found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha la la la la la ♪ sha la la la la la lala la ♪ sha la la la la la la >>> once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a place, a very special place, a clean, orderly, and nice place. usually i hate clean, orderly, and nice. the air smells fresh and physically fit, statuesque blondes pedal through streets lined by old buildings and canals. i read something disturbing on my way here. apparently denmark is, like, the happiest place on earth. they actually keep stats on this. apparently denmark is far and away number one the happiest, most content place on earth. >> well, the colleges are the same for everybody. >> free? >> free. >> that's un-american. that's socialism, isn't it? >> yes. i mean, here, that's not a bad word. >> okay, they pay, like, 60% of their earnings in taxes. but then they do get things like free health care. 52 weeks maternity leave on full pay. >> when i had my kids two rooms down, that's where the future king had his kids. >> there's no, like, beyonce suite. >> no. we're all there. we're all the s

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha la la la la ♪ sha la la la la la la ♪ sha lala la la la ♪ ♪ >> i was raised without religion. one side of the family long ago, catholic -- i think. the other side, jewish. i've never been in a synagogue. i don't believe in a higher power. but that doesn't make me any less jewish, i don't think. these guys sandbagging me at the wailing wall, they don't seem to think so either. >> only half. >> jewish? >> yes. >> you're jewish. not the first time. see. you writer? >> i'm a writer, yes. [ speaking hebrew ] now you bar mitzvah. >> mazel tov. >> mazel tov. thank you, gentlemen. >> i've never felt so much like i'm masquerading like something i'm not. i am instinctively hostile to any kind of devotion. certainty is any enemy. i'm all about doubt, questioning ones self and the nature of reality. when they grabbed hold of me and in a totally nonjudgmental way essentially -- god's happy to have you, here you go. oh, man. my treachery is complete. just because i was raised outside the faith with no particular attachment or loyalty to israe

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha la la la la ♪ sha la la la la la la ♪ sha laa la la >>> what do you need to know about tokyo? deep, deep waters. the first time i came here, it was like it was a transformative experience. it was powerful and violent experience. it was as if it was just like taking acid for the first time. meaning what do i do now? i see the whole world in a different way. of going to japan for the first time and going to tokyo for the first time to what eric clapton and pete townsend must have gone through, the reigning guitar gods of england, what they must have gone through the week that jimi hendrix came to town. you hear about it, you go see it. a whole window opens up into a whole new thing. and you think, what does this mean? what do i have left to say? what do i do now? welcome to tokyo. you are not invited. this is the other tokyo. 12-hour flight and i'm baked. no sleep. might as well -- must -- go out. ♪ the district near my hotel has the advantage of being where the subterranean life, the repressed i.d.s of the japanese male some fema

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha la la la la ♪ sha la la la la la la ♪ sha laa la la ♪ >> it's one of the most beautiful places in europe, a place whose roots are very much the roots of the town where i live, but somehow i've never been able to get it right. to tell the story, any story of sicily. it's the biggest island in the head -- mediterranean. two main towns of palermo and catania on opposite sides. i'm done a show in palermo before. it was an epic goat rodeo, an failure of humiliating scale. this time i was going to get it right. there's the sicily we know from films, an evocative, deeply felt history that's not quite reality but cool anyway, right? there's the simple fact of its location, tucked away under the boot of italy, part of but not really part of that country. its own language, culture, its own history of norman, arab, spanish, roman, turkish, egyptian interlopers, all leaving their mark and their influence. i grew up in new jersey which was pretty much sicily on the hudson. the italian-americans next door weren't from milan, i could tell you

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha la la la la ♪ sha la la la la la la ♪ sha la la la la ♪ >>> in july 2013, when i went to south africa, 95-year-old nelson mandela was critically ill. in the country he freed from white minority rule was already in mourning. and already fearful of what the future might be without him. [ speaking in foreign language ] >> i pray that he -- somebody takes the baton from him. >> i wish him a speedy recovery. and come back to his people. ♪ >> so a good friend of mine, a really great travel writer, said something. the more i travel, the less i know. i feel that particularly strongly in south africa, a place i came in a state of near total ignorance, loaded with preconceptions. for the first part of my life, the south africa i knew was not a happy place or a good place. it was a pariah state. surrealistically, outrageously divided into black and white. a throwback to attitudes we thought we'd long learned to reject. ♪ >> the nationalist government in south africa enacted apartheid laws in 1948. who you could marry. where you lived. wher

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ sha la, la, la, la ♪ sha la, la, la, la, la ♪ sha la lala la la la >>> the western myth has pretty much captured the american imagination. none of us can escape it. for ages, we identified ourselves with the image of the lone cowboy, the perception of frontier values, self-sufficiency, rugged individualism, the freedom of wide open spaces. few places in america still manage to embody that mythic landscape of the imagination like the state of new mexico. what does freedom mean? it's different things to everybody, it seems, but something about this place manages to capture the overlap between a whole hell of a lot of very different cultures. old route 66 runs through new mexico like a collapsed vein, right through santa fe and albuquerque. it must have seemed like magic once. families loaded in a massive chrome and steel chariots with powerful v-8 engines and took off down that blacktop highway. they slept in whimsical motor lodges and bungalows, swam in kidney-shaped pools. then it all went redundant. route 66 was decommissioned, chopped up

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha la la la ♪ sha la la la la la ♪ sha la la la was that this town was going down, and no one was showing up. so we as koreans figured that out really quickly. there's a point where you and i look at each other and say -- >> they're not coming. >> they're not coming. >> the choppers will not be here anytime soon. >> that's when all the stuff started to go down. >> roy choi is a second-generation korean-american. he lives in los angeles. he's the owner/operator of four groundbreaking and much-loved food trucks, among the first to harness the strange and terrible powers of social media to alert customers to where to find delicious food. >> this was the command post. from here, you know you could look and you could see if fires were going on. >> when the los angeles riots happened in 1992, roy was 22 years old. in this plaza's rooftop played a central role for koreans defending their town. let's back up a bit. after the immigration act of 1965, thousands of koreans began arriving in l.a. the first to arrive were mostly middle-class, c

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha-la-la-la ♪ sha-la-la-la ♪ sha-la-la-la ♪ sha-la-laing arriving here after all you see on tv these days that libya is, in fact, functioning at all. but it is. the fountains across from the kornish are operating. traffic works, kind of. at the radisson, club sandwiches arrive on time in the lobby. the occasional flash of camo and a security scanner are the really only discordant notes. >> don't want to take the video -- >> you don't, okay. >> inside the old part of the city, men slaughter a camel, while a girl records it with her ipad. >> okay. he said no. >> kids are setting off fireworks in the medina. >> incoming. >> tomorrow is the prophet mohammad's birthday and people who have not known freedom for nearly 50 years are ready to celebrate. martyrs square is filled with families, kids, teenage skater boys and hotshots on motorcycles. it's wild. and almost giddily happy. young men in the camouflage pants of the militias, most of whom were civilians until last year, do their best to sporadically keep order or just join in the fun. ever

something good in this beautiful world ♪ ♪ i felt the rain getting colder ♪ ♪ sha-la-la-la ♪ sha-la-la-la ♪ sha-la-la-la ♪ sha-la-laerything american and great came from. the things the whole world wanted, made here. the heart, the soul, the beat of an industrial cultural super power. a magnet for everyone with a dream of a better future. from eastern europe to the deep south. american dream? you came here. >> the one straight ahead with the green roof? >> the rococo building, completely empty. >> unbelievable. >> the white one is being rehabbed. there's money coming in. the one on the right is completely empty. the great pyramid with the spire on top sold for $5 million. >> $5 million for that? you can't buy a garage in the hamptons for that. >> $5 million for a skyscraper. >> it is post-apocalyptic. i mean, it's like a science fiction film. what the hell happened here? >> well, it is post-apocalyptic. except for the fact there are several hundred thousand people living here. >>> 2 used to be 2 million people. that was rubber. that guy was steel. that guy was a doctor. this was what made america. the road started