Waterkeeping in Beijing

Once again I’m back on the train. This time from Hangzhou to Shanghai. Seems like this is the only time I have to concentrate for more than 15 minutes. We’ve been having an incredible time, and all this running around leaves us both exhausted at the end of the day. Of course after dinner is the time I plan on sitting down to write, so it gets put off ‘till the morning, which starts earlier than expected and so the cycle continues until we’re back on the train. So enough with the prologue, let’s get back to the story.

For Saturday we had arranged to join the local Waterkeeper group for a river walk along the South Beijing Canal. They had even arranged for a translator to help us our as well. Andrew is an American student doing some research and work with the environmental NGO community in Beijing. He’s actually a Virginian as well (Arling-xandria area).
As we walked out to the main road to catch a cab Andrew introduced us to the joys of Beijing roadside cuisine. Skip the carts & mobile stands, but pop into any interesting looking food stall or open garage bay and you’ll be presented with some mysterious culinary masterpiece. It’s not gourmet, but these hard working cooks take pride in what they turn out. If you have no idea what to order, it helps to simply smile & look American. Chances are they’ll pull out a sample of their best dish and offer it to you. This morning it was meat and vegetable dumplings hot out of the steamer. This had to be the best $1.25 breakfast I’ve ever eaten.
Our cab driver stayed true to form and whisked us around the city with complete abandon. Chinese taxi drivers earn their reputation for having a passionate disregard for road signs, other cars, pedestrians, and any other obstacle that’s unfortunate enough to be in their way. While I never felt like we were in danger, I was glad to have a seatbelt. When the cab dropped us off at the subway station we had gone from running 10 minutes behind schedule to being early by 15 minutes. While we waited for the rest of our team to assemble we kept ourselves entertained by trying to find shelter from the biting wind that was whipping through the city. We knew that it was going to be cold in Beijing in November, but we happened to land in the middle of a major cold snap. The snow on the ground this time of year wasn’t unprecedented, but it was far from a regular occurrence.
As the Waterkeeper volunteers arrived Andrew kept us in the loop with the conversation and the rest of the guys flexed their English skills, happy to have the opportunity to practice. Before we knew it there were a dozen of us heading off to the river where we were met by a group of about 15 students who were joining us today to learn about environmental issues and what they can do to be part of the solution.
The South Beijing River runs in concrete banks for dozens of miles (maybe 100’s). This once wild waterway has been transformed into a frightening metropolitan drainage that collects water from everything from factories to the runoff from the outdoor markets that fill dirt lots around the city. While we did some ducks pausing for rest on it’s surface, this is not a river I’d want to jump into. Judging from the caution used in collecting water samples, I don’t think that I was alone in this opinion.
We spent about 2 hours along the banks of the canal, taking pictures of sketchy pipes and debris piles, collecting water samples, and talking to the students about why we do what we do. All in all is was a great way to connect with the local community and see a part of the city that we would never have experienced. Oddly enough it made Beijing feel more familiar by breaking down the colossal metropolis to one of it’s core challenges - water. Societies around the world share these challenges. How do we get enough clean water to meet our needs? What do we do with the water we use? What do we do when we get too much water all at once? Today Beijing was dealing with all of these, and the Waterkeepers were there to see how the city was meeting the challenge. If the bright colors of the test tubes in our water testing kit are any indication, they’ve got some work to do.
Towards the end of our walk Xian, one of the Waterkeeper staff members I had been e-mailing with, arranged for us to have dinner with Wang Yangson, arguably the most influential environmental activist in China. This is the same woman who I was supposed to meet yesterday, so I was doubly grateful for the opportunity to get together and explain the snafu. But we’re not meeting Yangson until 8:00 and we’ve got a whole afternoon to run around the city. We ask Andrew for directions to a good outdoor market and he points us toward the Dirt Market. Sounds like it fits right into our budget, and one of the volunteers even offers to get us there. Perfect!

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Hu are you going around Beijing with?

I had found “Mary” on-line at Infohub.com when searching for guides for Beijing. In a slew of corporate web sites hers was simple and unassuming. Our e-mail exchanges had been friendly, and she seemed like the perfect person to show us the capital city. So when the phone rang at 7:15 and she asked if we could head out at 9:30 we were happy to oblige. When Jason realized that his camera had not made it to Beijing we seized the opportunity to head out into the city on our own, do a little shopping, and then hit the sights. When she called at 9:25 to tell us that she was not in fact going to be our guide, but that her buddy “Hu” would be taking us around we were still cool with the whole gig. By the end of the day we would be questioning the wisdom of our choices, but in the end I still think we did the right thing. Hopefully there’s some wisdom in this post for you no matter where you travel. If you’re going to Beijing I’ll break that wisdom down really clearly... “Don’t let your guide take you anywhere they make things.” You’ll understand why, trust me. But for now let’s start where our day did... at the Forbidden City.
Jason was out in the courtyard when Hu showed up at the hostel. I walked out into their conversation and almost started a “Hu’s on first” discussion introducing myself to the man now known as “Bill”. Soon we were out the door and headed to the day’s premier destination, the Forbidden City. Coming from the North we actually went in through the out door and thus started our tour with fewer tourists milling about as they were all still up at the front of the complex, over 900 meters, and several massive palaces, away. As we made our way past the concubines quarters (“28 to the East, 28 to the West - must have balance”), and wandered into the Palace of Heavenly Enlightenment, or was is Enlightened Journey to Heaven, or maybe Enlightened Peaceful Tranquility, well you get the idea... anyway wandering through the Forbidden City feels like you’ve moved onto a technicolor fantasy land of Pagoda architecture. And being there literally took our breath away. At least a dozen times during our first hour there Jason or I would turn to the other and state the obvious “We’re actually IN the Forbidden City” which sounded somewhat profound every time, as it was an acknowledgement that we were in fact comfortably making our way through a massive complex that was, until fairly recently, accessible only to the hand picked servants of Chinese Emperors. And back then that wasn’t necessarily a great gig since there was no “Out door” on the Forbidden City. Once you’re in you’re in... unless you’re the Emperor. Which you’re not.
Coming from North to South each palace and temple we came to opened up to an even more impressive one behind it. This place literally goes on forever. We spent about 2 hours here, and saw a fraction of the grounds. The crowds also grew thicker as we progressed. Many of the temples were not open to the public, but you could see in past the roped off open doors. Each of these gateways became a sea of humanity as tourists (mostly Asian) swarmed like bees to a hive to get a glimpse and a picture of the fasting room or the wedding room, or the palace where the Emperor had his tea in the morning and got the debrief from his advisors. The nice thing about being 6’3” in a world of smaller people is that the views are pretty good, even from the back of the pack... and it’s easier to get past people when they turn sideways to look up at you.
I could go on to try to describe the architecture of the Forbidden City, but to save us both a couple thousand words, why don’t I just leave that to the pictures. In addition to those included here, you can see more Forbidden City pics than you could want to at http://gallery.me.com/gonesailin#100224&bgcolor=black&view=grid.
One stop we did make in the middle of the City was to see the Last Emperor’s nephew at the Forbidden City Calligraphy studio. As Bill handed us a cup of tea and sank into the background, the “resident guide” began a major league sales pitch. He was barely convincing as he went into the deeper meaning of spending $300 on a piece of paper written on by the Emperors most direct and ancient relative. We managed to ignore his professions that the royal nephew’s eminent death would escalate values, and escape from this particular lions den unscathed. Our abrupt departure did seem to piss him off a little, but maybe it was that we were drinking his tea, or that my backpack caught on the door. Certainly he couldn’t have been looking at the two of us and thinking “Jackpot!”
As we continued out through the main gateway Palace and under the famed Meridian Gate both Jason and I were speechless. Standing in front of the massive red wall with Mao’s gigantic face smiling down on us we did what any reasonable tourist would do... we posed for a picture. As Bill worked our camera, it was soon obvious that he was not the only one taking our picture. Several dozen Chinese tourists packed in to get a shot of these two big American guys standing before the Chairman’s benevolent eyes.
Next we were off to Tiananmen Square. We all know Tiananmen as the place where that guy stood in front of the tank in 1989. However, the Chinese prefer to talk about other aspects of the square’s history and importance. Just last week it was the site of a major National Day celebration. The massive outdoor television screens were still in place to attest to this (As is the massive internet firewall that's keeping me from posting any of this on my blog site in real time). Out in the middle of the Square, you start to get a feel for how massive a space this is, but there’s no meaningful perspective to work with. Everything here is gigantic. That is, except for the people. As we approached the Great Hall of the People we were flagged down by a couple of groups of Chinese tourists who wanted to have me pose for pictures with them. Everyone was quite friendly and polite. Even though none of us could speak the other’s language, I did feel more like a D-list celebrity than a side show freak. I fully understand that nobody here is going to mistake me for a local, so I’d rather they find me interesting than odd.
We hopped in a cab as we left Tiananmen behind and made one last stop before lunch. Bill wanted to show us the furniture studio where they produced all of the furniture for the Forbidden City. Stepping out of the cab we slipped through an indiscreet side door and into an entranceway alley lined with pictures of furniture, and of world leaders sitting on furniture. We were soon greeted by the “local guide” for the studio and led back to the gallery rooms. I was hoping to see more of the craftsman’s area, but in hindsight that wasn’t going to happen. Once again Bill sort of wandered off as our lovely new guide showed us around the courtyard and the showrooms that surrounded it. The furniture was stunning, and the craftsmanship incredible. Fortunately all of it was so far beyond our price range that it wasn’t even a little bit tempting when she offered to ship a chest of drawers, or a throne home for us.
In the last room, beside the 8 foot intricately carved room divider was an array of groovy carved trinkets and stone pieces. We had read repeatedly that you should drive a pretty hard bargain with everybody in this city, but for some reason both Jason and I chose to ignore this advice. For me this proved to be a good thing as I simply turned down the opportunity to buy a $25 wooden horse cell phone charm for Grace. Jason on the other hand walked out of there pretty stoked with a set of door knockers to match the ones on the doors of the Forbidden City. His purchase assuaged my misplaced guilt, and we were out the door and off to lunch.
Back in the cab we decided that since we were in Peking (aka Beijing), we should have the Peking Duck. Bill took us to what he described as the 2nd best duck in the city. “There is one that is better, but it is very expensive.” While Jason and Bill went inside to order, I borrowed Bill’s phone to contact the local Waterkeeper folks. Much to my surprise, they had been expecting me to arrive at their offices that morning, and were a bit put off by my calling at lunch time. Apparently a couple of e-mails had arrived in my mailbox since I had last checked my account in Chicago. Duly chastised, I made arrangements to contact my interpreter for the next day and apologized profusely for my unintentional rudeness. As I walked back into the restaurant Jason could tell that something was bothering me. That unease was quickly erased by a fantastic lunch of dumplings and Peking Duck. Jason had never eaten duck before, & I’ve never had one that tasted like this. Sweet and tangy flavors infused the tender meat which was surrounded by a light, crispy skin. This we dipped into a fantastic black bean sauce, placed in thin rice wafer wraps and rolled with celery to make a small handful of edible heaven. The dumplings were great too, but you can get great dumplings at every roadside stand in Beijing. The star of the show was definitely our beautiful duck.
Now fully re-fueled we were off to our next destination, the silk factory. But first we had to take a quick stop at the ATM. Lucky for Bill he found one right across the street from the studio where he works as an art and calligraphy instructor. Before re-loading our wallets we went upstairs to check out his work. Both Jason and I ended up with one of Bill’s paintings at a price we were assured was well below market value, and he whipped up a couple of very cool calligraphy pieces for us which were the only free things we had seen since the tea at the Forbidden City.
At the Silk Factory, once again we were met at the door by a pretty young guide who would show us around the place. Here the sales pitch didn’t wait long. We spent about 5-10 minutes learning about silkworms, their cocoons, and the machines they use to harvest the threads. This part of the tour was pretty cool. Soon though we were led into the comforter making area, or the fake comforter making area where we were able to stretch the silk cocoons out to make a layer of silk for one of their very fine silk comforters. At this point we hit full sales pitch and started looking for the door. Our guide picked up on this and led us away from the comforters and into department store sized sales floor of all things silk. Bill of course had slipped away again, but as soon as I found him we rounded up and hit the exit. At this point I explained that we were NOT here for shopping, but to see the city. I had picked an independent tour guide to avoid these types of scams, but apparently the web site was built to appeal to just that market. Bill was a nice guy, but it was obvious that part of his job was to deliver us, and our wallets, to a certain number of living infomercials pitched as artisans studios.
Our last stop of the day was the Temple of Heaven. Fortunately we had hightailed it out of the Silk Factory in time to make it through the gates before they locked up for the day. This was more like it. The Temple of Heaven is where the Emperor would go once a year to pray for a good harvest. This was an elaborate multi-day ceremony, and the temple grounds are just as elaborate. Multiple gates lead to multiple temples each with a specific purpose in preparing for the main ceremony which is held on top of the a nine story circular plaza, the top of which even the Emperor was not allowed into as it was reserved for the Gods. Sacrifices of livestock, jade, and gold were burned on massive jade pedestals, and a 27 meter flag pole was managed by a color guard team that coordinated the multiple players throughout the ceremony.
The Temple of Heaven itself is a beautiful round building intensely decorated in vibrant colors and so full of symbology that I can’t even begin to describe it. Once again, I’ll defer to pictures. Besides those below, you can see more at . http://gallery.me.com/gonesailin#100228&bgcolor=black&view=grid
On the way in and out of the Temple grounds I did have a couple of great experiences with the locals. Bill grabbed a giant calligraphy brush out of a small pot of water on the way in and started writing on the stone blocks that make up the walkways on the Temple grounds. A small crowd gathered to compliment him on his style, and soon they were asking me to give it a shot. While my calligraphy is certainly in a different realm than Bill’s, I was told that it was in fact legible (which is a decent way to describe my handwriting in English). Like I said, better interesting than odd.
On the way out through the grounds, there were several groups of people playing hacky sack with what was basically a weighted badminton birdie. One of the guys popped a shot over to me and signaled me to jump into the game. After a few minutes of play I felt that I had held my own, and knew that Bill was ready to call it a day. Of course the guy I was playing with offered to sell me the birdie, which I bought for less than a dollar, and felt like it was the best purchase I had made all day.
To wrap up our day Bill insisted that we go to the Tea Shop to have a cup of tea, see the traditional tea ceremony, and rest after a long day on the run. He even prefaced this with “You don’t pay. You’re my friends.” Of course, as soon as the tea ceremony started, so did the sales pitch. And this time we were sampling the goods. And they were good. These girls make a great cup of tea... and will tell you all about the cup, the tea, and the different pots they use to brew it. After a half dozen cups of several varieties of brews we were off wandering the store, followed constantly by sweet young girls offering to wrap anything we wanted to send home to our loved ones. I was just about to escape when I saw Jason at the counter with his credit card out. What they hell, he owed me a little money from his camera purchase earlier in the day right? “Hey, can you put this on your card too?” “Yeah, no problem.” Boom. There you go. That’s how you spend waaaaaay too much on tea. If credit cards don’t feel like real money, then someone else’s credit card, that you’ve already paid for feels even less like real money. A perfect combination that cost me real money that I am still kicking myself for. I won’t tell you how much I spent on that tin of tea (enough that they threw in a free one). Not out of vanity, but because it will probably end up as a gift to someone who may read this.
Exhausted and well harvested we hit the street once again, looking for a cab to take us back to the hostel. It took a while to find one, but soon we had bid a fond farewell to Bill (who insisted that he only worked for tips and that Mary kept the whole guide fee). Back at the hostel we grabbed a couple of cold beers from the fridge to nurse our wounds (50 cents each) and chatted with our fellow travelers until well past dinner time. By the time we headed off to bed we had discovered that Wild Bill’s Chinese Highway Robbery Tour was a veritable right of passage for the newly initiated Chinese traveler. It seems that everyone had their own version of this story, and that in the grand scheme of things we hadn’t been beaten up too badly. I’d like to think that we paid for an education as well as the overpriced teas and trinkets sitting in our luggage. I’ve already put it to work on a couple of other purchases (including ones I didn’t make), and can barely feel that ache in my back pocket anymore.

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Destination China

As I write this I’m speeding along the tracks from Beijing to Hangzhou at over 165km/h. I could do the conversion, but suffice to say it’s a fast train. Even has one of those fancy bullet noses. Before I start in with the real trip description entries, I wanted to explain that in the last 4 days Jason and I have been overwhelmed more times than I can count. Our days have been packed full with wonderful people, incredible sights, unique experiences, and the bizarre perspective of operating in a completely foreign world that is somehow pretty accommodating. What this means to you if you choose to keep reading is that I’m afraid that I will fall short of capturing the full depth of the individual experiences that China has blessed us with thus far. I’ll do my best, and I appreciate your interest in our adventures.

It was 5 days before our flight when it hit me that my buddy Jason and I were headed to China and had literally no concrete plans for our 2 week trip. I had sketched out a plan a couple of months ago, and we’d bought plane tickets. But after that my attention was diverted to a tough re-election campaign for my seat on the Northampton Board of Supervisors (which by the way, I lost).
So here I was in the aftermath of 8 weeks of chaos trying to tie up the loose ends that had escaped my attention around the house, the office, and the rest of my life, and BOOM - you’re going to China in 5 days. So where to start?
First things first, we’d need a place to stay when we got off the plane. I had looked into a hostel right next to the Great Wall and that seemed like the perfect spot... except that it was a train ride away from the airport and we were landing at night. Knowing we’d be tired and jet-lagged, and locally illiterate, I figured we’d need a better option. So I booked us a couple of nights at the “Sitting on the City Walls Guest House”. This would prove to be a fortuitous decision as the rest of our trip unfolded. By the time we were 3 days out I could honestly tell Jason that we had a plan, and that I thought it was a pretty good one. Sure, there were gaps, but we’d figure them out, right?
Getting ready to fly out, I was a little surprised at midnight when I realized that there really wasn’t anything left to do but get to the airport. I was packed, had my ticket and passport, and didn’t have too many fires that I thought would flare up while I was gone. Sara was even kind enough to take me to the airport, which is HUGE when the flight leaves at 7:00am.
Of course the flight out of Norfolk was delayed just enough to make me nervous about missing the flight to Tokyo... and they hadn’t ticketed me for that one at check-in. A few frantic text messages to Jason to let him know the deal killed the better part of the 45 minutes we waited on the tarmac for the pilots to figure out where we were.
Running off the plane and into the airport I see Jason standing there with a big grin on face and a pack full of gear. “Dude... we’re going to China!” (as long as we get on the plane)
Fortunately our connection was 4 gates down. Not only did I get on the plane, I scored an exit row seat. Thank God! I was not looking forward to 14 hours tucked between two linebackers in row 37.
The exit row proved to be more than just good leg room. It was an a perfect excuse for Jason and I to use the area around the door as our own private sky lounge. On a flight where several people never left their seats, we had a great hang out spot with a window on one side, and the flight attendant’s station on the other.
The food was actually pretty good, I managed to take a couple of good naps, and the flight attendants were always a step ahead of us whenever we finished a round of beers in our improvised sky lounge. Over the course of the flight we were able to look out and see most of Canada, Alaska, Siberia, and Japan. All of these except for Japan looked like undulating sheets of white as we flew over snow covered mountains, glaciers, and frozen rivers & lakes. You know how sometimes the clouds look like a white ocean from above? Well SIberia looks like the earth trying to look like the clouds that look like a white ocean.
Our stop in Tokyo was brief and consisted mostly of a pass through security where they took the drinks we had purchased in the Chicago airport and then a quick sushi dinner before loading back up for the 4 hour hop to Beijing.
As the plane touched down in Beijing we couldn’t help but notice that the signs we cruised past showed familiar logos surrounded by the characters of an alien alphabet. At least we could count on the standouts in international commerce to provide touch points of familiarity in this foreign world. While I have no desire to eat at KFC while in China, it’s nice to know that if you want to buy the world a Coke, you can do it pretty much anywhere in the world.
The Beijing airport is massive, and apparently got a major makeover for the ’08 Olympics. We whizzed through customs and immigration, and the next thing you know we’re on the streets of Beijing. We found a cab and handed him the printout from our hostel, hoping that something on there told him where to go. About 10 minutes into our trip Jason asked “Does he know where he’s going?” It’s not often that I have to answer “Let’s hope so because I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where I’m going. And I don’t know how to ask. But I’m sure it’s cool.”
When the cab driver dropped us off at the end of a dark alley I wasn’t so sure. I don’t understand a word of Chinese, but I’m pretty sure by his inflection that he was asking me if we were in the right place. I nodded and made some hand gestures that I sincerely hope are not offensive here. As he drove off we spotted a little sign that said “Sitting on the city walls” at the entrance to the alleyway. We wandered in and immediately felt like we were in another world.
The area our hostel is in is called a “Hutong”, which basically is Chinese for “ancient network of winding alleys connecting primitive housing, sketchy shops, and public bathrooms.” What moonlight there was was overcome by the eerie glow of the sporatic streetlights reflecting off of the snow covered rooftops and icy streets. Antique bicycles were locked to everything that you couldn’t ride away with, and yippy dogs haunted most of the shadowy corners. From behind battered wooden doors and tattered curtains you could hear the rapid consonants of Chinese dinner conversation.
Rounding a corner we saw the glow of a small red sign over the front door of our new home. After ringing the bell we were led in by a quiet woman who thankfully spoke at least enough English to get us settled in. Following her down the outdoor hallway that led to the main courtyard Jason and I were taken in immediately by the paintings on the walls, the strands of Chinese lanterns strung about, and the vine covered latticed canopy above us.
Stepping though the round red doors into the courtyard, we were immediately impressed with the hand we were dealt. Travelers lounged on comfortable sofas and around dining tables in the soft light of a late evening. Our hostess checked us in with ease and gave us a quick tour of our new home. We had chosen wisely.
After a cold beer and a quick e-mail check we got directions to an all night dinner joint and wandered back out into the snow covered city. I have no idea what the name of our restaurant was, but we figured we were safe when some high school age kids tumbling out took one look at our curious faces staring at the pictures in the window and offered some simple encouragement. “It’s O.K. You’ll like it.” one of them offered as they piled into the car. The laughter from the girl he was with sounded more like she was impressed with his ability to talk to these two big white guys than a hearty laugh at some disaster we were about to walk into. Once again we trusted inflection and headed for the door. I think that we had pork for dinner, but whatever it was, it was great. We knocked down a couple of plates of food and pitcher of hot tea and headed back to the hostel to crash after a long day or two of traveling. Tomorrow morning we had a guide showing up at 7:00 to show us around this booming metropolis of 20 million.

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How old is too old to kayak? Never!

SouthEast Guide Bill just took out our most senior customers ever! Bernei Burgunder, 89, and his wife, Amelie, a sprite 82. They came to Onancock, VA from Bethesda, Md. for the Kick-off of the Birding & Wildlife Festival and signed up for one of Bill's bird-watching tours on Onancock Creek.

Results of the Onancock Challenge Kayak Canoe Race

Held at Harborfest in Onancock on Sept. 12, participants ranged in age from 7 to 85! The race, sponsored by SouthEast Expeditions, featured a 5K and 10K course on Onancock Creek.

This photo shows the start of race and coincidentally, the winners of both the 5K (Will Cumming, left), and the 10K (Frank, age 85, and Dan Havens in the canoe).

Race Results:

5KM

First Place: Frank & Dan Havens

Second Place: Jack Chandler

Third Place: Susan & Charlotte Olmsted

10 KM

First Place: Will Cumming

Second Place Scott Williams

Third Place: Nancy & Craig Vogt

Winner of the Kayak Raffle was Craig Vogt. Kayak donated by SouthEast Expeditions

Steph Ramsay of Onancock designed a really cool race T-shirt for this year, and there are plenty left! Visit SouthEast Expeditions' Sunset Beach location (just north of the Chespeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel Tollbooth) or call 757-331-2680.

Thanks to all the contestants, volunteers and the US Coast Guard Auxiliary for being on the water!

www.sekayak.com has been hijacked. SouthEast Expeditions is now at htp://www.southeastexpeditions.net

Today we have been at the computer rather than in the cockpit, which seems like a waste of a perfectly beautiful day. The reason for all this wasted sunshine is that our website has been hijacked, and we really want you to be able to find us. So... if you want information about SouthEast Expeditions and all that we do, please check back within the next 24 hours at http://www.southeastexpeditions.net That's our new web page, and it should be up and running by lunchtime tomorrow. Thanks for your patience. We look forward to seeing you on the water.
Of course you can always give us a call at (757)-331-2680 as well.

Dave

Almost forgot, the web page that we lost is www.sekayak.com . That's www.sekayak.com . We are hoping that this inconvenience is temporary, and appreciate your patience.

Kayaking and Hang Gliding on the Eastern Shore

There's a new sport on the Eastern Shore of Virginia: Hang gliding! It takes place at Campbell Field, which is on the road to where we launch SouthEast Expeditions' kayak winery tours.

I'm pretty sure Stephanie and Emily from Richmond are the first ones to do both adventures in one weekend. We really should make it a package!

After I took them to historic Chatham Vineyards by kayak, they stopped at nearby Holly Grove Vineyards and met Jonathan's amazing "fainting goats."

The next morning, at the Eastern Shore Hang Gliding Center, a plane towed them in tandem with an instructor to 2,500 feet and then let them go! They spent the next 25 minutes floating silently over the Eastern Shore's farm fields, vineyards and waters.

Their ES adventure weekend also involved biking, visiting Assateague lighthouse and staying at the iconic Rittenhouse Motor Lodge.

Thanks for truly experiencing the Shore, ladies! You are awesome and we'd be honored to have you back. There's still kite-boarding, kayaking to barrier islands and an overnight stay in a watermen's cabin to try! Just give SouthEast a call: 757-331-2680

For more Eastern Shore adventures, visit ESVA Tourism: "You'll love our nature."

Octogenarian kayakers!

We may have had SouthEast's most senior customers ever this weekend on the Onancock Creek Tour! Connie & Bud Bernton, 82 & 83, came down from Bethesda, MD to celebrate their 59th wedding anniversary in Onancock. They'd never been kayaking before, and they loved it!

Kayak to a seaside waterman's cabin

Check out SouthEast Expeditions’ two-night cabin trip, the cover story of the June Virginia Living magazine.

Guests paddle out to a century-old oyster watchhouse on the seaside of the Eastern Shore. It’s basically a rustic cabin on stilts in the middle of the marsh!

By day your paddling guide takes you out to barrier island adventures; at night Dave Burden, the owner of SouthEast Expeditions, prepares gourmet meals to wine and dine you before leaving you to your beds. The cabin sleeps 4-6 people and everything is included: kayaks, gear, guide and food.

For details, go to SouthEast’s website http://www.sekayak.com/VirginiaKayak/Cabin.html Call Dave at 757-331-2680 to book this one-of-a-kind adventure.

Salute our Troops Onancock Creek Kayak tour

SouthEast's Onancock guides Bill (far right) and Mary Burnham took three Navy couples on a tour of Onancock Creek. They were among 52 winners in the Eastern Shore Saute Our Troops B&B Getaway Contest who received complimentary getaways of lodgings, dinners and even massages from our generous hosts.

Thanks for your service to our country!

Aerial video of Onancock Creek

Check out this cool video from an ultra-light flyover of Onancock. It shows the north and central branches featured on the Historic Onancock Creek Tour of this 1680 Colonial port.

Onancock Kayak Tours begin for the season!

SouthEast's guides on the "upper shore", Bill and Mary Burnham, are offering something new this year:

An Onancock Historic Creek Tour at 10 a.m. every Saturday! Of course, folks can still book a trip for any time that suites their schedule from SE's growing itinerary of cool paddling places like Saxis, with a visit to a soft-shell crab shed, the Great Machipongo River from Quinby, the seaside barrier islands, the Eastern Shore Wildlife Refuge, and SouthEast's signature Kayak Winery Tour!

Call (757) 331-2680 to book a trip.

See you on the water!

Winter Kayaking on Onancock Creek

Here's one of my first attempts at kayak-video on an unseasonably warm winter day paddling Onancock Creek. That's Bill paddling to the wharf: the yellow building is Hopkins Bros Store, housing Mallards restaurant. Bill and I looking forward to a great season leading historic tours of our creek for SouthEast Expeditions!

Can't get there from here

There are a few things you should know about the Eastern Shore if you’re going to explore the back roads and dusty lanes that lead to many of the most beautiful spots up and down both coasts of our peninsula, and all points in between. However, for right now I’m going to stick with the basics. We’re going to operate on the assumption that somewhere along the road you’re either going to get lost or hear about some place that you know you’ll never find on your own. When this happens you’re going to need directions. If you need directions, then you’re going to need to understand how the Eastern Shore compass works.
While the rest of the world operates on a simple North, South, East, West template, we like to do things a little differently here on the Shore. North and South are “Up the Road” and “Down the Road” respectively. Down may be pronounced in such a way that it rhymes with “moan”.
East and West are of course “Seaside” and “Bayside”. Think of it as our version of port and starboard. At least it’s better than “river-left” and “river-right”.
Armed with this knowledge, you now have the a major tool to help decipher Eastern Shore directions.

“You want to go up the road a bit until you get to Joan and Larry’s
Then head Seaside through Exmore and take the turn there at the old mall before you get to the bank.
Keep on ‘till the end of the road, and just past EL Willis you’ll see the clam farm on the left.
Once you cross the creek turn around to your left and you’ll see my boat between Mooch's and Little Grub's”

From the lower part of the Shore, this will get you to the harbor in Willis Wharf if you can figure out that “Joan and Larry’s” went out of business a few years ago, and “EL Willis” now has a sign out front that says “Stella’s”.

That’s the other thing about Eastern Shore directions. Quite often the landmarks that are used are things that used to be there. Odds are, if you remember any of these places, you don’t actually need directions to get to where you’re going. But that’s the way things work around here. I guess it helps keep our back roads free of Sunday drivers, or maybe they’re all doing laps at the end of the road in Saxis trying to figure out how to get back across the marsh.

Oh yeah, and don’t trust anyone who gives you driving directions to Tangier.

Wrapped in Plastic

I've been trying to reduce the amount of plastic in my life recently. I know I'm not alone in this endeavor, but I feel like it sometimes. Fortunately for everyone who seems determined to stifle my efforts, there are a couple more who actually work to make it easier.
The guy behind the bar at the Cape Charles Coffee House is a fairly steady presence in my days. His name is Marshall, and though is prone to a good rant from time to time (Dude, where's your blog?) he also remembers the little things that make his customers' lives easier. I mentioned the plastic mission off-hand a few weeks ago while asking for something to stir my coffee with. Now he keeps a spoon in a mug near the cup of plastic stirrers. I don't even have to ask. It's just there. He doesn't even mind if I walk out with my mug every once in a while. He knows it's coming back tomorrow.
My check out lady at the Food Lion today however is a different story. Nice woman, but she just didn't seem to get it. This morning I had noticed the re-usable grocery bags in the pantry and thought "I should throw a couple of those in my truck". Of course that thought vacated my mind as quickly as it had fluttered into it, and I went on about my day.
On my way home, Sara called to ask if I could re-stock our Cabernet cache. The "fancy Food Lion" up the road actually has a decent wine selection so I made a quick pit stop on my way home from our new shop in Quinby.
Approaching the check out lane with my arms full of California's finest, I noticed the strategically placed pile of re-usable bags sitting on the counter. Perfect.
I threw one onto my pile of bottles and promptly lost myself in the tabloid trash headlines next to the candy display.
I looked up to notice the very nice woman behind the counter was placing my new grocery bag into its very own plastic grocery bag. I politely asked her if I could go ahead and use it now. "Of course" she replied and then promptly placed the first of the wine bottles into a plastic bag and then into my new bag.
"The point was to avoid the plastic all together if I can please Ma'am."
"If I don't put these bottles in plastic, they gonna break."
"I'll be careful, I promise. I just really don't want to plastic."
"Whatever."
Now, I know better than to expect world class customer service at a chain grocery store in a town of 400 people. What bugs me is knowing that tomorrow I could repeat the same scenario with the same nice check out lady. And the next day, and the next day. It adds a further level of frustration to recognize that she is actually trying to help me. She's not trying to ruin my day. She wants to make sure that I don't end up sloshing around in a truck full of California Cabernet. She truly believes in the shock absorbing powers of nanometer thick plastic bags. This is actually better than average customer service. Unfortunately the customer is evolving ahead of the service or the store itself.
One of the things that I love about living on the Eastern Shore is that in many ways we are 20-3o years behind the rest of the country. It's not exactly a third world country out here, but it's one of those places that is going to be caught by surprise next month when all of our rabbit ears stop working. Another aspect of Shore living that drew me here is the fact that every life on this peninsula is in some way connected to the water. There are several of my friends who I'll agree to meet somewhere based on the tide clock rather than the time clock.
Given the amount of salt water running through our collective veins, you would think that we would be ahead of the curve on this whole Green Revolution. And we are if you think about it... Who else had re-usable grocery bags at the counter in 1984?

More Fun More Money... and more crap than I can fit in this box.

Every day is an adventure in the outdoor retail world, and today was no different. In the 10 years since we opened the doors at SouthEast Expeditions we have expanded into 4 new sports, dropped 3 of them, opened a huge new store, doubled it in size, closed the big shop, and are now moving all that merchandise into our outpost at the Sunset Beach Resort.
The logic for the move was pretty simple. We were spending too much time managing a break-even retail operation, and not getting to spend enough time on the water. With the advent of on-line retail, and the lack of extra cash in the wallets of our customers, we realized that this was a perfect time to focus on our strengths and have more fun at work. Our motto for the last few years has been "More Fun, More Money". And it's working. By cutting overhead and focusing our energy on marketing opportunities, we're actually figuring out how to make a living doing what we love, and we're expanding our trip catalog all the time to include exciting new adventures all over the Eastern Shore.
Today however, was not a play day. While the wind whipped up the Bay with a steady 25+ kts, I wrestled with shelving units, grid-wall panels, and boxes of inventory that should have either been better organized when we packed them, or left on the street for Goodwill. By the end of the day the shop started to look a little more like a place you might actually want to enter, but we're not at the "Wow! Let me empty my wallet here." stage yet. Give me a couple more days and we'll have the stage set.
Of course this is not the only major project we have going on right now. In addition to renovating the Sunset Beach shop, we're launching a new magazine in 3 weeks, preparing a new trip and mini-retail location in Quinby, building out a trailer for our beach concession in Cape Charles, booking our Kids Kayak Camp, and of course leading kayak tours and teaching kiteboarding classes. Never a dull moment.
So keep you eyes out for exciting things from the crew at SouthEast Expeditions. We're kicking off our season with a HUGE 10 Year Anniversary Party on May 24th, and will keep on rockin' all summer long.

A kiteboarder's take on the debate over competition formats and tours

Aside from helping the manufacturers and sponsors quantify their return on investment, why does it matter to any of us who is crowned the king of kiting? Kiting is an innovative sport with innovative riders doing innovative things with innovative equipment. Why are we trying to cram it into a traditional box? Ask 10 riders "Who's the best kiter?" and you're bound to get a dozen different responses.
Kiteboarding has already lost a number of marquis players to the brutal schedule and tedious demands of competing on the world tours. Lou Wainman, Adam Koch, Martin Vari, and Felix Pivek are a few riders who come to mind when I think about guys who still had tons of room to grow as riders when they dropped the tour limelight. They're still out there, taking the sport and their equipment to new levels. But they're doing it on their terms. I don't even know if Ben Wilson ever competed in a sanctioned event.
I'd like to think that these guys are pushing our sport because they are passionate about kiting, and that the sponsors who have stuck with them understand that. I respect riders who can't stand not kiting when the wind is blowing. Guys who still remember dropping into a perfect wave for the first time. Riders who can still relate to the elation the rest of us feel when we boost a huge air, or land a new trick, or just score a session when we didn't think it would be windy.
But the sponsors still need a way to measure their ROI right? Then let's give them a simple foundation to work from. Look for magazine placements of your logos, and media placements beyond our core publications. Look for mentions of your athlete's names in the forums. Look for the "riders choice" winners at multi-faceted events like the SPI Kite Roundup, the Real Triple S, and the Red Bull Kite Punks (which I just discovered - Thank you YouTube!). These are innovative events being put on by core kite shops that are run by kiters who have worked their asses off to support and build our sport. These are events that reach out to average kiters as well as the pros who are doing things that the rest of us struggle just to understand. By tracking these performance metrics, sponsors can see which riders are pushing the sport, expanding it to new markets, and reaching out to and relating with your customers. Aren't those the goals of sponsoring athletes?
For those riders who think that the only way kiting will be "legit" is to become an Olympic sport, all I can say is that I feel sorry for you. Kiting is legit because it keeps me up at night. It's legit because my friends will drop everything to get out on the water. It's legit because once you've started kiting, you can't comprehend giving the sport up. And if it's not "legit", who cares?
I've had the privilege of riding in beautiful places, and with a few of the guys we see in the magazines. At the end of the day, they're all just like you and me. They're kiters. They don't care who's the best in the world. They care that everyone got the best session today.
A fellow kiter sent me the new Hadlow video today. It blew my mind, but I enjoyed shooting a few pics of my friend kiting under the setting sun last night much more, and I enjoyed my session in the middle of the day even more than the 20 minutes behind the camera. So tonight in front of my computer, the best kiter in my world was Aaron Hadlow. Last night at the Cape Charles beach it was my buddy Erin. Yesterday afternoon it was me. I hope that tomorrow you have the chance to be the best kiter in your world.
The guys on my local kiteboarding forum know I can get a bit long winded, but after reading several pages of PKRA vs. IKA vs. ABC vs. DUI commentary on the various forum pages, I felt like a little perspective is needed on a lot of levels in this sport, or at least the computer surfers do. If kiting is going to continue to grow and succeed, I believe we need potential sponsors to see kiteboarding as a sport that has a very dedicated following of active athletes who live to ride, and who understand that we are so much luckier than all those suckers who sit on the beach and just watch. They also need to see a sport that is somewhat accessible to the rest of the world. If kiting doesn't sell cars, the car companies won't sponsor kiters.
The guys in the red shirts like to say that "Windsurfing's Been Canceled". In reality I think that Windsurfing Committed Suicide. Or at least it wandered off into the desert for a while. Let's not make the same mistake by focusing solely on the tip of the rider pyramid. Kiting allows the average athlete to fly. What could be more legit than that?

SE Kayakers Help Bottle Wine!

Dave (right), owner of SouthEast Expeditions, invited us kayak guides along to help Holly Grove Vineyards, a new Eastern Shore winery, bottle the final batch of 2008 Sunset Rose.

I envisioned pouring wine through funnels and applying labels by hand. Oh no! Owner Jonathan Bess has a shiny new bottling assembly line that fills the bottles, corks them, affixes the foil cap and the labels. All we had to do was load the bottles and box them at the end.

Oh, and quality control tastings. Lots of that!

Like many Virginia wineries, Holly Grove is a small, family-run operation, and each bottle truly gets individual attention. The family built their own house here. When the kids get out of school, they help with chores. A pair of pet goats, geese and couple of dogs roam the vineyards.

But the results are anything but home-grown. Bess’ Chardonnay and Merlot have been winning awards in international blind tastings. The new Rose we bottled is a drier style that is very refreshing for summer porch sitting. The label features sunset at the mouth of Nassawaddox Creek.

Each wine's label features a different waterfront or sunset scene from the cove in back. Another new wine, the 2008 High Tide Traminette, may just become a summer favorite for our wine porch: the label has kayaks on it!

Jonathan welcomes tours and tastings at Holly Grove daily. Pay him a visit, and then proceed on to nearby Chatham Vineyards, another family-run, award-winning winery here on the Eastern Shore Wine Trail!

YOU can 'paddle your glass off' on SouthEast's signature Kayak Winery Tour!