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One Week in the Big Q


The journey back to Hong Kong, through immigration and Covid testing, was long and boring, but that was really just the warm-up. After one week in the official Q and one week to go, I am certain of a few... Continue Reading →

the good, the bad, the Baliful


Solo travel looks glamourous. For a woman, it also probably seems quite dangerous, and scary, and a bad idea, and who's going to take all those super-posed pics of me walking into a sunset or staring off into the distance... Continue Reading →

34: hashtag blessed


For the last few years, I have written birthday blog posts filling out the same set of questions each time, so I can look back each year and feel what it was to be me in that moment. A time... Continue Reading →

Girl Gone Gili (your girl is in Indonesia)


It was hard to hug Jeanie goodbye - living abroad, one of the weird ways your heart has to grow is to learn how to say goodbye to people for real, knowing that there is a very real chance you... Continue Reading →

Lombock to the Future (your girl is in indonesia)


Ten years ago I was going through a thing - I was working at an awesome weekly newspaper in my college town, waiting tables, living the dream. I danced downtown Tuesday through Saturday and in drum circles and at sunsets... Continue Reading →

Philippines: boats and stars and things still go wrong


My life is a lot of accidentally doing things the hardest way possible. With an all-star cast of strange characters. A sprinkling of mishap. A lot of "well, at least this will all be a very funny story in a... Continue Reading →

Regular Trains, Sushi Trains, Bullet Trains, oh my


There is an English idiom, 'like riding a bike,' that I got to try out in a few ways on this trip. I was literally riding a bike around rice paddies and down busy streets with opposite traffic laws, and... Continue Reading →

The Land of the Rising Sun – Days 1 and 2


‘This is brilliant. This is . . . this is either the best idea or the worst idea i have ever had. Either way . . . heaps of fun at the moment. And probably a really good story later.’... Continue Reading →

R2HK: Alis volat propiis


Here goes my flight. Here I sit in the airport. Bags are checked. I am not sure what I’ve forgotten yet. My 'last supper' was Zachary's deep dish pizza, salad with ranch dressing, wine, and my puppies in the backyard.... Continue Reading →

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