Tag Archive: backpacking

An unexpected feeling as I sat on the Throne.

The second little bottle of shampoo from the hotel in Istanbul emptied much faster than the first. Must be time for a haircut again. Signs all over town advertise “The French Touch: Bakery,… Continue reading

An unexpected chance to get killed in Mandalay

My ride to the bus station in Mandalay, Myanmar, showed up 45 minutes late, unhurried and calm, and led me out front to our ride. One of the little motorbikes that zip everywhere… Continue reading

Average thoughts in an unaverage (that’s a word now) land.

Mandalay….does not seem particularly ready for tourists…but I think that’s how I like it. And I…don’t seem particularly ready to tour…but I think that’s how I like it too. They don’t know what… Continue reading

I love this place…unless it kills me.

I have no pictures of it. The alley was too dark, and the only time I could see the piles of garbage rotting in the eternal puddles was when cars would drive by,… Continue reading

Dog is my guru, an off season pilgrimage to Sri Pada.

The guidebooks and the Christians will tell you the footprint at the peak belongs to Adam, left when he first stepped to Earth after being cast out from Eden. The Buddhists say it’s… Continue reading

I lost my watch yesterday.

I lost my watch yesterday. It must have fallen out of my bag on the mountain, probably when I took my camera out. I’d put it in there to protect it from the… Continue reading

How many ways do I love thee, Turkish breakfast? Let me count the ways…

I’m pretty sick of this heartbreak crap right now, and you can be honest, you are too. Unfortunately it still colors nearly everything I see and do, so I’m going to take the… Continue reading

If I’d had a clue, I wouldn’t have met the Wigi

I’m traveling without a guide book. I love it, recommend it, and understand completely why so few do it. There is an amazing amount of information in those things, but guide books are dangerously… Continue reading

Happy, sad, Bieber…I’m feeling it all.

It was the best of timing, it was the worst of timing. I think Charles Dickens is writing my life right now. I came to Kandy just in time for the Buddhist holiday… Continue reading

Anuradhapura: monkeys, tuk tuks, and something sacred for 2400 years

I gave Anuradhapura short shift in my last blog; there is more there than the museum of my emotional decomposition, specifically, the ruins of Sri Lanka’s oldest capital city, dating back to the… Continue reading