It was women who led me to travel. In 1982, there was the Eurail trip across Europe on discounted trains. I swept through Paris, Geneva, Milan, then a bit of Germany before Amsterdam and back. A kind of Gilded Age Grand Tour. But the following summer, Sophie stayed on a kibbutz and then travelled through the West Bank to Jordan and beyond. Going further afield was a thing, no matter what the news reported.
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وا حد. Uncle Vartan’s Carrots
Took the death plane from Heathrow, last row, smokers section, a numbing multi-stop ride; first Schiphol, then Sofia, which only a few of us survived, before we landed in Cairo at two o’clock in the morning. At each stop, EgyptAir 778 bumped the tarmac, and the empty seats flopped forward, their backs pointing to the ceiling, crash position. Is ‘heads between knees; hands behind heads’ really the best way to make it through?
London was smothered in a misty rain when we took off, the first sign of autumn, but when we reached our final destination, it was hot, humid, and my first thought was, Oh my God! After the jabs for yellow fever and tetanus, the pills for malaria, and the cholera tablets, I had forgotten hepatitis!
Continueสอง. Rubies and Rucksacks
On to Pieria he stepped from the upper air,
and swooped down upon the sea,
and then sped over the wave like a bird, the cormorant,
which in quest of fish over the dread gulfs of the unresting sea
wets its thick plumage in the brine.In such wise did Hermes ride upon the multitudinous waves. The Odyssey – Homer
A well-dressed man in a formal grey suit came up to me to ask where I was from. It was my third day in Bangkok, and until then, I had been alone. I was standing in a wide open grassy area in Sanam Luang Park, no one around, and I was facing away from the Grand Palace when he approached.
三. Hong Kong, a Love Story
I’m a-walking down Nathan Road with a strut in my legs like I’m dancing, the crowds thick as steam off the paving. Cars are pressed cheek to cheek and blowing fury and the neon billboards stretch into the middle of the road ends touching and bouncing fire red and orange; and I’m seeing all this on my toes, alive with the noise rattling in my ears, the clatter of kettle drums and disco beats, and high pitched screams like noodle sucks and slurps and the slice of a gaggling chicken throat.