Tag: making friends while traveling


  • Boka of the Red Sea

    I was staying in a tent on the roof of the Carmine Hotel in Dahab when I met Boka. I’d been in Egypt for three or four days, and he offered to take me to the best fried chicken joint around once he learned I was American and had, in fact, been craving fried chicken…

  • Two Bags (Part 2)

    Sometimes I see workspace views from other writers and feel envious. The beautiful window scenery – maybe an Amsterdam canal or the picturesque Scottish green. These writers have their books stacked perfectly, their maple-scented candle burning. I imagine them getting up at dawn to make their routine coffee or tea of choice, and sitting down…

  • I often think about the vast differences in human perception. All 8 billion of us live on the same planet; we see the same sun, moon, and stars. We all breathe oxygen and we all bleed red. But our experiences are seen through different personalities, insights, and tastes. I love hearing stories from others –…

  • Istanbul, to me, is a city that could conduct a lecture on un-photographable moments. Maybe if I were a more experienced photographer, the snapshot images that I have in my head of Istanbul would exist as tangible photographs. But since pictures can only convey a certain percentage of emotion, I don’t think even the best…