Friday, February 1st, 2013
I’m going to be frank. When I got back to Texas this winter, my Mom immediately pulled out her photo books from her own recent trips and I responded with an eye roll. I tuned her out, dreaming of Tex-Mex, until she said something along the lines of “…but it was so different in 1974.” That
Thursday, November 22nd, 2012
“Döner kebabs were invented in Berlin, actually,” claimed my friend Rene as he guided Andy and I around street food stands to soak up some late night beers we’d indulged in after our reunion in Berlin. “A...
Tuesday, November 13th, 2012
After a night spent shivering together in a Mongolian ger, my new German friends and I went out for some proper urban Mongolian food at Khan Buuz, a fast food joint with as great a reputation for...
Thursday, November 1st, 2012
“Did you see my Uncle today?” asked Tony, the friendly hostel receptionist in Hanoi after I returned from a long day of sight-seeing. Not detecting the twinkle in his eye, I tried to infuse my voice with...
Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012
I held the dirty, used mug with the faint white outline of lip skin in one hand while the other clutched an apricot jam-filled pie and a chicken leg as Alex, my new Trans-Siberian bunkmate, poured me...
Friday, October 12th, 2012
There’s just something about vomiting Mongolian horse jerky into a Siberian toilet that makes you contemplate life’s big questions. Questions like: Why am I here? What is the meaning of all of this? Why would anyone in...
Thursday, October 11th, 2012
It didn’t go down nearly as smooth as it should have, but it has finally been published. I struggled with a multitude of technology issues here in Cote d’Ivoire trying to put the final touches on the...
Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012
I’m buckled in. Everything is sorted: tray table up, seat back in its upright position, electronics off, backpack stowed. Nothing to do but sit and wait until cruising altitude when I can turn on my book (still...
Thursday, September 20th, 2012
“Sao-ha baht, jao,” said the spice vendor at the market when I asked the price of a package of khao soi curry paste. With a giggle, she repeated herself, “Yeesib-ha baht, ka.” By replacing “sao” with “yeesib”...
Tuesday, September 11th, 2012
My scooter left me for another man. He came a few days ago and whisked away her orange form into the sunset, leaving me stalled and alone, with only my feet to move me. Scooty Puff is...
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