Standing before it, I wondered what the Buddha would think, this oversized, exaggerated likeness that likely bears little resemblance....

It can be a good thing to start the day with a plan, have it vanquished by poor timing, and have to start over. My landlady for the week...

I fly home in 60 days, my ticket from Tokyo recently purchased. The days will pass quickly and already I feel the faint pangs of loss....

Easter in Hong Kong. An oxymoron if there ever was one. The “special administrative region of China,” with nearly 8 million residents,...

I didn’t grow up going to museums, certainly not art museums. I think my first visit was an 8th grade field trip to the Iowa Historical...

I don’t recall when it first occurred to me. Or when I became certain there was no other way out. But for a long time I’ve been...

Pa checked in. I had a feeling he would. He’d never admit it, but he doesn’t like being left out any more than the rest of us. In some...

I fly to Bangkok today. Without Pa. He says Bea is missing him, and that it’s spring training. Truth is, I think he’s homesick. Since...

We’d read about George Town’s incredible food. For its size, it’s reputed to be the equal of Bangkok, Saigon, Hanoi and other great...

We never intended to stay long in Kuala Lumpur. It’s a big city - sleek and modern. Not Dubai by any means, but not where we wanted to...

Pa and I spent the evening looking at photos. As beautiful as Nepal is, time and again we returned to the faces. So many are compelling,...

A few days after Pa and I arrived, I asked Roshini if there was a school nearby. An obvious question as every morning at breakfast were...

Pa and I had been encouraged by many to visit Bhaktapur. Known as Khwopa by the Newari, it’s the cultural capital of Nepal and dates...

Today we’re going to learn to make momos. A steamed filled dumpling, sometimes deep fried, momos are everywhere in Nepal. Some foods you...

Pa and I were invited to the Jacaranda for mid-afternoon momos and beer. Marco, our friend from Germany would be there. His friend...

Luisa, a young German woman, arrived at Swagat the evening Pa and I returned from Green Chwadi. A naturopath by training, she’d come to...

We’re back in Kathmandu, in the comfort of Swagat Homestay and the good company of Sugat, Roshani, and the children. It will be a while,...

What makes Green Chwadi unique, perhaps in all of Nepal, is the extent to which it embraces the indigenous communities around it, and the...

Pa and I were trained to lawyer, a useful skill at times, but a limited way of being in the world when all is said and done. I sometimes...

Up the river 1 km from Green Chwadi is a bridge. Cross over and within a few hundred yards you’re at the entrance to a vast protected...