Kyrgyz Trek – Day Three
I awoke surrounded by monsters. Their growls, snarls, and roars made Jurassic Park sound like a petting zoo, and I was very aware that I could see no further than the fabric of… Continue reading
I awoke surrounded by monsters. Their growls, snarls, and roars made Jurassic Park sound like a petting zoo, and I was very aware that I could see no further than the fabric of… Continue reading
No signal. I love when it says that. In fact, seeking that elusive status was one of my reasons for going up to Tahoe in the first place. To spend two days in… Continue reading
Aaaaaaarggghhh! I am tearing my hair out on this one. Aurora Borealis. A combination of the Roman goddess of the dawn/sunrise and the Greek god of the wind, the name conjures sweeping colors,… Continue reading
I’m not a morning person. “Grab hold of your attitude” I admonish myself, and try to remember the satisfaction of looking at the clock after a productive day and finding it’s only 11:00.… Continue reading
Iceland is aptly named, sure, but I’d hate to give the impression that it only has frozen water. It’s also got ponies. Ponies who like frozen water. Ponies who pose, oh so pretty.… Continue reading
Iceland, for me, was a vacation from traveling. I had few cultural experiences there (one that threatened projectile vomit), met few Icelanders (guys in a bar explained how to avoid dating one’s cousin… Continue reading
Spring is waiting for something this year. It’s the first time Belgium has had this much snow in mid-March since 1952, it’s the coldest March (23rd at least) since 1873, and the big… Continue reading
Hello from Toronto! And also, hello from a hostel common room, where we are watching Gone in 60 Seconds, which I am hereby citing as the reason why any of the following sentences… Continue reading
A friend did me a favor the other day. He asked my opinion. Everyone loves to feel like an expert, and travelers may be the worst of all, but I am leery of… Continue reading
I heard a new sound last night. The leaves of the grandfatherly tree were frozen, and when the breeze seeped through them it was a crackle of dry and cold. Elsewhere leaves famously rustle,… Continue reading