Funny About Photos

We ride as the lone passengers now, in the back seat of a taxi, as the driver navigates up a muddy mountain road, negotiating deep ruts and sharp rocks. As we climb the jungle-lined road, I wonder if our driver is even taking us to the town we expect. Ahh…I see a...

Why do I Travel?

I  wonder why I travel. Perhaps Mare and I share the common trait of wanting to be on the move, or just being somewhere different, with no particular goal. Arriving in a strange city late at night produces a bit of angst. All cities look different in the night....