Things have been a little whack-a-doodle these last couple of weeks. I haven’t been in a place physically or mentally to write anything of substance. One of the reasons is that Donna has had some medical problems that we needed to pay close attention to. She told me she was seeing a thick line of…
Author: Lance Harrison
I am a "Life Artist". I create music, art, theatre, drama, and comedy in my daily existence. I consider myself to be one of the luckiest people on this planet! My dreams come to fruition regularly. There is a certain freedom in my basic anonymity yet I am known by many. I currently live with my wife and partner, Donna, on an island in the middle of nowhere in a country few even think about.
(67) Raid on Om Beach
Life was good. We had moved into “Om House” in the jungle and were quite friendly with our landlords. Although we seldom saw her husband, Sukuru, Showme would come over and smoke a beedie with Donna. They talked and laughed as they told each other stories of the day. And there were always plenty of…
(66) “Om House”
Stephan informed us he and Rene were soon to be moving out of the little jungle hut behind the beach. It would be a significant upgrade for us to move out of the “Love Shack.” They invited us to see the hut and meet the family. To get to the hut, we walked around the…
(65) Om Beach!
We made it back to the guesthouse and had a thali, smoked some chillums, and played some music. Eventually we were tired enough to try and sleep through the noise of the kitchen next to us. It was difficult but we managed. The following morning, we decided that it was time to take the journey…
(64) Gokarna, Music, & Shiva
Back on a bus after magic and fun with the busking children, we looked out the window. We passed more jungles, farms, small temples, and cows, and caught a view of the sea in the distance. I struck up a conversation with another traveler who knew Gokarna and the availability of rooms. She said that…
(63) Planes, Tuk-Tuks, and Busses
The aircraft was not small, but it certainly wasn’t a 747. It was large enough to shuttle a reasonable number of people from Israel to Cairo on their way to India. This included Christian tourists who had visited the Holy Land and were now going to the pyramids. Also on the plane were ex-soldiers just…
(62) New Year ’94, Leaving Israel
We had awakened after our evening with the Magician’s son, said our goodbyes, and made our way to Tel Aviv to visit and stay with our friend, Daniel Ben Tal. Daniel, a journalist, was once featured in a LIFE magazine article about the “7-day war.” Having met him through Rainbow, he was a pivotal contributor…
Epic Trip to America
This is going to take a while, so you might as well grab your beverage of choice and get comfortable as I recount our latest journey around the world! Eleventh of May – Preparation Donna and I prepared for the journey to the States, weighing our bags to stay under the allotted 20 kilos of…
“Fai Faa” our electric 3-wheel scooter
“The Beast,” our old Chinese motorbike, has seen its better days. It would sit in the little shed we had made to cover it for weeks before I would use it. When I did need to ride it, it would be really difficult to get it started. This is because the added dyes to the…
(61) Ben Yehuda and the Magician’s Son
People were still a little upset that the first bus after Shabbat had arrived, opened and closed its doors, and left without any of the waiting passengers. Donna and I laughed between us, knowing we weren’t supposed to be on that bus. We had just been kicked out on Christmas Day in Jerusalem from the…