As of August 2019, back at home after six months on the road through Asia and Europe.
I went down to the spare bedroom tonight to try to find a book (Midshipman’s Hope, Feintuch if you were wondering), and
Preamble: Every once in a while, I like to play a little game; I get four friends to supply four random, single digit numbers.
Habana is not all about beaches, music, and dancing. It’s also tragically, inexorably crumbling in front of our eyes.
I’ve never ascribed to the notion of “dance like no one’s watching.” A bit to new-agey for my liking.
A walk across the Bosporus Istanbul has a split personality; one side is modern, vibrant, bustling, the other, ancient, histor
