"You have a
beginning, a destination, and a question mark in between.
No one knows what's going to happen." — Jim Malusa
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Jim Malusa
Adventures of the Ultimate Under-Achiever
The lofty goal
of some mountain climbers it to ascend the highest peak on
every continent. Not my high school classmate and friend,
Jim Malusa — he had opposite aspirations! He rode his
bike to the lowest point on each continent. That's right,
the ultimate under-achiever. And he was actually paid to do
it! In the early days of the Internet, Discovery.com put together
a satellite communication system for him to upload photos
and reports from the road. I chatted with Jim at his neighborhood
coffee house in Tucson where he goes to check his email. In
spite of having been involved with cutting-edge Internet technology,
he is somewhat of an anti-technologist. He has no Internet
at home, nor does he own a cell phone. He used my cell phone
to call home from the café, and was quite amused that
his name popped up on he screen. He is working on a book about
his trips to the lowest points on each continent.
LYA: So,
Mr. Malusa, tell us about your childhood, your formative years.
How is it you set your sights so low?
JM: [Laughs] I discovered that going high
was cold and uncomfortable. My wife and I always liked to
ride bikes. Our honeymoon was a six-month bike ride. So we
decided to go on a ride in Asia. I was on a bicycle trip with
my her on the Chinese border and we had a choice: up or down.
We said down, down, down, and it ended up that the greatest
part of our trip was going 500 feet below sea level in Western
China. After that trip I got my idea of hitting the low points.
LYA: Was
that the lowest point on the continent?
JM: No. It would be on any other continent,
but it turns out that Asia's lowest point is the Dead Sea
(the lowest point on Earth), at an astounding depth of 1,300
feet. And that’s the shoreline, not the bottom of the
lake.
LYA: So
you didn't always want to go to the lowest points?
JM: I didn’t grow up with a hankering
for caves or mines or anything. But once it became clear that
writing was a career for me (I’m supposed to be botanist
and still am sometimes), I began writing stories for Discovery
Channel Magazine. I thought, "I could do this all
the time." So I became a writer. And then the internet
was born and it essentially ate the magazine, killed it. Some
of the writers, including me, were disappointed that we only
had the internet to write for because we didn’t like
the idea of internet journalism. But Discovery asked me to
do it. In fact the big cheese flew me out to their glittering
headquarters in Bethesda, and he said, "This is the future."
When they first suggested it my response was, "Over my
dead body!" But while I was there someone was doing a
story from the road and I thought, “This is something
the internet is good for." A story that doesn’t
have an end. You just begin, and every two days you’ve
got a story. So your trip is kind of an old-fashioned one.
You have a beginning, a destination, and a question mark in
between. No one knows what's going to happen, not even the
writer himself.
So in 1996 I took the first
of my trips to Australia. I rode my bike from the top end,
Darwin, right to Lake Eyre in south central Australia. I liked
it, and they liked it, so we kept doing it! Every year I’d
go to another continent. Luckily for me, Antarctica doesn’t
have an official low point because I didn’t want to
go there!
Thing is, it was never really
about the low points, it was about travel and exploration.
Just like your work, Mark. They're just places I’d like
to go. And it ends up they’re interesting. I meet people
down there, see salt flats, vast areas that are quiet and
dry, and I like it a lot. Even though I had no idea where
these places were when I began, I enjoyed seeing them. It
reminds me of the blind travel of Dr. Doolittle. He would
open up an atlas and say, "Okay, wherever we put down
the pencil, that’s where we're going." And I didn’t
even know where I wanted to go because hardly anyone knows
where the low points are. Everyone knows Death Valley and
we know about the Dead Sea, but what’s the lowest point
in South America? Where is it in Africa?
LYA: Where is it in South America?
JM: It's not where you’d expect it.
Low points are often right by high points, like Death Valley
is right by Mt. Whitney. The low point in South America is
hanging off the Patagonia coast of Argentina. It’s the
continental shelf. It’s like finding the low point of
North America in Cape Cod. It just doesn’t make sense,
but there it is. It’s about 145 feet below sea level.
But it’s weird. It’s this big peninsula.
LYA: Can
you list all the low points?
JM: I mentioned Lake Eyre in Australia.
The lowest point in Europe is the Caspian Sea which is 92
feet below sea level at the shoreline. It’s called the
Caspian Depression.
In Asia the Dead Sea, on
the border of Palestine, Israel shore line 1300 feet below
sea level. Death Valley in North America is minus 283 feet.
Djibouti, Africa... just finding out it was in Djibouti caused
a brief moment of terror because I saw it was sandwiched between
Ethiopia, Somalia, and Eritrea. Then I realized that not hearing
about a small country in Africa is probably a good thing.
There probably hasn’t been a terrible slaughter or anything,
and as it ended up that was true. Djibouti has a place called
Lac 'Assal which is 500 feet below sea level, yet only about
seven miles from the ocean. Djibouti is situated where the
Saudi Peninsula touches Africa, where the Red Sea opens up
to the Indian Ocean and that’s the beginning of the
Great Rift Valley of Africa. So there’s this narrow
bay that comes in from the Indian Ocean and it gets more and
more skinny, and the lava cliffs get higher and higher, and
as you approach Lac 'Assal you're about 2000 feet above the
sea. Then ahead of you there’s this volcano that last
erupted in the 1970s and just beyond that, 10 miles further,
there's this huge glittering salt hole, and that's the only
pit that is clearly below sea level. You don’t need
a map to tell you the elevation. It's exceptional in that
regard. So there you go, all the low spots!
LYA: What
about the athletic part of it, the bike riding?
JM: That’s a good question. I don’t
think you have to be in extraordinary shape to do this because
it’s downhill. Not very far downhill usually. My wife
is just a little thing, she’s 5'2" and about 100lbs,
and she was riding her bike up mountains in Asia. You end
up going up and down a lot and then a little downhill at the
end, with the exception of the Dead Sea which really did have
an astonishing downhill drop of about 5,000 feet. You drop
off this plateau in Jordan and just swish downhill. That was
a thrill. But you had to get out of the hole at the end, too.
I still think anyone could
do these trips. Once you learn to not be afraid to be alone.
I recommend traveling alone whenever possible, just for the
clarity of thought you have when you’re by yourself.
Plus, if you don’t have a rigid timetable you don’t
have to go any particular distance. You can say, "I’m
tired today and I’m not going any farther."
LYA: But
why the bike then?
JM: The main reason is the attraction that
it has for the people you're passing. You can approach anyone
on a bike. There's never that insular effect you get in a
vehicle. People are curious about what you're doing and how
you got there, which really simplifies things if you need
water or directions. People want to help you out. There's
a great magnetic quality to being on a bike.
LYA: Are
photos going to be a part of your book?
JM: Well I’ve liked taking pictures
since high school. I would like to make it a part of my book.
Another possibility is that when the book comes out you'll
be able to go to a website to see pictures that go with the
book. Or if they just happen to stumble upon the website and
see the pictures they may want the book. I took two cameras
with me on my trip. I had a digital camera that belonged to
Discovery, and those photos belong to them. Then I had my
own camera, just an old 35mm.
LYA: When
you were inspired to do your first trip, did your wife accompany
you?
JM: No, she didn’t. My wife is too
attractive, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate enough
to put out a thousand words every two days. This is probably
the hardest work I’ve ever done. Not only that, but
talking to people, meeting people, making things happen by
being out there instead of just falling into my tent and writing
something. And you have to write, write, write. The bike's
good for that, too. You think about it a lot as you bike down
the road. I have this little notebook and I stop and jot down
ideas. So my wife did not come on any of these trips. The
funny thing is, it never came up.
LYA: Deadlines!
You had a deadline for Discovery and that’s why you
had to write so many words?
JM: Right. Usually it was a long story and
I had to be at the pit at the end of it. I didn’t like
the pressure of that, but I was doing it for the money as
well as the fun, so I had to. So I would hitchhike if I ran
out of time or something happened. So these were not trips
where I was determined to say I rode my bike every bit of
the way.
LYA: So
when you say a month-long story, how often did you send in
a story?
JM: Every two days on average.
LYA: What
kind of equipment enabled you to do that?
JM: I had a digital camera and a laptop computer
at first. In the first of the Australia trips we tried to
use land-based phones, but it was a great big hassle even
in a modern country like Australia. Once you got in the outback
the phones looked like they were steam-powered contraptions
just off the boat or something! And sometimes I ended up dictating
the entire story to my editor’s answering machine at
three o’clock in the morning. So we ended up getting
a satellite phone called Nera from a Norwegian company. It’s
about the size of a laptop computer and weighs 5 lbs. You
actually open the lid of it, point it at a stationary satellite
which is in a fixed position over the equator. It rotates
at the same speed as the Earth, so it sits in the same place
all the time. It works just great. It was very slow, but basically
I could send a story from the Sahara.
LYA:
So you were essentially sending an email.
JM: You know, I didn’t know what it
was.
LYA: The
Discovery Channel set it up for you and you just pressed the
button?
JM: Yeah. I would get a series of instructions,
like do this first, do this second, do this third. I learned
more as I went along, like how to attach the photos. I think
it was called FTP downloading and it went directly to the
Discovery computers. They had technical experts that would
put this stuff together. They went along believing I could
do it... This was the early days of the internet. There was
another website called Mungo Park funded by Microsoft, and
they went on a trip to Ethiopia. They had a boatload of technicians
and satellite dishes. There must've been ten people for one
writer. One very fine writer — David Roberts. But thanks
to Discovery, I could do it all myself. Some people believed
what I was doing was a charade, they'd email to say, "The
jig's up! We know the Discovery van is right behind you!"
They thought I was traveling with a bunch of people. Other
people had the exact opposite misconception and believed I
produced the entire thing from some ditch in the
Sahara. They'd want to know about the graphics and the layout,
how I picked my fonts. I didn't have anything to do with that,
I just sent them text with photos and they produced the whole
site.
The main problem with the
equipment was I'd have to plug in and recharge everything
as often as I could, but it ends up electricity is scarce,
as you well know, in a lot of the backwards corners of the
earth. They have a generator, it might be in a little house
or a Coke stand, but someone’s got a generator somewhere.
LYA: Fascinating!
JM: Discovery, just like every other company,
lost trillions of dollars when the internet dot.com craze
crashed, and they jerked the rug out from under the website
at that point. And there were no longer any stories like mine,
they just didn’t have the money. These were expensive
ventures with so many technicians and equipment... So the
last two trips I just did myself. Never sold the story, just
kept notes. The stories will only be seen in the forthcoming
book.
LYA:
What was your lowest point emotionally on your trips?
JM: Just before I went to Patagonia one of
my best friends was killed in a climbing accident. I was actually
angry at mountains, and when I crossed the Andes and I’d
shake my fist at them. I’d think, "You goddamned
mountains!" I was pretty depressed after that. But I
recovered quickly.
LYA: What
about down and out, what about no money?
JM: Some people would email me and tell me,
"You think that’s the lowest point in South America,
you gotta try eating guano in the basement in Buenos Aires
200 feet down. You know you can get a lot lower than that,
buddy." So the jokes were frequent. I mean, you've got
Julie Andrews, "Climb Every Mountain," the Air Force
and their recruiting posters “Aim High," you get
messages about feeling high — and being down, in the
pits, it's bad. Every trip I had there were jokes, “Hope
you're not depressed!” and then they'd put in large
letters JOKE to make sure I understood.
LYA: You're
a desert rat, raised in Tucson. Do you think that has something
to do with being attracted to the desert?
JM: Yeah, I came to Tucson in 1972. I was
born in Chicago but I’ve lived here most my life. The
desert's simple, that’s what I like about it. Even though
I grew up in Tucson, I didn’t seek out the desert until
later when the allure became stronger. I always liked to camp
so much that I wanted to be able to go year-'round and the
desert allows me to do that. I fell in love with the emptiness
of it, the space, the views, the balance. I like our desert
best, all the giant cactus, and I wouldn't trade it.
LYA: Thanks,
Jim. It was good talking to you again.
JM: Nice talking to you too, Mark.
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Reader
Responses:
A dolphin experience and a literary one
One of the things I enjoy
most about doing Adventure Alerts is the response I get from
readers. Here are two I got last week that are worth sharing.
The first is from Scott, better known as Señor Eh-Scott,
who has joined me for several of my adventures. The second
is from Dr. Farb, the doctors' doctor, a philosopher and metaphysician
who has spent the better part of his life on the road. He
emailed his piece without a title.
Enjoy,
Mark
Hola
amigos,
Just a short story for your enjoyment. So here I am in Liberia, Costa
Rica, in the exact Internet Café Mark and I used several years
ago. I believe Mark was their first customer and spent so much money
here that they were able to start with a bang. I am on my way to Playa
Copal near La Cruc way up north on the Pacific by Nicaragua. I will
be kite boarding if the winds are happening. Took Melanie to the Airport
at 5am this morning and am now ahead of schedule and it´s damn
hot outside.
Two days ago I was surfing in Matapalo near Dominical and the most amazing
thing happened. It was a half hour before sunset. It was raining lightly
with a hint of lightning way out to sea. First two huge dolphins surfaced
right next to me and I mean "reach out and touch" kind of
next to me. Scared the crap out of me at first. Then two more joined
them in a game of Circle the Surfer as they swam around me, almost touching
me. As each swam by each would roll on its side and look me in the eye.
After 5 minutes they became bored and swam off. Then suddenly one jumped
completely out of the water right through the peak of a 7 ft. wave.
Another soon followed 10 ft. from the first one. Each of them no more
than 15 ft. from me. Then they swam back to me, then away, then back
then they finally swam to about 50 ft. away as they joined another 10
friends. I decided to try to entertain them so I started paddling the
opposite direction as fast as I could. After about 15 seconds two appeared
under me swimming as they do under boats where they crisscross back
and forth under the bow, only in this case they had to go 1/10 speed
and I had to not paddle too deep so that I would not hit them. Each
would surface every 3 seconds just ahead of my board and 6 inches to
the side. I kept wondering if they wanted me to grab their dorsal fins,
that´s how close they were. I soon tired and they became bored
with the slow surfer. They rolled to their sides one last time, gave
me a look and were off. Just incredible. What can I say. And the surf
was hot too.
Adios,
Scott
Travel
derives from the French for travail
Despite modern conveyances it's still work
Perseverance and courage to march on the trail
Dealing with unknown and cultural quirks.
Humanity honors the passing traveler,
harkening back to shared, forgotten history
by welcoming into heart, hearth and home
We embrace together the mystery
that soulfully we are part of a Unity
despite differences of class, tongue and race
Taking strangers in fosters community
offering chance to see our common face.
Hospitality combines selfish and generous
for all concerned are wonderfully blessed.
When love is the motive, effort's not onerous
Sense of equality for host as well as guest.
— Dr. Farb, 4/11/05
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