Category: Reminiscence

TO AND FROM . . . AND BEYOND THE TAJ MAHAL

FEBRUARY 17, 2022 – I stayed in Delhi for a week, but took a day trip to Agra, site of the Taj Mahal. On a guided tour, I saw that 17th century wonder close-up from a multitude of perspectives—accompanied by a fascinating account of its design and construction. I didn’t need a guide, however, to …

DELHI TALES

FEBRUARY 16, 2022 – With newfound confidence I flew to Delhi, where I checked into the YMCA, near Connaught Place—the center of things. The “Y” was scruffy but safe. In the dining hall, I could order a familiar breakfast: toast, eggs, and bacon. (“When in Rome, pretend you’re at home.”) On foot I explored immediate …

THE “MAGIC FORMULA”

FEBRUARY 15, 2022 – As I reported previously, every traveler I’d met Down Under who’d passed through India had been stricken with a gastrointestinal disorder. All warned me, traveling the opposite direction, to avoid the “Tropicana Hotel”—a hospital in London specializing in the treatment of tropical diseases—by avoiding Indian ice, tap water, “counterfeit” bottled water, …

DECEIT TO COUNTER THE CON

FEBRUARY 14, 2022 – Two posts ago I left off at the close of “the swindle.” It was the only time I’d be conned in a land where scams were a way of life. After my third “Gold Spot” where I’d been abandoned by the con man and his American accomplice—whose participation was salt in …

THEATER OF SWINDLE

FEBRUARY 12, 2022 – Blogger’s note: This post is a “double-feature,” meaning it’s twice my daily limit of 500 words. Of the 999 posts of this blog thus far, this is the first to violate that rule. The second half of this post bears the 500,000th word of “Write Makes Might.” To mark the 1,000th post–tomorrow–I …

“GOLD SPOT”

FEBRUARY 11, 2022 – I’m in my spartan hotel room, two floors up. Parched, starving, and exhausted, I pull from my backpack a granola bag, open it, and pour a serving into my mouth. Granola never tasted so good—or dry. I drink the last of my “safe” water—a thimble’s worth from my one-liter, plastic canteen, …

NO EASY EXIT

FEBRUARY 10, 2022 – Upon entering the domestic terminal, I was assaulted by the same pandemonium that’d filled the international terminal—except “Wendy,” of course, had flown off to Never, Never Land. I had to navigate on my own. In a foreign land, “on your own” inevitably requires interaction with strangers. Amongst a crowd, who has …

OF FIRE AND FRYING PAN

FEBRUARY 9, 2022 – Wendy spirited me through officialdom as if she were Indira Gandhi herself. Despite my questions on the fly, I received no explanation as to what her true role was or why a baffling reception had been reserved for a 26-year-old, American vagabond packing two bags of granola . . . not …

“WENDY” AND THE “WELCOMING COMMITTEE”

FEBRUARY 8, 2022 – As I reflect after 41 years, my introduction to India was even more bizarre than it seemed at the time. The British Airways flight to Bombay (Mumbai) took over 10 hours. As we broke through low-hanging clouds along our gradual descent, I saw the Indian version of an uninterrupted Dickensian slum …

ON THE FAR EDGE

FEBRUARY 7, 2022 – During my two-month sojourn in NZ and Australia, I’d encountered many Europeans who’d ventured there via India. Time—and illness—on the Subcontinent seemed to be a rite of passage. No traveler had not experienced gastrointestinal problems, and everyone emphasized that no matter how much you heard or read about India, nothing could …

INSIDE THE INDIAN PACIFIC

FEBRUARY 5, 2022 – “Today,” I wrote, “is Easter Sunday, the 50th day of my ‘Trans Global Expedition.’” I then updated my family—the second time since leaving home. Smartphones—texts and email—were still a generation away. Aboard the Indian-Pacific I printed a 62-page letter on small pages (removed along sidelong perforations) from a pocket notebook. The …

PATHS DIVERGENT

FEBRUARY 3, 2022 – From the sea, I turned to Kuranda in the rainforest along Queensland’s northeastern “fringe.” Other travelers had recommended Kuranda as a “Bohemian outpost in Eden,” and the pathway was well established. Joined by Karen and now my romantic interest, Debbie, we hiked to the heights of towering waterfalls and admired the …

FINDING PARADISE IN PARADISE

FEBRUARY 2, 2022 – Having lived much of life at 45-degrees latitude, I noticed that at 17-degrees our sun is a different star. Its zenith is nearly overhead and motivates an early start before one’s energy becomes non-renewable. By 8:00 I was in queue with other “pilgrims” where tour boats lined up to catch and …

“IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL”

JANUARY 30, 2022 – When people outside NZ think of that paradise, they consider flora, fauna, and geography. But of all the countries I’ve visited, none exudes the civility of NZ. This assessment overlooks historical injustices toward the Maori and the anomaly of the 2019 mosque attack, but NZ’s well-established, civilized reputation is otherwise fully …

FIRST UP: FIRST PART DOWN UNDER

JANUARY 28, 2022 – I’d latched onto four facts about “Down Under,” two appearing in old National Geographic magazines: 1. “The most beautiful walk in the world” was at the south end of NZ’s South Island; and 2. The longest straight railway in the world (297 mi/478 km) stretched across Australia’s Nullarbor Plain. Well known …

MY GRAND ODYSSEY: THE “WHY”

JANUARY 27, 2022 – Blogger’s note: our younger son, Byron, asked me to post about my trip around the world–starting 41 years ago. Through the prism of my current circumstances, his suggestion inspires re-examination in fresh light. I’ll endeavor to make installments compelling without lapsing into “travelogue” mode. Photo credit: my grandmother, whose family friend, “Hoxie” …

A SON’S REMORSE

JANUARY 26, 2022 – Every child, it seems, is put on the earth to bring grief, sorrow, heartbreak and yes . . . love and sweet joy to the child’s parents. Lately, I’ve been thinking about this combination of feelings for which I’m responsible. My parents have resided outside the instant realm for a while …

SWISS CHEESE

JANUARY 25, 2022 – Yesterday my good doctor announced that treatments of my disease are having the desired effect. This was good news against the other reality he revealed:  last week’s CT scan showed that many of my of bones are like “Swiss Cheese” but will repair themselves over the next few months. The “Swiss …

REFLECTION: TAKING THE LAKE SLOWLY

DECEMBER 26, 2021 – Yesterday, my wife and I “celebrated” Christmas alone, with limited, indirect contact with the outside world. After a delectable mid-afternoon dinner of ham, scalloped potatoes, Brussels sprouts, and rolls with butter and honey, I continued my “sift and sort” operation focused on lots of ancient paperwork; all part of the bigger …