Terra Arcadia

It didn't make a sound. My phone sliced through the surface of the canal like an Olympic diver scoring a perfect 10. The canal was the ...

“Feelip, Feelip! Bas cam!” A never-fail recipe for wholesale disorientation is to be awoken in the middle of the night by someon...

     You know that old Scottish song that goes, "You take the high road and I'll take the low road..."? You want to ta...

Herein lies a convoluted tale of, yes, donkeys, and of gummi bears, and of Mt Everest, but it is not what you are picturing, because it...

As my focus has been on my other blogs since our return from our around the world trip, t his blog has been snoozing. I'll re-post ...

Alex was grinning. “Yes, sometimes the punks are throwing bottles at the police!” Alex, a tall young man with a ponytail who probably sh...

“Let's go to the rat temple.” That's what Paul said. We all looked up from our postcard writing and guidebook reading, “...