I–like everyone else–thought the world would be spinning by now, but no. We are right back where we started, well sort of.
Last week, I returned from Asia to Grand Rapids, Michigan, where I began an self imposed Corona-tine. I binged watched Tiger King and episodes of Narcos with my nephew, a Fulbright scholar who was studying in Brazil when all hell broke loose. His govt funded program got hit with the virus, too. Since I was doing that, I didn’t […]
Never go to an airport on the day they are closing international borders.
There’s only one thing more disgusting than having nothing to sell at the market than rodents. That’s being the tourist who wants to take a picture. Me.
This is the picture you see on tourist websites for the golden Buddha in the Tham Phu Kham Cave in Vang Vieng, Laos. What they don’t show you is the black hole behind it, the one that I fell into, in spite of the flash light strapped around my head.