Category Archives: Southeast Asia

I want to thank the late Jerry McCampbell, my high school physics teacher, who taught me about the theory of relativity during my junior year.  I always feel somewhat bad, because I love to bastardize the concept of relativity, applying … Continue reading →

There are places we dream of though we’re not sure they exist: candle lit homes, well taken care of land, indigenous organic farming that supports local food movements, consciousness about earth and water and air, quiet conversations under full moons … Continue reading →

I pride myself on my adventurous spirit, my willingness to try new things, my arrogant belief that I possess the ability to detach from creature comforts.  Heck, I once went on a three week backpack and only bathed in the … Continue reading →

A Note to Readers: Not writing in nearly a week has caused some distress.  We have been on the move and in relatively remote areas, providing relaxation, a lovely change of pace, and a different mode of travel.  The distress … Continue reading →

So I can write about runaway bus rides and free wheelin’ moto drives and the beauty of a quiet morning and plates overflowing with food and taste. But is this the true depth of travel, or just the romanticized adventure? … Continue reading →

And I remembered my “motion sickness wrist bands” secured two inches from the palm of my hands.  I packed salty snacks and a bit of water, but just enough to keep my palette wet and not enough to make me … Continue reading →

It’s not hot yet, but it’s getting there. 5 am brings a calmness to the otherwise bustling world.  People are awake, the sun begins to rise, but life is not yet in full swing.  It’s meditative, it’s peaceful, it’s a … Continue reading →

Often times I find it difficult to describe those places and events and experiences that have the most profound affect on me and my travels. Last week’s visit to Halong Bay was a place of natural beauty that caused a … Continue reading →

The key word here, “ride.”  I certainly did not learn to drive a moto, but with all the buzzing hornets and my waxing poetics about their constant zipping and cruising around the streets here, Lindsay and I finally said, “why … Continue reading →