Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – By the time we arrived in Bukhara it was late afternoon, the midday sun casting large shadows, we scurried around to catch a glance around before the end of day. Geeking out at the patterned mosaic facades, we inadvertently entered a Kukeldash Madrasah; turned hawkers market. I was less interested the merchant trying to sell us silk scarves; a large number imports from India. My eyes escaped passed (the dilapidated soviet era frescos) to the original domed ceilings for most of our visit.
India (March, 1998) – We woke up super early to catch a ride up to Tiger Hill before sunrise for a view of both Mount Everest and K2. I don't believe I had ever been so cold in my life, despite growing up in Canada. Darjeeling's humidity is due the elevation of the clouds, which meant being chilly in addition to sticky. On our way back down from a gloomy morning and minimal views of the majestic mountain ranges, we chanced upon a boisterous group of children on their way to school.
Mexico (November, 2017) – We peregrinated the charming city streets, amusing ourselves in the wealth of Oaxacan culture. After a light lunch; we stumbled upon a mezcaleria which I'm sure heightened the adventures and our afternoon rendezvous with a caravan of Catrina's. The afternoon left me dazzled by the myriad of artisans and their beautiful curiosities.
France (April, 2010) – I arrived without warning; sporting silver flip-flops to a rather chilly 8°C. My runners and jacket lost to an arduous adventure 11-hours (flight) south on the world map. Shoes shopping in Paris is a rather serious and dangerous affair; but after a month in Africa discovering outrageous fauna, flora, a pirate or two and the jungle mafia - it was the nostalgic welcome home I really needed.






