Travels
Or maybe we think interestingness comes from the interests themselves. I may not be into photography that much, but if I keep up with the photography blogs and social networks and e-mags, it can seem like that I really am into photography.
Travels
But then, we talked, out of bored neccessity. It trickled, then flowed, then swelled. "America?" Edan asked. "How many women are there in American? I hear there are many." Then moments later, "No tell me, forget the Mexicans and others, how many Americans?"
Travels
Beneath the balcony, the orchestral sounds of honks, beeps, screeches, skids, taps, groans, cries, whistles... knocks and rumbles and mumbles and songs – short and long, bursts of colors and smells – swelled. Same instruments, but a different tune than New York.
Travels
Black & white soldiers attack and defend and scout in platoons and teams and solo and heroic maneuvers with each dice roll. Snake eyes. Twins. Triple threat. Coming of the Beast. The more I play, the more obsessed I get...
Travels
Earth melded onto rocks, rocks perched atop pillars carved from fire, fire molded valleys into undulating folds, like, dare I say it, labia tissue of Mother Earth. It's an eerie landscape, something out of a B-movie.
News & Politics
Couple of grenades tossed into a Turkish cafe in Izmir – about two weeks from where I was on this jaunt. Ah. Where next? Fun times.
Travels
uilt on a fault line that stretches from Lebanon to southern Turkey, Kekova sunk ~600 years ago, and as we peered through a spyglass into the water (watch those waves! steer! and the cliffs!), shattered pottery, the rounded corners of a harbor and remains of foundations shimmered into view.
Travels
I spent the last two days on the beach: white pebbles trickling into a multi-hued sea. In the mornings, I hitched a ride out with one of the pension boys to the shore, about two kilometers outside of town, set up my umbrella and beach chair and fall asleep to the sounds of Jump Little Children.
Travels
He looked at me (the kid). "Hullo," I said. Ha ha ha said he. His grandmother, filling my entire eye-space, came out. I handed her a crumpled note.
Travels
We drove carelessly/carefreely and, apart from a sketched map, with no destinations in mind (of course, we didn't know of many destinations to be had). If life was a journey, well then this journey was to be life – at least for two days.
Travels
I pulled the handbrake and inched towards the edge of the bluff. The Fiat stopped at the Gates of Knidos.
Travels
After the rain, the skies are penetratingly blue. And by that I mean, it's so blue that you can see inside the blues, that you can look and the different depths of blue will pull you in and up and on and on