THE EXCITEMENT OF TRAVELLING TO ATHENS

I’ve wanted to visit Greece, Athens, Acropolis since I was kid. I finally got to tick it off my bucket list, and boy was it an amazing experience for me.

I’ve done a small amount of travelling in my teenage to adult life. But always to nearby places, fitting in with the cliche of the day today Australian; the “affordable” traveller. We are all over Asia, because it’s close by and comparatively cheaper. I’d be surprised if you traversed Indonesia or Thailand and didn’t come across a loud and rowdy group of Aussies. But where we are fewer in travellers, is Europe. It’s far away, a high price for flights and expensive when considering currency conversion.

For this reason, many places I’ve always wanted to visit in my younger years have been just out of reach. But yesterday I got to tick off a long time dream and bucket list item.

As a kid, I always loved ancient/mythical stories. Hercules, Xena, Spartans and Gods battling to save the world or keep control of their domains. Roman and Greek mythos has always excited me and is why places like Italy, which I saw only last year, has also been one of my favourite places, ever. Rome astounded me with their mix of ancient and well-preserved buildings mixed within the enormities of modern society.

Greece – quickly summarising it’s problems

Athens, Greece, has been through a lot. From their ancient civilisation being conquered Romans from 509BC to 1453AD, to the Ottomans (Turkish Empire) occupying Greece for more than 400 years, they didn’t truly gain their independence again until the mid 1800s. Then came the many modern wars, and invasions through the 1900’s.

Shooting ahead, during the 1980’s Greece began exploring expansionary fiscal and monetary policies to help improve their economy, which unfortunately backfired on them, negatively impacting inflation rates, trade and growth rates.

Soon after, came the European Union, and despite the economy being in a bad state, they were let it in due to some doctored budget figures. Suddenly they were tied to the Euro and gained all the benefits of the EU; such as lowered interest rates on borrowing, and borrow cash they did. But with a lack of revenue coming into the country, it was not able to pay off it’s debts, and before long it had to claim bankruptcy.

Impacted heavily by this, are of course the millennials. In 2014, Greece’s unemployment rate was at an all-time high of almost 28%. This has now come down to 18%, but still very high for a country like Greece. Of this group, 70% are millennials.

This has impacted the generation in two ways.

Firstly, labelled the brain drain, Greece has a whole lot of millennials who are incredibly educated, due to their free education system, but are unable to get employed. So what do they do? They leave Greece to find work somewhere else in Europe.

The second is lashing out. This has a significant impact on the city of Athens in the form of graffiti. A city already pained with theft, congestion and waste. While some have turned to the arts as a form of expression, what i would call graffiti with style, others have littered streets with words of frustration and anger. Some roads look wondrous, beautiful even. Others unfortunately just ads to the chaos and pain of the city.

But why I loved Athens!

Arriving in Athens, we settled in for the day and prepped a few tours. I was eager to hear about the modern city, and it’s history before seeing the highlight. And I was pleasantly surprised by these experiences.

Beneath all of the issues, there is also still a lot of positivity. Greek people hold their heads high and are incredibly passionate and kind. They know they have some ironing out to do, and they’re not afraid to admit it. Friendly locals would remind us to hold our bags securely or engage us in conversations about our travels and give advice on things to do and see. I generally loved this about them.

Culturally, beauty shone through with; markets, music, dancing and food. There’s something to experience around every corner.

Then there is the highlight of the city, and for me, it was one of the most memorable experiences of my life.

The Acropolis of Athens

We woke up early. I definitely wanted to beat the crowds. 7AM start, with pre-booked tickets in hand ready to march through the gates of the Athens’ Acropolis.

We walked hastily through the streets making our way there and for once Gabby saw some pace in my step. Finally, we made it with only 10 people in front of us. I was happy. The gates opened on 8AM, and BOOM, we ran our way up to the top point of the Acropolis.

I can’t express the feeling of emotion I got when I stepped through the archway to see the temples.

Despite the damage that had been done due to hapless Turk invaders who did more damage in a day to the location, than had been done to it in the 2000 years prior, it was in a great state. I was overwhelmed with how beautiful it was, almost to the point of tears.

The two main structures/temples stood tall to the left and right, barely a person in sight, as if the moment was just for Gabby and I. Marble flooring that was once the ground for the Greeks more than 2000 years ago was all around, heat reflecting in full force from the morning sun. The pylons of the temples stood tall and white, and you could envision the beauty it would have once held in its undamaged state.

To me, it was a real wonder.

Beyond the Acropolis is then the ruins within the city of Athens. The old Greek and Roman markets, the Agoras, and the temple of Poseidon. Each a marvel of their own, completing stories about how the ancient Greeks once lived.

Many tourists skip Athens and head on through to the Greek islands. But honestly, I can’t understand how you could miss something so wonderful.

A NEW APPRECIATION FOR TRAVELLING

From someone was fear of long term travel, I’ve built up a new appreciation for the world and am now excited to take on the new challenges put before me.

—by Chris Sinclair—

Four months ago, I sat behind computer screen running digital consulting projects for my clients. Deep diving into their business, I would uncover gaps and areas they need to improve and help set them on a path to success. I loved it, I loved my job and loved the people and the company I worked for, I was fortunate.

I had done a small share of travelling before taking this long journey, but never I had I thought to leave my job for an extended period, jump on a plane and start exploring the world beyond a couple of weeks holiday here and there. The idea of it actually gave me anxiety. If you asked anyone close to me, they would tell you I spoke more negatively of adventure to come, than I did positive.

It sounds weird, naive, almost selfish, but I felt this for many reasons.

Firstly, I had a fear of changing scenery impacting my dyslexia. Knowing I would be breaking rhythms and processes I had put in place to help me build confidence in everything I do. I talk a lot about this here.

Secondly was the picture I had of the world. Media would tell me the world is a dangerous place, filled with criminals, terrorist and communists. And while this is true in some areas, the fear that is built up through social media, news and magazines is far from painting an accurate depiction of what the world is actually like.

We just finished our trip through Central and South America, starting from Mexico and working our way down to Brazil. And while we encountered dangers, I can confidently say none of these should ever have faltered how I had initially felt.

On the contrary, the challenges and experiences have been uplifting and reassuring that even breaking rhythms can help improve how I can combat the functions of my mind. I’ve would continuously think through and write out the experiences I’ve had to maintain the structure, and utilised mind app games to keep my head busy. And more exciting for me, putting my thoughts into a blog to share.

What I’ve also learnt is that sometimes you have to take everything you hear as a grain of salt. The barriers we build around ourselves and entrench our lives in, create illusions of distress in life. Most often, painted by the false nature of today’s media. It extends to prove how important it is to do your own research and gain a better understanding of a situation before letting it truly impact your decisions or emotions.

My best example of this was related to Gabby’s and my own desire to visit Brazil. I had heard so many stories of the issues and violence that occurs in this country, particularly in tourist areas. Similarly, I was chatting with a Brazilian friend back home and mentioned I was visiting their homeland. Their response to me was, “why?” And then they continued to list off everything dangerous about it, particularly the tourist areas like Rio. What I didn’t ask in return, was, “what are the good things?” and “how then could I stay safe?” Instead, I focussed on these negative points, and almost convinced myself and Gabby that we shouldn’t go to Brazil.

Needless to say, if I hadn’t had visited Brasil, I never would have known what I missed out on – but current me would scream that I would have regretted it.

There are dangers everywhere you go, even my own country, which I would consider one of the safest places on this Earth. That being said, even just last week, it was uncovered that a tourist had been kidnapped in South Australia. It unfortunately happens.

I now sit on a plane, making my way across Europe, ready to experience a place I am most excited about, Greece. But I travel with a new appreciation after coming from the Americas. It’s not one of being fearless. Please don’t misconstrue my newfound appreciation for the world as one of being fearless, it doesn’t matter where you go, you should always be cautious and aware. Instead, it is one of excitement and challenge, an open mind to understand and appreciate what the world has to offer, and how amazing every culture is, both positive and negatives.

Central America, it was the land and nature. In South America, it was the people and culture. Most notably, my appreciation for even the roughest parts of the world, people are still smiling and welcoming (check out my story on the Brazilian Favelas here).

A DIFFERENT SIDE OF RIO DE JANEIRO: THE FAVELAS

Finding a different side of the beautiful Rio De Janeiro by visiting the Favelas.

Visiting a Favela in Rio has been one of the best experiences I have had here in Brazil. While what I saw was only a small part of the broader issue Brazil faces with it’s more impoverished communities, it opened my eyes and gave me some insight into the complex and ongoing social undercurrents.

Rio now has a special place in my heart. It’s a great mix of beauty, flavour, movement and culture. Around every corner, something is going on, from small markets to groovy cultural street parties. Topping it all off, you have the gorgeous unending beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema, overlooked by the one and only, Christ the Redeemer.

But amidst the fame and allure of Rio, is an unfortunate and less glamorous history.

View overlooking the Favela and the start of Rio city limits.

A very brief summary of how Favelas came to be:

Summarising the history could take thousands of words, but I’m going to do it a couple of paragraphs – this could mean I’ll be overlooking some details, but implore you to do some of your own research on the topic.

It begins with the settling of Brazil in the 1500s. The Portuguese arrived with their fleets and with it many slaves from Africa. Together with the indigenous people of Brazil, slaves were used to mine, build, farm and develop the country for the following hundreds of years. While there are many differing views on how many African American slaves came to Brazil, a local historian quoted by our guide puts the figure at a staggering 4 million throughout Brazilian history.

Consequently, Brazil was the last country in the Western world to abolish slavery in 1888. But they didn’t do it by choice, they were pressured, due to the changes in the modern world around them. Hesitantly, the announcement for the ending slavery was announced to the public, and overnight millions of slaves were “freed” but they now had no job, no place to live, no education and no money. They may have now been “free” in word, but not in action.

All things considering, the cities still needed workers, so naturally, the now free slaved flocked to the city for opportunities. Unable to afford homes in the inner city and unwelcomed by the elite and authorities, they were forced to live in the outskirts of towns and began building homes in surrounding mountains to escape. Thus the Favelas were born.

Experiencing the favelas:

We kicked off our tour by walking up to a newish, but already run down street-elevator. Built in the last five years and funded by the government, the elevator was installed to help locals travel the long distance to the top of the Favela. While a step in the right direction, locals would argue it is merely token support and a way for the government to show they are paying attention. Inevitably locals will still walk than use this slow mode of transport – that’s their way of life. For tours, though, it’s a perfect mode of transportation to introduce the Favela and give a better view of its sheer size and scale.

Entrance to the Favela Street Elevator.

With no education, prospects, or attention from governments and wealthier citizens below, it’s easy to see how favelas can get to where they are. These are some of the things we take advantage of in Australia, and it’s shocking to witness what happens when such extreme, and in our lives, expected social economics are ignored by society.

Reaching the top, we met some excited children and were asked if we were up for joining them in a game of….you guessed it, soccer (football). We eagerly accepted and mixed with other people from our tour; the game began on a ran down grass laid court.

The field was small, the size of a basketball court. The government developed it, but like many things in the Favela, it is seen as ‘token government support’. It’s building still does not address the heart of issues in the area, such as promoting, ensuring and enforcing education for all children. More so, it has become a symbol as with a lot of things in the Favela, as a “set and forget” mentality.

Regardless, the game was so much fun! Although the locals played for keeps, our team, mixed with Germans and Britts miraculously came away victorious. Luckily they were pleased that we put on a show, rather than pity them and hand over a half-hearted false victory.

Football with the kids of the Favelas, Rio De Janeiro

Shaking hands, we kicked on with the tour, through the narrow walkways and streets of the Favelas.

The happiness was a surprising side of the Favelas for us. Despite the rough and what we would consider unsanitary living conditions (think open sewage system, rickety hodge podge buildings, rubbish strewn everywhere and animal feces covering the streets), these people held their heads high and rejoiced in the fun to be had. I could never imagine this same mentality existing back home.

This emotion continued even later into our walk when an armed local ran past us; pistol raised with an extended mag. Fear and surprise were in our Gringo minds, but our guide and the locals around us shrugged it off as just another day in their life. “Ignore it, and it will ignore us.” This moment will haunt me for a couple of days to follow. A gun was held metres from my head, and no one thought any different.

But below the smiles and playfulness is still a concern. Violence against women amounts to the worst and majority. I glimpsed a corner with a female who had bruises across her upper body, and I couldn’t help but press the issue with my guide. You could hear the shame in his response, a clear indication that among all the crime, this was one that was a constant challenge to address with the prevailing ‘machismo’ attitude.

Often it is the men who get mixed up in the worst of the crimes (no excuse), while women are trapped at home, looking after the families. Unable to escape from fear and love for their family, some are abused, raped and beaten. Where else can they go? Society rejects them, police dare not enter, and worse, they have no prospects elsewhere.

Typically police could step in, at least try to tame the violence, but just like the next dog feeding on scraps, we discover police fuel some of the turmoil that occurs here. Guns can’t be purchased at any local shop, so instead, some police take advantage of the fear and instinctual need to protect oneself by selling weapons to local gangs. The tour guide assured me, the armed man who had passed by earlier had likely a police-purchased-gun.

It’s crazy to think situations like this occur. Just recently in Australia, a Melbourne Police officer was put on trial for corruption, and this made headlines throughout the country. Here in Brazil, it’s known daily what the police do, and no one bats an eyelid. I still can’t even comprehend this notion.

Opportunity to improve:

But buried beneath the bad, a lot of good is starting to rise-up due to opportunities like tourism in the area.

Michael Jackson stature commemorating his visit.

Similar to the impact of Michael Jackon’s visit back in 1995, for his film clip “They don’t care about us”, responsible tourism is shedding light on the issues, pushing favelas into the media spotlight and helping provide much-needed funding for the local community projects.

A portion of the money paid to the tour companies is reinvested to provide community services such as daycare for kids, staffed by local women for local families. It also helps clean some of the streets and alleyways and sets up educational facilities or local cooperatives of artists and artisans selling their wares to visiting tourists.

It’s not much in the grand scheme of the issue, but every little bit helps. It helps to set up the next generation from falling to crime, sucked in by the desire to earn quick cash through drugs and violence or easily manipulated by gangs due to a lack of parental figures in their lives.

It helps create jobs and shelters for those without, and a place to heal when tough situations arise.

Furthermore, it puts issues like this on the radar. To tell the world (even people like us) to pay attention and that their governments need to step up and do something more to create effective and lasting change.

If not for the adults, then at least for the kids and their futures.

Looking up through the street entrance to the Favelas.

Booking a tour:

Our tour was booked through Santa Marta Favela Tours.

I highly recommend them and Santa Marta as a place to visit when you come to Rio. Hand in hand with their promotion of responsible tourism in the Favela, they are respectful of the privacy and dignity of all people who live there and don’t treat the tour like a safari viewing.

Make sure you check with your tour guide when/where is appropriate to take photos!

Here is a link to their page to book a tour.
(We make no commission/kickback from this link)

ABOUT US

– Written by Chris Sinclair

Our planet is an incredible place, and there is so much to learn from it; whether it be culture, experiences or people. Our world tells one never-ending story, and within it, we are a flicker. It seems crazy not to learn and experience as much about it as we can, and we want to share our incredible stories with you.

OUR LIFE IN A NUTSHELL

We have been together for over 11 years. Australia is our home, but the world has become our backyard.

Ever since Gabby was a little girl, her family have travelled the world. From Africa, America, Europe and Asia, no matter how many times she hopped on a plane, there was always a new adventure waiting for her. Carrying on into her adult life, she is now able to share her experience and adventures with me.

I grew up in a military family, which meant staying in one location was never an option, living all over Australia and the UK. Now in my thirties and with Gabby, I share this thirst for adventure and creating new stories.

Professionals in both of our fields, Accounting and Digital Marketing, we have worked extremely hard to start seeing the world together.

PASSION FOR TRAVELLING:

Our love for the world meant that getting married in our home country just wasn’t enough. As such, we upped and brought our friends and family across the globe to Amalfi, Italy in 2016. It was a day that neither of us will ever forget.

However, our adventures would not end there. From Italy to France, Japan to Malaysia and Sri Lanka, we have continued our journey to explore more of the world and create new experiences and stories. Right now, we are embarking on a round the world trip covering 4 continents!

We have learnt and continue to learn so much during our journeys and realise we have much to share with everyone else.

OUR BLOG:

Together we wish to inspire you to seek out new adventures and like us, create your own stories.

At the same time, we want to share tips, tricks and insights we have learnt along the way to make your travels easier and help you not make the same mistakes we have!

We hope you enjoy our stories and can take away something useful when you plan your next holiday adventure.

CONTACT US:

Please feel free to reach out to us if you have any questions:
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Email: chrabbytravels@gmail.com

TRAVELLING WITH A JUMBLED MIND

My mind works a little differently to most. I want to open up about my challenges while travelling.

It’s been the cause of many shrugs, eye roles and cold shoulders over the last few months since commencing our year abroad. But recently it caused an argument, which was both a build-up of exasperated events. It’s been tough, and I’ve ignored it for so long, but last night I had to come to terms with it.

Firstly, my mind doesn’t work like most people I know:

  • I am often slower to complete tasks than most. While taking my time to make sure I am thorough or that I’m doing it right, else I will most definitely make a mistake, such as forgetting to bring something or lose it altogether.
  • I regularly mix up my words; most recently, this could be reciting places I’ve visited. For example, confusing Belize and Bolivia, which doesn’t sound all the unusual, but when it happens continuously…
  • I will confuse stories, reciting them in the wrong order or out of place. My memory in the long term is usually okay, but I will more often than not, mix up events.
  • My spelling is atrocious, and I often find pronouncing words a cause for embarrassment. This is emphasised even more when trying to learn a new language.
  • When I read, I’m slow, and if it’s a complicated or detailed piece, I will always reread it several times before it makes sense to me. You can imagine how long it can take to read long novels.
  • Worst of all is my concentration, and struggle to maintain focus for long conversation before I am distracted or my mind wonders. I don’t even realise I’m doing this half the time.

Consequently, high school and university were tough. So I chased other more creative avenues towards my career path; paths that suited how I worked. But even starting my career came with complications, that luckily I was able to overcome.

Staring out Inca Trail, Sucre, Bolivia
Inca Trail, Sucre, Bolivia

Over time I have been able to live without the need to openly admit my issues, implementing strict processes that manage how I operate. I use tools to accomplish tasks and assist in my writing. Morning and night, I will prepare what needs to be performed for days ahead. I would never go into a meeting unprepared with notes/insights, capable of predicting outcomes and actions. Design thinking methodologies help me a lot, mind mapping and step by step processes are used to help shape outcomes, inevitably using my creativity to overcome roadblocks.

I try not to stop. I exercise a lot, minimum five times a week, and most of the time a few extra hours in the office won’t bother me.

And with practice, it all becomes rhythmic, and the struggles shrink or disappear altogether.

But recently I’ve embarked on a journey around the world with the person I love more than anything in the world, and It has completely thrown my defences out the door. My procedures to help make sure I can operate like everyone else aren’t in place, or aren’t working for the new journey I’m on. Consequently, a change in scenery for an extended period has caused me to become ever more conscious of my struggles, bringing back my anxieties and doubt towards myself. Ironically, this then makes the situation worse.

When my wife and I first decided to go on this trip, I was excited, but if you asked anyone back home in Australia, it didn’t ever show. And that was because of my fears. I had been doing well at work, becoming successful in my career as a digital consultant. I am lucky to have found my niche, something I loved a lot and played well to my strengths and creativity. But I knew that if I went travelling, I would lose that comfort and it would be hard work to maintain my defences. Consequently, I would need to find new ways to manage my weaknesses. Even scarier, I had to deal with the possibility of losing/forgetting how I had already got to where I was previously.

At first, I buried and tried to ignore these fears. I thought, surely it’s just in my head, and everything will be fine. And you know what? For the most part, this was true. But last night made me realise it’s going to be tougher than I had thought, and perhaps my concerns weren’t for nothing.

For my wife, Gabby, I understand how difficult I can sometimes be. But we had our first heated argument during this holiday I now I feel I need to work harder (and she admits the same, but that’s for a different post).

Let’s jump into her shoes for a moment. Imagine you had at some point embarked on an incredible experience with the person you love, and you wanted to talk about that memory with said partner. But reciting the happy memory, you had to continuously correct or remind your partner what had happened – because what they had thought had happened was in a different order or was intertwined with other events incorrectly. For Gabby, I could imagine it would be like talking with a loved one who has early onsets of Alzheimer’s.

I don’t want her to feel like this, but nor do I want to feel anxiety or stress that I’m just short of getting something right. Particularly if that feeling is met with anger and frustration from my partner.

Machu Picchu, Peru

Now I’m not saying my life is terrible or hard, because that would be a lie. There are people with far worse conditions and struggles, and until now, I’ve been more than successful at managing how my brain works, as I had mentioned above. My life is excellent, privileged even. I have beautiful people in it who love and support me, no matter what. But between all the good, there are the flashes of bad, and sometimes this can make you feel like you’re one hundred steps behind where everyone else is. And that’s where this is coming from.

This trip is one of the most challenging things I have ever done in my life. It scares me each minute we do something new, but I know that each new step is guiding me to be a better person. And while my wife and I work to be a stronger couple, over the course of this trip, I’ll work to be someone she can rely on and share these significant moments with.

That’s what this blog is about for me. A memory. Order to the chaos. And hopefully something I can share with anyone else who reads it. It’s a message; to not be afraid to get out and see the world, no matter your fears and worries.

SXSW 2019 – EXPERIENCING THE FUTURE OF TECH

Some of our tech highlights from South By South West (SXSW) 2019

South by South West (SXSW), probably one of the worlds most significant industry events, stemming across marketing, media and advertising, music, wellness and what I’m yet to experience (but honestly most excited about) gaming. Sweeping the many different aspects of industry types, people from all over the world travel thousands of kilometres to attend. It brings with it a chip on the shoulder, an excitement of participating in something quite unique, something that I can only say is similar to the unique emotions people seem to share with me about events like Burning Man: “you have to really experience it to understand it.” Albeit an entirely different experience, I would think.

It is my first time attending SXSW, and it has so far had it’s up and its downs.

The ups come in the form of sitting and listening to some of the brightest and interesting people from around the world. From the inspirational to the innovative through to the future thinkers, I have yet to be in a room where have I felt I had to walk out before I fell asleep – despite the intense jetlag I was definitely feeling.

SXSW is not just about the speakers. It’s also about the unique experiences you get along the way. Snapchat set up a shack/bar, which provided free alcohol and food. Amazon created a garden to chill and listen to some mellow music while promoting its new shows. Netflix, a private bar, with live roleplaying game experience in a 1930’s setting.

Then there are the display rooms, showing off an array of the latest tech trends and start-up businesses traversing the globe.

Here are some of the things I encountered and/or items that stood out for me:

MAGIC LEAP

Magic leap is a similar premise to Microsoft’s HoloLens. A cheaper, and less advanced version, it’s one benefit being compact and lighter.

Putting on the goggles, you’re suddenly surrounded by bright lights as the device configures its surroundings. Within minutes, you’re looking at your usual surroundings with augmented grass and flowers set up all over space. Reaching out, you can make the flowers and grass move with your hand (no gloves needed), and little sparks fly off into the air as you touch them.

A kind of space alien creature, a floating jellyfish, moves about and you’re hinted by the device to follow it around. But nothing really happens…

I see the potential for this device, but the inspiration of the demo was a huge miss. The graphics were choppy, and the colours very bland. Perhaps it is yet to have any engaging content to test, but if Magic Leap is to compete with the likes of Microsoft’s HoloLens, it needs to step up its game.

ROBOTS AND AI

Who doesn’t love robots! From fun educational robots, teaching our children of the future how to learn and write code. Robots were showing off how they are going to improve our medical practices and robots that will be sent to space, through to robots just playing random music…because, why not?

We’ve all seen the future of robotics, and it was in plentiful amounts here at SXSW.

VR & AR EVERYWHERE

I’ll be sharing a separate post on this later, but wow. VR is at every corner of SXSW, and I loved it. Jump behind the wheel of a fast-moving vehicle, venture into outer space, see what it’s like to operate heavy machinery, or just watch some fresh videos. If you’re not on this bandwagon yet, please get on it!

I controlled a space ship landing! And I got to see the sun in all its fiery glory while traversing a collapsing space station – and wow did it feel, despite being virtual, amazing.

VR and AR and is the future, and the potential for this to change how we work, how we socialise and consume entertainment is only going to be held back by our imagination.

LIFELIKE SOUND

Sound is an integral part of my life. I enjoy listening to my music, and I enjoy experiencing movies with the best audio I can afford (which my wife would say is too much).

Nura is a headphone that adapts to your ear. Their design is somewhat confronting to some people, with a mixed over and in-ear cup. But once you start up the app, and the headphone customises itself to match your ear patterns, the audio it delivers into your ear, is next to nothing I have ever experience.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I’m about travel for 7months and have little to no space in my backpack….I would have bought them on the spot. I guess I’ll have to wait until I get back.

8K TECHNOLOGY

Beautiful, sweet, delicious 8K….Sony had a screen. A screen that would crush all other screens…. 440 inches of just pure high-resolution quality video.

In a private showroom, Sony was excited to demo its new 8K streaming capability that it had started to launch in Japan. It was crisp, clear, bright, and huge. I could only dream of pulling out my PC or many consoles and it up to that beautiful 440inch screen to play a bit of Apex, Skyrim or Super Smash Brother (regardless of the resolution limitations of the latter).

The future of high-resolution content is upon us. Although we’re still catching up even on the 4K front, 8K is closer than we think.

I’m reminded of the Futurama quote between Leela and Fry.
Leela: Fry, you’re wasting your life sitting in front of that TV. You need to get out and see the world.
Fry: But this is HDTV. It’s got better resolution than the real life!