Harrods, London- The World's Most Luxurious Store

Harrods, the most luxurious store in the world with prices which more than compensate. From top name brand clothing, to hand made beds, to a diamond encrusted iPhone case costing $285,000 (no joke) anything you could possibly desire, is for sale here, but certainly not on sale.
a selection of fur coats, naturally, are available- don't tell PETA

fine crystal
The merchandise is in many cases, truly a work of art. Being in Harrod’s is like being in a museum, only if you have boatloads of money you can go home with the exhibit of your choice.
Harrods sells cool art as well
Speaking of the diamond encrusted iPhone case, I asked the salesman who showed it to me, “Oh my God, could you imagine losing it?”
He shrugs his shoulders, “Whoever bought it, probably wouldn’t care.”
The same clerk shows me an Apple iBook, a $2,000 computer, pauses, laughs and tells me a customer of his customer last week, when looking at the same piece of machinery, stated, "I like it ... I'll buy 500 of them," whips out his AMEX Black Card, and just like that, a million dollar sale takes place.
That’s right, to properly shop at Harrods you need more money than you can possibly spend in a lifetime or keep track of (whichever comes first.) Whether or not that is you, it is certainly worth a trip here, to Harrods Department Store/ Museum, in London.

video: a quick tour of housewares in Harrods

A Taste, Look, + Feel of Must See London, England

Looking to travel to London? Here's an overall feel of the city from a Southern Californian starting with--

The Weather
Spoiled by year round 75 degree Los Angeles sunshine makes the idea of living in London a non-starter. Whereas SoCal afternoon in March feel like the nicest of summer days in other parts of the world, London was hovering near, or often below, freezing during my entire stay, with fog and grey clouds shrouding the sun for good measure. A steady and stiff wind pushes you back and chills you on the dreary nights you choose to face the cold, and flurries of snow and rain are ever-present.
If I had been an Englishman in the early 1600’s I would have assuredly been aboard the Mayflower not fleeing Britain not due to religious persecution, but rather persecution by weather.
Big Ben, with his permanent wintry grey jacket on

Crowds
The Underground: Rush Hour
Running hurried for my departing plane I try to hurl myself rock star like from the platform into the crowded rail car. Instead of carrying me above them like a God, I am thrown off like water trying to board a sinking ship. The next train is a six minute wait (admittedly an unusually long wait time)
Standing at the front of the line, the crowd swells behind me, growing impatient, as finally the train pulls into station- packed. If no one were to exit there would be no room to board.
Fortunately, a few people exit the rail car, allowing a precious "lucky" few to force their way on. There simply is no more room for another soul to board. The crowd grumbles as the train’s doors slide closed, leaving those of us inside having a huge clothed orgy in the cab. Literally, people are touching you from every possible angle; individual space is a fantasy.

Buckingham Palace
I go to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace on Saturday morning. I try to penetrate the crowd, but it is like trying to dig through marble with your fingernails, only more frustrating. I vacate the premises quickly, leaving the tourists to the pickpockets.

Expensive
London is, without a doubt, one of the most expensive cities in the world. Businesses brag about being the cheapest in town while their prices would be, at best, slightly above average in Los Angeles. A tiny, cramped room in the less than posh part of town costs $200 a night, a public transport (Oyster) card lasting you three to four days costs $30, and to deal with what would be massive congestion, British authorities charge a pretty penny for bringing your car into the center, thus assuring a crowded commute on public transport instead; at least it is more fuel efficient.
  
I actually met a computer programmer who spends about 6,000 pounds (over $9,000 at the time of this writing) a year to commute via public transport to his job! “Well, I get things done on the train,” he explains cheerfully as we sit across each other on the Gatwick Express train, $30 for the thirty minute ride. At least we have our own private seats.
Want to live in a nice area of London like South Kensington? To own a one bedroom flat would run over a million pounds (1.5 million American dollars.) Like most big cities, space is sold at a premium price.
Not only are prices through the roof, taxes are too. VAT (Value Added Tax (sales tax) of 20% in addition to up to 50% of your income taken by the tax man, plus high transport and housing costs discussed (at least in London), it’s a wonder anyone in Britain has a pound left over to buy more than groceries.

What’s Awesome
The sights of London are spectacular. The National Museums are free to get into, and sights like Big Ben and the English Parliament are a sight to behold. There is a lot to do here, and a lot to see. You could spend days wandering through the British Museum alone, and for these reasons I would go so far as to recommend this city, despite what I have written above, as a must see on your world travels.

Overall
Not at all sorry to have visited this city, but little interest in going back, but don’t let that dissuade you from stopping there for a couple days. 

In the Midst of a Canadian Blizzard

Being from Los Angeles I think of snow as some mythical substance which may or may not have existed during the ice ages. I try not to venture outside if it drops below 65 Fahrenheit, and that would make Montreal an eternal prison for me with their Arctic circle weather. A few days before I arrived the temperature was to a bone chilling -32 C.
I had never experienced a real snow storm, just a few flurries while I lived in Prague. Here it falls like a confetti on New Year’s Eve, only colder. I stick out my tongue hoping a snowflake lands on my tongue; my thirst is instantly quenched by these heavenly waters.

I comment about the blizzard outside to some locals. They laugh. “Blizzard?” they question me, “Have you never been in snow before?”
I don’t answer the question. “If this isn’t a blizzard, what is it on a 1-10 snow scale?”
“About a 4,” they all reply in their French Canadian accents.
“A four?!!” I am truly shocked. It’s as if they all non-chalantly told me that they commute via spaceship to the Nebula Galaxy for work every day and the view of Planet Earth from space is a daily occurrence. I simply have no reference point for their descriptions of what a blizzard is really like.

I might not go outside, but I am becoming more worldly.


I Could Beat Up Vanessa Rousso (@VIP Poker Room in Montreal)

Montreal, Canada

Watching poker phenom Vanessa Rousso at the VIP Poker Room in Montreal, one of the world’s most famous female poker player, playing a low limit game, everyone having an amiable time. 
“Excuse me,” comes a voice from the rails, “is anyone here interested in playing a $10,000 sit and go?”
Anyone here? Really … anyone at the low limit table, ready to pony up ten grand. He could be speaking to but one person at the table, Vanessa.
It reminds of the local tough guy trying to pick a fight with Chuck Liddell, trying to prove himself. Stupidity of the ego. He might as well have said, “Hey Vanessa, I think I can beat you up.”

poker stars and Go Daddy girl, Vanessa Rousso

Welcome to France … I Mean-Canaduh

I get ready to board my Montreal bound plane from Philadephia when someone mentions we need a visa to get into Canada.
“As a citizen of the USA why should I need a visa?!" I ask with absolute outrage, "Canaduh is an American colony for Christ’s sake!”
Unsurprisingly, being the gospel of truth I am, this statement bears out; I swear to you, the U.S. has customs officials in our Canadian airports, and when the American immigration officer began getting a little overly inquisitive, I calmed his fears by proving my patriotism to our great land, telling him how much I enjoyed seeing our customs officials overseeing America Jr.

I walk into our colony only to discover I must have taken the wrong plane, I have landed in Europe; France to be specific. Everyone here speaks French, some people don’t understand English, or at least pretend not to, as per the French custom.

I momentarily think of boarding a plane to Canada proper, then decide to exit out into the frigid winter air, deciding to bear the 45% probability that I freeze to death upon exposure to the elements. The pre-requisite to settle these frigid lands must have been as follows, lots of heart, zero brains; that's how the country's name was derived; Canaduh.

(I guess I'm not the first person to come up with this theory)

Cameron Highlands, Near Death in the Malaysian Jungle

The old growth forest has been cut down long ago. New trees have sprung, but there’s still a battle dominance for the canopy, some light filtering through, allowing more bramble than normal on the rain forest floor.
Mankind has made his presence known, carving plantations into the forest where the hills are less steep.
Man's presence in the jungle
Precipitation begins as I join an expedition with two newly graduated German doctors, exploring the surrounding wilderness. The rain comes harder making the path slick as we ascend and descend the steep hillsides.
We enter into denser jungle, carefully climbing over the roots of large trees up a nearly vertical path. I feel something on my skin. I pull up my sleeve and find a leech attached to my upper arm. Adrenaline rushes through me as I pull it off and smash it. Blood squirts everywhere- my blood, a tax exacted by nature for her exploration.
Waterfall in Cameron Highlands
We climb the steep hills, then slowly descend. After several miles we reach a cross-roads, lost. The sun is rapidly falling in the sky, and being lost in this leech filled jungle for a cold night is not an enticing proposition. We argue over which way to go, eventually agreeing to take a path through thick shrubbery up and over the mountain. Huffing and puffing, we reach the top, then ever so slowly descending back down. We find a trail to our great relief.
jungle vegetation
The ultra-narrow path takes the nimbleness of a mountain goat to traverse, as it cuts horizontally across the steep mountain, the ground falling out at a near 90 degree angle below us. Fall and it might be death, best case scenario- serious injury. We slowly make our way, the ground slick from the rains.
Out of nowhere, a large python-like water pipe emerges, feeding a tea plantation in the distance slithering along our trail. We’re relieved not to be far from town as darkness overtakes the sky. I take a deep breath and suddenly feel the footing beneath me give way. I feel the instant acceleration of gravity pull me downwards; going over the ledge, without any thought, I instinctively grab onto the friendly snake. My hand catches, and I pull myself up, before my surprised doctor friends even have any chance to react.
“How did you that? How did you have the presence of mind to grab the pipe?”
No mind involved there, no thought. Instinct leading to clear action that saved my life. I rub the mud off my clothing and we continue on our way.
Tea plantation

The Great Wall of China- Breathtaking

The Great Wall of China, the largest man made structure in the world which extends thousands of miles up mountains, through valleys and winds through desert. Built starting the 4th century BC to keep Mongol and Manchurian hordes out of Beijing, it took over two centuries to complete.
It is the only man made structure on earth visible with the naked eye from space. Man’s creations rarely impress me, but this one did. With a span of maybe twenty feet across and 40 feet high, it befuddled my imagination that people so long ago were able to create such a structure. The answer as to how, as often is the case in ancient times- slave labor. (Nike and Walmart are quite the history students)

But back to building the wall. Material other than stone and brick were often used to fill the wall by workers who wished they would just finish the damn thing so they could go home. Take two slaves, Larry and David. David nudges Larry and finds him unresponsive.
David: “Larry died!”
David then proceeds to encase Larry’s body in stone, and then hears a pounding from within.
Larry: “I was asleep you idiot!”
David: (pretending not to hear) “He will be missed.”
And Davey walks away from his best friend, leaving him in his stone encased tomb. Why? Cause it brought it him one ten-billionth of the way closer to finishing. And when he’s finished, Davey can finally go home.
Larry: “You idiot! You schmuck!”

The heroes Sir Andrew Stern and Rich Birecki begin their ascent of the Great Wall

The Great Wall runs up a steep hill, crowded with people beginning the climb. Each step is difficult, as stairs range in height from three inches to a foot and a half, and takes great concentration and focus to reach the next military turret on the wall.
As we continue upwards, the crowd thins. After 2,000 steps we reach the second to last turret. Drew suggests we return, as we've already used up most of our prescribed time.

“Chairman Mao said you are not great hero, until you climb the Great Wall!” (a true quote) I stoically replied. Thus, we began our final assault on the peak. The lack of oxygen makes every step painful, as though a knife were to have been plunged within our lungs. Our path is littered with the frozen bodies of climbers, who didn’t quite make it--- wait a second, that’s my climb of Mount Everest. The bodies here were not frozen.
But, indeed, we made it to the empty top, where only the hardiest 1% of all tourists manage to climb. (persistence, as in life, separates the wheat from the chaff)

The landscape- inspiring; the Great Wall twisting its way through the valley, as we rest contentedly, knowing that the only thing currently stopping the Mongolian hordes from storming China's new two true heroes standing upon the Wall’s peak.

A view of the Great Wall from the it's peak

The Daintree Rainforest- Danger Everywhere

Australia- proud to be the land of the world's deadliest snakes and spiders. Just about everything in the land of Aus is poisonous. 
Visiting the Daintree Rainforest in North Eastern Australia, we had an aboriginal guide who opened his tour of the forest showing us all the perils of the land:

"Right, you never want to go into rivers or ponds round here. Crocs- pull you under, bad way to go. This time of year, you don't want to put a toe into the ocean either. Box jellyfish, can't even see them. Deadly poisonous. You see this bush. Don't touch it, it's got prickers, penetrate your skin, go to straight into your bloodstream and into your heart, kill you. You see this red berry here. I advise against eating it, leave you dead within a few minutes. (a snake slithers into view) Take ay looky there, a King Brown. Second deadliest snake in the world. don't get close! (snake slithers back into the bush) Ay, now that's better! ... Oh wait, you see this cherry like thing. This you can eat, but not more than one. Otherwise you'll go blind."'

Daintree Rainforest along the Queensland coast