where are some of the most isolated, remote, humanless places you have been to? how do they make you feel?

The Dominican Republic, I really wanted to like it while I was there but there was this strange mix of really high poverty and rich tourism going on. When I was there they had just kicked a bunch of people out of their homes for a reason I forgot. There were children and adults all in an abandoned building out there. It's like the tourism was set up for rich white people and then you had the citizens living in really dire looking shacks. One woman took off a used diaper off a baby, rinsed it off in the ocean and put it back on, I only sensed that she didn't have the money for diapers and the salt probably sterilized it enough so she probably had no choice.

I also remember militia looking guys walking around with machine guns. They were just all out in the open policing the Island. You could tell that there was this quiet hostility going on between the locals and the tourists, I was the only one who felt it though because other people were really oblivious to that fact and I noticed the differences like right away.

I remember running into some racist woman from Haiti talking about how the white people hate them, she gave me a bracelet for free.

While I highly agreed with her, I sensed that there was a hidden hostility there that I would not trust going to Haiti nor trust her even though I agreed with her. I tried telling her that I didn't hate her but she kind of had a tight lipped smile that was of resentment going on there and she told me she didn't believe me nor trusted me. Her body language was rather aggressive and I remembered thinking it was sad that that's the way they see us.

So yeah there's some hidden aggression for sure there.

Def. was a strange experience for me and not going back there because of what I felt, the strange disconnect between the really poor and the really rich was just too big to ignore and the quiet hostility was more scarier than outward aggression 😳

South Dakota badlands and the Louisiana bayou country. The badlands reached something basic in me. I grew up in the green hills of Pennsylvania and the badlands looked like a moonscape. The far distant past seemed very familiar to me there. It was a unique experience.

Bayou country is often more populated than you can see or sense. It's a place of secrets and mysteries. There I felt at risk, although I did not experience a bad moment.

Any natural beauty inspires awe and gratitude in me, that I was privileged to see it, to live in a world where what I've seen is a small fraction of what there is.

The great Sahara makes me feel great.

There has to be some sort of life there, say wilderness.

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