The notebook guy started it

For a few months now, I’ve been actively thinking about and planning for the biggest trip of my life so far: Te Araroaโ€”or TA. Basically, a long walk from the top of the North Island of New Zealand to the bottom of the South Island.

An essential part of the research is watching YouTube videos of other hikers that have gone before me, to learn from their experiences, to observe their gear, and methodologies and incorporate the lessons in my own planning and preparation. In one such video, I saw a brief scene where a hiker walks into a hut and greets the rest of the hikers who return the gestureโ€”clearly they all know each other. And one of the hikers in the hut looked up from his notebook in which he’d been scribbling something.

It was the first time I saw a video of someone writing in a notebook on TA. Most people use technologyโ€”cameras, voice recorders, phones, drones. It’s not a big deal, if you think about it. Journaling is such a common habit and a lot of hikers do it. I just hadn’t seen anyone do it on a five-month endurance hike like TA.

That got me thinking about my own trip and how I’d document my journey. I hadn’t thought about that particular thing before. I loved the idea of writing on a notebookโ€”in fact, I think I’ll still have a notebook. I’d appreciate the sheer analogue-ness of it after a hard day of walking.

But I also knew, within five seconds of watching that video, that I couldn’t rely only on handwritten notebooks to document my trip. One accident on the Whanganui river canoe section and all my notes would be dripping, dead weight.

I could use the Notes app on my phone, I considered. But they’d be so scattered. I didn’t know if I could trust myself to have the discipline to date and location-tag every entry, especially when I might be going through rainy, windy, sleety, scree slopey environments every day.

So I decided to find an alternative option that’d work a bit more… the way I want it to.

As a marketing copywriter who once obsessed with being found online, I’m ashamed to admit this: I didn’t even research what other options might be out there. Instead, like so many people of my generation and industry, I figured I’d just ask Claude.

For months I’d watched people on LinkedIn rave about Claude Code and brag about how they kept hitting their limits. There were proud posts about being on the highest paid plan of Claude Code because they were just building so much cool shit that the peasant version wasn’t enough anymore.

I hadn’t tried Claude Code yet because I didn’t know what I’d build. It seemed rather frivolous to pay for it for the sake of poking it and seeing if it’d poke back.

That clip of a guy writing on his notebook was the impetus I needed. I sat down with Claude Chat to talk it through. What could I build with Claude that could be useful for me on trail, and help me learn the basics of Claude Code and building a solution on it?

So I started experimenting with Claude Code. I’m building something to help me document my trip, and structure it in a way I can look back on and appreciate in the future. But as with any experiment, although the excitement and novelty of it buoys me, I also wonder if what I’m building will truly withstand the trail. I guess there’s only one way to find out.


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Tower of freedom

Say Miami and people reply with, “Beach,ย please.”

Yes, from what I saw in my brief time in Miami, the city is all about its many beaches, suntans, margaritas, and coastal souvenirs.

But what if you don’t like all of the above?

That was me in Miami. A vegan in the seafood city. A park walker among shopaholics. The best thing about it, though, about being an outcast, is that you find places no one else talks about.

Like The Freedom Tower, for instance.

An art museum and the headquarters of a few departments of the Miami Dade College, the Freedom Tower was once the epicentre of Miami’s people.

When I first set eyes on the building, I knew nothing about it. My map informed me it was a museum, and curious to learn the city’s cultureโ€Š-โ€Šand more so to avoid standing under the sunโ€Š-โ€ŠI entered the intricate architectural marvel. I’d noticed from afar that it was a proper tower. Although smaller in diameter than the buildings I’d seen in New York City and Chicago, it’s just as tall.

Paying a rather hefty entrance fee of $12, I went it with a confused mind. Perhaps I over paid, I wondered. I worry about entrance fees where ever I go, not because of the price but because I hate leaving thinking I’d wasted it. The thought lingered as I accepted the brochures from staff, listening as they explained what I should expect to see before letting me explore.

Constructed in 1925, The Freedom Tower was the headquarters of The Miami News, which the publication vacated in 1957 as refugees from Cuba flocked the city and the government needed a place to process them.

As I stood there watching vintage photographs of the people who’d fled Fidel Castro’s regime to come to Miami instead, I felt an intense coldness replace the heat in my body. Children torn away from their parents, families shattered, lives disrupted, these people had come to the only place that’d take them. And there I was, half a century later, on the same spot that the early residents of Miami had bled and wept.

It was a powerful moment of realisation. Although the government sold the building to private buyers afterwards, it still stands as a haunting reminder of the city’s history. It’s no wonder that Spanish is such an integral part of Miamiโ€Š-โ€Šairports, stores, street signs all had a Spanish version of their English text and messages.

Concluding that I hadn’t wasted my money at all, I moved on to other exhibits. Sure, I could’ve learnt the history and, perhaps, even seen the photos online. However, there’s a strange comfort about being in the presence of history.

The New World Mural 1513

The New World Mural - The Freedom Tower, Miami
The New World Mural – The Freedom Tower, Miami

The building’s design included the original but painters had to recreate it in 1988 to protect it from ruin.

Kislak Center

This one showcased hundreds of artefacts and tools used by early settlers of Miami, including cultural representations from ancient civilisations, as well as paintings and statues of olden traditions like games, meditation behaviours, and social gatherings. Original copies of history books and writing samples, and even copies of Robinson Crusoe and Treasure Island.

By the People

By the People - An exhibition at The Freedom Tower, Miami
By the People – An exhibition at The Freedom Tower, Miami

This is an entire floor dedicated to social and technological advancements in the US. It was perhaps the most interesting and surprising part of my visit to The Freedom Tower. It showcases social developmental proposals from individuals and organisations. Some of them were just plans but some were in production.

Examples include, an urban housing plan for California, an upgraded city plan for Detroit, eco-friendly gear and cycles for farmers, waste management systems, abortion awareness campaigns, hydrology development plans for LA, and even a proposal to revamp windows in prisons to improve inmates’ morality.

These stunning proposals made me wonder how much the world is changing and how less we’re aware of it. New home designs, architecture plans, systems for police personnel protection, smart vehicles, all of which were a glimpse of our potential and the possible future. Humans are incredible, and the mind’s capabilities transcend the impossible.

If only we put that to good use, we’ll leave the world a far better place than we found it.ย Perhaps humanity isn’t lost after all. If onlyโ€Š-

Of the past

Good times have gone by

trials, testaments gone by

trailing still, traces

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Photo: Vintage typewriter at the American Writers Museum, Chicago.

The Millennium Park

My first day in Chicago, I decided to visit the bean. Of course, Iโ€™d heard from friends whoโ€™d visited and from the countless online recommendations that visiting the Millennium Park and The Bean within is a must-do activity while in town.

And so I did. Clutching my umbrella trying to stay dryโ€”on the second day of summer, mind youโ€”I entered the almost empty park. It was a Friday, but the rains had doused minds of potential tourists (I realised on another day).

Unmissable and grand was the Jay Pritzker Pavilion. Facing the Great Lawn, itโ€™s a massive open area fit for concerts and parties for none other than the second-most populous city in the United States.

Jay-Pritzker-Pavilion

It took me a while to comprehend the grandeur of the Pavilion, and even more time to understand how weird the structure is. Itโ€™s an architectural marvel, for sure, but to me at first, it looked like a giant spiderโ€™s webโ€”but a beautiful one at that, though.

Turning away, I faced the only other thing everyone spoke aboutโ€”The Bean. Iโ€™d never understood what all the hoopla was about it. And I thought perhaps Iโ€™d see whatโ€™s so great about it when I did indeed see it in real life. I didnโ€™t.

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Sure, it looked nice. Itโ€™s a giant coffee-bean-shaped metal structure that reflects everything in front and underneath it. And because of the unique shape, the reflections are different from one place to another. When I stood outside the bean, my reflection seemed just like on any other mirror, but as I walked underneath, my reflection distorted. It was interesting for a few minutes, but I couldnโ€™t gather why itโ€™s such a huge tourist destination.

At that point I realised: The bean isnโ€™t the only worth-while spot in the city. And I decided to find the other, less known marvelsโ€”the places that donโ€™t make it into popular tourism brochures. And I did find some of them, too. (More on them later.)

Expecting something more promising from Chicago, I turned to the Lurie Garden. The raindrops on petals made already enchanting plans even more attractive. It was a beautiful sight. And like any plant-laden area, the scent of wet grass and fresh blossoms cheered me up in an instant.

As I walked around the garden, crouching low to read the name cards of the plants, I realised how towering the buildings of Chicago are. All around me were high-rise constructionsโ€”some gawk-worthy, to be honestโ€”looking over puny trees and humans alike. I was in a natural sanctuary in the middle of a concrete jungle.

Exiting the garden, I got lost. The Millennium Park is such a large area that itโ€™s only too easy to lose your way. I didnโ€™t mind, though. I like walking and exploring and I ended up going round and round in circles.

Then I saw something odd. It was a huge pillar, sitting snug in the middle of a big clearing. As I approached it, I saw it wasnโ€™t a pillar but a fountain. A huge structure spitting water in an incessant manner. And it was still raining. When I walked around it, I saw there was another one, and with the face of a child on it. It was a pair of fountains, both flashing human faces that spew copious amounts of water.

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It was fun to watch, but soon lost itโ€™s thunder. Itโ€™s a massive attraction for tourists, and as I saw on a different day, children and parents alike play and drench themselves in the fountain.

Crown-Fountain---twins

For me, though, itโ€™s more interesting to think about the resources and effort it took to construct these architectural wonders of the Millennium Park. During my visit I came across hundreds of such large and grand structures that mustโ€™ve taken the best of architectures and the most expensive of materials. It put the wealth of corporate America in a new perspective.

Oh, but the trip was wonderful. And more posts (and photos) follow.