Tag Archive: photos

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┬áit. 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

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

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