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Manaus to Belem – Aboard the Floating Asylum (2 of 3)

Around 4am the “Yes” family, wedged behind me, commenced to rummage through their luggage, talking at the top of their voices. Why? I had no idea. I named them “Yes” because no matter what I said to any of the adults or children I would get a nod for an answer.

From Gijan to Shogun – a life in Japanese Films (2 of 3)

After much mincing and discussion with the shadowy and omnipresent Planning Department officer who had been sent to monitor our activities, the crew agreed to go and film some scenes at the entrance to the site. All the gear had to be loaded back into the vans.

Wading at the Edge of the World: Cold, Wet, and Mostly Alone on the Irish Coast (3 of 3)

Wading at the Edge of the World: Cold, Wet, and Mostly Alone on the Irish Coast (2 of 3)

Wading at the Edge of the World: Cold, Wet, and Mostly Alone on the Irish Coast (1 of 3)

Thailand: Lessons on a Bus (2 of 2)

Miraculously, we fell asleep. This did not last. At midnight every light flashed on and loud Thai music blasted from the speakers. No one else looked surprised (perhaps this was reviewed during that ten minute intro by the stewardess). An attendant, not the stewardess, then came around with hot towels for us to wipe our

Puerto Vallarta Travel Guide – The High Dry (supposedly) Season, January 2001

View up the Cuale From November to May it’s not supposed to rain, well maybe a little sprinkle around Christmas time. The weather this year is unusual. Two weeks ago we had a day or so of heavy rain and this morning at 3am it did it again. Yes, the cat litter box was out

Puerto Vallarta Travel Guide – General Info

History After World War II, several G.I.'s moved down to Vallarta, perhaps to recover from the affects of that engagement. Some set up businesses and some just retired, many to the north bank of the Rio Cuale which came to be known as "Gringo Gulch". Even before John Huston put Vallarta on the map with

Okavango Detour (3 of 3)

Okavango Detour (2 of 3)

New Orleans, Louisiana – February 2001 (2 of 2)

Prowling the Cities of the Dead St. Roch No.1 Founded in 1874, Father Thevis vowed to build the cemetery chapel when church members were spared in the yellow fever epidemic of 1868. In the chapel is a wooden altar and shrine to St. Roch with the stations of the cross surrounding the cemetery in wall

New Orleans, Louisiana – February 2001 (1 of 2)

Prowling the Cities of the Dead In no other American city do its residents honor the dead as in New Orleans. Often referred to as "cities of the dead" the tombs and crypts of New Orleans have been the talk of mystery, danger, disease, and horror. Enclosed in gates throughout the city, the rusty iron

Minneapolis, Minnesota – February 2001

The West Bank The west bank of Minneapolis is a curious place. Being part of University territory, this is apparently where their cultural diversity experiments take place. Cedar Avenue hosts an amazing amount of different types of Bars, Restaurants, and mini markets. As if to ease your transition into this melting pot, the west end

Mazatlan Photo Gallery (3)

Gallery Pages One | Two | Three Raul and his wife on the road to Ixpalino. Raul is the best cab driver in Mazland. This is the only cantina in my village of Ixpalino. The hacienda on the left is over 350 yrs. old. The horses are Juan & Poco. Don’t know how old they

Mazatlan Photo Gallery (2)

Gallery Pages One | Two | Three My good friend Victor, owner of Victor’s on Stone Island. My room at Victor’s. He thinks of everything! Hangin’ with the boys on Stone Island. The back of the cantina on Stone Island. Check out the truck. That’s a Dodge bed on a Ford truck…I love this place.

Love & Loneliness in Auckland (1 of 2)

London, England – February 2001

Although romance traditionally conjures up images of Paris or Rome, London can also offer idyllic settings for romance this Valentine’s Day. Here are my top ten recommendations for finding romance this February. South Bank – a walk along Good starting points include Westminster, Waterloo, Embankment, Blackfriars, Tower Hill and London Bridge tube stations. A walkway

It Doesn’t Matter Which Road You Take #6

Episode Six: Crossing the English Channel Sir John Gielgud and the Stuffy, French Water Hostess The trip from Edinburgh to London is pure hell. We don’t leave the station until one in the morning and the train car we are in happens to be occupied by a group of fifteen high school kids who are

It Doesn’t Matter Which Road You Take #4

Episode Four: York Vikings, Fish and Chips and The Pet Shop Boys I am lying in what is most likely one of the most comfortable beds in all of England. I was originally supposed to sleep in the loft, but when our host turned on the light, the first thing I see are three huge

It Doesn’t Matter Which Road You Take #3

Episode Three: Nottingham Robin Hood, Demonic Possession and English Ale We are on the train from London to Nottingham and the batteries in my Walkman have died. Chris is trying to write in his journal, but he is facing the back of the train and is informing me that he may be spewing Corn Flakes

I Wanna Be a Travel Writer – Jan. 27, Sydney

Jan. 27 – Sydney Forget LA – Sydney is the hippest city in the world. Walking down Oxford Street in Paddington, I’ve never felt so fashion uncouth in my entire life. Maybe that’s because I was wearing boy’s pants, a striped t-shirt, and the seven-year-old Adidas adventure sandals that I refuse to give up. I

I Wanna Be a Travel Writer – Jan. 25, Auckland (3 of 3)

Jan. 25 – Auckland, cont. I awoke to a coughing fit. Then stayed awake, due to the sunlight streaming in through the window. I wondered what time it was, but didn’t dare move so as not to wake anyone. Besides, I had my germs against the wall. I didn’t want to breathe out onto the

I Wanna Be a Travel Writer – Jan. 25, Auckland (2 of 3)

Jan. 25 – Auckland, cont. I dragged the packs in and looked for a spot to chain them up. "Take nothing for granted, be totally aware, and keep your money belt on you at all times," is what I was told. But as I started to reach for my retractable safety cable with combination lock

I Wanna Be a Travel Writer – Jan. 25, Auckland (1 of 3)

Jan. 25 – Auckland I wanted a backpack with wheels so badly I could taste it. After all, my weekender travel case had wheels and shoulder straps, and did I ever use the straps? No. I wheeled it everywhere. Up and down the halls of airports, through the casinos, and up to my hotel rooms,