Part of the reason I stayed so long in Bangkok (besides the wonderful people) was I was terrified to cross the infamous Thailand-Cambodia border at Poipet.I was right to be scared.
“This is NOT the border,” said Thomas. “We asked the tuk-tuk to take us to the Cambodian border and this is NOT the border.”
The man in the suit grew exasperated. “This IS the border, sir. Here– here is [...Read More!]
Flying over Nevada and Utah, you see a moonscape. Nothingness. Dry, crusty, brown-gray ripples of empty. This has always sent a sizzling thrill down my spine because in Boston, everything is built up, peopled, poofed out with trees. It’s colonized, utterly. But when you fly over the middle and West of our country you remember: there IS a lot of SPACE out here! Perspective.All this is made much more [...Read More!]
Being commitment-terrified, I planned initially to do this Round the World stint through last-minute-purchased one-way legs along the way. Stumbling, sunburned, at 11pm to a travel agency in Cambodia to purchase a trip to Iran the next day? Perfect. Thus, on the recommendation of my sweet brother, I opened the homepage for STA Travel (a student/teacher discount hub), trolling for one way tickets from Boston to Bangkok. (See subsequent post [...Read More!]