I was in a foul mood, which the blandness of the place, coupled with the annoyingly present weather like a child incessantly badgering us, did nothing to assuage. ...
As one of the few establishments in Osaka that may possibly have offered a vegetarian option, this restaurant had taken us longer to locate than expected, seeing as Google Maps ...
On the one hand, we were happy to walk freely on a narrow path that not too long beforehand would have been heaving with crowds. On the other, we were ...
The first time we saw Gion was in the evening, during a light rain. And what a seductive show it put on. The pink sun diminished between buildings seemingly held ...
The Land of the Rising Sun is also the Land of Many Faces. Continue Reading Chasing Sakura: 04. Faces
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Every time we go away together, I wonder if my husband is plotting to kill me. Continue Reading Chasing Sakura: 03. Incline
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Read part one of this series here. Due to the back-and-forth nature of our trip, we gave ourselves only two days in Tokyo before we were scheduled to leave it. ...
In the first of his column for Litro, debut author Polis Loui Continue Reading Chasing Sakura: 01. Occidentals
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“You westerners! You have too much fear!” he said. “You need to let loose. You know, like the Indian way. Here we don’t worry. Here, no problem!” Continue ...
One night, I overheard the following conversation between two women. In a hostel room in downtown London, they met for the first and last time, and they started exchanging polite ...
Read part one of “Lulim Lalai: The Power of Life In Country” here … and part two here. Visiting the caves When the time is right to visit a sacred cave ...
Read part one of “Lulim Lalai: The Power of Life In Country” here. The Wanjinas created everything Isobel’s country, along with other parts of the Kimberley, is famous for its ...
In this part of the world there is a Dry season – during which I’m visiting – and a Wet season so severe that cyclones are regular visitors… ...
I spied some kind of hawk as we landed in the dark green of Derry. I nudged my secret fiancé: Yes, secret fiancé, like in a nineteenth century novel (we’re ...
My mother led the way. A tiny lady, full of fire and gusto. She loved this: walking, telling stories, her son home for the holidays. Continue Reading This ...
I’m too big for the seat. The flight attendant nods and drops the extension in my lap. I snap it into place. My elbow cramps the Englishman’s. I have an ...
A man with two teeth sells me my bus ticket. I know it is the correct bus because of the colour, crayon box green; a fleet of green buses is ...
In Baghdad, there is a street that is famous for its many book shops and it’s named after the greatest Arab poet of all time, Al-Mutanabbi. Continue ...
It was night-time when I arrived in Amritsar. The driver swore that the gated villa he had pulled up to was Mrs Bhandari’s Guesthouse although it seemed more like the ...
My first memory of Ecuador was the expansive hills which soared hundreds of feet above us on either side and followed us along the road after we left the airport. ...
