I am seated in a small coffee shop looking out over the sea in Mumbai’s residential Bandra neighborhood. A dark sun-browned girl, around ten or eleven years old, is quietly standing at the steps of the coffee shop. It’s hard to not notice her as she has positioned herself between the shop and the sea.
Dreams of Cannibals and Volcanoes
I held a folded tissue paper in my left hand and a fountain pen in my right. A pile of second grade school books, with lined up edges, sat on the corner of the desk next to perfectly sharpened pencils. In front of me was an open notebook with clear and exact handwriting. I wiped …
Potato Stuffed Squid
I was starving. The stalls were busy with women in headscarfs and men in T-shirts selling greasy fried noodles, fatty barbecue chicken, and stinking fish. Gray clouds of steam and smoke hung in the hot evening air of Brunei’s Pasar Gadong Malam night market. It smelled of burnt oil and scorched meat. I spat out …
Talking, Talking, Talking
Cafe Make in Dubai Marina was filled with young professionals, eyes locked on their computers. A tall, thin woman in her 30s, wearing gray starched pinstriped pants and a vest to match, stepped into the room on 5-inch black strappy shoes. In her steps followed a woman in Louis Vuitton ballet slippers, a shiny gold …
Lemosos, Cyprus
Here’s a first for us – a video. Take a look at our 4 minutes of Cyprus; it’s villages, ruins, food, and wine, and more wine.
Rapla – My Hometown
The wind howled, the snow crunched under our feet, and the candle holders clicked against each other in the plastic bag. The town’s main road was busy with pedestrians coming and going. The scent of garlic, slow cooked pork, and sauerkraut slipped through the night air. It was Christmas Eve in Rapla, Estonia. As is …
Just Another (Infectious) Day In The Tropics
“Are you sure you need a doctor?” asks the friendly Indonesian receptionist at the hotel. His comment makes me feel as if there may be many little white girls overreacting and running off to the doctors around here. “Salt water is good for bug bites,” he continues. “Also, talking kindly to your bug bites works …
In the Footsteps of a Dani Tribesman
On a path in a remote area of West Papua, only accessible by aircraft, was a short aboriginal man with thick vascular arms, equally thick wide hands, and a deeply creased face. He was a Dani tribesman; a fearsome group known for headhunting and cannibalism. And he was walking closely behind me. Not a comfortable, …
Relaxing in Gili Trawangan (Lombok, Indonesia)
Gili Trawangan is the largest of Lombok, Indonesia’s Gili Islands. It’s a great place to escape for diving, beach, and drinking. It’s the smallest island with an Irish Pub. ‘Nuff said.
