Adventures in Responsible Tourism

Over these past six months of travel I’ve grown accustomed to many things I thought I never would.  Non-potable water.  Raw meat sold on street corners.  Stray dogs that lunge and snarl at me when I’m out for a run.  The filth and the confusion and the foreign languages…My eyes and ears glaze over these…

My Sister Overseas

I wish you could see us. Three not-small westerners on a motorbike – me sandwiched in the middle, my feet pressing into the tops of David’s while he tries to make himself comfortable on the few inches of seat we’ve left him at the rear.  “You just have to push your way through!” My sister…