A Dying Market
I walked past the old stone steps and suddenly stopped. Nothing stopped me physically, but I was stopped mentally. I turned and looked at the…
I walked past the old stone steps and suddenly stopped. Nothing stopped me physically, but I was stopped mentally. I turned and looked at the…
Last week I wrote about how brave kids can be when it comes to travel; somehow when we grow up we grow scared. This got…
Father’s Day was last Sunday; what better time to reflect upon my recent travels with my father? Last October I traveled to Nepal to hike…
Tiger Balm Tales Vol. 22 Best and the Worst of the Annapurna Circuit Near the end of hiking the circuit, my father and I reminisced…
Tiger Balm Tales Vol. 20 Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round The clutch and part of the transmission area lying on the ground…
Tiger Balm Tales vol. 19 Coming Down to Reality Down Dooby Doo Down Down, Comma commaDown Dooby Doo Down Down, Comma commaDown Dooby Doo Down…
Tiger Balm Tales Vol 18 Going Up…AGAIN We had been on the trail now for 18 days. We no longer had that rookie look in…
Tiger Balm Tales Vol. 17 Danger! Curves Ahead How do you define a road? It’s all relative – right? I had long ago left behind…
Tiger Balm Tales Vol 16 Carbo Loading Whoever said carbs aren’t good for you never hiked in Nepal. When hiking for 2 weeks, carbs become…
Tiger Balm Tales Vol. 15 A River Runs Thru It The sign read Welcome to Marpha! Delightful Apple Capital of Nepal. I wondered if Johnny…