Travelogs

A deeply poignant account of grief and love on a little-known island off the northern coast of Germany.

A brief account of a fictional grave -- and of how travelogs used to be created, old-skool

A wonderful winter story of discovery and a unique kind of Christmas wish fulfillment.

Back in the middle 1970s when I trekked ... to the old Everest Base Camp at Gorak Shep, one could walk for days meeting only the local people.

A traveler awakens to find an unforgettable scene in early morning Singapore.

Looking at it, I cannot help but think time must move differently for water.

So basically, Bird, at the age of 28, decided to become a prostitute for the fun and money of it.

I am doing my 'Victory' cool-down, walking lap when I notice that there are, scattered across the park, people, lying face up on the grass, close to midnight, just watching the clouds!

"The police only kill bad people. If you kill somebody, the police come and kill you," he apologized.

A trailer for a fictional movie, this short video captures a few glimpses of life in Nanjing and Shanghai that the CCP would prefer you didn't see.

Taken while I was an English teacher working out of a school in Shu Lin, a poorer outer suburb of taipei. I used to get my evening meal from this sandwich seller who set up his mobile booth near the train station. As you'll see, he's a very nice guy, and my Chinese was very elementary then.

On an unexpected life of long-term travel and the loss of loved ones in the home country.

Fair is fair. My bad Chinese is at least as funny as anybody's bad English!

Unfortunately, shortly after I arrived here in late August my digital camera fell into a squat toilet and drowned.

This is goods for those who wish to enjoy simple and rational lives waste basket and flower pot." If you were confused by that sentence, read on

My experience of living through the time of SARS in one of the hardest-hit countries.

Anything with tomatoes in it is big-time hyped as having those amazing tomato-related health benefits.

He eventually did find his gas station and returned to pick me up and give me a ride home.

Awaiting news of a cancer diagnosis