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7 Questions with Captain and Clark

Here at 1000 Fights we invite some great couple wanders to put down their compass and backpacks and take a few moments to share their take on our seven questions.  This week we would like to introduce you to the traveling duo that call themselves:  Captain and Clark (aka Chris and Tawny).  As their name accurately indicates, these two are all about adventure.

Blog:  http://captainandclark.com/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/CaptainandClark

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/CaptainAndClark

couple travel bloggersFirst off, tell us a little about the two of you?  How did you guys meet?  You have a very clever blog name.  Where/how did you come up with it?

We are Chris and Tawny, currently hailing from sunny Seattle, Washington.  We actually met while in Tanzania where we were climbing Mount Kilimanjaro.  Romantic, no?  It’s hard not to fall for someone when they’re covered in dirt and grime and have only showered with wet wipes for the last two weeks.

As for our blog name, it happened pretty organically.  We had been living in South Korea and filming videos for our friends and family back home.  We decided that we should come up with a name for ourselves and Chris decided on Captain and Clark.  One, because Chris is an actual sea captain and well, Tawny’s last name is Clark.  Two, because it’s an alliteration and those are the best.

 1) How many countries visited between the two of you?

Between the two of us?  We’ve probably been to about 40 total.  The majority of those come from Chris’ time at sea.  Together we’ve traveled to about 10.  We’re working on getting that number higher though.  It doesn’t seem like a lot of places, but we spent two years living and teaching in South Korea.  Quality over quantity.  At least that’s what we’ve been telling ourselves.

2) If you had to travel with someone else besides your travel partner, who would it be?  (this person can be living, historical or mythical?.)

He Said:  I would have to choose Tyrian Lanister.  I respect his travel style.  He’s always hungry for new experiences, he’s a well of clever banter, and he could fit very well in my carry-on.  No extra tickets needed.

She Said:  Ryan Gosling.   Kidding.  Kind of.  This question is a hard one.  I think I would have to choose between Amelia Earhart, Ayaan Hirsi Ali (you’ve got to read her autobiography), or … Ryan Gosling.  As sappy as it sounds, Chris is an ideal travel companion.  I don’t know if anyone would ever be able to top him.

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Grand Canyon3)What has been your favorite destination in your wanderings?

 He said:  It would have to be South Korea.  I found Korea to be the most genuine travel experience.  Of all the places that I’ve been to, the country and the people opened their arms and embraced me fully.  It allowed me to experience the country more deeply than any place that I had ever been.  It was so easy to access all of its culture and history.

She said:  While Korea will always have a special place in my heart, I think one of my most favorite destinations would have to be Bahrain.  We only spent a few days in the country, but we were able to see and experience so much.  We witnessed royal falcons being trained to hunt, ate our weight in shwarmas, and were able to experience Ashura first hand.  It was incredible, one of the top travel destinations to say the least.

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4)  Tawny-We hear rumors that you are a blackbelt?  Chris-We understand that you hunt with Bahraini Falcons, true?  We pity the fool that messes with you two.

He said:  Unfortunately, I personally do not hunt with Bahraini falcons.  I wish I did though.  I did, however, get my very own blackbelt alongside Tawny while we were in South Korea. I did fence for several years before the blackbelt though, which is another rich kid sport, like falcon hunting. If only I had done polo too…

 She said:  Ah, it’s true.  Chris and I both studied Hapkido during our time in South Korea.  We actually received our double black belts right before we left.  We were also being trained in the art of kum-do towards the end of our time in Korea.  We had extremely sharp katanas that we were learning to control.  I only sliced myself a couple of times.

couple travelers5)  We love your bucket list, but one item has us scratching our heads: Find witches and healers on Siguijor, Philippines.  Story please?

 He said:  I had heard a rumor that there were healers and witches on the island of Siquijor in the Philippines.  How could one possibly turn that down?  The first chance we got, we went on a quest to find them and see if the stories were true.

She said:  It was our Christmas break in South Korea and we decided that it was time to visit the Philippines.  My mother is Filipino, but was born and raised in Hawaii.  I had always wanted to go and see the islands of “my people”.  We stayed at a little resort called “Casa de la Playa” situated right on the beach.  Our host took us out one day in search for a local healer.  Upon meeting him, Chris had his shoulder looked at and massaged with sacred healing oils.

We were told that the island possessed white magic healers and black magic sorcerers.  The black magic practitioners often do it in hiding as they could be killed for practicing dark magic.  I think we just barely scratched the surface of what truly happens on Siquijor.  It would be interested to go back and see what we find out.

6) If you could solve one problem in the world what would it be? Why?

 He said:  I would solve people’s inability to empathize with one another.  It’s people’s inability to see the world through another person’s perspective that’s at the root of all conflict.  That’s what I love about travel.  It forces you to see the world through a different lens.

She said:  Piggybacking off of Chris’ answer, I would love to make it easier for people, especially the younger generation, to travel.  It would be incredible to see the change it makes in everyone’s lives.

I’d also like to make bacon fat-free but just as delicious.

 7)You knew it was coming….What has been your greatest travel fight/disagreement?

 She said:  Haha, I like that you have me answering first on this one!  I’m being completely honest when I say that we’ve never had a huge travel fight.  Our only fights and disagreements happen when I’m tired and hungry and they’re usually about nothing.  If anything, the majority of our fights happen when we’re home.  I think we’re both at our peak when we travel and it’s definitely when we’re the happiest.

He said:  I honestly cannot think of any fight that we’ve had while traveling.  The only time we do fight is when we’re stationary or at home.  Travel is the best couple’s therapy I can think of.

Aren’t they a hoot?  If anything, we hope that hearing and feeling their passion for travel inspires you to get out and see the world as a couple.  Thanks again to our good friends from “sunny” Seattle.  Now go and check out one of their hilarious adventure videos!

The Whispers of Mt. Kilimanjaro


Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro


Her name, so utterly foreign yet bitterly familiar, still invokes Dickens’ ostensible opposites. To reproduce it from my lips freshens my mind with rivaling sensations of joyful enthusiasm and painful failure. Kilimanjaro. This is the story of my fight with her.


We met at Machame camp in Tanzania – our first date was a steep climb through lush rainforest was complete with monkeys, vines, and the two interacting in a natural manner. Though it was challenging, I was vigorous and her beauty and charm were intriguing. As our day’s journey slowed to an end, a taste of what to was to come arrived in the form of an eerie aberration – the landscape transforming from thick and green to misty and moss-strewn. Nonetheless it still had a strange allure, and camping just below the cloud layer offered a romantic sense of vulnerability. I admired her.


The second day brought an initial victory – plunging through a dense layer of fog, any temptation to attempt a retreat changed from the prospect of a leisurely downhill path, to a seemingly impenetrable floor of clouds. It was easier to go on. She was ruthless and uncaring as the slope sharpened. Plant life was sparse and the air thin as we crossed through 12,000 feet. I found myself out of breath – not only in awe of her splendor, but also aghast of her cruelty. By the time we arrived at Shira camp, I wasn’t interested dinner – African hot dogs and semi-fresh vegetables, preferring instead to rest. If she had embittered me with her heartless grind throughout the day, I forgot it altogether when she rewarded me with the most brilliant sunset these eyes have ever beheld. I loved her.

Given the austerity of the scenery on the third day, I should have known she would eventually break my heart. I may as well have been on the moon. There was a cold, fierce wind. Vegetation went from scarce to non-existent, along with oxygen, and my aching muscles were letting me know. My heart in particular, having to beat at twice its normal rate to oxygenate my blood, literally felt like it would beat right out of my chest. I trudged in the shadow of the peak – she, staring down on me with contempt, yet I, at her in admiration. By the time we arrived at camp it was dark – a blessing. Had I seen what the next morning would bring, I would never have awakened.

Barranco wall engulfed the entire panorama – not saying “good morning,” but saying, “I’m insurmountable.” I believed her. Lines of porters, like ants, weaved their way to its crest; identifiable only by the white bags they carried on their heads. I set out, no longer greeting fellow climbers with a cheery “Jambo,” but with a disgusted sigh. At the top of Barranco I felt no joy, only the obligation to continue. If I allowed myself, I could feel satisfaction – even a thrill, but I couldn’t. I felt anguish. It was an endless cycle of descent before inevitable ascent. Torment. The climb to Barafu, the final camp, I made only with the motivation of cursing her through clenched teeth. I hated her.


With only a few hours to rest before we began the summit at midnight I had little sleep. Donning arctic winter gear and headlamps for our final encounter, I set out in conquest with a shard of hope. The altitude was taking its toll and nausea set in along with muscle cramps. I wretched. Still, I pushed along for 3 hours in the dark, each footstep barely ahead of the last, progress coming at great cost. My body was revolting. When I could push no longer, at 1700 vertical feet below the summit, I stared up at the moon and collapsed. I despised her.

And though she conquered me, stole from me all that I could offer, and left me hungry and wanting… I love her still. She respects me still. And neither of us will concede that we’ve seen the last of each other.

Guest Post by Brad from World Wanderlusting.    Brad climbed Kilimanjaro in September of 2010 with friends and co-workers on the Machame Route with Zara Tours (www.climbingkilimanjaro.com). He and his brother, Sheldon, write a travel blog: www.WorldWanderlusting.com.

1000Fights: Brad is a great friend and like minded traveler.   What a great post!  Poetry!  Please check out Brad’s blog and follow him on Twitter @worldwanderlust!