The taxi driver and the barkeeper, two opposing views on Cuba
I’ve taken a cab just a very few times in my life, but this one from Havana to Trinidad will be worth it. More than a journey, the four hour route becomes a…
Osaka, a darker approach to Japan
It’s very very early in Namba Station. My legs are rustling after a seven hour incarceration in a night bus. It’s the only option to cross Japan on a…
Elemental lessons of a man on the move
Adventure requires courage. Travelling requires guts. Doing just that for a living is a precious treasure and a massive load. Although travelling is mostly…
South Korea, when modernity still surprises you
It’s a marvelous thing to feel a cold breeze after six months in Southeast Asia. The idyllic warm and sunny paradise vacations soon become a burden for most…
West Kalimantan, the place that time forgot
The warm Pontianak air hit me with a hard, humid slap. Touts jostled for attention at Bandara Supadio, vying for my money. I flew in from Kuching, my home city…
They used to call me Pineapple
There are several ways of travelling and scarce ways of remaining in a nation’s conscience. But I did for more than 45 years. Here’s my story. They used…