source
Okinawa Map

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U.S. Marine Corps Air Station Futenma BJJ (Ginowan, Okinawa, Japan)

Okinawa, Japan — While training at Paraestra Okinawa, I met Jon Valles, a former US Marine and a current MMA competitor, who welcomed me into Okinawa’s Jiu-Jitsu community. He was kind enough to invite me to dinner and to train Jiu-Jitsu at the US Marine Corps Air Station (MCAS) Futenma with US Marines. This opportunity was too unique to pass! 
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City
Okinawa consists of 160 islands and only 48 are inhabited. The capital city of Okinawa Prefecture is Naha, which is located in the southern part of the Okinawa Islands. In the past, Naha was the commercial center of the Ryukyu Kingdom. However, the city was completely destroyed during the Battle of Okinawa in World War II. With its rich history and subtropical climate, Naha remains one of my favorite tourist attractions.

Overview
US Marine Corps Air Station Futenma is home to approximately 3,000 US Marines, and it was established after the Battle of Okinawa in 1945. The training facility is not a typical BJJ gym as it is located within the military base. The facility was designed to train US Marines, and BJJ is one of their fitness programs.

Classes were led by Joseph Davis who is a BJJ purple belt and a Judo black belt. The class attendees were US marines except me who is a civilian. Although a few color belts were present in the class, it seems that the majority students were new as they started to learn Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu while being deployed in Okinawa, Japan. However, I can guarantee you that every US Marine I trained with was physically and mentally fit, which made the rolling session challenging. 

The class structures were fairly standard. Classes started with basic warm-ups, and the instructor demonstrated 3–4 techniques from a certain position. During my visit, we focused on various sweeps and submissions from closed guard. Then, intense sparring session began with US Marines. I felt like I did not have a moment to take a breather during rolling, but I thoroughly enjoyed the intensity of the session.

Instead of training at a typical BJJ gym environment, training with US Marines at their home ground was definitely a notable experience. As mentioned previously, be sure to drink a lot of water beforehand. Okinawa’s tropical weather will challenge your training to the next level. 

The training at MCAS Futenma is open to everyone including non-military personnel and foreigners. However, there are a few countries that may not be allowed on the base. Prior to training, please contact Coach Joseph Davis via [email protected] or their Facebook page (My BJJ Team Okinawa), and one of the team members will sponsor and escort the individual on the military installation. 

Location
MCAS Futenma is located 12km Northeast of Naha. I had a luxury of hitching a ride with Jon, but I believe there are no other way to reach the camp beside driving. I would highly recommend renting a car while traveling in Okinawa or you will end up walking everywhere like I did (Google Map: Link)

Facility
The facility had a spacious open mat located next to a fully equipped weight training gym with showers. As the gym is designed for US Marines, the facility was well equipped for any type of fitness training. Unfortunately, I was not able to take pictures of the facility as MCAS Futenma is a military base.

Schedule
See below for the training schedule at MCAS Futenma:

  • Monday — BJJ Gi — 18:00–20:00
  • Wednesday — BJJ Gi — 18:00–20:00
  • Friday — BJJ No-gi — 18:00–20:00

Visitor Fee
As a guest of Jon, I was not charged for training at MCAS Futenma. Please contact Coach Joseph Davis prior to training for more detail.

Tourist Attractions

  • Shuri Castle — The castle is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, which served as a residence for Ryukyu kings until Okinawa became a Japanese Prefecture in 1879. The top of the castle overlooks Naha. I would recommend Shuri Castle’s traditional Okinawan tea and snacks while touring the castle.
  • Sunset beach (Chatan) — Chatan is located 17km north of Naha. Sunset beach is located near the Mihama American Village. The beach is pleasant and serene since it was not crowded.
  • Fukushūen — A traditional Chinese garden with a beautiful scenery. The garden was established as a symbol of the sister city relationship between Naha and the Chinese city, Fuzhou.
  • Makishi Public Market — The most popular market district in Naha trades all sorts of Okinawan food and souvenirs. The surrounding area of the market is filled with restaurants as well. I would recommend rewarding yourself with delicious local cuisines after enjoying Okinawa’s humid tropical weather.
  • The Mihama American Village — The entertainment complex is surrounded by American military bases and it provides nostalgic pleasure to American soldiers. The complex has restaurants and shops selling American brand clothes and food. The most notable feature of the American village is its Ferris Wheel.

Hyperlinks
Google Maps
Website

Source
Okinawa Map
Facility

Building the BJJ Travel Phrasebook

About a month ago I had the idea of compiling a multilingual phrasebook for travellers interested in training, teaching, or competing in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu around the world. BJJ is, after all, a remarkably international sport – as even a quick glance into the BJJ Globetrotters Facebook group will show – with hundreds, possibly thousands of grapplers bumping fists on mats everywhere from Ukraine to Bhutan at any point in time. I’ve been lucky enough to be able to train in 15 different countries myself, and although grappling is as close to a universal language as you’re likely to get, sometimes it would have been handy to have had some linguistic insight into what my training partners were saying other than “Ирландия? Ah, Конор Макгрегор!”

In this globalised age there’s no denying that English will get you pretty far when it comes to communication, but depending on where you are that is by no means guaranteed. And besides, learning some of the local language is an immensely satisfying aspect of travelling as well.

And with that, the idea for the BJJ Travel Phrasebook was born.

There was the occasional cup of coffee involved.

The first step was the easiest – coming up with the list of phrases that would form the basis of each chapter. For this, I basically sat down and made a note of everything I had either said or tried haphazardly to formulate when introducing myself at academies out on the road (reminding them we’d previously been in touch via Facebook, asking if there’s a drop-in fee, enquiring if they have patches or anything else I could buy as a souvenir etc.) or would have found helpful during warmups or rolling. Given the almost limitless anatomical permutations it’s possible for us twist ourselves into over the course of 90 minutes, and the almost equally wide range of academy-specific drills and routines out there, I decided to focus on the basics (pushups, situps, stretching) coupled with a list of all the core submissions, actions, and body parts. This, or so I hope, will at least enable you to pick out the key parts of an instructor/training partner’s explanations, and provide the foundation for building your own sentences if you’re feeling particularly ambitious.

Given the extent to which the international tournament scene has been growing in recent years, I also considered that someone might want to go abroad and compete, and thus want to ask officials where to weigh in or just know what that Uzbek guy’s coach is screaming at him with 30 seconds left to go in the match. Here as well, there is a considerable range of questions and minor variations thereof that might arise during the typical tournament day, but with the final list I hope to have at least laid some solid building blocks with enough vocabulary that will let you improvise if the need arises.

Once the list of phrases was in place, it was just a matter of finding people who would be able to translate them.

In a recent podcast I did with BJJ Globetrotters founder Christian Graugart, we briefly digressed from talking about polar bears and abandoned Cypriot cities to discuss the pros and cons of Facebook. Although Zuckerberg’s evil empire – and social media in general – has earned itself a deservedly questionable reputation for privacy violations and propagating countless societal hours of heads-down, timeline-scrolling monotony, there’s no doubt that it can be absolutely phenomenal as a networking tool. After several years of travelling and a handful of Globetrotters camps along the way, I have people in my friends list based everywhere from Nuuk to Ushuaia who speak languages from every major family under the sun, and who are all unfailingly passionate about this sport we share in common. So right there was my first source of input. I posted a list of suggested languages, asking if anyone would be willing to contribute roughly 30 minutes of translation work to a project that would hopefully be of benefit to the worldwide grappling community as a whole, and several hours later I already had volunteers for 14 languages in the bag.

Keeping track of languages as they came in

As that initial wave of volunteers jumped into action and the individual Google Docs began filling up with input, I started considering exactly which/how many languages I ultimately wanted to include. Initially I had intended the phrasebook to be an entirely utilitarian and pragmatic guide to navigating your way along the mats of the world, and thus my preliminary list focused almost entirely on major world or regional languages – i.e. languages you would actually need in order to communicate with the average inhabitant of a country. Thus there was German and French but no Luxembourgish, Danish but no Greenlandic, and not a single mention of Irish, Maltese, Basque, Kazakh etc., since every single inhabitant of those countries most likely speaks another, more “important” language that was already on the list.

However, after several days of thinking about exactly what I wanted this project to stand for and achieve, I realised that this was far too reductive a way of looking at things. After all, who’s to say what languages you really need out in the world? You could quite realistically spend months hitchhiking the length and breadth of Iceland without needing a single word of Icelandic other than “Takk” (possibly prefaced by “No, I’ve had quite enough hákarl for today, .…”), but does that mean Icelandic should be excluded from the list? Or Dutch, because of the universally impressive command of English in the Netherlands? Or Georgian, because most people would probably understand some Russian?

At the end of the day, a language – any language – is a living record of a people’s history, culture, struggles, and path across continents and through countless shifting borders, empires, and wars from the time it was just the mutually understood gruntings of a small group around a particular campfire. And I want them all to have a voice here, regardless of how many millions, thousands, hundreds, or dozens of people speak them in the modern world.

I went back to the list, expanded it, and opened it up to a wider audience – the BJJ Globetrotters Facebook group. By the end of the week I had doubled the amount of languages I had volunteers for, and a handful of other people that came from r/bjj or via secondary referrals bumped the final tally up to the 36 languages you can see in the first edition of the phrasebook today.

All the countries you can communicate in using the first edition of the BJJ Travel Phrasebook.

Challenges along the way:

  • Where and how to publish? Right from the very beginning, I wanted the phrasebook to be as easy to access as possible – no weird plugins or new software required for people, no signing up for accounts, and no hidden costs. After consulting with some friends that are significantly more tech-literate than me, I decided to go with Dropbox since it’s about as straightforward as it gets. It also lets me see which countries the most downloads are coming from, so I can determine if any languages/regions of the world are finding it particularly more useful than others.
  • When building the book in Adobe InDesign, there were several languages that dug their heels in and initially refused to cooperate for a variety of reasons, usually due to writing system or direction. Getting Hindi or Georgian to display correctly was just a matter of googling the right new font to install, but figuring out a way to persuade right-to-left Hebrew and left-to-right English to get along in the same place is still an ongoing struggle…

RTL vs. LTR, round 1.

Random observations and discoveries:

  • Growing up and studying Irish in school, I remember finding it strange that we used that same word for both leg and foot – “cos”. As the input for this project came in, I realised that this is the case for actually quite a few languages – where you basically have no way of verbally distinguishing between foot and leg without clear context, or just pointing. In a sport where a few inches can make a difference between an effective grip or a successful submission, I’d be curious if any coaching difficulties ever arise when you can basically only shout “50% of the human body” and hope they get which one you mean.
  • Many languages simply use the original English/Portuguese/Japanese names for techniques and positions, or else just localise them in a very minor way. Of all the various ways of cranking, twisting, and repositioning each other’s limbs that we’ve come up with though, the one thing that remains absolutely unchanged across all languages is… *drum roll* De La Riva guard. Even other stalwarts like “kimura” and “omoplata” might sometimes be described generically as some variation of “shoulder lock”, but De la Riva is De la Riva everywhere from Malaysia to Greenland.

The future of the phrasebook:

Even before the first edition of the phrasebook was online, I started thinking about what the next step(s) could be. I am most definitely going to publish a second edition at some point in the next few months, and this time I’d really love to dive in and open it up to a whole series of smaller, lesser-known languages. I already have a draft list of the ones I’d particularly like to include, and from mentioning this in passing on Facebook I even have one of the first volunteers lined up – for Māori, which is pretty fucking cool.

As well as an expanded set of languages, I’d also love to move with the times and publish the phrasebook in a more mobile-friendly format. Certainly something like an app would be much more useful than a set of crumpled printouts to the average traveller nowadays, and this is something I’m actively looking into as long as I can keep it a.) easily accessible to as many  people as possible and b.) free. In fact, there might even be something in the works there already.;-)

Lastly, I think it would be even more helpful to have some kind of pronunciation guide for each of the phrases in the book. After all, it’s one thing to send someone in to a gym in Georgia and tell to introduce themselves with “Tkvens kakakshi viknebi ramodenime dge, sheidzleba tkventan vivarjisho?”, and another thing entirely to pull that off comfortably without stumbling over half a dozen throaty Caucasian consonants along the way. I already thought about including an IPA (international phonetic alphabet) accompaniment for every phrase, but this would take a lot of additional work and ultimately in the English-speaking world there aren’t that many people that can read IPA anyway.

So I think the absolute best option would be to have an actual audio guide where you could click a phrase and hear it spoken aloud by a native speaker, Forvo-style. That way you could practice your pronunciation beforehand as many times as you like or, all comes to all, just press the button and hold it up to the person you’re trying to communicate with.

Of course, that would be significantly more work that just adding a written pronunciation guide, but it’s something I’ll definitely look into.

Stay tuned!

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Get the first edition of The BJJ Travel Phrasebook in PDF form here, entirely for free:

https://goo.gl/D3FKSu (Dropbox link)

I have every intention of publishing a second edition later in the year, and would really like to branch out and include more languages. If you speak any language that isn’t currently in the book and would like to contribute translations, just get in touch! Either PM me on Facebook or drop me a line at [email protected]

 

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The Paraestra (Naha, Okinawa, Japan)

Okinawa, Japan — While in Tokyo, I decided to hop on a flight to Naha, Okinawa. Thanks to low-fare airlines, I was able to purchase my one way flight for ¥6500(~$60 USD). Okinawa has its own rich history with beautiful beaches. Compared to Tokyo which was modern and densely populated, Okinawa was mainly tourist-free and quiet. In Okinawa, I had a chance to train at Paraestra Okinawa.
 

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City
Okinawa consists of 160 islands and only 48 are inhabited. The capital city of Okinawa Prefecture is Naha, which is located in the southern part of the Okinawa Islands. In the past, Naha was the commercial center of the Ryukyu Kingdom. However, the city was completely destroyed during the battle of Okinawa in World War II. With its history and subtropical climate, Naha remains one of my favorite tourist attractions.

Overview
Paraestra is an MMA team that was created by former Shooto welterweight champion and Vale Tudo Japan competitor Yuki Nakai. Currently, Paraestra has multiple gyms throughout Japan and its headquarter is located in Tokyo. As it focuses on MMA, Paraestra Okinawa offered various classes including Brazilian Jiu-Jiutsu and striking classes. Also, there are a few current MMA contenders training for their future fights.

All classes were taught by Ryota Matsune, who is a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Black Belt and a former Shooto Featherweight Champion with a record of 16–2–1. Given that the Paraestra Okinawa is focused on MMA/Shooto, students were well-rounded. Also, the class sizes were smaller as it is located in a small town. Because of this, training sessions were intimate.

While training in Naha, Okinawa, I was lucky to meet Jon Valles, a former US Marine and a current MMA competitor, who welcomed me into Okinawa’s Jiu-Jitsu community. He was kind enough to invite me to dinner and to train Jiu-Jitsu at the US Marine Corps Camp Futenma with US Marines which will be covered in the next post. 

Paraestra Okinawa’s class structures were fairly standard with intensive body weight training. As mentioned previously, the gym is home for current MMA fighters and the level of sparring was notable. Although the gym might be in a remote location, it was worth visiting after a relaxing day with beautiful scenery of Okinawa. Also, be sure to drink a lot of water beforehand. Combined with lack of air conditioning and its tropical weather, training could be challenging.

Location
Paraestra Okinwa was located about 1.7km south of the main shopping malls and tourist attractions near Makishi Monorail Station. As a backpacker, I did not rent a car so I walked to the training facility almost everyday until I met Jon who offered me a ride to training. I would highly recommend renting a car while traveling in Okinawa or you will end up walking everywhere like I did (Google Map: Link)

Facility
Paraestra Okinawa’s facility had a small mat space and locker rooms. Unfortunately, there was no shower as the gym as it catered towards locals. The facility includes a few weight training equipment.

Schedule
Paraestra Okinawa’s schedule is posted online, but it is written in Japanese. With an assistance from my friend, Jon, I have translated the schedule for you below:

Visitor Fee
Drop-In fee for a day was ¥2000 and you can pay in cash at the gym.
<<Exchange Rate: ¥1000 =~$9.32 USD as of April 5th, 2018>>

Tourist Attractions & Food

  • Shuri Castle— The castle is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, which served as a residence for Ryukyu kings until Okinawa became a Japanese Prefecture in 1879. The top of the castle overlooks Naha. I would recommend Shuri Castle’s traditional Okinawan tea and snacks while touring the castle.
  • Sunset beach (Chatan) — Chatan is located 17km north of Naha. Sunset beach is located near the Mihama American Village. The beach is pleasant and serene since it was not crowded.
  • Fukushūen — A traditional Chinese garden with a beautiful scenery. The garden was established as a symbol of the sister city relationship between Naha and the Chinese city, Fuzhou. 
  • Makishi Public Market —The most popular market district in Naha trades all sorts of Okinawan food and souvenirs. The surrounding area of the market is filled with restaurants as well. I would recommend rewarding yourself with delicious local cuisines after enjoying Okinawa’s humid tropical weather.
  • The Mihama American Village — The entertainment complex is surrounded by American military bases and it provides nostalgic pleasure to American soldiers. The complex has restaurants and shops selling American brand clothes and food. The most notable feature of the American village is its Ferris Wheel.

Hyperlinks
Google Maps
Website (Japanese)

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Tirana, Albania &…The Abu Dhabi Experience…

Greetings From Tirana, Albania (10-14 Sept 2017)

The bus ride to Tirana was a peaceful beautiful ride through the mountains, watching the sun shine down on the vast green fields and rocky landscapes. Leaving Ohrid and catching this bus was a bit sketchy at first. Men in plain clothes, who were apparently bus drivers and loading staff at the bus station, asked people where they were going and directed them to the according bus. Three men directed myself and an American to an unmarked and quite worn out white van which was going to be our ride to outside of town where we would catch the real bus. I knew this beforehand but I don’t think the American did as he was quite uneasy the entire time. The whole thing made me a bit uneasy and on guard as well but I’m glad I knew of this set up beforehand or I probably would have asked many questions and not been OK with it, just like the American.

After we switched to the main bus it was a scenic ride the rest of the way, in fact it was one of the most beautiful treks I’ve been on. Driving a bus through the mountains, especially an old beat up one, doesn’t sound too amazing but when you’re cresting the mountain ranges and see the sun shining down on the countryside it’s by far the best rides I’ve had. It’s even completely worth the scare of driving along a narrow road we could roll off down the mountain side with one bad turn just to see the view. The bus station in Tirana was only 10 minutes away from the hostel I was staying at so that was a bonus of not having to deal with taxis or transit there. In fact the whole time in Tirana I was able to walk around the city, although I hear there are some great sights to see outside the city limits.

The Sights

As I was staying pretty central to Tirana all the big sights to see were quite close and easy to get to. I don’t remember if there was a walking tour or not but the path I created on Google maps to see everything could easy had been a 2 hour walking tour that covers the whole city.

The Pyramid of Tirana, once a museum to Enver Hoxha now graffiti covered landmark people love climbing to the top of to take pictures.

The former residence of Enver Hoxha, a leader that kept Albania as a separate country from Communist rule but also left Albania isolated economically as the poorest country in Europe.

I passed a park with the strangest park equipment, spray painted domes raised just enough above the ground for kids to jump off of and crawl under. I was very perplexed by these so I took a closer look. It was just as I had thought, they weren’t park play toys at all, they were painted up concrete pill boxes from the wars of years past, maybe at far back as WWII. This playground was covered with kids and families having fun on a sunny day used to be a battlefield, filled with armies killing each other. Crazy to think of that.

This is actually a monument to political prisoners but throughout the park were painted pill boxes.

There’s also Skanderbeg Square, which is Tirana’s main square surrounded by museums. There was a huge party there at night during my stay, but I was way too tired after training and went to bed instead of checking it out, party animal I am.

There’s a huge parade square in front the Tirana Polytechnic University named after Saint Mother Theresa, after all her life’s work to the area. I’ve read several articles about this from different stand points as it’s quite the controversial subject. No matter where you stand on her sainthood or work it’s easy to see the place has quickly caught up in the medical and technological fields in recent years.

Tirana MMA Center

The only BJJ gym that came up in Tirana was the Tirana MMA Center. There is another gym outside of town that I never saw anyone in the Globetrotter network review and I can’t remember if they just never replied to me or if I wasn’t able to make it out to class logistically but the Tirana MMA Center was the only gym I visited. I contacted the gym through e-mail to make sure I was welcome and once I made it into to town I figured out when in the schedule I could attend a class. While walking to class I was wondering how training there would be, talking to most people while traveling there’s always some sort of stereotype of Albanians being hardcore brutes. Then again I’ve heard the same thing for Russia, Poland, Bulgaria, Macedonia, and pretty much all of eastern Europe and western Asia. As the saying goes, hard times forge hard men. In reality the gym was pretty welcoming and although I didn’t talk much with most the people no one seemed to have a grudge with having visitors at their gym.

The gym is easy enough to find off a main road, once you pass the front desk it opens up into a big square matted area with the changing rooms on the left. I changed and got on the mats to stretch and introduce myself to a few people around me. There was a general shyness, I’m guessing due to language barrier. There was an American visiting at the same time I and feel bad for completely forgetting his story, but we did talk about traveling before class. I also introduced myself to the coach, a brown belt, thinking he was the guy I was talking to online, as it happens the head instructor, a black belt, was who I talked to but he was running late. I didn’t talk with the head instructor much when he did show up other than welcoming me and wishing me to have a good time training at his gym. The brown belt ran us through a thorough warm up and I had to sit a few exercises out. It was quite the fitness class before training and I was still dealing with congested sinuses. That and my fitness sucks.

There was a Judo black belt at the gym as well and class started with working different Judo throws from takedown attempts for BJJ. As these throws and takedowns were a bit different for me I had several questions, mostly about leg or arm placement as I always seem to be landing on one of my limbs. In true classical Judo form the Judo black belt didn’t seem to understand my questions for moving the limbs out of the way or maybe placing them differently while the BJJ instructor understood and agreed I could get the same result. It’s no insult to the Judo instructor but I find a lot of classically trained Judo players only train each throw for the one grip or body placement with very little variation meanwhile the very thing that has propelled BJJ to succeed is the openness to variation and modification so that everyone can make the technique work. Then again it could be just that these movements were new to me and I was moving very clunky and stepping over myself. With more training perhaps I could get used to them and work these techniques just as the Judo instructor showed.

The students were quite keen for rolling when it became time, I remember having a few rolls, one with the American, and I forget who else, I think it was a higher belt (I really should have kept notes on this to give you better stories, something I’m doing now actually.) and I mostly just tried to survive the matches. One younger guy, a fellow blue belt I think I remember, who was quite athletic and energetic wanted to roll with me and I could see he wanted to really test himself against me. I had to decline as it was the end of the class and I was quite worn out already. I wouldn’t mind tapping to him, it was more the danger of being hurt while trying to defend against his youthful exuberance hunting for a submission. I did however enjoy watching him fight the higher belts and give them a hard time. I’m sure he’ll be making it somewhere in this sport if he keeps it up.

All and all it was a fun time training there, a few of the guys opened up to me after class as we were changing, a few even got pictures with me. Just another case of a gym being shy because of language barriers and Jiu-Jitsu closing that gap. To be honest I don’t know if they were more impressed by my stories of traveling and training all over the world or my tattoos all over my body, as I got equal amounts of questions for either. After all of this I ended up no pictures (I don’t know what happened, I remember taking some, but they must’ve gotten deleted or corrupted or something. Anyways, no pictures of this training experience, sorry) to post with this story but I can mark Tirana MMA Center as another place I stopped off along this Odyssey and made new friends.

The Abu Dhabi Experience…(14-16 Sept 2017)

Before I knew it my time to leave had come and I was on to my next adventure. My next stop was Yangon, Myanmar (formerly Burma) and that was going to be a long flight to get to. I found if I stopped off along the way I could find cheaper tickets, even including hotel stay. So with that information I booked a one night stay over in Abu Dhabi, with intent on getting a class in at non other than the ADCC HQ itself. My plans were I would fly in, get a nap, get out and maybe see a bit of the city before training, have a nice rest and catch my flight the next evening on my way to Yangon. Plans did not work out like that. In any way. At all. I did not get any training in and it ended up costing me way more money…

My flight heading out of Tirana was in the evening, an overnight flight to Abu Dhabi. I got not near as much sleep as I wanted and was dead tired when I get into the airport. Luckily I booked a cheap room at the airport hotel, unluckily I arrived at 5am and I couldn’t check in until 11 and had to wait until 7 before I could even check and see if, at an extra fee, I could check in early. There was a coffee shop next to the hotel lobby so I used the free wifi and grabbed a tea and waited. Finally it was 7 and I was was allowed to check in early, it was not a cheap extra fee but I desperately needed rest or I wouldn’t be able to train later. I paid the fee, got to my room and passed out for a few hours.

Flying out of Tirana, on my way to another adventure.

As soon as I woke up I began looking for class schedules or contacts and couldn’t find either. The United Arab Eremites Jiu-Jitsu Federation, or UAEJJF site, the main and as far as I can tell only site for the gyms in Abu Dhabi, is great for latest news in the federation and has a list of all the clubs in Abu Dhabi. But they don’t have any address or class schedule information, with only a name and phone number at most. My friend Aaron from Tokyo was helping me out to find a class and set me up with a contact in Abu Dhabi, but as it happens I had the misfortune of showing up on a Friday, which is their religious rest day, a day of prayer, not training. All this planning and I made the misstep of not even thinking about the gyms not having classes on religious days. I actually can’t believe I never thought to look into religious days of places I was visiting, especially a place like the UAE. After talking with the contact back and forth we found there was one gym open that day, but it was in Dubai, which is a 4 hr bus trip away that I would have to catch it in the next 20 mins. That was just not feasible. So I wrote and rested and although I was down that I would be missing training while in Abu Dhabi I at least got to relax in a nice hotel room for 24 hrs. I also had the joy of trying the McDonald’s chicken Big Mac, it was delicious and almost made up for everything. Almost.

The next morning I woke up rested and left the hotel ready to get going to Yangon. I went to check in for my flight and was stopped by the flight attendant. She asked me my final destination and e-mails for those tickets. Then she asked me for a Visa for my next connection. I was flying into Bombay and did not have a Visa for it. I wouldn’t need a Visa had I not had checked luggage but since I did and had to re-check in with a different airline there I would need a Visa to pick up my bag and check it in. This is something I did not account for as I had read different accounts that a transit Visa was available on arrival for making international connections without problem. The airline company did not have this information and could not let me board without a Visa. This was a big problem.

Flying into Istanbul for a quick connection.

The flight attendants made as many calls as they could to try and get me on the flight and even tried calling the flight company that booked my flights to see if they could help, but to no avail. I would like to say that Quantas, although in my opinion messed up on this and should have let me on my flight have great customer service for trying to help me out and making many calls to make sure they weren’t making a mistake, although I really don’t think anyone looked it up and just gave their opinions. kiwi.com on the other hand is a shit service whose only customer service is starting and ending every sentence with “it’s not our responsibility” without attempting to help in any way. I have had the unfortunate experience of booking 2 flights with Kiwi.com and after those experiences I will say it is the by far the worse company out there to get cheap tickets. It’s like they intentionally make it an unpleasant flight for you that will most likely end in your paying extra for things they missed. I personally will never use them again and hope no one reading this uses them either.

So I was stuck in Abu Dhabi airport with no other choice but to buy a new ticket that included not stopping in India or any place I needed a Visa and which costed me an additional $700. I was no longer saving $300 in this stop and with no Jiu-Jitsu or even any sight seeing this was a very upsetting and disappointing stopover. Later, when I was making plans to head back to Europe from Asia I thought of stopping in Dubai to get in some training and make up for this stop over, but decided I’m better off not bothering with this hassle again, my budget was stretched thin and I wouldn’t be able to afford another expensive surprise like this again. One day I will return and see the United Arab Eremites and it’s beautifully constructed cites and top notch BJJ gyms, but not during this Odyssey.

Happy to be in Abu Dhabi, little did I know what 'fun' awaited...

And after all the adventures of traveling through Adu Dhabi I was done visiting Europe, for now, and on my way to my first stop in Asia: Yangon, Myanmar.

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Tri-Force Jiu-Jitsu Academy (Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan)

Tokyo, Japan — As Tokyo is a megalopolis, I decided to stay in the opposite side of Tokyo after returning from Mt. Fuji in order to streamline my travel within the city. Shinjuku is a major commercial and administrative district in Tokyo that surrounds Shinjuku station, the world’s busiest railway station. In Shinjuku, I decided again to train under the Tri-Force Jiu-Jitsu Academy’s flag.
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City
Tokyo, Japan’s capital, is the most populated city in the world. The city is known for its famous nightlife, shopping, and culture. Whether you are shopping for your wardrobe in Ginza or for electronics and anime in Akihabara, Tokyo provides you with an unlimited offering to fulfill your shopping spree. After shopping, you could head out to enjoy Japanese night life in Roppongi or Shinjuku filled with karaokes, izakayas, and clubs. My two weeks in Tokyo were not enough to fully appreciate everything that Tokyo has to offer.

Overview
Tri-Force Shinjuku is the second Tri-Force affiliate gym in Tokyo. Considering how massive Tokyo is, it is not surprising that it has another academy in the same city. Because of my previous positive experience at Tri-Force Academy in Shinjuku, I had no doubt that the quality of instructors and students would be anything less than great. As mentioned previously, Tri-Force Academy focuses solely on BJJ Gi classes, and it did not offer no-gi or MMA related classes.

Given that Shinjuku is a commercial and administrative hub of Tokyo, it was common for Tri-force Shinjuku to host foreign visitors and expats. The academy provided a welcoming and friendly atmosphere for visitors. One of the classes I attended, there even was a Jiu-Jitsu baby waiting for her expat parents to finish training.

I realized that all Tri-Force academies follow a strict guideline for their curriculum to maintain consistency and control the quality of the instructions regardless of the academy location. The consistency across the academies was beneficial for a BJJ Globetrotter like myself as it provides stable environment for training while traveling. During my visit, we mainly focused on a single leg X guard position.

One thing that stood out while training in Japan was an obsession with minor details of the technique. For example, Japanese BJJ classes tend to focus on applying adequate body pressures and having correct hand positions and grips. Japan’s distinctive focus provided me with new perspective on my game. Combined with high quality instructions and decent sparring sessions, you should not miss out training at Tri-Force Shinjuku after shopping and consuming unforgettable Japanese cuisines in Tokyo.

Location
Tri-Force Shinjuku is located near the Shinjuku station that is accessible via five JR (Japan Railways) East lines and six private railway lines. There also are bus stations adjecent to Shinjuku station. You should not have a problem getting to Shinjuku station from any location in Tokyo. Please be aware that Shinjuku station is the busiest train station in the world that handles 3.6 million passengers per day with over 200 exits. The gym is about 900m (0.56 mile) north of the train station, and it is located in the basement of the building with a separate entrance leading to the academy. It is not easily recognizable at first glance, but it is not too challenging to locate the facility. Although the public transportation system in Tokyo is well-established, I would recommend you to plan ahead as Tokyo is 2.8 times size of New York City (Google Map: Link)

Facility
Tri-Force Shinjuku’s facility included a mat space, locker rooms for men and women, and showers equipped with shampoo and body soap. The training space was compact, but it was understandable given that the gym was located in the heart of Tokyo. Unlike other Tri-Force academies, Shinjuku location also included a weight training area that is open to all members. 

Schedule
Tri-Force Shinjuku has a schedule posted online which shows training sessions day by day. The gym is open everyday offering morning classes at 11am and evening classes at 7:30pm. The classes are mainly focused on Gi classes, and no-gi classes are not offered in this location. The academy is closed on certain days due to competitions and other reasons so be sure to confirm on Tri-Force Shinjuku’s website beforehand. (Schedule: Link)

Visitor Fee
Like other Tri-Force affiliates, drop-in fees are quite pricey. You can either pay in cash in person or pay in advance via Paypal. Please see the link for the online payment: Online Payment

<<Exchange Rate: ¥1000 =~$9.1 USD as of February 8th, 2018>>

Miscellaneous
Tri-Force BJJ Academy has an English website which you might find helpful: Link

Tourist Attractions

  • Ryōgoku Kokugikan — Sumo is a national sport of Japan. There are six tournaments every year: Three in Tokyo (January, May and September), one each in Osaka (March), Nagoya (July) and Fukuoka (November) which lasts 15 days per tournament. If you happen to be in Tokyo during this time, I would highly recommend submerging yourself in a classic Japanese sumo match.
  • Kodokan Judo Institute — It is the headquarter of the worldwide Judo community. The eight story building includes a museum, housing, and training facilities for Judokas. Kodokan is open to public for Judo classes if you are interested in participating.
  • Mt. Fuji — The famous Mt. Fuji is located about 130km (approximately 80miles) west of Tokyo. You can take a highway bus from Shinjuku to Mt. Fuji. The trip costs ¥2,700 (~$25 USD) and takes 2.5 hours. You can only climb Mt. Fuji during the climbing season (July to September), but you can still enjoy the magnificent view of Mt. Fuji while trekking or biking around Lake Kawaguchiko, one of the Fuji Five Lakes.
  • Shibuya (Meiji Shrine / Harajuku) — In Shibuya, the Meiji shrine dedicated to Emperor Meiji is surrounded by Yoyogi park which creates an extensive park in the futuristic city. The park is adjacent to Harajuku which is known for its fashion and art scenes.
  • Nightlife (Roppongi & Shinjuku) — Roppongi and Shinjuku are the most well-known night life districts in Tokyo with bars and clubs catered to different styles and preferences. Prepare to stay out all night as the public transportation stops operating around midnight and taxis are extremely expensive.

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Skopje & Ohrid, Macedonia

Greetings From Skopje and Ohrid Macedonia! (2-10 Sep 2017)

I left Bulgaria on a bus feeling fine but once I got to Skopje and had my first night’s rest at the hostel I woke up not feeling very well. I had a sinus cold starting, messing with my respiratory system, and the ear infection was still giving me grief. I ended up not training at Skopje, the post camp flu had finally caught up with me. Instead I tried working online to catch up on some writing as well as plan out the next part of the Odyssey. At this stage I was looking to make my way over to Myanmar and Thailand which gave me the opportunity to make a stopover and possible class along the way, I’ll tell you all about that adventure next article. Although I didn’t get to train in Skopje I did talk to Martin who runs a club there. We spoke a lot about me coming to visit and had planned out when would be best to come for class, when I ended up sick and just decided to rest he told me all the best places or sight seeing. Skopje is a really nice city with a mix of old historic sights with new modern monuments. I really like the statues to various leaders and generals throughout the city to remind everyone of the long history of Macedonia.

I also took a bus from Skopje to Ohrid and it was a very scenic and quiet route, the hillsides and valleys through Macedonia are really beautiful. There was nothing too eventful, I caught the bus at the station which was right next to the hostel I was staying at in Skopje and away we went through the country side to Ohrid. Ohrid is a small town, built in a valley along the shore of Lake Ohrid, which shares the other half of it’s shore with Albania, and up the side of one of the hills where the fortress rests on top. The view is amazing coming in to town as we crested the hills and saw the beauty of the surrounding area. I was very happy to be traveling to see this place and meet Nenad and his gym and looked forward to exploring Ohrid more while I visited. 

The Sights

As I said before Skopje has a cool mix of old historic landmarks with new ones and the best example of that is the town square. There is an old stone bridge linking the modern town square to the old town market. It’s a historic sight, with statues and water fountains at each end and leading up the square that has a giant water fountain and Statue to Alexander the Great in the middle. The roads leading to the square have a series of old monuments and statues, like the arch ‘Port Macedonia’ that covers one of the streets to the square.

The market, or Old Bazaar, and the remains of old Skopje Fortress are also great examples of the history of Skopje and Macedonia. The market has a few main roads lined with stalls selling practically anything but the whole area is a series of catacomb alleys. I could see a growing part of the catacombs was becoming trendy stores and restaurants for tourists. The fortress is just outside of the catacombs on a hillside overlooking the city. From up there you can see the whole town stretch out in front of you with the town square right below. There’s nothing too special about the fortress grounds itself, it’s been knocked down over the years and other than the outer wall facing the city most of it is half crumbled brick walls, pits and piles of rock inside. The important thing isn’t what it is now but rather what is was before and the history it carries.

Ohrid also has a mix of old culture and history with modern tourism. The downtown core has many shops and restaurants, a lot of them lining Lake Ohrid for scenic waterfront views. All this downtown is at the base of the hill that old Ohrid is built upon, walk up the winding roads and you see the houses get older in style and after a while they open up to the Ancient Theater, an old outdoor amphitheater on the hillside overlooking the lake. Tsar Samoil’s Fortress sits up on top of the hill itself, overlooking all of the surrounding land. Again, like Skopje the Ohrid fortress was nothing more than a big brick outer wall, with the inside gutted, but the views but up on top were amazing. From up on the lookout there you could see all the surrounding valleys to the next peaks of the far off mountains. Anyone back in the day marching an army in, or rowing one in from the water front, would be seen from far off.

I also happened to walk by the old UN base in Ohrid. It’s gated and boarded up now so I couldn’t go inside but I managed to take a few pictures from the street. The people of Macedonia aren’t happy with the UN from the events that happened during the split into their own country and the UN’s exit from helping them so they don’t like to talk about this base or that time.

You can see my photos from this visit and all my other stops over on my Flickr Account.

Roots BJJ Ohrid

Nenad trains at the only gym in Ohrid, Roots BJJ Ohrid, a small group of very welcoming people who are genuinely happy to have visitors come to see their beautiful town. Nenad is a really fit guy, training at the gym at least once a day as well as doing Jiu-Jitsu 4 or 5 times a week, he even asked me to come out to the gym with him and although I wouldn’t mind being completely made a fool by someone who looks like they warm up with my max weight I was just getting over the cold and really didn’t want to push it too much. So instead we just met for Jiu-Jitsu. Although I was staying just down the road from the gym Nenad picked me up since it’s a bit tricky to find. The gym has some partitions for changing and a washroom around the corner, with the rest of the space tatami mats. The coach, whose name I forget, is a purple belt we spoke a little and he was very happy to have me come visit telling me I’m welcome any time. I got from the sense that they, being isolated from the bigger cities, are really grateful to have any visitors and take every opportunity to invite people in and make them feel at home with the gym.

The classes are started with a good warm up, which in my first class giving my rank standing at the end I was supposed to lead but I didn’t want to disturb their usual routine and held back for someone else to take the lead instead. Of the things I like to see when visiting different gyms their warm up routine is one of them. I’m not a fan of huge crossfit like exercise class long warm ups but I like to see the different movements that gyms do, often I find a new movement or chain of movements that I think would be great to remember for later. Just like submission techniques everyone has their own little differences in moving the body to warm it up before class. You can tell a lot about the gym and what style of Jiu-Jitsu they have by their warm ups most times as well. The next part of class was drilling takedowns, which Nenad and I worked different entries for Judo throws for gi class and arm drags into single legs and low singles for No-Gi. It was great drilling with Nenad, not just the takedowns but the whole class in general, because he doesn’t just quickly drill over and over, he’s like me where each rep gets dissected and analyzed and improved upon next rep. Together we worked to really get the moves we were drilling down. I’ve been to other gyms where sure we drill a lot but maybe I don’t feel like I got that technique down too well despite all the reps. Maybe Nenad and I just overthink or maybe other people under think and prefer quantity or quality, either way I enjoyed training with him.

Rolling with Nenad wasn’t as fun, his gym routine definitely made a difference when we rolled. Nenad had no problem controlling and submitting me at will. I guess I should’ve taken him up on those gym sessions after all. Seriously though he was a nice guy and even though he firmly controlled me he wasn’t crushing me like I know he could have. All the guys there were no joke in the physical department and could have easily run circles around me, not that they were looking to hurt or humiliate me, they were just a bunch of fit guys with strong Jiu-Jitsu, lucky for me they were also really nice and I was on their good sides. Nenad and Roots BJJ were great hosts I thoroughly enjoyed my time visiting, thanks for having me guys!

I made a video of my time training with Roots BJJ Ohrid that you can watch it, and  any of my other videos, over at the Panda’s Odyssey YouTube Channel. Please show some love, like, share, comment or even subscribe, thanks!

My time in Orhid was way too fast and over before I knew it I was on another bus off for another adventure. This time I was bound for my last stop in Eastern Europe before heading for Asia: Tirana Albania.

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Sofia, Bulgaria

Greetings From Sofia Bulgaria! (28 August – 2 September 2017)

After the amazing BJJ Globetrotters Fall Camp I wish never ended I was on a plane back to Eastern Europe, with my next stop being Sofia Bulgaria. I was looking forward to Sofia because there are a few clubs there I had heard great things about, Twisted BJJ which it seems every Globetrotter that travels this part of the world ends up visiting, and Battle Club Bulgaria, a place my friend Matthew Kaiser connected me with to get an introduction into Submission Wrestling. With an uneventful flight from Frankfurt to Sofia and no problems using the trains or finding my hostel I was ready for some rest before checking out these gyms, the post camp blues and post camp flu is real after all so best not to push it too much in the first few days.

I was actually dealing with an incredibly painful ear infection that started at the camp, and I believe it was more due to some cartilage damage that I got at some point (I seriously believe grapplers break more ears than anything else) so I had to deal with this problem first. I tried some beeswax candles in case it was an impacted wax build up before figuring out I had some damaged cartilage. I really don’t know how those things work, the candle just created more of a mess than anything else in my case. Luckily I had picked some more tea tree oil while at the camp and with the care package I finally received from my Mom I was all set for dealing with the problem. After a few days of rest and checking out the city I was ready to start training again.

The Sights

Sofia is a deceptively big city that sprawls out with lots to see and some great museums, which sadly I did not visit. There is a long complicated history to the city and a few different walking tour companies offer a 2 hour tour to explain it all while checking out the historic sights and buildings. While I did go on a similar route to see the places I passed up on the tour, more interested in the architectural design than the history lesson. Here are some of my photos from walking around the city.

Of course you can see more of photos from this and all my other stops over on my Flickr Account.

Twisted BJJ

When searching the BJJ Globetrotters community for anything on Bulgaria there was a lot of great reviews for Twisted BJJ so it was on the list of gyms I must check out while traveling and as it happens another Globetrotter Nick would be in the area at the same time. I wish I had more time to chat with Nick and maybe do an interview together as he’s been living the dream of a BJJ Globetrotter for some time, having lucked in with a career in a field that allows him to constantly travel and see the world and train all while making a few dollars. In the short time we talked after class it seemed like Nick had a story for every continent and plans to keep going. I’m sure we will meet again one day and I look forward to hearing his stories.

Great meeting you Nick, until next time!

Nick and I both spoke to the club about coming in and agreed with each other when to meet up for a class together. I found the right streetcar to take and got to the club, which is outside of town, a bit early and found the club up above a grocery store easy enough and had already introduced myself and changed by the time Nick showed up. We jumped into no-gi class and moved around training with and meeting members of the club. The place is pretty simple, you walk and there’s the front desk and change rooms on the right with a long mat space stretching far back in front of you. For class we worked a few different technique involving the X-guard, like stuffing it and passing or taking the opponent down for a leg drag to back take. Fun stuff, I’ve been going over some of these techniques again with other classes I’ve been in and it all makes way more sense, like having them sit and thought over for the past few months and now revisiting them puts them in a new light and gives me a new understanding of them. Anyways it was good class and rolling with everyone after was equality as good, but I never got a single chance to try anything from class, instead I was crushed by all the beasts there. Tough rolls with good guys, be sure to check them out if you’re ever in Sofia. 

The Twisted gang.

Battle Club Bulgaria

Another club I checked out was the Battle Club Bulgaria, which isn’t a Jiu-Jitsu club or a place that any Globetrotters recommended. No, this is a Submission Wrestling club that my friend, Combat Wrestling Canada Champion and World Combat Wrestling Team Canada Captain, Matthew Kaiser set me up with by putting me in contact with the head coach and Team Bulgaria Captain Kamen Georgiev. Combat Wrestling is very new, only a few years old, so I haven’t much experience with it, or Submission Wrestling (other than no-gi BJJ classes) for that matter. Even though a lot of my no-gi techniques are wrestling based techniques I’ve hardly been in wrestling classes, in fact I would say the classes I’ve had the pleasure of attending on this journey around the world are the only real wrestling classes I’ve had. I was very intrigued and a bit intimidated so this seemed like a great chance for an adventure. An adventure in being mangled that is.

The gym is quite a bit out of town, way more than Twisted which is just on the outskirts. This place is way out down a street that only one streetcar goes down, and not terribly often, so if I missed it I would have to deal with taxis, which is not an option for me. It also took a bit to find as the place is back from the road with an old rusted gate out front, making it look more like a haunted house than a combat gym. All part of the deception to the unknowing masses. Once I found the gym and walked in the only person there was a guy sitting out front smoking, after explaining to him what I was there for he assured me there would be class and pointed where to get changed. The gym has a main entrance with all sorts of posters and news articles of the club’s achievements in various sports. When you move into the gym area you see there’s a MMA cage as well as a boxing ring in the back with mat space and bags to hit on the main floor. From the articles out front killers were created here. 

Apparently even with all the problems finding the right streetcar and the gym itself I still got there early. I got changed and started stretching out, Kamen showed up and introduced himself to me. He’s a big solid guy and I knew from the start I was going to get ragged-dolled that night. But in a good way. Kamen asked me about my experiences in grappling in different styles and told me some of his achievements, which are many. Once we were done stretching Kamen had me enter the cage (yes, class was held in the cage) with him and start some light rolling from different positions to see where I was at. Basically he chose a position like turtle or bottom side and had me attack him for about 20-30 seconds before effortlessly sweeping and submitting me. I was in awe of the pure gentle power this guy has.     

As we rolled more people showed up and class begun, working drills like pummeling, arm drags and neck ties. Kamen worked with me for for a bit showing me some take downs he figured would be good for my game, like the low single. I worked in with two other guys for the rest of class working different drills then working take downs. We would have a round of working for advantage and going for a take down on each other, once we got to the ground it was done and we’d switch out. I was gassed and my ear was killing me by the time the went for full rolls so I just stood out and watched. These guys were all beasts who could roll at top aggression, while maintaining total control, for what seemed like forever. I was dumbfounded by it and realized just how small I really am compared to some beasts out there (as the picture shows I was the smallest guy there). Thank you Kamen for having me and thanks to your club for the great wrestling session.

The beasts that threw me around, with Kamen in the middle.

Combat Wrestling, you must be wondering what it is I was talking about earlier. It’s a new sport that combines the point system of wrestling for take downs and pins with the submissions of Jiu-Jitsu and other submission grappling styles. I truly believe in the next 10 years it’s going to catch on and end up in the Olympics. I really like the idea of it and because of my friend is involved in it so deeply I watch along with it growing and evolving. Maybe I’ll try my hand in it when I get home. For more information on the specifics of the sport and who’s in charge in your area check out the Combat Wrestling website.

On the road again.

After another stop of making new friends, seeing a new city and learning a new grappling art it was time to head off to the next stop for more adventures. I was off to Macedonia, another country with rich history and solid grappling skills.

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Waking Up with an Old Friend…

Over here in Northern Ireland, we’re dealing with the death throes of Winter, and what a winter it’s been! We’ve now got our van over, ready for camping and exploring! Although it isn’t exactly, “Camping weather” at the moment…

But nevertheless! The cold didn’t detere us from embracing the new years with a lovely dip in the refreshing sea, with a group of our close friends that I managed to somehow convince that it was a great idea!

You can watch the video of that here>>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNnGBaCefZw

 

With the same group, we took off to Donegal and explored a lough in the Glenveagh National Park. With a blustery walk around the beautiful waters edge, we wondered up to a castle and grounds and beyond to the lough’s beginning and back.

As like most of the scenery here, this was a magnificent place to explore made all the better with the company we had to roam it with.

Now the reason it’s taken so long to write another post is due to the classic BJJ blight of inevitable injury. But earlier this week I found myself waking up with the old familiar feeling of an aching body from a previous days, session of rolling.

I was visiting Belfast for the day, and so had decided to stop by my old club SBG, which now has a whole new pad to train in. Slapping hands with some familiar faces, was a feeling I had long missed. And the welcoming atmosphere, was more than appreciated. It was the perfect place to test my recovery and see if I am now fit to get some regular training again, getting some much needed and overdue rolls in. Big thanks to my friends and training partners Stephen Bell, Ben Delbart and Niall Smith.

(Photo credits to Lydia Eeles)

Bucharest, Brasov and Castle Bran

Greetings From Bucharest Romania! (13-21 Aug 2017)

I left on a train from Iasi for Bucharest, looking forward to Meet and train at the Absoluto BJJ HQ that Mihai talked so much about, little did I know how much plans would change in the coming days. The train route I was taking involved a transfer at one point, at a station in the middle of nowhere where no one spoke English and there was no wifi. I’m glad I had my ticket printed to show to people so they could at least just point to the platform. I had over an hour to wait for the next train, even after all the time it took to figure out which platform it was arriving on. The train I was connecting to was quite late so I was worried I had missed it, maybe I was on the wrong platform, maybe the previous train was the one I should have boarded, not until I was assured by a conductor that I was on the right train did I finally relax.

It was evening by the time I arrived in Bucharest, I was tired and starting not to feel too well. At first I decided to take a taxi rather than figure out the transit system. I walked outside to the one of the waiting taxis and asked how much to get to the the hostel I was staying at, which wasn’t that far. I was told an outrageous price so I asked if he would put on the meter as I knew it be would no more than half the price he asked. He refused, telling me it would the same and then telling me it doesn’t work, so I told him he’s crazy to ask that much and went to the next taxi who also asked for an outrageous price. When I asked him to run the meter instead he told me “Meter? No, it’s Sunday, and in the evening, and it’s doesn’t work well..” because apparently all the meters don’t work well when it’s a Sunday evening. I had seen on Google maps on my phone that there was a train station nearby, so I said loud enough so other people exiting the train station could hear me “That’s a stupid price, I can take the train for way less” and walked off toward the subway. I got to the hostel easy enough and settled in, ready to sleep and plan out my visit in Bucharest. 

In the center of Bucharest there is a huge water fountain, a lot of it was down in repair.

Staying In Bucharest And Taking A Break

I woke up still not feeling well and decided, with the BJJ Globetrotters Fall Camp around the corner, which would be my first camp attending, I would skip training and relax. Hopefully I would feel better for the camp I was so excited for and just take in the sites in Bucharest. I spent some time looking online at the sights and monuments in Bucharest and decide on which ones to see and film and take pictures of, over my time visiting Bucharest I got to see a lot of the city, which has a lot to see.

The estate of Vlad III in Bucharest, it's a museum now.

The Rebirth Memorial, remembering the war.

Unfortunately my memory card on my phone glitched during this trip and I lost most of the pictures, luckily the videos I took were all intact and I was able to make this video. To watch the video you can head to the Panda’s Odyssey YouTube Channel. Share some love and like, share, comment or subscribe to the channel!

You can also see what ever pictures I managed to save from this trip on my Flickr Account.

Meeting Leonie

During my stay at the hostel in Bucharest I met Leonie, a German woman on vacation checking out Romania. We went out for food one day and wandered about taking photos of the city, I had a picture (that I lost) of the top of a building that was riddled with stray artillery fire from the war. It was cool wandering with Leonie as she would pick out little details from buildings like that, we would guess what the old buildings are before reading their signs, or talk about what they might have been before. Many good times were had hanging out with her so when she mentioned she was off to Brasov to see Transylvania and Castle Bran, Dracula’s castle, and asked if I wanted to come along I couldn’t refuse. Throughout the trip Leonie had her camera with her taking all sorts of great photos, you can see her blog on the vacation and all her awesome photos from our adventures HERE. I’m so glad I met her at the hostel as I probably would have just sat there watching Netflix otherwise, thanks for the good times Leonie, until we meet again!

I caught this candid of Leonie as we were wandering through some popular narrow alley in Brasov, for some reason I really like it.

Adventures In Brasov

With the new plans to head to Brasov we headed out to the train station in the morning and picked up tickets for the next train that wouldn’t be for some time. After grabbing a coffee and waiting we decided to head to the platform we thought we were informed to wait at. All the boards were in Romanian and neither one of us could read what they said so we were going off of the broken English instructions from the ticket desk. We walked out and sat down and waited, and waited. Other trains came and went and finally after about 30 minutes past when our train was supposed to be in Leonie went to go find out what was up. She came back in hurry to tell me we had missed our train that was on another platform and if we hurry we can exchange for the next one that is coming soon. We walked back to the ticket desk to see there was a big line up, it took forever to get to the front, so much so that when we finally got out tickets exchanged we had to run back to the platforms in order to catch our train. It’s funny now picturing us running “Is that our train?!” “Platform 6, right?” “Wait for us!!” We hopped on just in time found a seat and sat down, each taking a big sigh to finally be on our way to Brasov. After about 5 minutes of us being on the train now out of Bucharest Leonie asked “Did you read the sign on the train? Are we on the right one?” Which then led to us anxiously waiting for another 10 minutes for the conductor to come by and check out tickets. We were in fact on the train and all was good.

Part of the wall that surrounded Brasov, probably protecting it from werewolves.

Such a stereotypical Transylvania building, it looks just like the hotel in Hotel Transylvania.

We were staying in different hostels since I booked mine last minute but both were walking distance from the train station. Leonie’s was closer so I walked her there and we agreed to meet later, in an hour or so time from then, and get some exploring in while the sun was still up. Neither one of us had data on our phones so we would have to use the wifi at our hostels, once Leonie sent me the message she was leaving to meet me there was no way to for me to tell her if there were last minute set backs, or for her if she got lost on the way. Luckily Brasov isn’t very big and the meeting area, in the main street tourist area, was pretty straight forward, and also I tend to stand out, so we were able to meet up easily enough. Navigating around the town on the other hand was a bit of pain at times especially when we were trying to find a path up to the fortress or use the buses, but we managed and had a great time wandering the town and checking out all the old buildings. Leonie had a thick Romania tourist guide book so we had all sorts of information about the area at our fingertips, I shot us walking around and sight seeing and with the added information to what were looking at it gave a new depth to appreciating the old architecture and history of Brasov and Bran. As I said earlier my phone glitched and I lost all the pictures of the area but at least Leonie has a great collection of photos on her blog of our adventures, which you can see HERE. There is also the video I put together below you can watch over at the Panda’s Odyssey YouTube Channel.

Let’s Go See Dracula!

I was looking forward to seeing Dracula’s Castle, even though I knew it was nothing like the movies and Vlad didn’t actually live there. It’s a monument to a source of a piece of classic literature as well as a historic symbol to one of the most interesting and influential people in Eastern European history. Vlad III (The Impaler) seems like such a fictional character and with his life being the source material for Bram Stoker’s Dracula, it’s hard to distinguish fact from fiction. To be honest I didn’t read too much of the information posted in each room explaining and separating the two as I didn’t want to ruin the illusion I’ve had since childhood. In my mind I walked through a castle of a real life vampire that Van Helsing defeated. The castle itself, in actuality not near as huge as described in the novel, was the setting for ‘Dracula’ so being there and walking through it as I learned more about it’s connection to the real Vlad III was a great experience. I wonder what the townsfolk thought of this place back in the day, maybe they had their own stories of what went on in that place they would tell among each other before Bram Stoker’s novel swept the world.

Hanging out at Dracula's castle, the only good shot I managed to save.

New patch to the collection, it's not a gym but it gets a pass.

The next day after Leonie and I got to Brasov and did some evening exploring started early. We met up and made our way to the bus station that would take us down to Bran, it was a bit difficult getting there at first as we had to use a city bus to get across the town to the station and the bus routes are a bit confusing. We made it with only having to ask the locals a few times for reassurance that we were going the right way and on the right bus. Besides that we got to castle Bran without too much of an adventure. When the bus pulled up to the castle we could see the clearing in front was busy. There’s a big market selling all kinds of shirts and souvenirs and snacks (even a haunted house!) at the base of the property that the line to the castle goes through. We walked around all the stalls and it was hard not to buy anything, especially a shirt, but somehow I held out and settled later on buying a Castle Bran patch to add to my collection. The castle tour itself was interesting, with some great views of the area from the top, but way too packed with other tourists. There were was really interesting rooms, like the room explaining the fact and fiction of Vlad III and the room with his old armour and weapons and most well known outfits, but there were so many people around that there were times where we had to wait forever to get a decent picture or wait a long time just to move to the next room or be able to read a sign. I’m glad I went with Leonie and got to see this place and I would absolutely love to go to their Halloween party, but I do think they need to monitor the amount of people they allow in at a time. I put together a video of the castle tour that you can see over on the Pandas’ Odyssey YouTube Channel.   

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After such an awesome time exploring with a new friend it was time to head back to Bucharest, I had only come up to stay 2 nights, time enough to explore with Leonie. I had to head back and get my things ready, I was about to head off back to Heidelberg Germany for my very first BJJ Globetrotters Camp, which I wrote about in my ‘Seminars & Camps‘ post. If you haven’t read it before be sure to check it out, I did an interview with Christian Graugart about the camps and Globetrotters organization as well as my take on the camps and how awesome they are. My next article takes place after the camp when I returned to traveling around Eastern Europe, starting at Sofia Bulgaria.

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Tri-Force Jiu-Jitsu Academy (Ikebukuro, Tokyo, Japan)

Tokyo, Japan — After spending a few days in Kyoto, I decided to take an overnight bus to Tokyo. The bus ride is approximately seven hours, but I personally would not recommend the overnight buses due to the substandard quality of sleep during the trip. Compared to other cities in Japan, Tokyo was modern and densely populated. Because of my pleasant experiences with Tri-Force Osaka, I decided to train at two gyms under the Tri-Force Jiu-Jitsu Academy’s flag in Tokyo.

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City
Tokyo, Japan’s capital, is the most populated city in the world. The city is known for its famous nightlife, shopping, and culture. Whether you are shopping for your wardrobe in Ginza or for electronics and anime in Akihabara, Tokyo provides you with an unlimited offering to fulfill your shopping spree. Then, you could head out to enjoy Japanese night life in Roppongi or Shinjuku filled with karaokes, izakayas, and clubs. Two weeks I spent in Tokyo were not sufficient to appreciate everything that Tokyo has to offer. 


Overview
Tri-Force Ikebukuro is the headqurter of four Tri-Force Jiu-Jitsu Academy affiliates in Japan. I had the chance to train at two academies under the Tri-Force Jiu-Jitsu Academy’s banner in Tokyo. Unlike previously visited gyms in Japan, Tri-Force Academy focuses solely on BJJ Gi classes, and it did not offer striking or other MMA related classes. 

Similar to Tri-Force Osaka, a few expat students spoke fluent English, but the majority of students did not. As mentioned in the previous posts, the language barrier in Japan did not hinder me from participating and training with Tri-Force Academy, although, from time to time, it was challenging to understand minor details of a technique.

Tri-Force Academy’s lessons mainly focused on related techniques that could be varied from the same guard position. Every class began with a 20 second meditation followed by a regular BJJ warm-up. Then, an instructor presented three to four related techniques of the day, and students drilled with their partners for five minutes per technique. During my time at Tri-Force, we focused on various sweeps from a closed guard position.

As the headquarter of Tri-Force Academy was established in 2004, the presence of black belts per classes was noticeable. Among all the classes I attended, there were at least three black belts training out of the average class size of 20. I believe that Tri-Force Academy is highly beneficial for your BJJ training journey if you have an energy to train after shopping and consuming unforgettable Japanese cuisines in Tokyo. 

<<With the instructor, Yusuke Shinmyo >>


Location
Tri-Force Ikebukuro is located near the Ikebukuro station which is accessible via Fukutoshin Line, Marunouchi Line, and Yurakucho Line. The gym is about 700m (0.43 mile) from the train station, and it is easily recognizable with floor-to-ceiling windows and Tri-Force’s logo. Although the Public transportation system in Tokyo is well-established, I would recommend you to plan ahead as Tokyo is 2.8 times size of New York City (Google Map: Link)

Facility
Tri-Force Ikebukuro’s facility includes an immaculate mat space, locker rooms for men and women, and showers equipped with shampoo and body soap. Unfortunately, this gym does not include weights training areas.


Schedule
Tri-Force Ikebukuro has a schedule posted online which shows training sessions day by day. The gym is open everyday offering morning classes at 10:30am and evening classes at 7:15pm. The classes are mainly focused on Gi classes, but no-gi is offered on every Saturday. Please check Tri-Force Ikebukuro’s website as class descriptions are posted in detail. (Schedule: Link)

Visitor Fee
Like other Tri-Force affiliates, drop-in fees are quite pricey. You can either pay in cash in person or pay in advance via Paypal. Please see the link for the online payment: Online Payment

<<Exchange Rate: ¥1000 =~$9.2 USD as of January 31st, 2018>>


Miscellaneous

Tri-Force BJJ Academy has an English website which you might find helpful: Link

Tourist Attractions & Food

  • Kodokan Judo Institute — It is the headquarter of the worldwide Judo community. The eight story building includes a museum, housing, and training facilities for Judokas. Kodokan is open to public for Judo classes if you are interested in participating. 
  • Mt. Fuji — The famous Mt. Fuji is located about 130km (approximately 80miles) west of Tokyo. You can take a highway bus from Shinjuku to Mt. Fuji. The trip costs ¥2,700 (~$25 USD) and takes 2.5 hours. You can only climb Mt. Fuji during the climbing season (July to September), but you can still enjoy the magnificent view of Mt. Fuji while trekking or biking around Lake Kawaguchiko, one of the Fuji Five Lakes.
  • Shibuya (Meiji Shrine / Harajuku) — In Shibuya, the Meiji shrine dedicated to Emperor Meiji is surrounded by Yoyogi park which creates an extensive park in the futuristic city. The park is adjacent to Harajuku which is known for its fashion and art scenes. 
  • Ryōgoku Kokugikan — Sumo is a national sport of Japan. There are six tournaments every year: Three in Tokyo (January, May and September), one each in Osaka (March), Nagoya (July) and Fukuoka (November) which lasts 15 days per tournament. If you happen to be in Tokyo during this time, I would highly recommend submerging yourself in a classic Japanese sumo match.
  • Nightlife (Roppongi & Shinjuku) — Roppongi and Shinjuku are the most well-known night life districts in Tokyo with bars and clubs catered to different styles and preferences. Prepare to stay out all night as the public transportation stops operating around midnight and taxis are extremely expensive.

Hyperlinks
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Website (Japanese)
Website (English)

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Chisinau, Moldova & Iasi, Romania

Greetings From Chisinau Moldova & Iasi Romania! (1-6, & 6-13 August 2017)

Hello! I decided to merge the next two spots I visited because my visit to Chisinau isn’t enough to fill one article on it’s own and in these two spots I decided to start making new videos, which I’ve put out since but will be posting again here.

I had some interesting rides going to both places. First it was heading off to Moldova on a bus. Bogdan brought me to the bus station and found the proper bus for me. The buses were more like vans than a real bus and they weren’t properly labeled either, so finding the right one is a bit of a task. Bogdan talked to a guy standing by the bus, smoking and not looking too interested in the whole affair. Afterwards Bogdan then says to me, ‘This is the bus, they’ve changed the schedule but they’ll take you, just get in’. And in 5 minutes we were off to Odesa, even though I’m sure the bus wasn’t scheduled to leave for another 20 minutes. It was smooth trip to Odesa but from there on it changed and became more interesting. I got off the ‘bus’ and headed into the restaurant in the station, the bus station was set up as a market with different stalls for souvenirs or magazines and snacks at every parking bay outside and a restaurant and different stores inside. The restaurant had wifi and I had 2 hrs to wait until my next ‘bus’ so I ordered some food and waited and tried using the slow but free internet.

When it came to leaving on the next bus I walked out looking for it, checking each and every parking bay sign. I walked around twice and nowhere did I find anything saying ‘Chisinau’ so I asked around and although none of the stall operators seemed to speak English I had a copy of the ticket and would show them it, which usually gained a vague finger point or head shake. Finally I ended back at the first small bus I rode in on so I asked the unenthusiastic drivers who were from what I could tell just leaning against the bus and chain smoking the entire time since we got into the station. The first one read my ticket and asked the second a question, then came back with a nod and a number written on some paper. Apparently they would be driving me all the way to Chisinau, and also apparently I needed to pay them for my backpack for the second leg. I’m sure it was a shakedown but it was a pretty cheap one. So I paid them and got back onto the shady short bus and we were off to the border.

Crossing a border in Eastern Europe in a little short bus with an eclectic bunch riding it was particularly an interesting experience. On the way to the border people were flagging down the bus to get a ride along the way, most of them getting off later on down the road but a few stayed. At one point I had an older man sit down next to me and try talking to me, I think in Ukrainian. I tried over and over to tell him I did not understand but that didn’t seem to deter him to continue mumbling on to me until he got off 15 minutes later. The wife of one of the drivers, who was along for the ride, thought the whole thing was funny as I looked helplessly over to her. When we got closer to the border I noticed all kinds of stalls and wagons set up selling melons. The entire trip it was nothing but fields and fields of sunflowers and then suddenly it was all melons. People were loading up on them too, packing their entire car trunk with them, I’m sure to sell to what ever town they’re going to. I think maybe that was in part why crossing the border took so long, they had to search the bus and our luggage as well as checking all our passports. It was a bit of a nerve racking experience, being asked to park over beside the border security and customs buildings and waiting for what seemed like an hour before we could leave. When we did leave it was quick, the border officer came and gave them some papers and the bus driver wasted no time getting the bus going. The thing is we still hadn’t gotten our passports back, so the bus was flying down the dirt road and I was getting a bit nervous thinking maybe they forgot. Finally the driver’s wife started handing the passports back and everything was ok, but the thought of losing it made my heart jump. 

I didn't get a picture of all the melon stands but here's one of the many fields of sunflowers I passed.

The rest of the trip was ok, I ended having a much longer walk to the hostel then I expected but no real adventures. As for my train from Chisinau to Iasi there were a few adventures but none that involved me, it was more a ride where I experienced the adventures happening around me. First was the father and son duo I watched board at one point and hop around seats during the travel. The father seemed to time his bathroom breaks perfectly when the conductors would be walking by. Finally at one point he was stopped and after a few words ended up paying the staff for what I figure are tickets that he and his son didn’t have. The son must’ve said something that clued the staff member, maybe the father was trying to get a cheaper ticket for a shorter ride than we were intending, whatever it was after the conductor walked away the father was quite upset with his son. Luckily the father decided sitting away from his son was the best solution as myself and few others were watching him very closing and ready to act if the situation needed it. It would not have ended well for him, . 

The second adventure I watched unfold happened as we crossed into Romania and were close to the Iasi train station. The train staff were very tight for checking proper documentation, each one that passed by asked to see passport and proper paperwork if needed and once we crossed into Romania a customs guard came on board to check the papers himself and also check luggage. The first conductor to come by me asked for my passport, saw the cover with the Canadian crest and ‘Canadian Passport’ printed on it, looked at me and said “Canadian? Good” and walked off without ever looking at it. The next two to come by checked everyone else and just looked at me and nodded. When the customs guard came by after opening and checking everyone’s bag in great detail he just looked at mine, saw the Canadian patches, “Those are yours, Canadian? OK, very good.” and walked off without even checking anything. Meanwhile he caught someone for having 3 cigarette packs too many and was forced to get rid of them. A conductor helped him out by buying them off him, I’m sure at a discounted rate too but the only other option was throwing them away or paying a fine. We got into the Iasi train station without anymore adventures with my host Mihai was waiting for me, he brought me to his place to drop off my gear and get settled in and ready for my time in Iasi.   

And with that my adventures getting from one place to the next were over but made for interesting transit stories to share with you. In both cases I made it to where I was staying safe and sound, settled in and was ready to explore and train in a new city. 

Walking Around Chisinau

Chisinau isn’t very big, there are things to go do and see outside the downtown core but not a lot, my time there was limited and I didn’t quite learn the bus system so I didn’t go out on an adventure to any of them. I did walk around the city area close to me and take some pictures of the park and some interesting buildings.

I don't know what this building is but it looks like a place super heroes would have as a base.

The Capitoline Wolf Suckling Romulus and Remus, I saw this statue all over Eastern Europe.

I also played around with trying a new video idea. I filmed as I walked around Chisinau and stopped off at a few points to talk about the sights. My idea is to give a more in depth look at where I’m visiting and although I haven’t been able to do this at all the places I’ve been to, or manage to edit all the footage I have taken yet, I do have a collection of videos of sight seeing different parts of the world, which is pretty cool.  So even know I’ve posted this video when I first made it months ago here it is again. To watch the video or if you want to see my other videos you can head over to the Panda’s Odyssey YouTube Channel and see it there.

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Bercut Fight Club 

The only BJJ club that I was able to contact and that anyone in the Globetrotters community talked about in Chisinau was the Bercut Fight Club. Looking back on how I got around, or the lack of, when I stayed in Chisinau it would be interesting figuring out how to visit other clubs, which are more outside of town. The gym is right by the hostel I was staying at so I could just walk there for class and Bercut has a big sign with directions to make it up to the gym in the top floor of the old building, making things really easy. I was getting over some stomach issues from Ukraine so I had to skip some classes and with the schedule I could only make it to one class. Once I got to the top of the old and heavily graffiti-ed staircase I was met with the front desk to the gym where I nice woman showed me where to get changed and where class would be taken place. Bercut has a main room where I gather the other classes like MMA or different exercise classes are held and a room on the side with a matted floor and a weights section where the BJJ classes are held.

I was a bit early so threw on the gi and started to stretch out on the mats while more people started to show up. There was a good amount of people by the class started and the mat space was pretty hot, for me at least, so I had to take a few water breaks and with just getting over my stomach issues I had to sit out a few rolls and just watch the class. Overall the club members and the class was fun and inviting but not a lot of talk, I had a conversation with one guy who told me that not a lot of the people there didn’t speak much English so I would have a hard time conversing with anyone. It was still a good time working some guard passing chains and rolling with the few roll I rolled with. I wish I was in better condition to show up to more classes and get to really meet the club, it was a weekend class and from what I was told it was a more casual setup with not as many people as during the week.

I left a bit disappointed in only being able to attend one class and only able to do so much and I felt like I really didn’t get to see Moldova. That just gives me a reason to come back to see more and visit Bercut again and maybe make it out to other clubs as well. I left too early, both in the time spent and time of day, it was still dark when I woke up and the staff were still sleeping when I left to catch a taxi to the train station. Until next time Chisinau! 

Walking Around Iasi

After Mihai picked me up at the train station and gave me time to settle in at his place he showed me around the city a we met up with some friends of his for some drinks. During the week though Mihai was busy with work online so after showing me around I was on own for exploring and seeing sights, here’s some of the my shots of Iasi.

I also put together a video, this time more in depth, of walking around the city of Iasi. It was my second video so there was still a lot of learning and trying new things. I feel like I’ve come a long way with my recent filming, once I have time to edit it all and publish it I will of course post it here. To watch this video and others  you can head to the Panda’s Odyssey YouTube Channel to see more of my videos.

As always you and can over to see my Flickr Account where I have more photos from this and all my other visits.

Staying With Mihai

I saw Mihai on the BJJ Globetrotters matsurfing map and contacted through e-mail about coming and visiting. We began talking and arranged me coming to visit, with Mihai promising to take of me and show me his home town. I knew nothing of Iasi before talking to him and didn’t know what to expect but I’m glad I made the trip to explore another small town away from all the tourist hot spots. Mihai has a nice apartment up high in a building that gives a great view of the town and it’s perfectly in the middle of and walking distance to the downtown area and where the club is farther away from the inner town area. I can say without a doubt Mihai lived up his word and looked after me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had to do some shopping, involving picking up new running shoes to replace the old pair I had been wearing since I started this journey back in Canada. Mihai made sure I always knew where I was going and how to get back, going as far as to instruct me how to tell the taxi drivers to get to his place and what the price should be in case they try to over charge me.

The few times Mihai and I ventured out together he would tell me all about the town and history of the area, how schooling is in Romania, the long process that the country went though after the fall of the Soviet Union, and the coming of modern malls and brand name stores. The story how and why the Romanian people love Adidas is particularly interesting. I wish we could have had time to talk on camera and do an interview and get half of what he told me about Romania and his club in an interview to share with you, but I guess instead you will have to go and visit him yourself to hear these great stories. Thank you Mihai for such a good time hosting and feeding me, I’m sure we will meet again one day.       

Absoluto BJJ Iasi

There is only one BJJ club in Iasi and Mihai runs it, Absoluto BJJ Iasi, which is an affiliate from the Absoluto BJJ HQ in Bucharest. Mihai has brought together a good group of guys that train regularly with him, they all were welcoming to me and although I didn’t get a chance to talk with most of them, they all seemed like good people. Mihai is a purple belt and he studies a lot of online videos to come up with material for class, when I was there they were preparing for a big competition so putting together their game strategy and the importance of take downs was the focus. I had fun drilling and rolling with the guys, Mihai and I would make sure to get in a roll each class and afterwards on the way back to his place I would ask him about some of the students that I rolled with. They all came from different backgrounds, some older with other martial arts experience, some younger in school and really fit and keen to learn. Mihai knew each and every one through and through and it was interesting hearing his take on their techniques and where each was on their training for the next belt. 

While I was visiting I picked a GoPro to start shooting my next new idea for videos: training videos. I’ve only been able to make a few on these and I want to get back to making more as it shows the fun I’m having drilling and rolling with everyone. I set up the camera in the corner shot some classes and then edited the footage and added music to make this video of us training together. Check it out over at the Panda’s Odyssey YouTube Channel and watch it, and all my other videos, over there.

After a good visit learning about a place I’d never hard of before and making new friends I was off to my next destination: Bucharest! Thanks again Mihai for the good times and looking after me. 

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Back in Australia – Perth WA

So, I started writing this blog a few weeks ago on our return but got so caught up returning to our “normal” life I kept forgetting to finish it.

Our journey back to Western Australia would see us stopover in Sydney to go through customs and board our connecting flight to Perth, unfortunately our flight out of Hawaii was delayed 2 hours which meant we missed our connecting flight and had to spend the night in Sydney. As it was a fault with the airline they supplied meals and a hotel. We weren’t too bothered as one of the benefits of travelling so much is you get accustomed to little hang ups like this. I had already committed to turning up to train at the Submission factory the next day so was a little bummed I wasn’t going to get as much rest as I had planned. Being just on Australian soil again felt a little weird and the kids were amazed at the smallest things such as everyone sounding like us again hahaha.

The Jet-Lag struggle was real!

The next morning, we got up at 4:30am so we could get to the airport and make our 6am flight back to Perth. Feeling quite tired we arrived back in Perth at around 10am, we were met at the airport by Dee’s mum. Both Lilly and Kobe couldn’t contain themselves as we walked down to pick up our bags running and jumping all over her. We somehow managed to fit the 5 bags and us into the car and headed home. I jumped straight into getting our car back up and running which had been sitting in the garage with the battery removed while we were away. Unfortunately, we still had to jump start it and for a few days it was a bit of a gamble if it was going to start or not.

Fun Times

The plan for the next couple of weeks was to spend a few days in Perth training and getting ready for Christmas, something we hadn’t organised for and it was only a few days away. We were then heading to my parent’s place in Leschenault where we would spend Christmas before heading back to Perth and then back home to Newman. That first night back in WA I headed to up to the Sub factory where I was able to share a few things that I had learnt during our trip. It was great to catch up with everyone some even traveling around an hour to come and hang out with us.

Sharing some of the things I learnt with the crew at the Sub Factory

A couple of days later we headed down to my parent’s place, the kids couldn’t wait to see my Mum and Dad. The days around Christmas were spent either at the beach, water skiing or just lazing around. We headed out water skiing after Christmas, something that I had spent a lot of my time doing at this time of year as a kid. Lilly was able to get up Skiing on around her 5th pull which for anyone is an amazing achievement that pays tribute to her determination, balance and strength. Dee also made it up but just couldn’t stay up ?. We spent the entire day out on the water which was fantastic even if we did succumb to the intense Aussie sun and got a little burnt.

Great day out on the water

After almost a week of not training it was starting to feel a little weird as it was the longest time I had gone without training since my rib had healed at the start of our trip. We left Leschenault and headed back to Perth to get some more training in and get the things we needed before taking the 12 hr drive back home to Newman. As most of the gyms closed around this time of year I made a few phone calls and ended up driving back down to Rockingham to train at The Arena with Jamie Morrison and the guys there. Jamie had helped me out earlier in our trip with putting us into contact with Robert Drysdale who would allow us to take part in his World Masters Camp. We had a few great days training down with the guys at the Arena and Lilly and Kobe even got to get a class in which they loved.

The Arena

Grappling Technics

We also visited Brandon at Kaizen Lab BJJ and Leigh at Grappling Technics a few times where I also got to catch up with the person who introduced me to the art Gerald Burton-Batty, who was visiting from Melbourne. I didn’t get to visit them previously before I left but it was great to catch up and see how strong their clubs were going. I managed to get in a session with Stacey Wilson. We had some great rolls and was happy to share with him some of the things I had learnt while away. After a couple of hours of training Stacey surprised me, by promoting me to Brown Belt.

Kaizen Lab

Getting Promoted to Brown Belt by Stacey Wilson

We had planned on leaving on Saturday morning but after Cleve Williams gave me a call to let me he was celebrating the new venue of his academy we decided to postpone our trip back…. After 6 months what was one more day? It turned out to be a great event and saw people from all over the Perth area and other affiliations come and train together. Even after being super tired from all the training I had been doing that week I rolled from the moment I got there until we left (we were the last ones there). It was so good catching up with everyone and I’m sure the new place with be a huge success.

It’s really unusual for Cleve to talk this much :)

Cutting the Cake at the new Imperial Jiu-Jitsu location

We headed home to pack for the long journey back north to Newman, after all this adventure I don’t think any of us were quite ready for it to end yet… I’m sure our next adventure won’t be too far away ?

-Woody

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Kherson Ukraine

Greetings From Kherson Ukraine! (26 July – 1 August 2017)

Kherson Ukraine was not a place I would ever figure of visiting before this trip. I’ve never heard of the small harbour town and it’s quite out of the way. When I was asked where else I was visiting when I was in Kiev I told the guys I was heading to Kherson next and they all asked the same thing, why?  Because the BJJ Globetrotter community was asking to come visit, that’s why. I forget where I was, somewhere in Germany I think, and the new Globetrotters article came out featuring some new Matsurfing ads. I always read the articles and look at the new Matsurfing ads to see where there’s an offer I could maybe take advantage of and plan out the Odyssey to head that way. As it happens I was just working out the details for eastern Europe at the time and I needed to figure out a stop between Kiev and Chisinau Moldova. Kherson was perfect. I sent off a message to Bogdan and we quickly put it together.

I left Kiev in the afternoon on an overnight train. The majority of people, both on the train and as staff in the train station, didn’t speak any English so finding the train and my exact room and seat was a bit awkward. I had my ticket printed out at the hostel so I would have a paper copy to show them and help me out, this was very useful especially when I didn’t know how long my phone would hold out on this trip. I got to the station, showed the first staff member I saw my paper and asked “Where’s the train to Kherson?” he responded with “Ah, Kherson!” and ushered me to the track and handed me off to two other staff members, one brought me to the proper cart and gave me hand signals on how to find my room. I climbed into the train, which was boiling inside as there were no fans, and with my backpack taking up all of the narrow hallway I slowly and awkwardly made me way to find my seat was already taken.

The sleeping car I was supposed to have a bed in was full with a family of very big women that didn’t speak any English. I showed them my ticket and they keep making signs to me to go to another room. I didn’t understand what they were saying and tried showing them my ticket and pointing to the seat a few times, only to get a bunch of Ukrainian and shooing me away. I, in true Canadian fashion told them “I sorry” but I don’t understand. While standing in hall waiting for a staff member to come by and hopefully sort this situation out I stood listening to the women make fun of me and laugh away repeating and mockingly saying “I’m sorry, oh I’m sorry!” I decided to ignore them. As it happens the room next to where I was supposed to be staying had an elderly couple in it and the husband spoke English. He explained to me that the women had their mother with them and she was supposed to be in the room with him but decided they would take over the room and my spot and that I should take her bed instead. In his opinion I was better off in the car with him and his wife rather than be around the, as he put it “special people”. I agreed, not because of how they treated me while trying to figure out seating but because they were sweating away in the sweltering train and all smelling really bad, I couldn’t imagine sleeping in that room with them.

The rest of the transit to Kherson was actually quite pleasant. I sat with the elderly couple, whose names I forget and I feel really badly about that, and the husband filled me in on all sorts of history facts and the trains and Ukraine and Russia. One interesting thing he was telling me was that certain old tracks in eastern Ukraine require the train to pull into a station, have the cart taken off the frame and attached to a new frame before continuing on. Apparently the train tracks in Russia are a different dimension than the rest of Europe. I found some more information about the different train track widths but I couldn’t find any articles on switching the cars on to different frames. During the entire trip the train would stop at each station for a good half hour as we waited the the train coming in the opposite direction the pass since there was only one track. This meant the only cooling breeze to keep the heat down would stop and it would become a sweltering heat box again. Over night the loud speakers of the train stations would wake me up over and over making these stops really annoying. But it also gave time for the husband to tell me the history of the area, what soviet industry or military buildings used to be around back when he was a kid and what the stop used to be for back then instead of just picking up passengers now. It was quite the educational travel.

In the evening it was tea time and although I brought with me some snacks for the trip it was nothing like the rest of passengers, the elderly couple I was sharing the room with in particular. They pulled out all sorts of biscuits and fruits and other food and set themselves up a meal, of which they offered me a piece of every single thing they pulled out. The biscuits I could not escape, they would not have me declining trying them out, which happened to be half a dozen of each type, tea biscuit, wafer, some sort of wheat cracker, etc. There was a story for each of these as well, eating them as kids, or they were a local favourite or only made in Ukraine, it was a great experience taking this night train, meeting this couple and sitting and taking part in them sharing their food and telling their the histories. In the morning the man gave me a piece of newspaper with his name and number on it and told me if I ever needed any help to call him, I wish I had the thought to write it down in my book as I lost it and now I have this wonderful story of him and his wife without their names. What ever your name is, thank you for your help and stories and sharing your biscuits, it made the long uncomfortable train ride a great unforgettable one!   

Staying With Bogdan

Bogdan was waiting for me when the train got into the station and after meeting each other we were off to catch a bus back to his place. I was his first guest, after all I did send him a message only 2 days after the Matsurfing post was out, and although they have had other guests to the club I would be the first being hosted by him. Bogdan’s English was pretty good and although he’s a bit quiet, maybe even shy, he was a great host and we talked about all sorts of things the whole time. He would ask about how I promote my trip online and how to better promote the club since it’s still relatively new, or how I was able to sort out being able to travel as I do. As Ukraine was in a heat wave when I showed up we hung out inside quite a bit, both being pale skinned people that burn easily, so we had a lot of time to chat about all sorts of topics. On the few times it was safe enough to go outside and not catch fire he showed me around the town, parks and waterfront. It was a great experience being in Kherson, even on the days we did little else but sit on our computers and talk. I was away from the city, away from all the tourists and tourist hot spots. When we did walk around town is was the real Ukraine I was seeing, with old soviet era buildings, not dressed up to sell to tourists. The people were different too. For one very few of them spoke English so I was grateful to have Bogdan around to help me, and the attitude was different too, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was one of the few spots I’ve been to that I felt I really got to experience living there.

 

One day Igor made me homemade Borscht to welcome me to Kherson, just another example of the hospitality.

One day Bogdan and friends of his and I took the train out of town to an area that apparently used to be a desert is is now a huge forest. After walking for half an hour or more we came to these lakes that the locals believe have magically properties. the train ride itself was an interesting adventure. It’s an hour or so to get out to this field and throughout the train ride women laden with baskets full of fruits and vegetables and random trinkets they were selling would be walking up and down the train cars. At some point we saw one woman walk by arms full with bushels of vegetables then come back 15 minutes later now with jars of honey she had recently acquired. We could only guessed she traded the vegetables for the honey she was now trying to sell. It was an interesting market culture to see and made the long boring train ride a lot more entertaining. It was a grey day when we got to lakes, with the sun poking out from behind rain clouds all day, but it was nice enough to go have a refreshing swim in the salt lakes and cover ourselves in the mud. The lakes are said to have healing powers and truth be known I had a planters wart starting on my foot that miraculously vanished after this swim!

 

Left over Varenyky from Granny, I'm pretty sure Bogdan brought 2 plates worth home from her place.

Another day Bogdan brought me over to ‘granny’s house’ for supper. Supper was, as I was told, going to be Varenyky, Ukrainian dumplings (he Ukrainian version of pirogi) homemade by Granny herself. Supper actually ended up being three courses of so much food I had to bring some back to Bogdan’s because I couldn’t eat it all. A salad to get things started then fried ground chicken patties and sliced potatoes which in itself was meal, then finally the Verenyky which was piled high on a plate for me. After all this Bogdan asked if I wanted pancakes, pancakes?! It ends up there are many typos of pancakes and in Ukraine they make them as a dessert. I had to pass on them I was so full, which meant he brought a bunch home with us. I like to eat as much as the next Panda but trust me, you will never have an appetite big enough to take on a Ukrainian grandmother’s cooking, she will tap you out every time. It was great meeting Bogdan, thank you for taking me in and showing me around and having Granny feed me, until we meet again my friend!

I should also note that all the photos I used of the club training and of us at the lakes were taken by Bodgan who’s let me use them for this article, thanks for the awesome pics dude!

The Sights

As I said Kherson is a small town so I have limited pictures but here’s some of us walking around through the park and seeing the monuments.

 

 

 

 

 

The harbourfront.

In the park they had all kinds of inflatable castles and electric toy cars. They were only for kids though...

An old Soviet communications tower, forget what it's for now, probably cell phones.

Bogdan took shots of his friend and I covered in the miracle mud at the lakes. locals would come put the mud on their joints and other areas that were bugging them convinced it would fix them, they would even fill up jar with the water and bring it home to use.

The magic lakes.

Covering myself in magic mud to make myself stronger!

As always you and can over to see my Flickr Account where I have more photos from this and all my other visits.

 

 

 

 

Skif BJJ 

 

The club Bogdan trains at, Skif BJJ, is one of the most devoted clubs I have met, not because they train all the time or are huge competitors, quite the opposite in fact. It’s because despite being in such a secluded place without anyone to teach them they decided to start a BJJ club and learn mainly as those back in Canada first started, by watching videos and drilling what they see. The power of YouTube is what created this club and the power of the BJJ Community have helped them continue, but it’s their devotion as all white belts to come together and start training and learning the slow and hard way and work together to keep the gym going. One night they asked that I teach them some things, as this was one of my first classes I taught I was still a bit at a lost for putting together a full set of techniques to show them so I was more just winging it and showing how I do certain things that they were asking about, like and Q & A session. We had a great time training together, the club isn’t big enough to have separate classes from kids and adults so everyone trains together in the same class which means one minute I’ll be manhandled by a huge guy and then next I’ll be a climbing toy to one of the kids as he tries to get on my back and attack me with an RNC.

 

 

 

The club trains out of an old community center that they have a room in the top floor of, it’s an old building and when I was there there were a lot of renovations being done but the club had to fix up the room they use themselves. Although I have been in more dive clubs than Skif BJJ they are far from the mural painted flashy gyms you see in the big cities boasting their affiliations or black belt professors, they are a humble club with a humble beginning. They are a group not about flash but technique and although I’m sure they will one day have their gym complete with all new mats and equipment they don’t show up to take selfies and look good, they show up to train Jiu-Jitsu. Added to the fact they accept all visitors and are eager to learn from everyone they are a great place to visit for no nonsense, no ego training. Thank you guys for letting me come train with you, I look forward to watching the club evolve.

 

 

 

 

Igor and Bogdan

After class one day I managed to make an interview with Bogdan and Igor, talking about how the club got started, how long they’ve been training together and how they keep it going. Igor does everything he can to make ends meet and keep the club open, and it’s the dedication of the rest of the club helping out that makes this club so special and able to run without any senior belts around. Bogdan is new to the sport, only a few months of training and already hooked on Jiu-Jitsu. As he says in the interview, he was a shy person until he got into BJJ and now he’s offering strangers like me to come stay at his place to train with the club. It’s amazing what Jiu-Jitsu has done to these guys in Kherson and a prime example of the interesting people I meet on this amazing odyssey. Thank you both for having me over into your house, gym and Jiu-Jitsu family.

 

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After an awesome time seeing ‘true’ Ukraine in Kherson away from the big city of Kiev it was time to take a bus off to Moldova where I would be visiting the city of Chisinau.

Until next time,

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