Liminal Space in the Desert

Liminal Space in the Desert

Liminal Space in the Desert A convoy of four-by-fours sped out across the dusty plain of packed sand, a highway coursing between undulating dunes, and kicking up fine particles of orange dust as they slalomed around the few trees that were sufficiently robust to...
Driving Oman

Driving Oman

Driving Oman Highway 17 breaks off from Sultan Qaboos St, also known as highway 1 that runs the length of the city of Muscat from west to east, and heads due south into the desert and around jagged rolling piles of mountainous desert rubble. The highways are wide and...
Durbar

Durbar

Durbar I think of myself as average height but I was a good six inches taller than everyone else on my flight from Muscat to Kathmandu. As we packed ourselves into the bus that would take us from the gate to the plane I could see the tops of so many heads – all of...
The Dandelion Has My Smile

The Dandelion Has My Smile

The Dandelion Has My Smile I arrived in Lumbini with a copy of Thich Nhat Anh’s, Peace is Every Step, an open heart, an open mind, and an inspired reverence for Buddhism. Stumbling off the bus from Bhairahawa at the Lumbini Bazar in the early evening, I trudged...
The Street, the Bus, and the Mountain

The Street, the Bus, and the Mountain

The Street, the Bus, and the Mountain There is something about bumpy roads, drastic fluctuations in altitude, and an all curry diet that combine to make every trip by bus in Nepal a real adventure. Over the course of my three-week visit, I took buses to get just about...