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 Volume 22 Near the end of hiking the circuit, my father and I reminisced about some of our best and worst experiences…
Tiger Balm Tales Volume 20 The clutch and part of the transmission area are lying on the ground next to the bus. I hear the…
Tiger Balm Tales Volume 19 Down Dooby Doo Down Down, Comma commaDown Dooby Doo Down Down, Comma commaDown Dooby Doo Down DownLeaving Annapurna is Haaarrrrdddd…….
Tiger Balm Tales Volume 18 We had been on the trail now for 18 days. We no longer had that rookie look in our eyes….
Tiger Balm Tales Volume 17 How do you define a road? It’s all relative – right? I had long ago left behind my vision of…
Tiger Balm Tales Volume 16 Whoever said carbs aren’t good for you never hiked in Nepal. When hiking for 2 weeks, carbs become your ally….
Tiger Balm Tales Volume 15 The sign read Welcome to Marpha! Delightful Apple Capital of Nepal. I wondered if Johnny Appleseed was the mayor of…