Sat underneath a fish market table in Chiang Khong as the sun rose over the Mekong, an ancient weathered Thai man dressed all in white began his early Thai-Chi routine with such grace and peace that one could almost have forgotten the dramatic, and relatively scary, events of the night that led into such a(…)
I was standing outside feeling uncharacteristically nervous about pulling aside the eatery curtain and entering the world of locals drinking tea and getting their daily dose of gossip. An elderly woman from the hills, seemingly dressed for the onslaught of a Himalayan winter (I was in jeans and a t-shirt) in her full fur outfit(…)
Sitting on the top deck of a dodgy old tour boat in Lan Ha bay, swigging on an ice-cold Bia Hanoi, and lapping up the stunning limestone scenery in the hot, clear sunshine—a member of our group interjects on my utopian moment with the comment: “You don’t see many, if any, men backpacking with their(…)
In the remote hills of Mahango in South Western Uganda mornings are ushered in by valley mist being chased up steep hillsides by the first smoke of villagers’ cooking fires. Children hop, skip and jump down steep slopes to collect the day’s water from local springs, and wizened Mummas begin the daily tasks of pounding(…)
