In the fall of 2016 we went to Austria for a conference, and took the opportunity to travel across the country by train, on the way (in a way) tripping into an alternate reality of our own. It’s been almost two years and half a dozen dive trips in between, and as an interlude before the next batch of Bonaire posts, we figured it’s about time to finish those photos…Read More
“Valpo” is a bit of a mess. But it’s a lovely mess. Garbled plazas masquerade as junctions, from which one-way roads, unpaved paths, and pedestrian stairs sprawl in organically chaotic ways. They elude directions, defy gravity, and lead the bewildered tourist on a trippy ramble up and down an Escheresque universe of colorful hills.
Today is Christmas, and just about everything is closed. It doesn’t matter. We’re here to admire the street art.Read More
From here, it was back-to-back flights home, the first leg of which involved an overnight layover in Paris. It's been a while since my last sleepwalking (after a hefty dose of Benadryl, at the height of allergy season) tour here... I'd forgotten how much history and grandeur are written into the layout of every city block, and was surprised by how nice and understanding the drivers were towards the masses of tourists.Read More
We’ve arrived in Hanoi. It’s inhumanely hot, humid, and oh god the traffic. The traffic! Scooters, pedestrians, cars, somehow they just weave in and out, traffic lights be damned, all part of an organic but incomprehensible flow. Our role in it is much like a spoon thrown into the blender, probably as upsetting to the motorists as they are terrifying to us.Read More
We take the cable car back down and finally push our way into the glitzy world of high density, freewheeling consumption. As we wade wide-eyed through the multitudes, possibly in circles because we’ve walked by the Innis Free shop at least six times, we start to forget what exactly we’ve come here to buy. In one beauty products store someone’s boyfriend is alone in a corner and passed out, his head sunken deep into a mound of shopping bags…Read More