December 3, 2012

December 3, 2012

Where to Go for the Apocalypse

Welcome to another day in my life. Today is Monday and I hope you had a beary safe and great weekend. Being World AIDS Day weekend, it was a very busy time for Dab the AIDS Bear and me. Stay tuned for slide shows featuring pictures of the bears and friends from the events soon.

Now unless you have been hiding under a rock you have heard something about December 21, 2012. For those of you who have somehow missed the news, I will blog about the date today and tomorrow.

If you buy the hype about the Mayan calendar, we're all done for December 21, 2012 when supposed something major is suppose to happen here on Earth.

From all of the shows about an apocalypse, the first thing they tell you is to get out of the cities and head for somewhere remote. But really, where should you head to if something happens?

Here's where we suggest going to cope…


The Mayans are the ones causing the end-of-the-world speculation, so learn all you can about Mayan culture to get some perspective on the situation. First order of business: a visit to some Mayan ruins. Why choose just one? Tour D'Afrique, Ltd. is running La Ruta Maya: The Doomsday Ride, a 1,429-mile bicycling trip that'll take you throughout the heart of Mayan country. The full, six-week cycling experience kicked off November 17, but you can join for sections of the route, which traverses Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala, and Belize. Along the way, you'll visit the Mayan ruins at Tikal, Copan, and Lamani. If you're not interested in all that exertion—the end of the world means you can let yourself go, after all—perhaps you'd prefer to make your Mayan adventure a side trip in an otherwise all-inclusive, screw-it-all-because-the-world-is-ending beach vacation. In that case, Best Day Tours runs trips to the Mayan ruins of Chichen Itza, as well as Tulum and Xel-Ha from Mexico's Riviera Maya.


Perhaps it'll make you feel better to think about other inaccurate apocalyptic predictions. William Miller, a figure who emerged during the Second Great Awakening in America, studied his "Book of Revelation" and decided that the Second Coming could be nailed to a specific date: October 22, 1844. When the day came and went with no sign of a prophecy fulfilled, it became known as the Great Disappointment. You can visit the William Miller House and Chapel, where he lived in Hampton, New York, close to the border of Vermont. The fact that they're both still standing, despite confident prognostications suggesting otherwise, should provide some comfort.


Book a flight to France: Some believe that the 200-person town of Bugarach will be spared when the apocalypse arrives. Why? You'd think its remoteness, being snuggled away in the Pyrénées, would insulate it from any harm. You'd be wrong. According to the Huffington Post, those who seek safety there believe that the aliens who will cause the end of times are storing their spaceships in the 1,230-meter-high Pic de Bugarach mountain, and they're planning to spare the locals when it's time to blast off. The mayor has even banned climbing the peak on December 21, fearing for the safety of apocalypse-minded tourists. The Guardian writes that Bugarach's infamy is because of "a prophecy/internet rumour, which no one has ever quite got to the bottom of," but it's as good a spot as any for bet-hedging.


Then again, if you're pretty sure the end is near and don't think you're headed off with the righteous, why wait? The portal to eternal damnation is open, and it's in Turkmenistan. Darvaza, or Derweze as it's sometimes called, is a flame-filled, 230-foot-wide crater in the Karakum desert; the locals call it the Door to Hell. It was created when geologists discovered a pocket of poisonous gas underground and decided to ignite it, hoping it would all burn off. Instead, the crater has been on fire for more than 40 years.

For the next four locations, read my blog tomorrow.

Hope you have a beary safe and great start to your week.

Until we meet again; here's wishing you health, hope, happiness and just enough.

big bear hug,

Daddy Dab