Everybody hates Shimla
The expats and wealthier Indians I talked to were unanimous. From a bewildered “Shimla? Why are you going there? Just on your way to someplace better, right?” to the more succinct “Shimla sucks”… Continue reading
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The system’s out of order, and the fire hasn’t even started yet.
“Well, I guess that’s what we get for unplugging for a few hours,” said the businessman, relaxed on his bench outside the shuttered BART train station. “They must have decided to go on… 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 enjoy being abandoned on the side of a highway in a foreign land.
I woke up on the side of a warm highway, somewhere in Turkey. My bus was getting smaller in one direction, while from the other a tractor was approaching with more noise than… Continue reading
Monuments, funerals, and a flying disease wagon.
After the Air Force Monument we headed to Martin Luther King, Jr.’s. The statue is a stern one, and I felt it highlighted the severe nature of the struggle more than his compassion.… Continue reading
Peanut butter and jelly before dawn, with many miles still to go.
I was shaking my head as I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 4:30 in the morning yesterday. A pbj sounded absolutely disgusting at the moment, and the bread felt cold and… Continue reading
Would you rather catch a cold or stink like fish?
(I have no pictures of this day, but this layout I’m trying seems to want pictures, so here’s a pair each from Riobamba and the Amazon both earlier in Ecuador. Let me know… Continue reading
Cooking my culo.
We thoroughly enjoyed Playas, but it was time to move on again. First breakfast, where just in case we hadn’t noticed how friendly Ecuadorians are, the owners gave us their phone number and… Continue reading
