Posts Tagged ‘Travel’
Dubai: At Home At The End Of The World
Passport Control at Dubai International Airport seems a bit like the bridge of a Rebel Alliance starship; every stripe of the known universe is represented. Despite our interminable wait after a day of protracted, ass-numbing air travel, I found myself thrilled — babbling, even — in my surroundings. Everything was hard lit, brushed steel, flat…
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The Maldives: Half A World Away
I counted five shooting stars on the way back from the bathroom last night. The North Star was so bright, I mistook it for the moon. Just now, stepping from the outdoor shower, I saw a blue-gray porcupine fish the size of a springer spaniel floating sentry at the stairs leading to the lagoon. The…
Read MoreBouncing Off A Satellite
The last twenty-four hours have been a study in contrasts. Tuesday night, I woke to the sound of crickets, wind, and waves. This morning, I woke to the sound of air horns, sirens, and traffic. Wednesday morning, I jogged past modest, gray clapboard houses on a sparkling Madaket Bay. This morning, I jogged past multi-million…
Read MoreNantucket, Massachusetts (Summer 2007)
Whisper (A Million Different Voices Speaking In Tongues)
I was touching the spirit world well prior to slipping beneath the covers last night. Likewise, I expect, tonight. Wednesday’s Late Night at Rockwood Music Hall left me reeling well into Thursday (as, I suspect, it did Casey and Chris — though they had Thursday off). In fact, I opened my team’s annual MTV Video…
Read MoreBlood Brothers
The van was idling in the loading zone, right where Jason left it. Mandy, Abbi, and I climbed aboard, and Jason pointed us back towards the park. The sun was beginning to sink in the west as we pulled in behind The Nadas’ bus, Meatloaf. I spotted my family striding towards me as I stepped…
Read MoreWasting Away
Ed. note: I scribbled the following on Ritz Carlton stationary as Abbi and waited out our six hour delay in the Montego Bay airport. Somehow, when I was re-telling the tale of our engagement here in The Daily Journal, it didn’t seem to fit. So I share it with you here now. If there’s a…
Read MoreRose Hall, Jamaica
Have Heart My Dear
Truth is, given how little I’ve run in the last four months, I probably had no business tackling the Hollywood Hills. Runyon Canyon, a 130 acre city park, rises over 700 feet between Hollywood Boulevard and Mullholland Drive. My hotel was less than six blocks from the Fuller Avenue entrance. Straight uphill. Friday morning was…
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