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The tiger shark passed over my head. We made eye contact until my attention was caught by the sting ray gliding by my side. Nothing unusual, perhaps, for a scuba diver, but I don’t dive. In fact, I wasn’t even…
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Lots happening with the Mountain Gorillas. One day after FAB’s publicaton of Fyllis Hockman’s blog, Trekking Mountain Gorillas in Uganda, NPR published Alexandra Starr’s, Congolese Activists Honored for Fighting Oil Exploration in Virunga National Park. In her article, Ms. Starr…
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The eight of us huddled together, warned repeatedly to stay close and keep quiet. A soft cough escaped from one of our party and the guide looked immediately askance. Coughing and sneezing were very much frowned upon. If you’re scraped…
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I am sweating profusely. My pores are so over-run with liquid that I fear I will float away in a river of my own perspiration. Since I am molting inside a sweat lodge, I figure I can’t go very far….
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I am a hiker. But at home, no one uses a machete to blaze the trail prior to walking on it as Souza, our Amazon guide, did, creating a path in the overgrown rainforest step by step. Slicing, swatting, swooping,…
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This is not going to be your typical travel story. Oh sure, it started out that way. A story about a tour sponsored by Overseas Adventure Travel they called “The Crossroads of the Adriatic.” It was going to be all…
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What do William Wordsworth, William Yeats and Jemima Puddle-Duck have in common? Well, they all lived in and around the fairy-tale villages of England’s Lake District, but only one of them actually is a fairy tale. And possibly the most…
Continue readingPicture this: From 1948 to 1999, the U.S. Department of Navy bombed the hell out of its own country. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but here’s what happened. From the early 1940’s, the U.S. military used a good part…
Continue readingWhen I was first blindfolded, I felt disoriented, out of control, with the added annoying question lurking in the back of my head: I am a travel writer, how am I supposed to take notes? But our Mayan guide propelled…
Continue readingWandering the hilly, narrow cobblestone streets in our home base of Montalcino, Italy, a Medieval city of interlocking passageways, I reminded myself I was walking through history spanning eight hundred years. Welcome to…
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