I type this from the Pachamama hostel in Managua, Nicaragua, housed in a former safe house that the Sandinista regime occupied … Continue reading Two Days on the Little Red Dot
Fifty years ago in 1967 my father was just a child, the youngest of four. He, his parents, and his … Continue reading Vietnam: Hammer, Sickle, and Starbucks
Current ongoings have me in the mood to write about something rather solemn. As a fellow reader of things, I … Continue reading Shadows of the Khmer Rouge
There is something profoundly comforting about arriving in a foreign country and seeing someone holding a sign with your name … Continue reading Wat’s up Cambodia?
During my long transit to Bangkok, I rewatched a documentary film that I first saw some 7 years ago, “Religulous”. The … Continue reading Faith & Peace in the Venice of the East
Bangkok has long captivated writers because of its unique society and exotic allure. One hundred years ago in Joseph Conrad’s … Continue reading The Winds of Change in Thailand
The Turkish flag is a common sight along the winding streets of Istanbul. Featuring a star and a crescent moon overlaying … Continue reading A Star and the Crescent Moon in a Sea of Red