Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 2

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 2 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone. Read Part 1 here.

Eat. Train. Sleep. Sweat.

So I am half asleep, in a daze, in the back of a taxi headed up the mountain to my final destination — Wudang Dragon Gate Kung Fu School. We are driving through rural China from Shiyan to Wudang Shan. The road is littered with strange looking buildings and half-finished sidewalks. It seemed to me to be a country in the midst of development.

We ascended up a hill and drove under a large stone gate. The car stopped and a guy waiting in front of the school hopped up and opened the taxi door. He was a very young and vibrant, and he would be one of my coaches at the school: Peng Tao. I grabbed my bags and he brought me up to my room. Another man who would be my roommate greeted me: Tang. He spoke a little English just like I spoke a little Chinese.

After brushing my teeth and showering Tang and I had a short conversation. Introducing each other and trying to speak each other’s language; we laughed and smiled before turning the lights off to go to sleep. The bed was a hard box spring with a thin but cushy mat, a pillow, and blanket. It was not something I would call comfortable but I already felt like at home. I was in a foreign country, with a foreign person, in a strange building and it was the safest I had felt since I left. I was excited for the next day waking up in the mountains of Wudang. I drifted off to sleep.

HUUUUU-PTUUH. Someone spit outside, then young children yelling in Chinese, the crow of a rooster, and no sun.

It was 5 a.m. “Holy crap I am in China!” I thought. I laid in bed tired, sore from the hard bed and smiling. “This is my life for the next month.” I smiled harder. I soon fell back asleep until I was woken by the sound of Tang preparing for training and the yellow sun pouring in through the barred window. After getting up I put my clothes in the large cabinet, brushed my teeth, ate a bun injected with some strange cream from last nights flight and a young woman burst through the door. “You come with me,” she said. This was Chong Qin who would be my main coach for learning Bagua. She brought me down to Master Wang’s office where we completed registration and received my uniform. Within the hour I was out in the yard waiting anxiously for my first training session. After lining up, different students were sent to the yard to practice their arts: tai chi, gung fu, sword, and staff.


I was left standing with Chong Qin. She asked, “What you want learn?”

“Bagua,” I replied. I began walking my first circle. Bagua-Zhang is one of the oldest martial arts form based on Daoist circle walking practices. I was officially learning martial arts in China!

A week passed quickly and being in China began to feel normal. Even the six hours of training a day were feeling regular. I was sore in places I didn’t even know existed and we kept training anyway. We train for about 6 hours each day in various segments.

Basic schedule looks like this:

6:00 a.m.: Breakfast
7:30 a.m.: Running, stretching, kicks, stance training
8:30 a.m.: Break
9:00 a.m.: Forms (I practice Bagua)
10:30 a.m.: Break
12:00 p.m.: Lunch
After lunch we all take a big sleep, it is very hot in July.
3:30 p.m.: Tendon/Ligament stretching followed by Tai Chi or Qi Gong
4:30 p.m.: Break
5:00 p.m.: Forms (I practice Bagua)
6:30 p.m.: Break
7:30 p.m.: Dinner

There are optional training periods that alternate each day 5 a.m. to 6 a.m. or 8 p.m to 9 p.m.

So how was all this training sustained? Food. Sleep. Food. Sleep. Laughter. Three times a day, we eat rice and some combination of different vegetables with tofu or, if we were lucky, bits of meat. For rice and vegetables the food was absolutely delicious and since training was so hard we ran when we heard that whistle. The whistle itself was a representation of yin and yang: two opposites. One whistle blow meant training where we would drain our bodies and two whistle blows meant food where we would recharge our bodies. After a big lunch, we all tromp back to our rooms and just lay there until we fall asleep. We have a long midday break because it is the hottest part of the day, upwards of 95 degrees Fahrenheit. We slept until that whistle blew again.

Keep your eyes peeled for my next post! A sore body and the rejuvenating power of Wudang watermelon. HI-YAH!

Vegan Peanut Butter Cookies Recipe

I love peanut butter, and not just because it’s pretty much a staple in a vegan diet. I’ve loved peanut butter since I was old enough to open the jar and pick up a spoon. Since I’ve been a vegan, I’ve looked for as many ways as possible to incorporate more peanut butter. These vegan peanut butter cookies sure do the trick.

The best thing about the recipe (besides the fact that it’s vegan) is you only need a few ingredients. You’ll need 1 cup peanut butter, 1 cup sugar, 1 teaspoon vanilla, 1 egg (1 tablespoon egg replacer + three tablespoons water), and sea salt for sprinkling.

Mix all of the ingredients except for the salt into a bowl. Freeze this mixture for 20 minutes.

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. Take your dough out of the freezer and roll it into 18 to 20 one-inch balls and place them on a baking sheet. Then use a fork to flatten them in a cross-hatching pattern. Sprinkle sea salt on top if you like sweet + salty.

Peanut butter cookies!

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Bake for 10-12 minutes, or until golden. Let sit on the baking sheet for 10 minutes, then transfer to a cooling rack or a plate.

And that’s it! It only takes a few ingredients and a little bit of effort for such a delicious (and vegan!) dessert. And few dishes to clean up, too, because it only takes one bowl, one spoon, and a baking sheet.

Don’t they look yummy? And they’re accidentally gluten-free, too!

What’s your favorite vegan dessert? Let us know in the comments.

Melancholy Playlist: A Curation of Sublimely Miserable Songs

Sometimes you just want to feel sad, and that’s okay. Everyone has bad days.

This playlist promises to be there for you when you just feel like laying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Maybe you’re feeling bad because you weren’t able to achieve a goal, or perhaps work really sucked today. Maybe you’re feeling bad for no reason at all.

So if you’re resonating with this post, turn up these tunes all the way to eleven, and feel some comfort in knowing everyone gets touches of melancholy sometimes. Just remember, the good days are right around the corner.

  1. What I Am – Edie Brickell & New Bohemians
  2. Shadowboxer – Fiona Apple
  3. Our Corner of the Universe – K.S. Rhoads
  4. New York – Peter Silberman
  5. Habit – Gabrielle Shonk
  6. Samson – Regina Spektor
  7. Ophelia – The Lumineers
  8. New Skin – TORRES
  9. Horseshoe Crab – Slothrust
  10. The Killing Moon – Echo & the Bunnymen
  11. Asleep – The Smiths
  12. Just Like Honey – The Jesus and Mary Chain
  13. Rivers and Roads – The Head and the Heart
  14. Untitled – Interpol
  15. Bird’s Lament – Moondog
  16. Two Weeks – Grizzly Bear
  17. Heart of Chambers – Beach House
  18. Hey – The Pixies
  19. Feel The Pain – Dinosaur Jr.
  20. Sadly Beautiful – The Replacements

If you have a Spotify account, you can check out the playlist here:

What are some of the songs you listen to when you’re feeling down? Let us know in the comments.

Seven Things Saturday

Hi there! Elly here. I’ve decided to start a new series called Seven Things Saturday. Every Saturday, I’ll post seven things (movies, books, recipes, websites, etc.) that I’ve really been digging during the week.

Here we go:

1. The Wes Anderson Collection.
We got this book as a wedding present and I’m totally in love with it. It’s a heavy coffee table book full of awesome photos from on and off sets of Wes Anderson films, as well as a bunch of illustrations of characters and props. One of my favorite memories from when Steve and I when we were first dating was watching The Royal Tenenbaums together, and now we both just love that movie.

2. Salt bagels.
Okay, so I had never even heard of salt bagels until recently — I guess that makes me late to the salty, delicious party. Maybe they’re just an east coast thing? I had one for the first time when we were in Maine, and, oh my god, they were so good. I’ve eaten like four of them this week.

3. Master of None, season 2.
I know you’re probably getting tired of being asked, “Have you seen Master of None, yet?” If your answer is no, I’m going to highly suggest you get on that.

4. Iced coffee.
We’ve been making our own iced coffee lately with almond milk. They make us hyper as hell, but whatever — that only means we’re more productive.

5. Wearing Steve’s band t-shirts.
I’m told my husband was a regular punk in his younger days. Lucky for me, he kept all of his band shirts from back in the day and now we happen to share a closet.

6. Wikipedia’s “nearby” service.
If you’re surfing Wikipedia on mobile while you’re traveling, you might want to hop over to the “nearby” link on the sidebar and allow the site to track your location. This allows you to discover things you’re — you guessed it — nearby.

7. Mod Podge
I’ve been thinking of some exciting DIY tutorials recently involving Mod Podge. I’m a little weary they won’t turn out as well as they seem in my mind, but regardless, I can’t wait to get crafty.

What are some things you’ve been loving recently? Let us know in the comments.

A spontaneous trip to Portland, Maine

Just get up and go.

I’m a little hazy on the details because it all happened so fast. I think it went something like this:

“Let’s go on a road trip.”


“How about Portland, Maine?”


Within minutes, my wife Elly had a smile on her face. “I just booked a motel,” she said.

Suddenly a typical lazy Sunday afternoon turned into a frantic scramble to pack clothes and supplies. We hadn’t thought out how long we were going to be gone, we didn’t have much money on hand, and we didn’t even know why we were going, but in a brief and manic moment we had both made up our minds.

In a short time, we were packed and ready to go. We put the leash on our pup and headed out the door.

Anyone can go on a vacation. The intent of this story isn’t to simply highlight the benefits of going on vacation or even to explain the exciting things to do in the City of Portland. Instead, I want to convey what was going through my head, my wife’s head, and to express to anyone out there that might be like me (mid-20s and still a little lost in the world; the kind of person who has never really had a chance to do something wild): sometimes you just have to break some rules and be spontaneous.

The drive was about five hours long and I didn’t mind any of it. Driving through the rugged Vermont mountains and seeing the quaint little farms and communities that dotted the landscape was so much better than sitting in the office as I had been just an hour or so earlier. The thing is, I had never really done traveling the “right” way, and by that I mean the way that I wanted to do it — on my terms. I always wanted to just go to a place (somewhere, it didn’t matter where) and just explore. I don’t care about the on-rails tours, the theme parks, you know, the typical tourist things. I just wanted to be able to pick myself up and go to a new place and explore.


So several hours later with an almost empty tank of gas, we found ourselves pulling off the highway and into Portland. We filled the car up in a questionable part of town and, exhausted, checked into the motel, ordered a pizza, gorged ourselves on said pizza, and fell asleep. It really hadn’t set in yet that just a few hours ago we had no inclination that we would be here. “We’re in Portland, Maine! How weird,” Elly said to me as we drifted off. It was really truly strange. I hadn’t done anything like this before.

For those of you out there that have had the luck to make travel a major part of your life, this might all seem silly. But it really was amazing what we had done. We had transformed an ordinary day into something extraordinary.


The following morning we woke up around 7 a.m., took a shower, packed our things, and headed out with the pup.

Pretty much all the research we had done on Portland was done during the car ride in between the spotty coverage allotted by the rural mountains of Vermont and New Hampshire.

“Oh, there’s a downtown district with old cobblestone roads!”

“Nevermind, I don’t have any data.”

Between pit stops, I scribbled down the names of restaurants and other things to do in Portland. We used to see what we could actually do with our dog coming along for the ride. I was surprised to see a lot of interesting shops downtown that were pet-friendly.

We parked ourselves on a street in Old Port in downtown Portland, paid the parking meter and stepped out to begin our adventure. It was a small, quaint little street with cobblestone roads and was lined with very hip storefronts.

“This is the start of our adventure,” I thought. And while absorbed in the moment, I barely noticed our dog pooping the largest poop I had ever seen on the sidewalk. To make matters worse, a large group of people was making their way towards us! Suddenly our anxiety skyrocketed as we quickly tried to clean up the mess before they arrived.

“Hurry they’re coming!”

Success! With not a moment to spare we had cleaned the sidewal- “oh wait they crossed the street already.”

With that minor hiccup out of the way, it was time to begin our adventure.


With the car in the center of downtown, we surveyed the sites of Portland for the next few hours. This was exactly the way I always wanted to travel: no itinerary, just true exploration with the girl of my dreams and our dog. Darting in and out of alleyways, going to the wharf, saying hi to all the strangers that wanted to get a closer look at our pup. It felt like we had tossed away all of the rules. So what if we were supposed to be in the office working? So what if we had a dog with us? So what if it was a Monday? None of that mattered. We weren’t going to let artificial constraints on our own happiness get in our way today.


When the parking meter was set to expire, we headed back. Elly had never seen the Atlantic so we had made it a goal to go to the ocean. We looked for directions to the nearest beach, said our goodbyes to downtown and drove off.

We stopped at “Eastern Promenade” at the northern tip of the city. We parked at the top of a tall hill near the ocean.

It was surreal.

I can’t say that this was my first encounter seeing the ocean. But this was more than just simply seeing the ocean. I was seeing the ocean in a particular time in my life that was perfect. I was in a place in the world with the person I wanted to be with the most. It took me by surprise. Seeing the ocean with her really captivated me. We made our way down the hillside, winding down the pleasant hill on a pathway towards the beach.

I’d like to take a second and share what my wife thought when we crested the bottom of the hill and made our way to the water:

“We saw a rocky part of the beach that was completely vacant (and ahead of the ‘NO DOGS ALLOWED’ sign) — it was perfect. Immediately, I knew I wanted to take my shoes off and dip my toes in. So we did. The pup even got his feet wet, and soon he was exploring the salty waters just like we were. I felt like a kid again. I followed a few rocks out to this peninsula-like part of the beach, being careful to not step on snails and seaweed. It was the first time I really saw a complete view of water. And it made me feel so small. It just kept going, and going, and going. It really put things into perspective for me, and honestly, I think it changed my life. I want to move there now.”

I couldn’t agree with her more. Here we were, both totally immersed by the moment unfolding before us. We were virtually alone. I waded in the little artificial lagoon and tossed stones about and breathed the sea air. I was totally engulfed in the present moment. We both traded moments sitting out at the far end of the rocks alone, taking in the scenery. Throughout the day we had been toying with the idea of staying for another night. We didn’t have enough money for another night at the hotel, but we were committed to the possibility of sleeping in our car.

But as we got ready to leave, we both realized we were totally satisfied with our experience. After collecting a few keepsakes, we made our way back to the car to begin the journey home.

It was a quick, spontaneous trip, but it was everything we wanted.


Vegan breakfast sandwich recipe

This is a recipe for an easy, savory breakfast sandwich that will leave you full and satisfied. Eating this for breakfast makes me believe bagels and avocados truly belong together.

For one breakfast sandwich, you’ll need a bagel, three slices of vegan smart bacon, half an avocado, and a couple of tomato slices, and some vegetable oil.

Because we always prepare two breakfast sandwiches for the both of us, we doubled our recipe. Go ahead and separate your bacon strips — sometimes it’s tricky. Set them aside and heat up some vegetable oil (just enough to cover the bottom of the pan) on medium heat.

Place your bacon in the pan and heat each side for a few minutes until they’re crispy. We’ve found this is the best way to cook smart bacon.

When the bacon is cooked, place them on a paper towel to remove excess oil. Set aside.

Dice an avocado and slice up a tomato. If you choose, you may also want to toast your bagel. We always put a little bit of smart balance on our toasted bagels and salt the tomato slices.

And that’s it! It only talks about 10 minutes to make both sandwiches. Easy, delicious and not too unhealthy.

Any other vegans out there? What do you eat for breakfast? Let us know in the comments.

Road Trip Playlist: A Curation of Traveling Jams

Okay, so real talk: a road trip without music is like toast without avocado — it’s just not the same.

Music is essential to the road trip experience, and carefully curating playlists for trips is so much fun. For those of you who are planning a trip this summer (especially a group trip!) and are still debating whether to drive or take a plane, just remember: sure, road trips take longer than if you were just to fly to your destination, but driving allows you to soak in the scenery, visit interesting landmarks, and make lasting memories. Life is about the journey, after all.

This playlist is a surefire way to get you started on compiling your own road trip playlist this summer:

  1. Do a Thing – Street Joy
  2. Highway Tune – Greta Van Fleet
  3. Keep the Car Running – Arcade Fire
  4. At the Beach – The Avett Brothers
  5. Walkin’ On The Sun – Smash Mouth
  6. Mr. Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra
  7. The Passenger – Iggy Pop
  8. Should I Stay or Should I Go – The Clash
  9. In the Summertime – Mungo Jerry
  10. Get in My Car – BRONCHO
  11. Maps – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  12. I’m Bound To Pack It Up – The White Stripes
  13. Ride – The Vines
  14. Dashboard – Modest Mouse
  15. Gronlandic Edit – of Montreal
  16. Heart It Races – Dr. Dog
  17. Lake Michigan – Rogue Wave
  18. The Summer – Coconut Records
  19. Ocean’s Deep – Born Ruffians
  20. Run Run – Those Dancing Days
  21. One Headlight – The Wallflowers
  22. Road Trippin’ – Red Hot Chili Peppers
  23. Another Travelin’ Song – Bright Eyes
  24. Daylight – Matt and Kim
  25. Feels Like Summer – Weezer
  26. Whole Wide World – Cage the Elephant
  27. It’s A Trip! – Joywave
  28. No Sleep Till Brooklyn – Beastie Boys
  29. The Distance – Cake
  30. This Must Be The Place – Sure Sure

If you have a Spotify account, you can listen to the playlist here:

What do you listen to on the road? Let us know in the comments.

Vegan stuffed peppers recipe

Being a vegan doesn’t mean eating just carrots and wheatgrass. Most of us eat savory dishes, just like these stuffed peppers which are full of flavor. And surprisingly, it doesn’t take too much work — it just looks like it does.

Scroll down to skip to the list of ingredients, or follow along with the recipe below.

Cut your peppers in a T-shape, but not all the way through. This is so you can stuff them later. Remove the seeds and the other pepper guts, but be careful to not cut off the stems.

Heat them up until they’re almost black and toasty — we used our gas stove, but you could also grill or bake them.

Prepare a batter by whisking 2 cups of masa flour, a pinch of salt, and enough water to make the batter thin enough to stick to the pepper. Eyeball it and trust your gut.

Bathe the peppers in the batter until they’re covered.

Heat up oil on low-medium to medium heat in a pan with high sides. Fry the peppers for a few minutes on each side, until the batter is crispy and golden. Keep an eye on them.

Here’s how they should look when you’re done.

Now prepare the stuffing. We used a bag of cooked vegan ground “beef” crumbles, 2 cups of cooked white rice, a can of heated vegetarian refried beans, the juice of a lime, and some spices to taste, like cumin, chile pepper, and ground pepper.

Thoroughly mix the ingredients together in a bowl, then stuff your peppers.

And that’s it! You could even top it with some vegan cheese if you wish.

Vegan Stuffed Peppers

Serves 4

Ingredients you’ll need:

For the peppers:

8 poblano peppers, de-seeded

vegetable oil, enough to fill 1″ of the bottom of the pan

2 cups corn masa flour


pinch of salt


For the stuffing mixture:

1 bag of vegan ground “beef” crumbles

1 can vegetarian refried beans

2 cups prepared white rice

1 lime, juiced

Chile pepper


Black pepper

Vegan cheese


These peppers were fantastic, very filling and not too spicy. We served ours with a side of grilled Mexican street corn, a guacamole puree, and a black bean puree.


Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu — Part 1

Dylan will be writing about his solo trip to China through a series of articles titled “Journey to Wudang Mountain: The Home of Taoist Gung Fu.” This is Part 1 of the series. Follow along to see how he got there, what his Gung Fu training is like, and how he deals with international travel alone.

I got out of the cushy hotel bed filled with anxiety for my first international flight alone. China was my destination.

As we ate an overpriced breakfast buffet that my stomach struggled to digest, my mother reassured me the flight would be fine. She was reassuring herself as well. I knew everything would work out fine, but I was traveling into the unknown. It’s kind of like jumping off a cliff into water. You see everyone jump and emerge from the water safely but everything in your body tells you: “DON’T JUMP!” which is logical because you might die. You jump anyway and it is such a thrill.

So I jumped.


I was waving goodbye, getting on the shuttle to the airport wishing I had not thrown away my coffee. I had my two bags, a nervous stomach, an unsure mind, and a trusting heart — everything would be okay. But this was not the start of my journey to Wudang Mountain — the center of Taoist Kung Fu.

The journey all started when I was living in Sedona, Arizona in 2009. I met a Gung Fu instructor through a friend and agreed to take lessons. The training began where all things begin: in the earth. All of my training was done outside, on the ground, in the water, and in all weather conditions. I was taught to condition the body physically, I learned deep meditative Qi-Gong, and I learned deadly Gung Fu techniques. The training was serious. It expanded me mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. It gave me a new view on the world and I wanted to learn more. After leaving Sedona, I began researching different schools in China to study martial arts. Five years after navigating, dodging, and leaping over financial barriers, family barriers, and work barriers, I booked the trip. Sometimes things don’t come easy in life but if you keep your eye on the prize and keep attempting, you will get where you’re going.

Fast-forward several years.

I wish I could have fast-forwarded the flight! It wasn’t much to talk about. It took 14 hours to fly from Newark, New Jersey to Beijing. On most flights, I stare at the little airplane dotting across the screen making its way from origin to destination, but this time I could barely look at it. I mean, come on, I was flying over the North-Freaking-Pole! I watched several movies, made seventeen trips to the bathroom, and like I said, it was generally uneventful. I didn’t get to be on one of those wonderful United flights where they drag a passenger off the plane kicking and screaming. It was also quite amazing that I was traveling to China in 14 hours… on the other side of the planet! I think we take flying for granted.

After touching down safely in Beijing and exiting the aircraft, I chatted with two girls from the flight. They were around my age and traveling from Montreal on their way to Mongolia. It was a nice reassurance that I was surrounded by people — just people. Not dinosaurs, or aliens, or flying purple people eaters. Sure, they spoke a different language, ate strange foods, and looked completely different, but they were people. In my experience, people are generally good and I would be able to find my way and ask for help when needed… as long as I had Google Translate. Chatting with the girls also made me think: “People travel internationally every day, so I can do this.”

I made my way to the gate for my connecting flight to Wudang. It would be another 6 hours before that flight departed, so I had some time and I had some errands to run. (Yes, errands in an airport.) I had to find an ATM to take out money and then my big test: ordering food. I was in China and I had to use the little Chinese I knew to eat. Eating is important unless you are some hippie breatharian. (Well, then good for you.) I lugged my large backpacking backpack around the airport searching for an ATM. I think this took me about two hours to find the ATM. Including a break where I went into a panic and thought my entire trip was doomed because I couldn’t get Chinese Yuan (money).

Eventually, I found the ATM. It was like coming upon an oasis in the desert. I sipped the sweet cool waters as the machine spat out 1000 Yuan. My first time getting international money! I trekked back to the store I had spotted early that sold food — I passed by it. I was so nervous about going to ask for food, I just walked right by. I trudged around again and thought, “well maybe I will just find another place.” I walked around the airport for another hour in a silent, nervous panic. This was not the time for my social anxiety issues to come into play. I needed to eat. I thought about the impact that my social worries had on my everyday life. I was always scared to make a fool of myself or to make some type of mistake. I didn’t want people to think I was an idiot. I had to be perfect.

I came around the corner and walked into a café, which was some strange Chinese simulation of an American Café. This was it — I had to battle this head on. I could not be fearful of what other people thought. Ultimately, I knew people were going to have judgments and I knew they didn’t matter. I walked up to the counter and waited for the girl to come back. “Ni Hao!” I said awkwardly. She murmured something similar.

“Wo Yao… (I want…)” I said pointing to a sad looking chicken sandwich. She said “Okay” in English… She spoke English. Life happens like that sometimes just to mess with you. After eating the sad sandwich, I felt pretty happy.

My next flight landed in Shiyan at Wudangshan airport. After the long day, I was exhausted and I hoped the taxi arranged for me would be waiting. When I exited the airport, there was a woman holding a sign with my full name on it “DYLANMARTINSEN.” It was another oasis in the unknown; I felt relief. I followed her to the car and she spoke some words in Chinese. I kind of just laughed it off. I was in no mood to try to understand what she was saying or try to find the right words to spit out of the abyss that my mind had become. I was shot. I was tired.

And I still had an hour drive to get to Wu Dang Dragon Gate Kung Fu School.

Keep your eyes peeled for my arrival at the school and getting used to my new routine. Rice, three times a day and 6 hours of intense martial arts training. HI-YAH!

Read Part 2 here.

Twitter’s outlandish Amelia Earhart conspiracy theories

If you haven’t heard already, there’s a new theory that Amelia Earhart — the most badass female pilot of all time who went missing almost 80 years ago on a round-the-world flight — survived a crash-landing.
According to USA Today, a newly discovered photo, obtained by the History Channel (which has an upcoming documentary on the mystery), shows a woman who appears to be Earhart and her co-pilot Fred Noonan sitting on a dock in the Marshall Islands after the crash.

Twitter is very excited about it:

Some are even coming up with their own conspiracy theories:

1. There’s one to make your feminist heart flutter:

2. Aliens, Aircrafts and Star Trek, oh my:

3. Here’s one for the optimistic nerds:

4. And another for the Lost fans:

5. Amelia vs. Whale:

6. My question is what does “thriving” mean in this scenario:

7. This one doesn’t even make any sense:

8. Ouch:

9. Ooooooooh, good one:

Me: *furiously Googles Amelia Earhart conspiracy theories forever*

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