Lying in bed I listen to the deluge tapping out a heavy melody on its earthen instruments. The steady beat of droplets, an unwavering reminder
My heart rate quickens as I gasp for a mouthful of thin mountain air. The sticky humid atmosphere mixes with sweat, soaking my clothes and
Beep-beep! Honk-honk! Ching-ching! This I have decided is the song of Kathmandu. It is a constant melody consisting of motorcycles, cars, trucks and busses. They
“Hands Raised to Serve are More Blissful then Hands Raised to Pray”.
Good morning from Phnom Penh! I’ve not written a blog for a while, too busy to travel around Cambodia or organizing my next trips. Do