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just not feeling particularly talkative at the moment.

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i don't have much left in a material way, but i'm giving it away. it's the second phase of the "great divesting" of 2007. while it was incredibly freeing to get rid of nearly all of my possessions, i've noticed lately that i've become more and more attached than i'd like to be to the few remaining things i've got left - like, oh i don't know - say my computer and my cash. ok, i'm not giving

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the good: i get to wear my favorite amazing bosnia second-hand shop furry winter coat note how the "fur" and my hair are pretty much the exact same color and texture the bad-ish: i get to wear a kleenex wrapped around and shoved up my nose alot. a lot.

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sure, it was offal but man, was it was good. slow cooked in a big pot suspended over a fire all day while everyone stood around in the freezing cold drinking domaće vino and rakija. i could not get enough. apparently my slow transition to in-your-face carnivore is complete. offal stew. from freshly slaughtered pig. but first, we had other bits of pig (i mean, really, if you're going to

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if you don't speak serbian z's bro you don't have to listen... dude, am i shrinking? am i really that small? z's mom, me and z's aunt, who i am supposed to refer to as my aunt since i've been around - albeit on and off - enough to officially be considered family. so i've got that going for me... which is nice...

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don't know why they call it that, but that's what they call it. i call it a little traveling carnival. whatever the name, there's been one set up a block from my place for the last week. z took his daughter and a gang o' 12 year old girls there last night while i enjoyed a little peace and quiet alone. ah the luxury of a hot bath...

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z's mom stripping down to her undies, getting on the floor and doing (well, at least trying trying to do) yoga with me. and yet i did see it.

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... not so long ago i was in a different place every few weeks or days. it's weird to be in one place for so long. weirder still when the one place i've been for so long happens to be the same city in which z's family lives. got a phone call this morning. it was z's mom. "either you come here for lunch or i'm coming there and making lunch for you." (though that was all said in serbian)

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it's cold and grey and wintery (ok, technically autumn-y) and slow. i did some stuff. slowly. first some yoga. then i hand-washed the 2 pair of "new very good" (that's what it said on the label) wool socks that z's mom gave us and put them on the radiator to dry. then i washed my hair. this is how much came out. it's pretty much how much comes out every time i wash my hair and yet i

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i'm just saying.

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i woke up this morning and autumn had arrived. the air was different.  crisp. and when i looked out my window, everything was brown and orange. how does that happen overnight?

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i like it.

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we're back in pakoštane croatia, this time with a kid in tow. željko's kid, tea teodora. it's her first time in the ocean. i was so busy encouraging her to trust that she could float in the salt water that i neglected to mention that it burns if you happen to inhale some and makes you nauseous if you happen to swallow some whilst floundering around because you haven't yet learned how to swim.

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i mean this cat. this one, right here in this picture. not kidding. she hitchhiked about 1,000 miles (seriously, about one thousand miles) to our place and she, along with her traveling companion, couchsurfed with us for a few days. that was back in july when, shortly after arriving back in banja luka, z and i kicked off a little couchsurfing hosting extravaganza that nearly rivaled our

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we went from here to here but life is change.  and change is good.  right?   helps keep us awake. speaking of being kept awake, i am; however, having a bit of challenge with the nightly loud drunken moron fest that assembles on the benches outside my bedroom window around 9pm and goes on until, oh... say 3am.  but, on the brighter side, it certainly has helped me appreciate silence a bit

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they usually follow the same-ish flow. after a quiet day of floating around in the adriatic and gazing into the distance at our most recent favorite cove, we take one last swim and then begin the walk home. the remains of the day: early evening on the adriatic about halfway there, we stop at the home of a local family that produces domestic fruit, vegetables, cheese, prosciutto, vino and

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i'm doing it from my one of my newer almost-private beach coves but when my almost-private cove gets a little too not almost-private then we head for the naked beach

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above the adriatic and the islands, there's this. oh the hours that can be spent...

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rediscovered. rediscovered and faithfully practiced for hours on end, day after day, by me. -

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my teeny camera does not do the spectacular colors justice. at all.

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just as i was considering lamenting the fact that we had run out of prosciutto for our nightly sit-and-gaze-at-the-sea-and-marvel-at-our-good-fortune ritual, our landlord shouted up the stairs that there were some fresh mussels on the way up.  a couple of minutes later, delivered to our door, delivered to our door, no less!, was a litter of homemade wine, a platter of homemade prosciutto and

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i have the best life in the world. the sea, the view, the dusk, the domaće vino and pršut, bread, olive oil, balsamic, pecorino, z, and the music...  no words.  just happy. Morning Teleportation "Expanding Anyway" Big Star "I'm in Love With a Girl" Joan Armatrading "Down to Zero" Paolo Nutini "Growing Up Beside You" Paolo Nutini cover of MGMT's "Time to Pretend" US3 "Cantaloop"

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pršut. prosciutto. yummy yum yum yum. for quite some time now, dinnertime (and i mean every dinnertime) at my place has consisted of pršut, istrian sheep milk cheese, domaće vino, bread, olives, and occasionally apples or dried figs, slowly savored over the course of an hour or three while sitting on my balcony overlooking the adriatic sea at dusk. ok, yes, i know that dusk does not last an

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it's hard to close my eyes when they are filled with this.

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this building and this painted sign pointing to the konoba pakoštanac stone walls, olive trees (except maybe a tiny bit less love for the allergy part of olive trees) and purple flowers, the name of which i do not know. this view of the 20-shades-of-amazing-clear-blue adriatic sea and a smattering of its over 1,000 islands from my secret beach with just enough sand for 2

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croatia's biggest supermarket makes no attempt to sugarcoat it. consume. check out john carpenter's "they live" sometime. yeah, you gotta overlook the cheese and fight the urge to turn it off after the first 10 minutes. but it's worth it.

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too busy enjoying the moment to capture video, but i did catch a photo and a little bit of song and threw in a couple photos of pirovac and surrounds to boot before we head back to pakoštane from our day trip to pirovac, we stop for a little pršut and vino at the nono konoba. z is telling me about the chairs. simple unfinished handmade wooden chairs just like the ones from his youth when

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today we took the ferry over to vrgada. vrgada is a small island (an area of just over 2 miles) off the dalmation croatian coast. it's been inhabited for 5,000 years, and like the rest of the dalmation coast, it was once under the rule of the roman empire. at the moment, it's inhabited by about 250 people. vrgada has a small semi-intact village center of stone buildings and narrow stone

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so what happened to pakoštane? war and greed. and good old fashioned "progress". it seems that after the war, croatian citizens whose homes had been destroyed elsewhere (not to mention the croatians displaced from their ancestral homes in bosnia) came here seeking property as restitution from the government. trading up in a way. of course, many of those homes just happened to be built

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we decided on pakoštane, because z used to spend his summers painting on the coast before the war and he remembered it as a little fishing village with beautiful old stone houses. it’s a bit different now. in less than 20 years the beautiful old buildings that once gave this town, like most other towns dotting the croatian coast, such incredible character have fallen into disrepair. given

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z and I hot-footed (hot-bused?) it out of drvar, bosnia to the seaside town of pakoštane, pack-o-shtan-ee), croatia today. suddenly everything is right in the world again. there is sun, glorious sun. thank you, sun, for your distinct lack of all things musty and damp. and adriatic sea, thank you for expressing your wetness in the form of sea and not rain. and thank you croatian coast for your

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st. george slaying ye ole' dragon. z painted this copy of an an old orthodox icon. it started with the relentless gray. and the cold. and the rain that wouldn't stop. then the incredibly loud droning of some kind of motor (where? in the walls? how? from where? it's everywhere!) that infliltrated the drvar apartment for a day and a night and most of the next day. and the return of the

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it has been cold and gray and rainy for what seems like, i'm pretty sure, forever, and i am coming down hard off the high of more than one year – winter in india and southeast asia, followed by the nearly perennial summer in california – of warm and sunny days. with my return to bosnia, the return of cold. freaking cold and never-ending gray. and rain. let me say here that i am not good at

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the old downtown (downvillage?) drvar has been left to slowly tumble down, and a new downtown built. sad that such beautiful buildings are being lost. and let’s not even talk about the new “architecture” with which they’ve been replaced. the old bus station the old hospital the old school

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this cute little caffe bar is in downtown drvar, bosnia.  (did i mention that "downtown" drvar is one street, a little under a mile long?) it's for sale. (not downtown drvar. the bar.) the caffe bar is teeny inside, wood-paneled, heated by an old wood stove, and has a teeny ktichen that doesn't see much action since the drvar locals (most of whom are unemployed) don't see the value in paying

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but you should see the size of my water heater... a hot bath. sigh.  in the words of maxwell smart, "i was this close."

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can you make me another mint tea?  if you want it, you gotta be able to ask in serbian. that's the rule here. my rule. my self-imposed rule. when i returned to bosnia earlier in the month, i was actually pretty pleased with how much serbian i understood. what i was not pleased with was how little i could actually speak. oh sure, i had all the essentials down, like ti nisi dobar sa glavom

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wildflowers and leaves pressed against eggs with tightly wrapped netting and then boiled with onion skins and no, i did not make them.  are you kidding?  they were on the tables at the caffe bar downstairs from my apartment.

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the building in which i'm living at the moment having been graciously offered, gratis, the use of a furnished apartment in drvar, bosnia, it appears that i'll be spending a bit of time here. drvar has an interesting history, of which you can learn a bit about here in a wikipedia article that i expanded rather significantly, cobbling together - while attempting to translate from the mostly

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dear john, by the time you get this, i'll be long gone. it's not you.  it's me. the road is calling and i have answered. regards, me

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mr. figueroa is the first in the increasingly long line of humans around me who have been leaving their physical bodies behind over the past few months whose life wasn't cut short.  he was 98 1/2 when he took off. i was lucky enough to visit with him just a couple of weeks ago. he was vibrant.  figgy's face beamed while he sat with us as jane and tom and rachelle talked about old times and old

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-11678955862279220472011-02-18T20:44:00.000-08:002011-04-30T07:19:03.795-07:00

my dad managed to turn 91 today. my brother gave him nuts for his birthday.

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and now brad. 52 years old. dead. really? seriously? 4 friends and family gone in 4 months all while i watch my dad wasting away in front of my eyes? this is how it's gonna go?

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this afternoon my brother's former wife, the mother of my nephew and three nieces, died suddenly of heart failure shortly after rescuing her granddaughter and family pets from a carbon monoxide leak in her home. this is an email she wrote that afternoon after returning to the house and immediately before her passing: "Hey folks,I want to do a little check in this afternoon--Gratitude. Grateful

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-65615218931582784332011-01-10T21:16:00.000-08:002011-08-29T00:51:27.907-07:00

- my dad's comment when mom and i were having a little "pre-need" (interesting funeral industry lingo for planning your funeral while you're still around) discussion.

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i can’t leave dad home alone.  i can’t even leave him alone in a room unless he’s sleeping.  chances are that if i do, he’ll make a break for it in the walker (granted, it's a very, very slooow break...)  sometimes he heads for the bathroom, sometimes to the kitchen to get a beer.  in his head, the beer on the table next to him is always empty.  in reality, it is always mostly full, except for

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dad's skin has become paper thin and it peels away every so easily and then there's the recurring skin cancers that have to be excised. funny, but after months and months of cleaning and bandaging the revolving door of dad's scrapes, rather than becoming desensitized to the sight of blood and flaps of peeled back skin, it seems that i'm actually becoming more sensitive.  now just visualizing

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i’ve been staying with my mom and dad on and off since i returned to the states for a visit. and now i find myself living alone with my dad since my mom’s been in the hospital.   dad sleeps into the late afternoon if left undisturbed.    i don’t leave him undisturbed.  he’s mostly bone, loose bones in a thin sack grinding, grinding together.  he’s so small now that when he falls, even i am

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my mom is a lightweight. she gets tipsy off of just a couple of sips of wine, so she rarely sips wine. get her after a big dose of general anesthesia is wearing off ... the phone rings shortly after midnight. mom? what are you doing calling so late? are you ok? well, there's a mystery. i thought you might be worried. what kind of mystery, mom? a mystery. a.... mystery. and you

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one gallbladder lighter, one stomach gingerly untwisted, and two patched up hernias later, my mom is feeling much better than she did when we hit the ER on the 26th.

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made it back to my parents' house at 6am after spending 5 hours in the emergency room with my mom. pounded down a couple hours of sleep before dragging my fat a-- out of bed, then dragging my dad's ever-increasingly bony a-- out of bed and into a fresh pair of depends and into his wheelchair just in time for our weekly visit from his bath attendant. ok, let's talk about upsides. well, there

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sigh. no more bbqs, beers and dreaming of green onions for us. we'll miss you.

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we'll miss you.

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we shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.               - t.s. eliot, from "little gidding" so i'm here. back where i started and, well, for me, not so much, really...

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i've spent too long away from home did all the things i could have done gone are the days of endless thrills i know i'm not the only one so long, i'm goin', goin' home... i saw the streets all ripe with jewels balconies and the laundry lines they tried to make me welcome there but their streets did not feel like mine so long, i'm goin', goin' home... i want the sun to hit my face through

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-78340208135451411172010-06-14T05:42:00.017-07:002011-04-30T07:35:33.780-07:00

i am three days into a raging fever that even my old standby advil cannot contain for long.  i cannot breathe.  my lungs are full and i cannot breathe.  i'm suffocating and i'm hot.  i'm so so hot. my dreams are vivid.  vivid and sweaty.  i dream of names that i am supposed to remember: someone hudson hodges - but forget.  i dream of a stroke.  a stroke or a tumor that makes my eyes

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i’ve been here for some time now with time to think, time to reflect, time to gather my thoughts, time to... and i’ve got nothing. nada. zip. zilch. i’m empty. i am devoid of content. sometimes there’s a break in the emptiness when something to the effect of this creeps in: “hmmm, this relentless emptiness, i mean, i wonder… is it a good thing or a bad thing? because maybe there’s something

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a little glimpse of my secret beach and what i do there all day

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where i sleep my window

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who lives in, on and around my shack. and steals my soap.

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living in a shack on a teeny malaysian island jungle behind me, beach in front. power only when they turn on a generator to pump wells. 5 foot long monitor lizards, smaller bright green lizards with tails and toes that taper off into something that looks like twigs, and vipers. poisonous vipers in my shack!

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z was a bit under the weather today so i headed off to the aquarium in the kuala lumpur convention center. first a little piranha feeding show then some swirly tubes o' fishies then a little stroll through the underwater tank rawrrr, i'm gonna get you! hello, look at me, i'm mr. smiley happy! some giant arapaima. really, they're giant but you can't tell here. a little giant grouper

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cities aren't my bag, man, but kuala lumpur's city center is pretty and green (they left big patches of jungly stuff everywhere), clean and safe. but this? i don't know what to say about this. needless to say, i never walk alone here...

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the splurge is on! we're spending a bit o' time in a fancy schmancy place in kuala lumpur's city center. just a bit of luxury after nepal and india... sleeping like a king dining like a king and then some.... the view from my balcony and the view from my balcony.  yep, those are the petronas towers in the center.  they were the tallest buildings in the world until 2004.

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i'm outty. and yeah, well, that song has got an entirely different meaning to me now... thank you silence thank you disillusionment thank you nothingness thank you....

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one night furless kitties cooked, but still slightly alive, and served on platters in brown gravy. i don't understand how this could have happened and i am sick in the pit of my stomach. another night drowning kitties, still slightly alive, the last bits of energy leaving causing their bodies to twitch in the water. it's too late to save them and i am sick in the pit of my stomach. and more

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-80739796148229755752010-04-25T04:02:00.006-07:002011-04-30T07:41:09.930-07:00

you see it everywhere, drying on the sides of roads, train tracks, and houses. balls of poop and dry hay. building material? fuel? yep, fuel. fuel they fire the ovens with to cook my favorite bread - nan. so that's what that special flavor is... check out the kid at the side of the photo. you want to know what that sickening sweet smell is along the railroad tracks? well, beside rotting food

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-67523448029518764692010-04-24T04:10:00.001-07:002011-04-30T07:41:29.940-07:00

reshma doesn't want us to go

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ok, this has got to be a highlight for me. words cannot describe. it starts with a huge dance party (mostly women) on the india side whilst the more sedate folk (mostly, if not all male) on the pakistan side look on, and then as the actualy ceremony begins, turns into a combo of michael jackson's "bad" video and john cleese's "silly walk" check it out:

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a long, long time ago when all of this was just beginning, a beautiful sikh man walked into a bar in new jersey and told me that if i made it to india i should visit the golden temple in amritsar. i just did. these photos are far better than anything could manage.

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-26097989624638621932010-04-23T02:38:00.004-07:002011-08-29T02:31:56.159-07:00

we made it up to amritsar in the indian state of punjab, and i gotta say it's been a huge relief. populated primarily by sikhs, it's a whole different world from the other states we've visited. this is the first place we've been where everyone smiles at us when we pass and not just because they're getting ready to ask for money or to try to sell us something at triple the actual value. they just

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travelling through southeast asia, nepal and now india, it seems that after some time your choices become limited. you can either be an a stupid tourist or an a**hole tourist. you know that they're scamming you and stealing from you but you don't want to call them on it at risk of furthering the "ugly american " stereotype. so you don't call them on it and then they think you are a stupid

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it's hot (did i mention we're in the middle of a heatwave here?) the power is out and i can't get any freaking internet access and i need to buy a train ticket - which you've got to do here days and days and days in advance if you want a chance at getting any kind of seating at all that has air-conditioning. travel agents like to try and charge you double the actual cost of the ticket so i head

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-44389107383526273842010-04-21T02:29:00.001-07:002011-04-30T07:51:04.954-07:00

it is at this late date in my travels that i would like to give a shout-out to a little something that we in the states like to call the p-trap. it's a simple little piece of plumbing installed on the exit route of your drains, sinks, toilets, etc., the function of which is to stop noxious fumes from the sewage system from coming back up into to your house. joni mitchell wasn't kidding when she

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-4207331125031872132010-04-20T01:48:00.010-07:002011-08-29T00:58:30.683-07:00

seriously. air-conditioned chair cars where the seats are like airplane seats but with more room or air-conditioned sleeper cars where you get a wide berth outfitted with linens, a pillow and a towel. it's all good. and what's really great is that at every stop, a bunch of vendors like the guy in the photo jump on and roam the aisles selling surprisingly good food and drink at reasonable

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oh where to begin, where to begin. so the little peek we had into the inner workings of the indian government in varanasi was truly just a teeny little peek. in the beginning of 2010, the rules for multiple-entry visas to india changed. sure, you can leave and return, but if you leave, you have to wait 2 months before you return. so a 3 month multiple-entry visa is almost useless if you

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-8742899016888454542010-04-18T20:15:00.001-07:002011-04-30T07:52:05.551-07:00

armed with our official permission stamps to return to india in less than 2 months, we fly from kathmandu to delhi. our official permission stamps are meaningless to the delhi immigration official. "show me proof you have tickets out of india. how do i know that you're going to leave my country?" and on and on... buddy, you can be sure that i'm going to leave your country the first chance

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-85157038447104303192010-04-18T20:00:00.003-07:002011-04-30T07:52:25.975-07:00

after our experience at the indian embassy in kathmandu we'd been hearing horror stories about what happens if you don't register at the ffro or if you do register at the ffro in one city, but try and fly out of india from a different city. delhi is a big travel hub and has some of the best options in terms of destinations, frequency of flights and price out of the country. so we decide we'll

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saw the lotus temple. the national gallery of modern art has a pretty decent collection. as does the national museum, including actual bones from the buddha himself. they have a toilet museum here, but we haven't managed to make it there...

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you can't wear your shoes when you visit mahatma gandhi's memorial - the site where he was cremated. you can either leave them outside in one spot for free and at the risk of them not being there when you return, or leave them with some attendents for a price. we arrive late in the afternoon and the attendants aren't giving out tickets for your shoes despite there being evidence of tickets in

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there's an indira gandhi museum in new delhi. actually, it's the house she lived in and outside of which she was shot and killed. part of the house holds exhibits and media clippings, and part remains the same as when she lived there. really weird to stand there and look at indira gandhi's living room and bedroom and the spot on which she was shot and killed

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-71023333532960430922010-04-14T22:45:00.028-07:002011-04-30T07:54:16.357-07:00

the india gate government building stuff never got an explanation on this one since it was me, z, and a busload of indian tourists with a hindi speaking tour guide.

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here's some random stuff: exofficio travel underwear: priceless. you don't need many. i brought 4. i only needed 2. wash one, wear one, wash one, wear one.  socks: they don't dry as fast as undies, but wearing them a few times is fine, so 2 pair is enough.  and really, i only needed them a couple of times since mostly i wear my sandals. hair: wash, wear down 2 days then up 3 (ok, maybe 4)

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you hear it everywhere.  echoing through the streets.  right next to you and far off in the distance.  it wakes you up in the morning and lulls you to sleep at night. hock-tooey.  hock-tooey.  hock hock tooey. from india to nepal, the hock-tooey factor is high.  it's the dirt.  dirt everywhere and mostly in your lungs. ok, maybe not mostly in your lungs because it really does a good job

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and... i forgot about the so-called tourist police in nepal.  so a bunch of taxi drivers hang out outside the tourist police station in kathmandu.  you think, hey, they're hanging around the tourist police so maybe they're charging a fair price.  but no.  the tourist police will stand right next to you while you're asking about the price of a trip and do absolutely nothing when the driver quotes

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-75175777072844161912010-04-08T22:22:00.204-07:002011-04-30T07:56:49.822-07:00

i have never wanted out of a country more than i have wanted out of nepal. actually, i have never wanted out of a country at all until i met nepal. why? oh, where to begin... ok how about here: the powderkeg-ready-to-explode thing if you make the mistake of visiting the cities there - particularly kathmandu - the tension and feeling of about-to-explode violence is always in the air. nepal's

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the winding mountain road between chitwan and kathmandu should have taken about 5 1/2 hours. 10 hours, 6 accidents including the one below, 7 deaths, scores injured, later, we finally arrived. just another day on the road in nepal. apparently one is 30 times more likely to die on the road in nepal than any other developed country. nice.

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walk - that's on foot with a guide carrying only a big stick - through a jungle that has rhinos and tigers and elephants lurking about?did it. ride in a dugout canoe through crocodile infested waters? did it. ride an elephant? did it. bathe an elephant? ditto.

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spent many a morning drinking nepali tea by the napti riverside watching tharu life unfold

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-35195596254399587242010-04-04T21:29:00.000-07:002011-04-30T07:58:24.172-07:00

rivers gharials on rivers lakes in grassland and sal forests jungle-y jungle lakes in jungle-y jungle bugs monkeys rhinos rhinos and elephants and more rhinos and elephants

tevolvinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899224310144979317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136489027763700204.post-66236832501818964602010-04-03T06:15:00.005-07:002011-08-29T00:58:30.685-07:00

i'm talking the himalayas. from my balcony.

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the annapurna range is the furthest back, not too visible to my camera, but majestically huge and white and craggy and visible to me in person. that's what i get to see where i'm at now. crazy.

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best food in nepal, hands down.

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