A Solo Trip Through Vietnam

A Solo Trip Through Vietnam

A $10 sleeper bus took me halfway up the coast to Nha Trang, in the middle part of the country. I boarded the strangest looking bus I’ve ever been on with three rows and two levels of plastic reclined sleeper pods on board. My pod neighbor to my right was a Dutch video producer. A … Continue reading

Ocean Problems vs People Problems

Ocean Problems vs People Problems

Ocean problems. Tidal waves are ocean problems. Diseases amongst species of fish are ocean problems. The battle over reef territory. Scrounging for food. Desperate attempts at survival against predators are ocean problems. Cyclones. Ocean problems. Global warming? Climate change? The Pacific garbage patch? (actually several patches). Nuclear radiation affecting poisoning fish populations? Shark finning? Overfishing? … Continue reading

South African Tales

South African Tales

There is something in South Africa very different from Europe or the Americas. Perhaps it’s discovering ones courage or something similar. The sparkle of the South African diamond has won over many a heart in an engagement ring. The vineyards outside Cape Town have crossed many a wine glass abroad. The surf town of Durban … Continue reading

A Photo Journey Through Thailand

A Photo Journey Through Thailand

The tiger slept peacefully amongst the people coming and going. We were led by hand by a guide at the centre and told to follow their instructions very carefully. Petting a tiger is like a metaphor for conquering one’s fear, or taming the wild. Or, at least it seemed that way while waiting in line … Continue reading

Moroccan Mint Tea, Cobras And Cooked Brains

Moroccan Mint Tea, Cobras And Cooked Brains

Cobras. In the main square. Snake charmers would play sleepy melodies to them. My first time seeing cobras with snake charmers, I had my eyes glued to the snakes and veered an extremely wide berth past them, plotting my mad dash at the slightest view of a slither my way. Jesus Christ. It’s not every … Continue reading