Tokyo — It was an empathy test of sorts.1 See, a few hours before, I had gotten really sick on an overnight bus from Osaka.2Reeeaaaally sick. Sick enough to warrant an unplanned stop, several embarrassed bows from me, and our bus conductor pulling out his phone with Google Translate. We have break now. You need help? it said. (Aww.) I nodded and managed to hobble off the bus before sprinting in the snow...
Jamaica — I’d been gone for a month. One month and six days. Ten (!) flights. Three continents. Seven countries. … with one carry-on luggage (to rule them all!) One carry-on that felt like a magician’s hat...
Pasig — We stared at each other, our expressions blank. My pen was moving. Yet it, too, was shooting blanks. There was a poem whispering somewhere, knocking on my mind. But Sleep and Rumination had the louder...
Idaho falls — Stuff always goes wonky…planes are delayed, luggage is lost, tires are punctured, tummies get sick, vehicles break down, rain pours for days, poison ivy itches, the fish don’t bite, the campsite flo...
Over the years, I've questioned exactly why I continue to feel the need to travel. That perfect trip advertised in travel brochures and on adventure Instagram feeds? It doesn't exist...
We used to eat hikes like this for breakfast.
The visit of 2 AM, and a page barely touched
In my dream I went to Nepal and did some spelunking.
Lost again.
Hipster hobo mode
And here I thought taking the bus meant roughing it.
I guess this adventure needs one more day.