Feeling it all fall apart in Anuradhapura
Tortured thoughts of her kept me up late again last night, despite the exhaustion making my limbs ache. She filled every dream and nothing was ever right, and I was halfway though a… Continue reading
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Leaving Israel, passing through the future, and arriving in Sri Lanka.
It was difficult to leave Israel with a good taste in my mouth. Trains and buses were sleeping due to a holiday, and the hostel told us it was a flat fare… Continue reading
Mardin, children among the decay of civilization(s)
I need a little more time to know for sure how I feel about Jerusalem, so I’m going to catch up on a place that definitely deserves more attention than I’ve given it.… Continue reading
An evening in Tel Aviv, with Elvis, loneliness, protest, and the Beatles.
Tel Aviv is the most unfriendly city of this trip so far, and also where I had the best friendships. Go figure. It’s a place well suited to contradiction, where worshipers of three… Continue reading
Miracles, misery, and memory on my last night in Turkije.
We live in an age of casual miracles. Yesterday I woke up in Hasankeyf, and went to bed in Diyarbakir. Tonight I will sleep in Istanbul, and tomorrow I will travel to Tel… Continue reading
Two travelgasms and a tragedy. Hasankeyf Part 2.
Either ancient cave houses don’t fascinate Turkish tourists as much as they do me, or they were seriously lacking in endurance, because I quickly left all the other visitors behind as I walked… Continue reading
Anticipation, back hair, and falafel in Amsterdam
It was a few degrees below zero in Toronto but I felt fine, and as long as I didn’t spend too much time in the shade I enjoyed my walks. It was a… Continue reading
Our secret language is almost back.
Somehow, inexplicably but terribly predictably, our time in Curacao has flown by. But we haven’t been to that Surinamese restaurant, the aloe plantation, or on an organized snorkeling trip! But in less than… Continue reading
