Dare I say this? British colonials had an almost Germanic consistency: take over, build a military-industrial complex, then administer it from the cool comfort of…
To dine on the island of Penang, we must cross Malaysia from east to west. As the house crow flies, that’s 150 miles. As the…
It’s a fantasy that must be imbued on the psyche of every Thai: to ride a horse upon the sand, as the waves lap gently…
Darjeeling is a whole different India. How is it different? How different is it? Here are some of our observations: It is cooler. Much cooler….
India is bursting with visual stimulus. Bright ads on every building: red ads for Coke, yellow and blue ads for cement, a confusing collage of…
What happens when you put a horseman on the back of a camel? He gets to thinking about livestock. Sparse thoughts. Comparative thoughts. Saddles. If…
My father was an art critic. (He was a man of many talents. Ranching was his vocation and joy, but hardly his sole interest or…
Ships stop in Palermo. That’s why horse-drawn carriages still roam the streets. The morning we got off the ferry, dozens of one-horse buggies–called mateos–were lined up…
Finches. Horses. Donkeys. Cats. Storks. Chickens. Sheep. Lambs. Beasts have their place in the bustle of Marrakech. Clopping, padding, and flitting through the streets. If…
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