The road as it comes. Continue reading WHERE I’VE BEEN
A basketball game in a car park in Mongolia. A conversation about inconvenient, public bowel movements in Morocco. A game of odds while waiting to get into a club in a cave in Cuba.
All these moments above have one thing in common…
It’s not what you expect. Continue reading How Many F#ck’s Will You Give?
There are places though, that don’t belong to a universal desire or whim. The places that call only to you; a whisper in the wind that flies across oceans and lands for no other reason than a niggling need to see it; the place that you didn’t know you were waiting for. Continue reading The Call of the Wild
From the stoop of my ger, I am all but a slave to the surrounds of the Mongolian Steppe. Continue reading Mongolia; Scenes from the Steppe
One woman’s truth about what really lies upon the wall.. Continue reading The Great Wall of Quads.
If Beijing and Ulaanbatar were people, then Beijing is a cheery teen in daisy dukes and a slogan t-shirt proclaiming something peppy and positive like; “YAY! It’s summer! (An actual slogan I saw on the subway). Ulaanbatar, on the other hand, is a beaming tank of a guy in a snapback and black puffer jacket, who looks as though he could just as easily squish … Continue reading Brief Beijing and My First Moments in Mongolia
I think you ought to know the truth.. India does something that nowhere else does. Continue reading Why YOU Should Go to India