We woke to new scenery. After a day of the Gobi (like all deserts seen from a train, beautiful at first, and stultifying after seven hours of exactly the same), the small but… Continue reading
Tomorrow, I’ll get on the train to Beijing. I’ve been in Ulaan Baatar one less week than originally planned, but about five days too many. I know, I said I liked the city.… Continue reading
Do not be fooled. Mongolia may have an average of 280 days of sun a year, but that doesn’t mean you get 280 days of warmth. It is remarkable how beautiful the day… Continue reading
On the microbus from Irkutsk to Olkhon Island, the Russian men around me seemed to keep talking about the fact that I was a woman traveling alone and, if I guessed right, making… Continue reading
The sun was radioactively orange, emerging from the silhouettes of old factories whose destiny within the decade will be live-work lofts. The color felt unreal, only elsewhere available in the artifice of nail… Continue reading
As you may have noticed, there were a lot of emotions in Alice Springs. A great upwelling of hope, that push at your sternum like the rumblings of first love, a deep despair… Continue reading
Somewhere on that burnt red off-road track, after my sleepless and sick night of camping in Broome, when my feet burned from sand fly bites and my stomach burned from Sambuca and smoke,… Continue reading
I’m staying in North Perth, but sadly all I can really tell you about the city is how to get to the Wellington Street Bus Station to catch a train to Midland or… Continue reading
Something magical happens at a certain hostel in Katoomba, and everyone there will remark upon it, except of course the owner, let’s call him Joe, who wants no special thanks and may turn… Continue reading
Last October, I decided to take a Farm to Fork tour on a whim. The “whim” part of travel is relatively common for me, but I’m also one who likes to have everything… Continue reading
I stopped to take a picture of Tweed Restaurant to send to my good friend, nicknamed Agent Tweed for reasons I won’t go into here (suffice it to say someone else was named… Continue reading
It was spring, which in Texas means at least 90 degrees Fahrenheit, and I was on my way from San Marcos to Houston, driving a gas-guzzling Jeep and talking on my cell phone. … Continue reading
Napoli is a rough city. It’s missing toilet seats, sort of like Southern Mexico and Greece, and there is a garbage strike, which has been in effect for either two months or four… Continue reading
Italy, I’ve found, is a land of qualifiers and “but”s. Things are usually one way, unless they are the other way. The rental car was quoted online at 70 Euros, but after fees… Continue reading
The shame about Napoli is that the buildings have beautiful facades — we walked by the House of the Nile, for instance, with a door knocker fashioned as a sphinx and ornamentation of… Continue reading
You may know, I jumped on a plane without any prep work, and ended up in Florence. I’d been working, working, working, and had paused only long enough to fret about and finally… Continue reading
Back at Bioneers in October, I milled about, questioning the direction of my life. I attended some education sessions, some journalism sessions, Jane Goodall’s keynote, and a briefing on the latest psychedelics research.… Continue reading
Traveling for work usually ends in aches, pains, and a mildly sleepless night, thanks to strange surroundings, cable television, or the air conditioner, which clicks on and off incessantly in order to keep… Continue reading
My dear friend was just off to Ecstatic Dance so I snapped this shot of him. Epitome, I’d say, of one strain of men’s conscious dance attire. The other strain involves button down… Continue reading
