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Pink flamingos in Kenya

Lake Nakuru flamingos

We stood there for long minutes on the edge of the lake, thousands of pink flamingos forming a dreamlike picture in front of us, and we breathed in the sweet smell of rain on a warm African afternoon.

Impressions of Cambodia

Buddhist monks in Cambodia

“Cambodians have three rules for life,” she said. “Eat well, grow up, and take care of family.”

Poetry of travel: Balinese rice terraces

bali rice terraces

The rice terraces form long emerald staircases as they tumble down glittering green hillsides.

Poetry of travel: Jacaranda flowers in Uruguay

jacaranda flowers

Blooming purple jacaranda flowers weave a labyrinth of wonder. Their sight and scent seeps into every moment of a day spent wandering through a picturesque town by the water.

Athenians, buses and automobiles

Acropolis in Athens

The landscape of greater Athens may have been somewhat drab but no one could accuse the Greek drivers of being anything but colorful.

Poetry of travel: Snow and sunshine in the Alps

Gornergrat railway Zermatt

A trip that began in springtime ends amidst a wintery panorama of Alpine peaks. We disembark and stagger into a world that is entirely, mesmerizingly white.

“We don’t eat people, we’re vegetarians!”

Blue Mosque in Istanbul

“It was just a few days later in Istanbul that we heard one of the funniest lines ever from a man who was trying to entice us into his store. We initially walked past him, pretending not to hear his plea. But then we couldn’t help but laugh.”

Impressions of Calcutta

Calcutta traffic

It was all part of the Indian paradox. Every impression had two sides. There was uplifting spirituality and abject poverty, technological know-how and confounding disorder, vivid beauty and dreadful filth, and all of it was blended together in a staggering mass of humanity.

Life as a Buddhist monk in Thailand

Buddhist monk Thailand

It was in Chang Mai that we had one of our more memorable travel experiences during a morning chat with a Buddhist monk.

Turkish baths and backflipping pigeons

Turkish bath

“A Turkish man whom we just met drove us 20 minutes to a tiny village and left us here. I jumped in a pool of ice water. I laid down on a stone table that was so hot it nearly cooked me. And now I’m having my skin scrubbed off by a guy who is dressed a blue loin cloth. The things we do for travel experiences.”

Poetry of travel: Dawn in Kenya

Kenya landscape

I stand outside at daybreak as a frosty breeze dances through the Masai Mara National Reserve. Steam rises from my mug and slowly melts away into a misty violet-colored dawn.

Poetry of travel: High above the Himalayas

Himalayan mountains from the air

The heavens are colored a passionate blue and the earth below is draped in a jagged blanket of white. All sense of time has melted away as we glide in a dream world through shimmering skies above snow-capped peaks.

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