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India: The Mechanical Sea Creature of Fort Cochin

I walked toward the grey-eyed fisher, crossing two brown and white cats sprawled out on the wooden platform. Beneath my feet the wooden boards made a creaking sound. Were they safe, I wondered? I took the worn rope from the fisher’s hand, and for a moment, my body stiffened. We were about to reel in something huge. I could tell by the way the other men held to their ropes. Their legs positioned sturdily, their feet bare. I should have taken off my sandals, I thought. But it was too late. The pulling began.

“Hija la! Hija la! Hija la!”

The men chanted the old fisherfolk song — a song for hard work, the grey-eyed fisher told me — as we reeled in Cheena vala (the famous Chinese fishing net). I bent my legs and employed my upper body strength, pulling down on the rope. It squealed and groaned as we tugged faster. Harder. ‘Hija la! Hija la!”

There she is. From the coast of the Arabian Sea, the mechanical sea creature of Fort Cochin emerged. Held by bamboo and teak poles, the massive shore operated fishing net stretched about 20 meters wide over the water. The net slowly revealed as we raised it higher and higher.

“Step back!” motioned the grey-eyed fisher. The large heavy rocks that hung from ropes on the contraption were coming in fast, just above my head. I stepped backwards quickly, onto the creaky platform. And then, as suddenly as it all began, the pulling stopped. The large rocks rested calmly on the platform and just a few feet in front of us was the whole of the Chinese fishing net, suspended midair at nearly 10 meters high. Her slimy trap drooled back into the sea.

The grey-eyed fisher wanted me to follow him again, to the mouth of Cheena vala. He must be mad? Even still, my curiosity forced me to trail him across the narrow wooden planks, even more rickety than the platform. I moved steadily. One wrong step could send me flailing through the air and into the murky waters. When I reached the mouth I saw clearly a small cluster of fish flopping about, wanting to be released. But only jelly fish received such luxury. The grey-eyed fisher pointed into the net. There, a tiger fish. And there, cat fish. A team of fishers at the next platform over had just caught a red snapper. He looked longingly at their Cheena vala, hoping his would be so kind the next time. Another fisher holding a blue net scooped the fish from the mechanical sea creature’s mouth, before descending her back into the water.

Her appetite is low this time of year, he told us. The month was August.

If you’re ever in Fort Cochin, you may want to see this unusual way of fishing yourself as Chinese fishing nets are mostly found in Kerala. If so, you would be wise to buy the day’s catch and have it cooked just a short distance up the street at a local food stall. It should only cost you 450 rupees for one fish — or around there. I hear it’s good. Or you can do as my husband and I and stay on the wooden platform a bit longer with the fishers. Get to know them. And every four or five minutes, when the mechanical sea creature has had it’s modest fill, you’ll help raise her up high and see what she had a taste for this time. Red snapper perhaps? If you’re lucky.

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Thailand: Why pick Koh Samui? (video)

 

Wondering which Thai island to choose for your vacation in paradise? Matt from SamuiWebCam prepares you with actual live footage and can show you several “Secrets of Samui!”

Enjoy the beautiful white sands of Bangpor beach on the Northern coast, which faces Koh Phangan, home of the full moon party. On Koh Samui, you can find calm shallow waters for snorkelling and windy areas ready for the adventure of both windsurfing and kite surfing.

 

In the evening, check out Starz Cabaret to enjoy entertainment Thai style with a cabaret of Kathoey’s or Ladyboys. “These fascinating and highly artistic performers captivate audiences with their charm, unique creativity and flawless female impersonations. The show promises an evening of polished and most enjoyable entertainment for the whole family.” The show changes every day so many guests return again and again.

WATCH: Crystal Bay, Koh Samui, Thailand

Do your travel companions worry about what they will eat? Take them to Bubba’s American Bar & Grill for lunch or dinner with classic American food with portion sizes you recognize. This child-friendly restaurant has highchairs, smoked pork ribs and live music as well as screens to see American and European sports. Everyone will be happy you came!

For the fit on your trip, the ultimate Ultra Bodies Gym for a two-story fitness extravaganza is the place. An extensive range of high quality weight training equipment is available on the ground floor including many specialty machines like a Cable Cross Over, Hack Squat and a Triceps Dip Machine. There are showers, changing rooms, a warm-up areas as well as a fully air-conditioned cardiovascular area with elliptical cross trainers, upright and recumbent bikes as well as a rowing machine and treadmills.

Personally I recommend relaxing on the beach near Crystal Bay, something everyone can enjoy!

Take a look at our new Timelapse videos to see what a full day on Koh Samui looks like in 2 minutes.

Don’t forget your favourite new book and plenty of sunscreen. Enjoy the Land of Smiles, I am sure you will have a truly memorable stay on Koh Samui.

About the Author: Matt Cinderey worked as an IT Professional for over 15 years and gained valuable experience working for companies such as ICI, IBM and Uniqema. He founded Bluechip IT Samui in January 2008. Striving to deliver the latest technology to his clients, he is currently working on IP-CCTV, VOIP and IPTV solutions alongside constantly improving and developing his existing wireless and IT services. Matt lives on the island of Koh Samui in the Gulf of Thailand.  In his spare time he enjoys mixed martial arts and writing about himself in the third person.

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Chile: My Worst Food in the World

This is the story of my experience with the Worst Food in the World. Do you have a story (video, print or photos) about your worst food experience? Tell us about it and we’ll publish the best right here!  

On the way to the headwaters of the Bio-Bio River in Chile, where we hoped to make the first descent, we stopped at a Mapuche Indian farm house and asked if we might camp in an untilled field.

Yes, Yaco, the owner, replied, but only if we joined for dinner.

Of course! We would be delighted.

As we sat at a long wooden table, Yaco served up Mudai, maize chicha, made by cooking ground corn in water, adding masticated maize meal, and allowing the mixture to ferment. It was a refreshing, milky and slightly sour drink, not at all unpleasant. But after a few glasses, Yaco asked that I follow him outside, to a small pen out back. “You are an honored guest. You will have Ñachi.”

There he grabbed a tethered goat, and cutting the line, circled the rope tight around the animals’ back legs, and with another rope, hung the goat by its hindquarters from an Araucanía tree branch. Then, with one hand, he grabbed a large wooden bowl, one of several on a low table, and with the other hand he picked up a machete. In a flash he slit the throat of the hanging goat.

As the hot blood poured out he captured it in the bowl, and then another bowl, and another, until we had enough for the place settings. We carried them inside, and there he added coriander and salt, and squeezed lemon juice into the steaming broth, which made the blood coagulate, turning it into a hot pudding. Then, the bowls were placed in front of the guests.

“Salud,” I said feebly, and lifted the heavy bowl to my mouth. The smell niffed my nose as the bowl reached my lips. I closed my eyes; I held my breath. I took a sip.

Before I could register my mouth was full, cheeks bulging with body-heat gore the texture of custard, silky and vital and forcing open my constricted throat. I swallowed. Great visceral chugs. It poured, velvety and unctuous, down my gullet, and I kept envisioning the goat, bleating in its last moments.

Then my throat seized, and the blood began to move backwards, upwards. I quickly excused myself, and ran out the backdoor, and there expelled all traces of the poor goat.

Despite attempts to assuage the host with niceties, it was the worst meal in the world.

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News from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia!

Hello from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia!

After three and a half months in Thailand, we crossed the border during Hari Raya into Malaysia. The end of Ramadan meant the streets and hotels were crowded in Penang. We found space at Hotel Hong Ping, which we would recommend to travelers in the area. The staff was very helpful and interested in our journey!

We met up again with fellow writers from California, Russell and Asia from http://www.ourfirst100days.com/ to celebrate launching our memoir. The Festival of the Pacific began by munching on Indian fare at the famous Line Clear Nasi Kandar. (see photo below).

We enjoyed seeing the sights of Penang that we had visited five years earlier and learning that our perceptions were different as we were in a different place in our relationship. More posts and photos of Penang and Cameron Highlands(see Boh Tea Plantation above) will be published soon.

The winners to our Independence Travel Writing Contest will be announced in the early days of September. Our Gratitude Travel Writing Contest will begin on September 11 and close on November 28 with the beginning of Chanukah and Thankgiving.

We appreciate all of you who read our newsletters, articles, website and BOOK! Thank you to everyone for your support of our journey and all our writing. We are participating intravel events in Kuala Lumpur, Manila, Guam, Oahu and Los Angeles! Connect with us on Facebook,  Google+, LinkedIn, Pinterest,  SlideShare ,  Twitter, and YouTube.

We will send our next news from the Philippines! Happy and Safe Travels!

Lisa and George (Click here to sign up for this newsletter. )

Recent posts to enjoy: George was recently published in About.com Top Five things to do in Myanmar and I had another article in Women’s Adventure Magazine. I called it Sobbing While Snorkeling but the title became: When Relationships are Challenged by Extreme Travel!  We appreciate all our editors assistance and for sharing our stories! Jonny Blair interviewed us on his site: Don’t Stop Living.

Our Memoir is available: Traveling in Sin

We left last July for Indonesia for this one year journey and five years ago in July for our first one year sabbatical! Read our memoir, Traveling in Sin, to learn how we met online, and chose to meander from Indonesia to Mongolia. Along the way, I lost over fifty pounds and we got engaged underwater. This book is NOT a collection of blog posts. We have never published this story before! Enjoy all the colorful characters we met and the tears and triumphs of a Peace Corps Worker and a Princess (cruises employee) finding their way together in Asia.

 

This was originally posted as Newsletter #32: Click here for  the entire newsletter.

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Vietnam: When Monkeys Attack

Evil Island Monkey and Tour Guide. Photo Credit: Kate Scott

Vietnam: When Monkeys Attack

We set sail for the mystic pillar-shaped islands of Ha Long Bay on a wood-crafted junk boat. I was surrounded by good company; a small group of worn yet ambitious travelers who were ready to karaoke by night and anxiously sought out the next great adventure during the day.   

On the second day of the junk boat cruise we arrived at an island with bungalows perched on the beach where we would be spending the night. After being greeted by our young resident guide, we were assigned our first activity; a hike to visit the island’s resident monkeys. For whatever reason, I had a bad feeling about this particular trek. Letting FOMO (fear of missing out) get the better of me I ignored my gut feeling and met with the group just in time for the hike.

Everything started off fine; it was your average hike up a mountain which began to reassure me that my fears were irrational and unfounded. It wasn’t until ten minutes into the hike when our tour guide who was leading the way turned around to inform us, “When you see the monkey, don’t show your teeth.” Fair enough, I could see how monkeys may find that threatening. We kept climbing, but the sinking feeling in my stomach started coming back. Five minutes later and nearly halfway to the top our tour guide turned around again and said, “And do not look at the monkey.” I looked back at my friend and we exchanged confused stares. This presented the obvious issue of hiking up a mountain to see monkeys we can’t look at. It was about three-quarters to the top of the mountain when the guide turned around, yet again, and told us not to speak at all from now on. The sinking feeling grew and I wanted nothing more than to be off this stupid mountain. We were nearly to the top when he started turning around again. Our tour guide (who I now hate) says, “Oh, and if monkey climb on you don’t move!” I’m about two seconds away from a full-blown panic attack.  

Just as I tried to calm myself down I saw one in the distance. I looked at the ground in my best effort not to look at it. I contemplated climbing back down alone, but felt that at this point being in a group was the safest bet. More monkeys started to emerge through the brush and follow us as we walked down the trail. Our situation was obvious; we were the jungle equivalent of “breaking and entering”.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a baby monkey climb across a branch that extended over the trail, and subsequently right above my head. The monkey grabbed onto my hair, but let go as I continued to walk. In the periphery I saw a much bigger and meaner looking monkey head toward me. The monkey grabbed my right wrist with one hand and my bag with the other. I stopped and stared straight forward when the monkey bit into my forearm. OH.MY.GOD! A million thoughts of how to escape the situation ran through my head, but I only managed to let out a scream. Even though making any sound was against the rules I figured once a primate is attacking you all rules go out the window. The tour guide turned around, drew a banana from his bag and threw it. The monkey let go of me immediately and went after the banana. I couldn’t help but notice in that moment the simplicity of conflict-resolution in the animal kingdom.  

Everyone in the group had seen what had happened, but not being allowed to talk they remained silent. They didn’t need to say anything; the stunned looks on their faces said it all. I didn’t even care about how bad my arm hurt; I was solely focused on all the potential incurable diseases I had just contracted.

When we got to the bottom of the mountain the guide washed my wound out in the ocean. He proceeded to tell me that he had been bitten by the same monkey and so did a family of four a few weeks ago and he was pretty sure they were okay. This was apparently supposed to make me feel better.

Even though the monkey assault put a damper on my Ha Long Bay experience, I did learn some valuable lessons and tips that made me a more thoughtful and skilled traveler:      

The International S.O.S. Clinic in Hanoi is equipped with the rabies vaccine
Be vigilant when traveling in countries where people may sacrifice safety for profit
Always follow your intuition – and carry a banana just in case

The Perpetrator. Photo Credit: Kate Scott

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Nigeria: Calm Bar

Nigeria: Calm Bar

Independence! That’s one thing I had always sort my whole life. I was not born into a life of cream, drug nor violence. But I just grew increasingly dissatisfied about living that right about when this essay began; I badly needed a specialist to keep living.

So, as he gazed at me through the thick lens of his eyeglasses, I realized that he was at his best to do what has been trained to do. He wrote down a prescription which I could hardly read but by his instruction he gestured-

‘Hand it over to the lady at the pharmacy. Don’t let your life depend upon this drug. You have to work your self out of this mess…you are too young to be depressed’ he added.

I just turned 17 a month earlier, I was hopeful and ambitious but all through my teen ages, I had entangled myself with one form of negative thinking or the order. It ranged from dissatisfaction about my look to a consequent low self esteem. ‘You can also change your location if that will be possible’ he said while looking at my mother who had accompanied me.

The Calm bar Destination

The early explorers of the present day city of Calabar nicknamed it calm bar. It was largely because of the ambient nature of town and its inhabitant who were later to adulterate the name calm bar for Calabar. They are very peaceful people. Independence comes with freedom and then peace of mind; all of these were my quest.

The part I omitted so far which I would like to hurry over is the fact that I grew up in a commercial town- Onitsha. I was also tired of the bustle and tussle of the town day in day out as if restless in its bee strive. So it was as if I was going for a freedom quest. My state of origin is Akwa Ibom state and is a neighboring state to Cross River state where Calabar is located. Both lie in the southern tip of Nigeria.

Once in Calabar, I remembered the first path to a speedy recovery from any mind related ailment. Writing was not just an option. It was the only solution at my disposal. With it I could bloat out my mind right there on paper. See my age on feeling of fear, uncertainty and isolation.  Isolation?

This is completely different from independence. An isolated person has no choice to the predicament of being alone and perhaps does not like the whole idea. An independent person on the other hand is in want of freedom from people and interference.

So for my writings I do choose Marina resort, Tinapa, and Obudu cattle Ranch. The later is much far from Calabar. In fact it is located in Obudu- another town still in Cross River state. It is very cold at some seasons and very misty in the mornings. Its sophisticated aspect involves a luxury suit and cable cars on the mountain with exotic cattle on the Ranch.

Located about 2 miles from the heart of the town, a winding expressway presents a lone picture of independence. One road leads off to the governor’s lodge, while the other leads to Marina Resort.

My change of location is as aspect of seeking freedom…I was not born into the life of crime, drug nor violence but in the bid to improve my human capital, I need freedom through independence. I need a change of location sometimes to achieve this. Who knows where my next destination will be. But where ever I go, I will never forget where my first destination began.

About the Author: Wisdom Hanson is a distinguished poet and creative essayist. He is an award winning writer who had an art column at the Nigerian Guardian Newspaper, part of the Chimamanda Creative Writing Workshop, and a contributor to poetry anthology, as well as the co-founder of Penscript- a literary organization in Calabar wherein he studies Animal science as a

degree student in University of Calabar.

 

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Myanmar: Lake Night Music Nyuang Shwe (video)

WATCH: 32 Lake Night Music Nyuang Shwe, Myanmar (Burma)

George played guitar in the streets of Nyuang Shwe with several new friends and old. I liked the song for my birthday! It was the beginning of a great celebration! See more about our happy birthday events with friends especially chocolate banana pancakes in our next movie. October 17, 2012

This movie is from our 28 days in Myanmar (Burma) from September 28, 2012 to October 26, 2012 and our year TRIP in South East Asia, see all the videos from our trip.

Our memoir, Traveling in Sin, is available at Amazon; it is a HOT NEW RELEASE!

Traveling in Sin is a HOT NEW Release on Amazon! from Lisa Niver Rajna
Traveling in Sin is a true tale of TRANSFORMATION thought LOVE and TRAVEL! After meeting online (on two different sites), George and Lisa travel internationally, give up their jobs, condo, ice cream and toilet paper in search of adventure and love. Along the way, Lisa sheds over 60 pounds and the couple gets engaged underwater in Thailand. There are tears, twists and true love!Recent Press: 

By Amy Sommer on Westside Today

By Dani Stone on Diets in Review

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Colorado, USA: A Gift of Snow

There’s a field off of a growing road in a growing town in central Colorado. For most of the year, that field sits between an underfunded public school and a fire station, within earshot of a busy highway. For most of the year, that field is dirt and dry-brush. A hiding place for snakes and fleas, one good cigarette flick away from an inferno. On some days, too few, when the snow comes down thick and loud, there is no other place on Earth more liberating.

If you find this field on one of those special days, don’t bother looking for the school, or the firehouse. You will not find them. Don’t bother listening for the droning tones of the nearby highway, you will not hear them. They’ve all disappeared behind gray sheets and ice laden winds so completely that it could be said that they were never even there in the first place.

You won’t need to walk far to find what you are looking for in this field. Maybe twenty steps from your car, thirty if you’re having a particularly off day. It’ll come to you naturally as you stare into the distant blur, where undisturbed snowfall curves and blurs right into the sky. You become disconnected from the larger world, and the larger world becomes disconnected from you. That’s when you realize that you’ve stepped out of the town and into the Big White Box.

The Big White Box is a fantastic place full of nothing, that gives you something each time you visit. Maybe it’s a solution to a problem. Maybe you realize your new jacket does make you look like a clown. Maybe you wind up writing about empty fields on the internet. It’s all good. After all, is there no greater freedom than genesis sprung forth from nothing?

Sure, a similar sight can be found wherever the land is flat and snow is common. It is, however, rare to find one so heavily surrounded by society. Anyone can be alone. It’s truly an experience to be alone in the middle of civilization.

No, it’s not somewhere you can visit any time you wish, though scarcity breeds specialty, nor will you be able to visit it at all after maybe one more season. Even now they cut away more and more of the field with skeletal roads and empty lots awaiting busy construction crews and anxious buyers. Just one more season, two, if we’re lucky.

I’ll make the trip one last time. I’ll probably be the only one. It might be better that way. I don’t have the slightest clue what the presence of another person in that field would do to the experience. Perhaps if the field’s gift was more well known it would have become something of an attraction. Fifteen dollar admission buys you ten minutes. The best taste of nirvana you’ll have today, guaranteed or your money back.

The town is Castle Rock, Colorado. There are only a handful of schools, even fewer fire houses. If you really want to find this field, that is enough. You’ll recognize it by the dead grass in summer, and the magic in winter.

About the Author: My name is Ryan Vann, and I am a college student and a fiction writer living in Southern California. I grew up in Colorado and enjoy odd places perhaps a bit more than I should.

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A Love Note to Mumbai, India

“Welcome to Mumbai International airport, the outside temperature is 30 degree Celsius…”, the landing announcement came on while my mind wandered off. I was 22, moving to Mumbai, often dubbed India’s own New York, from my small town down in South India. Unfamiliar faces and language was what was ahead, but I was thrilled. This was my chance to start all over and this time I promised myself it would be my way.

Mumbai is a city of many avatars – the financial capital of India and home to Bollywood which churns out over a hundred movies a year, amongst the many. It is technically made of seven islands, interconnected with the help of land reclaimed from the sea ; but the affair still continues between the land and the sea. The city derives its name from ‘Mumbadevi’, a goddess worshipped by its oldest fishing communities and ‘Aai’, which means ‘Mother’.

After living a sheltered life under my parents’ roof, it was time to get out there and write my own stories, triumphs and lows. Exploring a vibrant multi-faceted city like Mumbai on your own is an exhilarating experience: Initially you test the waters, dip your toe in it and then you get pushed in, blindly. In a city as crowded as Mumbai, this is quite literally true as well which I found out unfortunately through experience. Here, everything is an adventure including getting around the city. The city which is home to over 14 million people, traffic jams are the norm and local trains are called the city’s lifelines. With over half the population commuting to and fro during workdays, getting onto a jam packed local train can often be cited as one of life’s many achievements.

I took the most crowded locals, I held onto helping hands aiding me get onto them, I asked for directions in my broken Hindi and with genuine smiles got helpful tips along with the directions. I went to the southern tip of the city, with the beautiful Victorian buildings from the British colonial era, a reminder of making peace with your past. The Victoria Terminus, in the yellowish glow of the street lamps at night is a sight to behold. This is where the infamous 26/11 shooting took place when a terrorist just walked in and opened fire on the people who were rushing to get home. The city has seen more than its fair share of terrorist attacks, riots and floods. But here is a city that chooses not to be defined by the atrocities it has faced, but by the way how everyone has pulled themselves back together and reached out to others; whose people know how fear and baggage can hold you prisoner and chooses to rise above.

With over a million people from various parts of India moving to Mumbai every year, it is a melting pot of many cultures, languages and social strata. There is a poetic chaos everywhere and in a city where everyone is going through their own struggles, it seems only natural to help each other. What I found most endearing about Mumbai is how it empowers everyone to be their own person. Man or woman, struggling artist or corporate big-shot, laborers or millionaires, there is a Mumbai for everyone. For a girl like me from a small town who is used to everyone having an opinion of everything you do, having the freedom to be who you are was experiencing a freedom I never knew existed. You could be whoever you chose to be!

I made new friends and fell in love, stayed out the whole night watching the city that never sleeps and felt a sense of belonging I never had before. It had been two years since I stepped out of that airport into the mad frenzy of rain, black-and-yellow cabs and people eager to get places. It still smelled the same. It smelt like Freedom.

About the Author: Aswathi Vengallur got bitten by the travel bug when she was a child and never got fully cured. She is often seen in a behind-the-desk job dreaming of being a round-the-world traveler. Once in a while, she manages to let out the nomad in her and you can read about those escapades on her blog.

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Penn Quakers Pounce and Reality TV Saves Lives

Penn Quakers Pounce and Reality TV Saves Lives

Author: Lisa Niver Rajna, CAS’89

Studying at the University of Pennsylvania, I learned fast and worked hard. As my studies focused on science and liberal arts, I never took a class in finance even though The Wharton School is renowned the world over for business. While watching Shark Tank on television, I feel that I am finally getting an education in economics.

Several of my favorite things (University of Pennsylvania and Shark Tank) came together when Ryan Frankel and Kunal Sarda appeared on Shark Tank to seek funding for their app, VerbalizeIt.

These Wharton School Grads bonded over their travel disasters and decided to make a difference. They have taken a lesson from Ben Franklin who said, “Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.” Their medium for communication is a translation platform that “promotes cultural exploration and global trade while also creating employment opportunities for the vast network of multilingual individuals across the world.”

After Frankel was sick in China and unable to get medicine due to the significant language barrier, he knew travelers needed help. Together with Sarda, he created a reasonable priced service staffed with real people and crowdsourced for translation services. This multilingual platform not only provides assistance to individuals but now is also a full service translation solution for global businesses to communicate with international customers. VerbalizeIt can assist companies that want a fully multilingual call center or to translate a fifty page PowerPoint presentation. They can assist with translating video into multiple languages. They are ready to help any company be truly global!

As the planet continues to feel smaller due to globalization and increased access to travel opportunities, we have greater opportunities for misunderstanding. Frankel and Sarda survived their misfortunes and in creating VerbalizeIt are helping others enjoy their travels more and create connections through understanding. With their partnership with Rosetta Stone, they are raising money for Children International. It is possible to make money, do good and make a difference.

Frankel told me that being on Shark Tank “was a good experience as it forces you to answer questions and build your business in a way that you have to do anyway.” His advice to fellow Wharton students reminded me of the books, The Lean Start-Up and Running Lean. “Don’t test ideas in a vacuum. Don’t be afraid to put your idea out there and see what happens. Make sure what you are building is viable by making a Minimal viable product and get data from customers.”

Talking to Frankel, I realized how much he learned at the Wharton School of Business and how much he has to offer the world. I love that nearly twenty-five years after my own graduation from the University of Pennsylvania I am still learning from fellow Penn students and even from reality television!

A version of this article first appeared in Frankly Penn, the blog of the University of Pennsylvania alumni.

VerbalizeIt Beginnings: Shark Tank from VerbalizeIt on Vimeo.

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