Doris had an odd way of reassuring me that the surf at Lakey Peak, Sumbawa was safe for a beginner at surfing. Almost as odd as a young Javanese surfer with a discernible Australian accent who calls himself Doris. "Wait until
Iceland’s dreamscape of boundless vistas, mist shrouded pools of geothermal heat and ethereal wisps of dancing lights in the night sky reveals its otherworldly mysteries to intrepid travellers, rewarding them with a renewal of wonder and awe. Its craggy mountains,
It stands there like a zit, ruptured by the clawing hands of an anxious teenager. Its contents expelled, it stands prominently, still. Tinged an inflamed ferrous red at the opening of the crater, a deep raking wound runs down its North Eastern face.
Indonesian food isn't all that strange isn't it? Perhaps it's just chillies that sets it apart from other kinds of food, isn't it? A littoral state, covering a large swath of sea, studded by 17,300 islands, 18,300 by other counts, the
Cicadas chirp in unison, in a pulse that resonates within the the walls of my skull in a slow, mind numbing drone. The air is thick with moisture and it accumulates on the beads of perspiration around our upper lips, along
What really do a pair of 36 year olds and a 25 year old have in common? Aside from being supposed to conform to some misguided vision of fatherhood and corporate rat, plenty, it seems. The chasm of age and culture narrows after
The narrow frosted glass doorway that separates the airport from the outside cloaks the mysteries of Lombok behind a black velvet veil of night. A few steps forward and we emerge into a different world. Armed security keeps baggage and
So, this is it. We are standing at the precipice of yesterday and tomorrow, staring out into the horizon. I wonder what each of us sees in the glare of the sunlight. Not that it would change how I feel.