Adventures In Covering the World Cup 2010

This summer's World Cup 2010 in South Africa was chock full of interesting twists and turns. Some were sad, such as the unexpected passing of Nelson Mandela's great granddaughte. Others were in line with a typical TMZ newsflash, like Paris Hilton's marijuana incident. Heartbreak on the field for Ghana and mutiny off the field for France. No one can say that this global competition lacked in drama.

I was under the impression that the buzz of activity would remain solely within the confines of the host nation. However, I guess a bit of it decided to come my way.

I received a unique opportunity to cover the American team for a radio sports program. This was my first foray into serving as a correspondent of sorts.

On the first scheduled date to go on the air, the station tower was struck by lightning. It was a no go, and so as national players took the field to begin play, my dreams of giving my World Cup comments over the air would have to be put on hold.

The next week, I was determined to let my voice be heard. Another invitation to weigh in on the US Men's National team was accepted. However, I couldn't be present at the station for the interview.

My solution at the time was to simply call in from my cellphone while riding shotgun in a car. Unaware that I broke two cardinal rules in radio interviews (using a cellphone and being in transition), I patiently waited for my time to shine.

The radio hosts brought me on the air, and everything was going fine until the car that I was traveling in was pulled over at an out-of-the-blue police check point. Let's just say it made for two crazy minutes in my radio career...

Fortunately, the hosts were great sports about it, and the following week I gave my World Cup insights in studio, minus the lightning/police barracades!

To Stay or Not To Stay: Hollywood Beach Hotel

I come across many people who express their desire to have an extended stay at the beach or to journey to far flung places in the world. The number one obstacle to making their desire a reality is money.

I will be the first to admit. Travel and housing expenses can wipe out a budget depending on your destination and length of stay.

Well, I want to propose one way to reduce your housing expenses. Explore the option of staying in a hostel.

Like some of my readers, I had watched backpackers wander into interesting looking buildings with colorful signs that read “hostel”, but I had my own assumptions as to what these places entailed. Other readers do not have any idea about hostels whatsoever.

A hostel is a low cost, accommodation where travelers reside in “dorm style” rooms. Most of these rooms contain bunk beds and can hold up to 8-10 people, depending on the size of the room. The dorm rooms are can be single gender or mixed gender. Typically, mixed gender rooms are lower cost. In addition to the dorm style rooms, there are some private room options available at rates that are similar to that of a motel. Prices for the multi-bed options can range from $12-23.

Sounds like a steal, right? Well, I love the price too. However, I always wondered if the tradeoff of cleanliness, privacy, safety and who –knows-whatever-else was worth it.

So, how about a little experiment?

I had been doing a little research prior to my journey to Hollywood, Florida and located The Hollywood Beach Hotel. The owners have a number of traditional hotel properties on South Beach, and this Hollywood edition looked to be a really cool looking place. HBH has private rooms, family suites AND dorm style rooms on the site.

I took a visit last night, and I decided to take the plunge.

Although I had read rave reviews about the place online, I still had the slight, unsubstantiated fear that one of my dorm mates would try and harm me in the middle of the night. The self-concocted, horrific storyline fell flat. My three dorm mates are quiet, polite and European.

My sole disappointment thus far is that I can’t fully sit up straight while sitting on my bed. My head keeps hitting the base of the top bunk.

And…the most interesting encounter was with a guy who proudly announced to me (and everyone in the living room) that he was from East Point (near Atlanta) and that he The Hollywood Beach Hotel so much that he had been living there for 30 days. To learn more about HBH and all the freebies that they provide its lodgers, check out their web site.

Not For Tourists: Roadside Burgers

The people I meet probably know more about me than those of you reading this blog entry. I think it’s because everything is so new (aka Me) and there’s an ongoing question and answer conversation.

For example, did you know that I do not eat eggs or cheese (except for on pizza), I don’t drink milk, but I love ice cream? If you don’t, my trainer does.

This evening we were continuing a discussion about me not eating beef or pork and comparing the costs of hot dogs and hamburgers in our respective countries. In the middle of our conversation, my trainer told me that under no circumstances does he eat a hamburger from a street vendor. (Now when a local tells you they don’t do something, this is when you need to put on your thinking cap and get a pen to take notes.)
It seems that those roadside hamburgers are more than likely not beef. Let’s try donkey or horse meat. Sounds tasty, right?

The Snack Xchange: Taste Like Jiffy

My snack arsenal is pretty serious. I bring a couple of boxes fruit snacks, trail mix, a snickers or two. Some of the snacks are for me. The rest of the snacks are to give away to my trainer(s) and other athletes. Well, the snacks go both ways. The other day at training they were passing out cake slices (bollo) by Bimbo. Bimbo is probably the equivalent of Little Debbie as far as the snack game goes.

This was my first time trying it, and it was good. My chunk definitely gave me a dose of energy. Check it out!

What Could Have Been Had The King of Pop Went South….

Every time I travel outside of the U.S., it amazes me just how big our cultural footprint is on the rest of the world. Many of my conversations with natives include questions about American movies, politics (if something really good is going on) and music.

I cannot tell you how many crazy American songs that I hear in stores, on public transportation, and in people’s homes. (I don’t think I have ever gone to someone’s residence without them showcasing their knowledge of American music via playlist! For the record, many of the songs can be caught on one of those throwback VH-1 countdowns..)

So it only makes since that Michael Jackson show up somewhere, right? Well, I guess but in Colombia this dude is in such random places. On my very first bus ride to training, I see a wall tag that read, “Michael Jackson Lives.” I made a mental note and thought to myself, “It’s good to see the respect is here in Barranquilla.”

Last week, my trainer and I took my laundry on a tour of the city. (I will explain in another post.) As we were riding the bus, I hear some notes and told my trainer, “I think this is Michael Jackson.” My trainer was a little unsure; but as soon as the beat played, it was confirmed that someone did a Spanish cover of I Just Can’t Stop Loving You. Now, I had to start laughing because this is the second time the Pop King has appeared, and I am a believer in the 3 incident rule.

What could possibly be next? A t-shirt? An album? A painting?

Well, a week later I received my answer. At my trainer’s birthday party, my trainer was the DJ/Selecta/Turntable Master (via computer). About halfway into the evening, We Are the World begins blasting through the subwoofer on the patio. I wasn’t expecting it, but maybe MJ wasn’t either. What if he would’ve headed south to Colombia for a little R&R? I still might be watching him live on the concert channel in Barranquilla….

Wrong Taxi, Wrong Street: Qiana's Encounter with Colombian Police

This evening I attended a small birthday celebration for my trainer in Barranquilla, Professor Alzate. Everything was great, and I had a fabulous time.

However, there was a small, but jarring twist to my evening. Ronald, a fellow athlete, was charged with the task of making sure that I arrived to my temporary residence safely. He, along with my trainer, flagged a taxi and negotiated the fare.

We had to have gone maybe 3 side streets when two Colombian Policeman stop the car. It is around probably midnight or so at the time (I think). They are waving their flashlights in the car and asking the driver questions. Before I know it, we are asked to get out of the car. One policeman is asking me questions on one side of the car, while his partner is questioning my escort.

Now, the Spanish is coming fast from the policeman and slow from me. I was instructed to step away from the car, open my bag and answer whether or not I had drugs. I was processing everything as fast as I could, but it was obvious the Policeman wasn't understanding why I was giving short answers and not pleading my case.

Ronald was doing all he could to explain as fast as he could why in the world I was looking like a panic stricken, non-Spanish speaking American on a side street in the middle of a nontourist neightborhood in Barranquilla.

For the first 3 minutes, I started to get a really sick feeling to my stomach. You know you hear about those stories of shady police, being in the wrong place at the wrong time and the stigma (unfortunately) of being an American.

Ronald could sense I wasn't looking too well, and he told me to stay calm. I, too inserted a mental note of looking at peace because those guilty of transporting drugs panic, right?

Taxis passed down the dark street and there were a few passersby, as Ronald and I watched the two cops talk on their radios, check under the hood of the car and continually ask questions of our driver.

Finally, the police agreed to Ronald's plea to let us go so that he could make sure that I arrived to my aparthotel. I was happy that whatever the ongoing situation with the taxi driver didn't automatically include the passengers.

We were told to get back in our original taxi. One of the policemen hopped in the front seat...and that's where the video picks up. Here's the remainder of my trip after my encounter with the Colombian Police. Getting a lift to a main street. Ronald negotiating with another driver, and then recounting our hold up. Of course, I follow up with my English synopsis.

Walking on Coals: The Sand of Puerto Colombia

My first day of training was pretty uneventful. I did wake up in the middle of the night to realize that I had a small puncture in my left foot. I guess my adrenaline from all of the day’s events finally reached a normal level at 3:00 a.m…

It wasn’t anything that a little antibiotic ointment couldn’t begin working on. Well, the second day of training I figured couldn’t be that much different. I had devised a way to provide slight relief to my feet when they couldn’t tolerate the temperature of the sand. It’s a little sand shuffle that I do that turns over the top sand to reveal a slightly cooler layer underneath! LOL

Well, at 8:30 a.m. on the training grounds of Puerto Colombia, there was no shade and just a straight outpouring of bright sunshine from the heavens. It was very picturesque until I took off my shoes and socks. My professor and his footvolley partner were moving around like it was a normal day. I tried to play it off, but about 40 minutes into training I thought I was walking on hot coals. My quick 5 minute rest request intensified as I walked over to get my shoes and socks because the sand had just been heating up the whole 40 minutes. Hotter Sand! Fear, Shock and Fast tipping. I couldn’t get my socks and shoes on fast enough. Even the warmth of my shoes paled in comparison. Needless to say, I trained the remainder of the session in socks. It made a world of difference, but the Colombian sand and I will have to make peace with one another—it’s an inevitable reality.

New Meat: Mosquitoes Go Hard Once Again

You would think that by now I would have the whole battle against mosquitoes under control. It appears that I am no better armed than I was the last time. Instead of waiting for the first bite, I was proactive and just sprayed at every opportunity. Before training, I spray. After my shower, I spray. Before I go to bed, I spray.

I know it may seem a bit strange to spray before I go to bed, but you know once mosquitoes are on to you—they wage a war at all hours, especially at night.

Well, nothing has worked. I have been attacked. They didn’t even spare my neck (and this is a first—a low blow I might add). I am up for suggestions from South American natives or those individuals who have successfully resided relatively bite free in this area of the world.

It’s not a cute sight when combined with some training blemishes. The legs are looking like a construction zone, but I know this is only temporary. I just need a little help on how to get over the hump.

Search & Seizure: 3 Staple Items In My Travel Bag

I boarded my flight in Miami with a slight concern. Every international flight I’ve been on requires you to fill out that immigration entry form. It asks the usual information-who, when, where and why are you showing up. Well, I did not know the answer to one of those questions. What is the address where you will be staying?
I had to be quite frank. I ran through the list of options. I could…1. Fake it and put a hotel that I had read about on the internet ( my memory is selectively impeccable in this regard). 2. Leave the space blank. Pray to Jesus for His white light to get those armed, Colombian guards to show me some favor. or 3. Write in a hybrid of 1 and 2—la casa de mi amigo (the home of my friend).

I tried to see if I could take a cue from my seat partner. The entire flight I thought this guy was Colombian and knew exactly what was going on. Come to find out, he asked me in plain English how to complete the form since he was Puerto Rico American, from New York, a new transplant to Phoenix and on his 1st trip to Colombia. He put his US address in the blank—not a good look…

Well, I left the address blank and concluded that God could only shine his face on me for not falsifying this document.

Outside of this blank space on my form, I have to confide my impending encounter with Colombian immigration brought feelings of slight trepidation. I am an upstanding traveler. Don’t get me wrong. However, immigration officials can make the process short or long. If they want to personally be in your business (which does happen), there is nothing stopping them.

Well, the Colombian official didn’t give me that much grief until he eyed the address box. There seemed to be a few trick questions. Why are you here? To visit a friend. Are you here for work? No. I am here to visit a friend. Where are you staying? In the home of my friend. What is the address? I don’t know, but I have a phone number.

The phone number was the lifesaver…and I was passed along to another guard who asked me the same question. Only 10 feet stood between me and freedom—and fortunately, he let me take that walk.

In previous instances, immigration officials have engaged in a search and seizure that would make onlookers think that I was really a suspicious character.

Do you want to know what they usually see? Here’s 3 things that you will always find in my travel back if you do a search and seizure.

1. Satin Pillowcase: Some people wear head wraps. I sleep on a gold satin pillowcase. Cotton pillow cases wreak havoc on your hair. You know I have to protect the curls!
2. Business Magazine: Depending on the length of the trip, I will have at least one. This time I have two-Fast Company and Inc. I am almost finished with both…
3. Fruit Snacks: I can’t transport fruit, but I need a snack that takes up minimal space, differs from my trail mix and crackers. Fruit snacks are a logical choice. Also, they are a great peace offering to pass along to new friends!

P.S. I forgot to pack my pillowcase on this trip...not a good look

Gringa Vs. Local: Walking A Fine Line

I know you want to travel everywhere with me in Barranquilla. However, I can’t make any promises on the images that you are gonna get.

I really try my best to blend in with the crowd when I travel. I do this for a couple of reasons. I train and travel in areas that are not frequented by tourists. Why call undue attention to myself?

I will admit that here are some obvious things that I do or wear that make me stand out like a sore thumb. (I will discuss those challenges in later entries) However, I try to keep those to a minimum.

Fortunately, I will not be short on commentary on the city with some of the hottest sand that my feet have encountered. Stay tuned to learn more about my latest South American adventure.

Columbia or Colombia Colombia?

I am in Colombia. I know this may raise an eyebrow because many of you didn't see this coming. Neither did I to be quite frank.

In the midst of planning another trip to Brazil, a series of events took place that have me typing this entry from a small inn in Barranquilla as Velez and Deportiva Italia battle it out in a 2010 Copa Libertadores match.

Before you hit up Barranquilla on Wikipedia, I will tell you that the city is quite large and is located on the Caribbean side of the ocean. This city is known for its 4 day Carnavale.

It was less than a week ago that I began conducting a serious inquiry into all things Barranquilla. By Monday, I was debating the finer points of selecting an airline.

My experience today confirmed that my airline selection was on point. I selected the Colombian airline for the second half of my trip. The price was excellent, and I like to get my cultural immersion started time I pull away from the final domestic gate.

Avianca reconfirmed the interntional airline place in my mind as a traveler's "best bang for your buck" when it comes to air service in 3 ways.

First, they shun the idea of charging for unncessary items. A pillow and blanket were waiting for me in my seat free of charge.

Second, they want their passengers to relax into the experience in a healthy way. Shortly after our gate departure, warm toilettes were distributed to each passenger.

Third, they anticipate client needs. Who would like to kill time with a little reading and television. Flight stewards distributed free newspapers and magazines to us for our reading pleasure.

Fourth, they move fast and do the unthinkable. How about they served a full on free meal for a 2 hour flight?!? I know all you frequent domestic fliers got the memo on the $5 can of peanuts, not to mention the meal charge if you do have a flight long enough to have meal service.

Lastly, customer service can be earth friendly. Did I mention that my beverage cup(s) were 100% biodegradable?

Next time you want to take a jaunt out of the US, take a look at one of those international airlines. You will more than likely get way more (in a good way) than what you bargained for!

P.S. I know the audio is low but enjoy taking a look at what's left of my free Avianca lunch!

Talk Your Dream Up!

During a recent visit with students at Pine Ridge Elementary, I talked to them about how you can literally make your dreams happen from the neck up. I know it sounds a bit strange. However, if you want to get a little more clarification, read my post from yesterday.

Today, we are on the final point in my recipe for dreams. I saved it until today because I had the opportunity to spend 36 whole seconds talking about on a PSA for an ultra cool, nonprofit organization called Get Out The Box .

Get Out The Box is a New Jersey based non-profit organization that is dedicated to educating and mentoring at-risk youth in low income communities. Naeem Calloway and his team are serious when it comes to showing youth the big, wide world outside of their neighborhoods. Do your part to learn more about and join the Youth Movement.

Therefore, it only made sense for me to pitch in a little time to share with their viewers the power of talking about your dream. Enjoy!

Dreams Happen From the Neck Up

A week or two ago, I had the opportunity to speak to a classroom of 5th graders at Pine Ridge Elementary School in Stone Mountain, Georgia.

I will be the first to admit that I am a “by the script” type of girl. I like to have everything that I plan to say written out, and time enough to go over it 1000 times.
When I brought in 2010, I guess I decided to make a change. I have been jotting down main points, and just talking. This makes me so uncomfortable, but I figure if I just keep to this new routine of conversing (charismatically) on key ideas then I will eventually become an entertaining orator…

With that being said, I had a lot of fun talking to the students about how education laid the foundation for me to go on my magic carpet ride of playing soccer, writing and talking on the radio.

My conversation, which focused the topic “Dreams Happen from the Neck Up,” had three points. Two of which I have listed below. You will have to stay tuned to my next post for the 3rd point…

1. You must always use your imagination. If you don’t use it, it becomes really rusty!
2. You need to prepare your mind with a good education so you can build the confidence to chase your dreams.

We finished out the talk with all the students showcasing their best neck stalls using soccer and tennis balls. Even the teacher got in on the fun!

Footvolley.Rio.Bikini on Kickstarter

For the last month or so, I have been working on generating new content for my website and preparing for some upcoming international trips.

I have footvolley on my mind as there is an upcoming competition in May. To prepare for this, I will be heading to Rio for some fast paced, no nonsense training. Would you like to join me on the adventure? Well, here is your opportunity!

We are producing a web doc about this upcoming training stint called Footvolley.Rio.Bikini. It will chronicle my life training and playing against some of the best footvolley players in the world. I am excited about the training and about shooting the project. Ironically, the company that I am using to shoot the project is a native Brazilian who is a graduate of SCAD (Savannah College of Art & Design). Isn't the world small?

Moreover, the people over at Kickstarter liked the project so much that they have added it on the site. The goal is to raise $1,000 to kickstart the 1st episode of the project AND I am offering some cool prizes. You should definitely check it out. http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/qiana/discover-a-brazilian-adventure-footvolleyriobik

New Perspective of Red Bull Cruisin in Atlanta

When I received the opportunity to cruise the city in the Red Bull Cruiser with the Wingers & crew, I didn't hesitate to seize the opportunity. I will be the first to admit that when I rolled around to Hotel Palomar on Friday, I was a little surprised. I was a little green to assume a wrapped PT Cruiser would be waiting in the wings....

The Red Bull Cruiser was hot off of the 3,000+ mile trek from Santa Monica, and fully tricked out to give me a one-of-a-kind tour of the city.

All fridges were packed with Red Bull product. The Wingers were in full spirit. The promo freestyle footballers were ready to perform at every stop along our 5 hour journey, and I received a front row seat to it all.

I had the opportunity to catch up with a fixture in the Atlanta Soccer Community and "Urban Soccer Mom" Jill Robbins at two Soccer In The Street exhibitions where the Red Bull promo freestylers showcased their best tricks.

And...all of this soccer activity was to the backdrop of a concert volume, iTune playlist of UGK, Jay Z, Gucci Mane and Trick Daddy. It was definitely my speed!

Thursday in The Blue Room

Four months ago, I put the call out to several studios. I needed to find a temporary recording location for my international radio show-Eat Soccer. It so happens that I received a number of responses--and when I decided to switch to an intown Atlanta location, The Blue Room Recording Studio was the perfect choice. Fortunately, Bill worked me in Thursday morning and it was a quick and easy session. We even used his iPhone for the telephone interview with football freestyler, Ecobol. Technology is fabulous--

Now, if only I can record my entire show in their studios via skype...It is a thought!

Check out the Blue Room Studio recording of Eat Soccer radio on the audio player above.

13 Degrees & 8 Takes: Red Bull on Ice

My Monday got off to a whirlwind start. It was 5 days before the US Final for Red Bull's Street Style, and I was coordinating some serious reporting for the event. I placed on my agenda the following: land an interview with one of the finalists in time for the Thursday broadcast, shoot a quick promo clip beforehand to let my listeners know about the event and my surprise guest, find a recording studio convenient to everyone involved--including my camera guy, record the broadcast--and let all these things be completed ASAP. Was it a tall order? Yes! However, there were some adjustments here and there that had to be made. For instance, the promo clip shooting location was changed from the marquee in front of the building to the roof of a parking deck overlooking the city. It looked nice, right--and if you missed it here's the link to the extended clip Eat Soccer/Red Bull Promo. Unfortunately, we shot 8 takes of this clip in what felt like 13 degree weather at 7:45 a.m. It was not fun out there, and my hands were burning by the time that we finished.. But what's a Red Bull/Eat Soccer promo clip without an extreme condition? I wouldn't trade the experience for anything!

Are You Even Here?

How often do you go through the motions of your everyday routine? Well, I must admit it seems to be pretty often when I am in familiar territory.

As misfortune would have it, I changed lanes on Peachtree Road a few weeks ago and "lost" my side mirror. I was so preoccupied with my running list of errands that I didn't see a Mountaineer in my blindspot before casually sliding slightly into the left lane.

The horror! The driver yelled at me, and I exclaimed, "I'm so so sorrrry. I didn't see you!" In a matter of days, the issue was resolved, and I kept it moving.

Now on yesterday, while timidly darting across the road, my workout partner said, "Qiana, sometimes I watch you here in Atlanta and wonder how you make it all by yourself in these foreign countries."

Apparently, I return to Atlanta or to Seneca or to any other place of familiarity--and literally, check out. I do enough to cross the street, drive my car effectively and who knows whatever else.

As a person who has read stacks of books about living in the moment, I wonder if my moments are too full that some important things "like paying attention" seem to fall through the cracks.

In the Studio: Red Bull Street Style Competitor