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Iowa Yankee in King Castro’s Court (2 of 6)

The only way to settle a debate on life in Cuba is

Iowa Yankee in King Castro’s Court (1 of 6)

The only way to settle a debate on life in Cuba is

Hurtling Through Space and Time, I Have Stared Death in It’s Ugly Maw

In reference to my previous observation about travel in India, let me just say, without appearing vainglorious, that you are lucky that there is still a Craig to be typing this. Why? Let’s just say that Magic Mountain holds no thrill for me now. After hurtling through the dark at 95 miles per hour, sitting

Highway Tales: Final Report (3 of 3)

The final installment from Kirk Stephan as he unco

Highway Tales: Final Report (2 of 3)

The final installment from Kirk Stephan as he unco

Highway Tales: Final Report (1 of 3)

The final installment from Kirk Stephan as he unco

Guanajuato, Mexico

Statue of Miguel Hidalgo and his church Dawn was breaking. Church bells clanged in the Mexican village of Dolores. Indians congregated for Mass. September the 16th, 1810. Father Miguel Hidalgo gave a powerful sermon that immortalised him in Mexican history. “El Grito de Dolores” the Cry went out to take up arms and overthrow the

Farm Work in Western Australia

Tyrannical farmers, longs days and little money, b

Big Blue Taxis

Getting work as crew on a yacht is a great way to

At Home in Lamu (3 of 7)

I had gotten a volunteer job at the polytechnic through sheer stubbornness. I knew right away that I wanted to stay in Lamu for a few months, so I decided to find volunteer work that would let me do something useful while giving me a reason to stay. My search started when I went to

At Home in Lamu (2 of 7)

At Home in Lamu Lamu, Kenya Kids in the street in Lamu Lamu is about 95% Muslim, and five times a day the mournful singing from the mosques calls the faithful to drop what they’re doing and reassert their faith. You always know what time it is when you see the slippers in a messy

At Home in Lamu (4 of 7)

Someone finally pointed me in the direction of the polytechnic school. I visited it with my proposal and resume in hand, considering it my last hope. There were three buildings, which the sign at the entrance said were built by a German aid organization, where carpentry, dressmaking, typing, and computer classes were held. Maryam, the