There are at least three stories I can tell you of India. One is of magic and warmth, colors and sunlight. Of a land that was once called the jewel in the crown of the British Empire in reference to its beauty and bounty. One is of chaos. Of a massive population and a flawed infrastructure that has collapsed under the weight. And one is of hardship. Of a hard and sometimes cruel world. ONE Itâ€™s 6:30am and I grumpily hit snooze on my alarm. But even semi-wakefulness brings an awareness of the sounds of Jodhpur. Clip clop. Clip clop.
The Bajau Laut are a stateless tribe living off the coast of East Malaysia. They have no country citizenship (although Malaysia has a program for them if they are willing to send their children
I could have hit my head or my neck. I could have been kicked by the spooked horse, or stomped on. I’m lucky. I know that. But the pain of bumping along dirt roads and
After a massive adventure and hangover the day before, and feeling just a little antsy for some alone time (since I’d been traveling nearly 24/7 with my guide and driver) I may have felt a