I woke up on my birthday in Harare, Zimbabwe. A quick run, breakfast, and the taxi was ready to take me out to a safari day camp about 40km from the city. We got stopped twice by cops – I think a face like mine looks like “MONEY” as they see us pass,...
Dad came to DC in September for a reunion of sailors from the U.S.S. Hornet. Dad’s in the upper right corner, the classy looking one. I heard stories… these guys have lived a lot. I never knew Dad was an electrician working on the gyroscope of the ship....
I love, love, love Buenos Aires, with the food and the wine and the people and their outrageous accents, like characters in a Fellini film. Here I’m sitting at a beautifully laid table, awaiting the pouring of the vino. And there it is! Wine has left the bottle....
Fantastic fresh foods everywhere we went, for so little money – this was what I found all over Cambodia. Bright red peppers spicing up veggies, cooked so lightly it was eating vegetables the way God intended. Lemongrass and greens flash cooked in oil and added...
I contacted a friend-of-a-friend who lives there as soon as I arrived, and she signed me up for a bike ride with a bunch of expats. We pedaled out of the downtown Phnom Penh area past traffic that is charitably described as terrifyingly chaotic. Motorbikes are the...
The sun beats down here – if you’re in the shade, it’s muggy but it’s fine. But the sun is so freakin’ hot. Motorbikes rule this city. Cars drive slowly because they’re automatically at fault if a rider gets hurt. At stoplights the...
