Olivia

  Oliva collected us promptly on the morning of our first day. She bustled us down the alley and loaded us into our emperor’s van. This time she wore a long dark wool coat with a felted shapes on the back, mostly a rather menacing and undernourished Santa Claus-like figure holding a scroll that said …

Arrive

We landed in Beijing at 7:00 on Friday night, and even though I had sent the budget tour company the wrong arrival time, our guide met us anyway, a tiny young woman in the shouting airport throng, wearing a bright red hat and scarf and smiling a smile that took up most of her face. She …

Borneo: Belief

  Even on vacation I struggle with goal-setting and achievement. I love to bird watch. But what sort of spotting should give me the most satisfaction? A half- glimpse of what what might possibly be a rhinosaurus hornbill or a face to face conversation with what definitely is a common sparrow? And if I see …

Borneo: For Memories

Afiq is super generous.  His jungle camp feels like staying at a friend’s house.  Our mid-dock suitcase/clothes exchange wasn’t the most efficient and we forgot shoes and long-sleeved shirts and flashlights and he shared his own with us.   We might think it’s strange that the cook keeps the door to the kitchen locked while …