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Farewell, Australia
Part I There’s an old adage that one should write drunk and edit sober. This is my attempt at slightly tipsy. Why? Because I’m saying farewell to Australia, and there’s […]
‘Road Trip’: Australian for ‘Bloody Big Country’
ESPERANCE, Western Australia—Since my last post, I’ve moved on from Perth. What to say about Perth? I’ll let a great writer take up the intro: “Now it is a strange […]
Reaching the Ends of the Earth at the End of the World
Hello all! Long time, eh? Well, sorry about that. I was at sea when the world supposedly ended. Perth is the most isolated big city in the world. To the […]
Aboard the White Sea
ABOARD THE WHITE SEA—This will be a quickie, as I’m still in port and using my phone for Internet access, but I’m aboard the White Sea and will be setting […]
Singapore: Chasing the Wind
SINGAPORE—I used to like Singapore. I really did. It was a soothing, calming, well-mannered tonic to the chaos that was Pakistan. Whenever I visited, Singapore was like a gleaming, neon beacon […]
How do you like your blog?
It has recently come to my attention that Truly, Nomadly, Deeply (TND) isn’t as intuitive as it might be. I agree that it’s lacking a clear, traditional blog timeline on […]
Le Grande Tour, Day 12-13: Racing History in Hanoi
HANOI—Hanoi! The very word sounds exotic, doesn’t it? I arrived Oct 15 after a—I kid you not—26-hour bus ride from Vientiane to Hanoi. And just as all happy families are […]
Le Grande Tour, Days 7-11: Vientiane
VIENTIANE, Laos—Well, I wanted the adventure of slow travel, and with the Vientiane and the bus ride to Hanoi, I got it. It’s been a while since my last post. […]
Le Grande Tour, Days 4-6: Questioning Luang Prabang
Luang Prabang, the former royal capital, is being developed as a tourist destination by the very government that killed off the royal family. If this strikes you as a little cynical, well, welcome to the club.
From Bangkok to the north, and parts beyond
So I’m back in Chiang Mai, the charming little town that anchors northern Thailand, but tomorrow I head further north, past Chiang Rai to Chiang Khong/Huay Xai, where I’ll catch a “slow boat” down the Mekong to Luang Prabang, the royal capital of the Kingdom of Laos until the communists swept through in 1975 and renamed the whole country the Lao People’s Democratic Republic. I confess, I know next to nothing about Laos, but everyone says the place is beautiful and laid back. I do know they make a tasty beer there, and that the country’s short name, “Lao PDR” generally means “Laos, Please Don’t Rush.”
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