One afternoon Arlo and I head to Ace Hardware in Kuta to buy some silly string and a terrarium planter but what to are wondering eye should appear? No, not a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer…. The “Show” ( as all good roustabouts would call it) had arrived! The circus had come to town. Continue reading
123 quiet and still is a great game on long car rides. I was always amazed when a group of kids could be quiet and still for more than two minutes but an island of 2 million for 24 hours….impossible…right? Not if you’re in Bali on the day after the dark moon of the spring equinox. The Hindu new year- Neypi- begins with a day of silence. Continue reading
Little Hands, Big Imagination……..
The realization that Arlo had grown during our travels this summer hit me as we made are way through the airport in Malaysia. No longer does he need help carrying his pack through airports, he breezes through security check points, he hops off the night train at 4:30 am without a word, he can hike for 6 hours through the mountains of Sapa, make friends with the Hmong street girls under the late-night full moon. He has jumped 15 feet from a Junk boat in Ha long bay. He can navigate busy subways and even rode the Shrek coaster with his hands up high at Universal Studio Singapore.
Even tough boys need love…….
The Green Bamboo shelter for street boys is where Silas and I have been spending our Friday morning’s for the past few months. Continue reading
My 6 am departure is no competition for Vietnamese early birds. They have been up long before I push the snooze button. When day breaks and streaks of pink and orange color the sky, you can make out little figures emerging from the shadows. The gardeners, ice workers, fisherman, street vendors, school kids and morning walkers. They have already caught their “worm”. Or maybe, they’ve already been “shot” ( I learned this week that there is an execution site nearby, something to consider)… Anyway, for those not getting shot, waking up early is a smart thing to do.The air is cooler, the sun hasn’t come to full height forcing it’s hot rays on us. Continue reading
Eastside Curry 