Uncommon travel

Jodhpur to Jaipur -- A Wild Kind of Grace

It’s full tilt tumult out here in Jodhpur's Old City, a shock of human, animal and machinery tangled together in what looks like a...

Escorted Out of Paradise

My legs are the gears on my fifty dollar bicycle, the pedals squeak plaintively with every revolution. On my right there must be the...

Oops, There went the Scenery

The ground roars and trembles, tipping the surging crowd down the narrow escalators. The train to Guangzhou rumbles into Hong Kong...

Water with a Dash of Whisky

This is not about the whisky. It should be, Oban is all about the whisky, but this is not. This is about water, sadly unsullied by the...

Just One Glass

We tumble into room 2817 at the Intercontinental Foshan with dreams of room service and maybe even a bit of TV. We flop on the bed all...

Cowcross Coffee with a Smear of Blood

I am gazing into my soupy cappuccino at an assertive swirl of cinnamon. ‘I need a hero’ Bonnie Tyler agonizes, brassily invoking the...

Up in the Air

And what it does to you. Altitude. The first leg I am between two grumpy men, a sort of filling in a belligerent sandwich. He on the...

The Avenue that Loves People

I seldom venture from the posh Parklane Hotel here in Dongguan. It’s grand enough to take it personally. The surrounding avenues and...

Taking the Massage Bus to Malacca

We’re leaving Singapore this morning. Taking a bus into Malacca, Malaysia, taking a coach rather. Taking a luxury massage coach to be...

Mom Overboard. Almost.

Russell is a tiny, impossibly picturesque little place in the Bay of Islands, just north of Auckland, New Zealand. My mom is tiny too,...

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travel blog that isn't. Where to go? What to do? None of that here, I'm afraid. No matter where I go there's only life, baldly unapologetic -- won't sit down when it's supposed to and won't perform when we've been rehearsing for days.

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LOST AND FOUND

"We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time."

T.S. Eliot