Once in China, I saw a Tibetan sky burial. It took less than ten minutes for the birds to eat him. The feathered scrum writhed as more and more vultures shuffled over the
Once in Venezuela, I made a scene while buying alcohol. It was a Friday afternoon; the last chance for Venezuelans to stock up before elections. With a long weekend of
Once in Western Sahara I met a mother who had been sold out by the United Nations. “No one will give us our freedom- we must take it,” Ms Embarka Elmehdi Said told me.
Once in Mongolia, a taxi driver tried to rip me off. We agreed on a price before I even got in. But, a few minutes down the road I saw the meter was out of control. “Wow,
Once in Morocco, I got into a dung fight with my host sisters. I was staying with a nomad family on the Touflite Plains, near Guelmim. They were poor, but welcoming. The boys
Once in Adelaide, Australia, a rather strange man tried to enter a site I was guarding. Jittery, and clearly frustrated, he explained that he wanted to cut through the
Once in Peru, I met a backpacker who told me a why buying cocaine in South America can be a bad idea. For the sake of the story, we’ll call him Craig. So, Craig was
Once in Japan, a friend of mine burst into my hotel room late at night. He was frantically searching for something. He surveyed the bed, poured over my desk and rummaged
This has got to be the most beautiful fully functioning post office in the world. The outside is a little chunky, but inside is where the Neo-Moorish intricacies really get
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