1/8/17 – 1/15/17 We passed through a gate and were literally, (or as close to literally without being literal) in another world. The road, once flat, in an instant vaulted up, into the rolling hills, a mere stepping stool precursor to the daunting peaks that define...

1/1/2017 – 1/7/2017 I am an asshole. Or, at least that is how the people of Assam make me feel. I have never experienced such overwhelming, unsolicited kindness. They do it for nothing else but because that is their way and expect nothing in return. It is humbling and...

12/22-12/30/2016 I’m back in India and the mountains are just as I remembered, mostly. But to get to them, I still had to cross about 100km of flat, humid, mosquito saturated, mold infested, diesel spewing monotony. It has been my experience that border crossing areas...