It's not like I wasn't apprehensive about riding an elephant--they're big and high off the ground. And a story our guide told us as we drove out of the city limits of Jaipur and up and mountain made me a little--oh, I don't know--queasy? Here's the story: In the past, tourists were allowed to . . .
The Indian people we have encountered along this journey are some of the happiest, sweetest, nicest I’ve met in my travels, always smiling and wanting to help you. The children, especially, seem always happy—especially those I saw who were dirty, dressed in rags and living in a hovel on the street. . . .
We visited the hanging gardens in Mumbai, expecting something like a “wonder of the world.” Naah. Not much to see. Then, our special Mumbai guide, a beautiful woman of a certain age, began to tell us about her religion, Zoroastrianism, and of the tower that stood beyond the trees. She said there are . . .
We’re told that most middle class people have washers and dryers in their homes, but choose to send their laundry out, because it’s so inexpensive and takes only one week. Where do they send it? To this massive outdoor washeteria, staffed by 8,000 men. That’s right. 8,000. And only men, we're . . .
Not too long ago I had an online dialogue with a friend about the benefits of traveling light. That is, going through life without luggage--both figuratively and literally. He--Carey Giudici-- had such a great take on it that I asked if he'd write a guest post. Carey's an unusual guy--I met him on . . .
Photo Credit Some thoughts after watching armed guards search our car for bombs. I started traveling outside North America at the relatively advanced age of 40 with a business trip to Singapore and Hong Kong, which I took entirely alone and graduated quickly to London, Italy, The Netherlands, . . .
Anticipation is half the pleasure of travel. The planning and then each step of the journey. I love anticipation. My excitement always begins with signs that our destination is just around the corner, and this time it was at Frankfurt airport, when I saw the flight notice. Then, later, the . . .
Photo credit and news story Day 1: Landed Mumbai at 1:30am Friday, Nov. 8, 2013. We are 13.5 hours ahead of Pacific time. It’s not like I wasn’t expecting it, but still, seeing the shantytown slums just outside the Mumbai airport was an assault to all my senses, even in the middle of the night. . . .
There was a day when writers kept beautiful, leather-bound and corded travel journals. Even the act of opening them seemed imbued with the exotic. I can't say that my MacBook Air is as romantic, but it's definitely faster and with airline weight limits, I can't take both. We are off to India . . .
It seems like I went through life without a care in the world until my mother died in 1999, and when she did, her neuroses left her body and entered mine with a great big whooosh! Yes, that's right. She was a big worrier and then, overnight, I became a big worrier. Like anyone who's been raised . . .