Woke up this morning in another hotel, this time in Chiang Mai, Thailand. For an instant, before the vertiginous sense of unfamiliarity set in, I had the distinct impression I was in a place that I remembered. It felt safe, secure, like I knew where everything was, and who was about. The impression only, Read More

INDIRA GANDHI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, New Delhi—So check out that dateline. That’s right. I’m at an airport. And I’m about to get on a plane. Do you know what that means? That’s right: reboot! Truly, Nomadly, Deeply will now have a new starting point, to be revealed in a moment. But allow me a digression, Read More

I’ve now been in India for about six weeks, and I’ve come to realize that much of what has happened up to this point—fleeing Pakistan, leaving Reuters, landing in New Delhi—has been mostly prologue for The Big Journey that I’ve decided to undertake. It probably sounds strange to think of India—a teeming, continent-sized rising, Read More