Category Archives: rtw

Here’s to traveling with old friends. Days, weeks, even months before our arrival in Istanbul we knew that we were going to Istanbul by the end of September. We had a pair of good friends to meet who were going … Continue reading →

I have a new theory when it comes to viewing touristy spots. Never go somewhere you’ve seen on film and expect the world. Go somewhere you’ve seen on postcards and expect the ordinary. That’s exactly what happened to me when … Continue reading →

My first few days in India are like living a dream. The sights are exceptional, often surreal. Just as I would expect in a dream. The chaos often makes more sense to my subconscious. Just as I would expect in … Continue reading →

I woke up to the sound of dragons breathing fire. Warm beneath my thick blanket I pried open my eyes to look around the cave. Hisako is still resting nearby but Cameron and Mai have gone out to check out … Continue reading →

Thanks to a worsening relations between Turkey and Israel it turned out our trip from Tel Aviv to Istanbul was going to put a wrench in the works for our plan to go from Cairo to London by land transport. … Continue reading →

“I’m sorry but you’ll have to leave that here or turn back,” stated the security guard. “This size knife isn’t allowed into the Temple Mount.” Arg… I had two options as the guard had so elegantly put it, give up … Continue reading →

I’m drawing a blank when trying to conjure up memories from the relatively recent past so I’m going to skip ahead in time, closer to my current activities and try and fill in the holes at a later date.  The sites, smells, … Continue reading →

The warm bed and welcoming smile of a nun with a head scarf on was a beautiful sight after the trials and tribulations of trying to get into Syria.  Down and out from rejected entries, expensive taxi rides, and general … Continue reading →

Travel has a lot of ups and downs and this story finds me at the bottom. Going to Syria from Jordan To go north or to go west were the options before us. Sitting in a small whitewashed hostel bedroom … Continue reading →

I hadn’t felt this swept up in antiquity since standing on the well engineered terraces of Macchu Picchu. Jerash, in northern Jordan, can go blow for blow with any ancient heavyweight out there. Seeing as how the most memorable heavyweight … Continue reading →