Independence Day in Delhi was celebrated with kites, cakes, and sandbag gun emplacements.  While the cakes were decent, I wanted the hell out.… Read More

‘What’s the cheapest room you have?’

‘Well…we have some rooms in the back that are mostly used by Afganhi war refugees, but you probably wouldn’t wan…’

‘I’ll take it.’… Read More

T-H-I-R-U-V-A-N-A-N-T-H……

Sir?
Sir?
What do I do when I’ve run out of boxes?
No, boxes. For letters. On this form you gave me.
I have no more boxes, and still like half the…nevermind.
I’ll just say I’m going to Trivandrum.… Read More

The road is a blur.

Mountains, rivers, and endless jade-green rice paddies whip by at 70 clicks an hour. Pause to slowly work your way through a herd of water buffalo and then punch it.… Read More

Three months in and the strangeness of Asia has not gotten to me in the way I had figured.  Sure, they call limes lemons, eat dog, and drink beer with ice, but at the end of the day that’s not enough to trigger the homesickness I had prepared for.… Read More