Somewhere round halfway
Well… how did I get here?
On France and Stereotypes
Before my first trip to France, a colleague said that the easiest way to survive is by making it clear
One week in London (is never enough)
London. There’s just something about this city. I know many, especially those that live here, find it a loud, dirty,
AtWiMD, Part 2: Eastward
Home was a lovely mixture of cheap Mexican food, sushi, work, and friends. But 6 weeks was more than enough.
28,000 Miles in a Circle
In just over ten weeks, I traveled 28,000 miles in the air, and a few thousand more on the ground.
Singapore: On Which I Eat All the Foods, and Sweat All The Sweats
I live in what is effectively the desert. Single-digit humidity levels are common. Even when it’s over 100f/38c, it’s not
Australia III: On Koalas and Kangaroos
Because of my, shall we say, adventures in liquidity, in Melbourne, I was behind in my work by the time
One month in
I left for Australia one month ago. This is now the longest trip I’ve ever taken. Here’s a quick update
Australia II: The Melbourning
I will remember Melbourne as a booze-ablated miasma of bars and clubs, beer and goon, intense heat, and a motley
New Zealand – Mostly Hobbits
Though I wouldn’t have known it, arriving in Auckland was a mistake. The city, the hostel, none of it was
Australia (OK, just Sydney)
Sydney is a city of beaches, bars, and boats. Often, the course of a day takes advantage of all three.