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Mr. Harper, Please Do Not Speak on my Behalf

Mr. Harper is receiving his honorary doctorate  from Tel Aviv University today. In what, I wonder - Comparative Colonial Studies? This farcical ceremony took place after a bird sanctuary was named after him. The birds may be protected and permitted to fly freely while the Palestinians are locked down in Gaza, forced into bantustans in the West Bank, and have their homes demolished in East Jerusalem.

He is serenading Mr. Netanyahu with the Beatles' "Hey Jude". Has this man any sense of the catastrophic conditions that traumatize Palestinians on a daily basis? Does he push human suffering aside in favour of trade deals and garnering votes back home?

In today's paper, Mr. Harper says his uncritical support of Israeli policy is backed by Canadians. "Our position is not an Israeli position or a Palestinian position. It is a Canadian position of principle supported by the overwhelming majority of Canadians". Really? He made these comments to Mr. Abbas. This kind of cynical, hostile attitude does nothing to build trust, and certainly does not bring us closer to seeing a just peace in the Middle East.

 And, Mr. Harper - as a Canadian, I don't support your position.

Peace Process Puzzle

In face of numerous apparent obstacles confronting the peace process, it seems to me that the pieces of the puzzle really fall into place rather simply. The oppressed justifiably resist the oppressor. Peace without justice and respect for human rights is farcical. Apartheid is a crime. Military occupation thwarts human dignity and the quest for self determination.

Last Day of the Year

An elderly man enters the café. He wears an old fashioned hat like my father once wore. He speaks to someone in broken English with a recognizable accent. The atmosphere suddenly saddens.

Ballerinas in the Snow

The Vancouver buses came to a standstill this morning amidst the snow. A walk with a swan and raven seemed like a pleasant alternative.

Soul of an Ancient City

Turning down a narrow alleyway from the crowded, hectic streets of Kathmandu's Asan Market, and I catch a glimpse of the city's ancient sacred landscape.

Manaslu Circuit

Manaslu Circuit: a 200 kilometer trek around Mount Manaslu, the world's eight highest mountain located in the Nepal Himalaya. The route takes one from hot, lowland villages to Larkya La, the dizzying high pass at 5,160 meters above sea level. 2011 was the first year that the entire circuit could be completed as a tea-house trek - meaning that one no longer is required to fuss with tents or arrange to carry food for the entire journey. I hiked the trail in the late 2013 season with my British friend Tony. Fortunately we received  excellent assistance from Buddhi, the mandatory Nepali guide and our extraordinary porter, Sahndip.

What a journey! As it turned out, November was a very fine time to trek around Manaslu. Aside from one apparent diffused bomb that I had no awareness of until miles down the road, we encountered no problems stemming from the electoral process. After the first day's drive from KTM to Arughat - from where we began the actual walking - I was informed that along the way, a bomb intended to terrorize the voting public from casting their votes was dismantled with no incident.

The daytime weather was often shorts and short-sleeves warm, while the evenings were always down jacket crisp and cold.

Along the way we encountered a few unfortunate souls who needed to turn back on account of altitude or microbe-induced illnesses. There were relatively few trekkers doing the Manaslu Circuit and after a few days of hiking, a pleasant sense of comraderie developed amongst our small intrepid community.

 While trying to remain mindfully present-focused, it was difficult not to anticipate the big challenge ahead - namely the crossing of the 5,160 metre high-altitude pass, the Larke La. There were  morale-sapping stories circulating of how the pass had been made impassible due to heavy snow fall and how the stone huts at Dharnashala were eventually overwhelmed with trekkers which in turn lead to food and fuel shortages and an eventual decision by the owner to shut the establishment down entirely. Our guide remained optimistic and shepherded us along. Indeed, the snow subsided and  the place opened up one day before we arrived! The 5 AM start in -17º C was nevertheless  magical with one zillion stars lighting the way. The problems really only began on the way down. The topography on the descent was a treacherous massive skating rink. Everyone was sliding and falling, sometimes dangerously close to the edge. I had one especially harrowing brush with what could have been an "into the void" -type encounter. Bracing myself with my trekking pole, I said a spontaneous prayer of thanks upon hauling myself up.

The Himalayan views were mind-bendingly spectacular. The people we met in the villages were consistently warm, hospitable and gracious. Looking forward to a return visit.

Happy Trails Everyone.