(If) another candidate, (then) more pics…
Well shucks. What to say about Hong Kong? I tried to explain a bit and it went on for a few thousand too many words. Suffice to say, I was impressed. Still not… Continue reading
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Is that a good start or a bad one? Jungle Birthday Part 2.
I’ll just come out and say it: I was wearing flip flops. Old ones. This may surprise you, given that I was hiking six hours each way to spend the night in the… Continue reading
Tiger Temple…oh, THAT’s it.
I counted 211 steps down from the top of the kitschy Tiger Temple. With a spackling of bird crap about every other flight of stairs, 8 steps per flight, that’s roughly 13 crap… Continue reading
My new old traveling partner
I was insanely lucky that traveling with K was not only doable, but actually an upgrade. It’s a rare thing to find a travel partner who doesn’t drive you crazy. On this trip… Continue reading
Shall I deal you in?
Computer problems escalate, so here’s the post I was going to publish my first night in Myanmar, before the street food pushed it aside. I forgot my anniversary. Over a month ago. But… Continue reading
I enjoyed my Sri Lankan chemical burn
I still can’t access my pictures, and it seems a shame to tell you about Sulamani Pahto temple’s beautiful carved stucco artwork when I can’t show you…so I’ll get to this guy, who… Continue reading
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
