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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 →

Rachel to Hong Kong: 7 days to go


Today marks the first day of my last week stateside before I move to Hong Kong. As I keep saying, at some point I should probably start getting ready for that. I put in a good college try today -... Continue Reading →

therapy: hit and run/walk/get outside


I move to Hong Kong in two weeks, so it is entirely reasonable that people are starting to ask me if I'm ready. The short answer is "no." The long answer is "NoooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOOOooooo." There are about a million things to... Continue Reading →

therapy: a one way ticket. dogs.


The pictures confirmed the image I was forming of just how much smaller and more compact my life was going to be living in Hong Kong. They showed a tiny furnished bedroom, and a living room you could juuuust about... Continue Reading →

(nearly) all the rest of the photos and thoughts about Patagonia/Antarctica


Imagine the most rickety roller coaster ever. Now give it some drugs and Froot Loops. Now take away all it's sense of direction and safety and suspension and brakes. Now I want you to imagine that the ride lasts 2.5... Continue Reading →

Gringa Diaries – Paraguay: 1, Rachel: 0


After the late night silently waging social justice via facebook, I woke Friday morning to a slightly drizzly day, a fractured foot that barely worked, and no ambitions beyond the breakfast buffet. The infamous couple failed to show at breakfast,... Continue Reading →

Gringa Diaries: Dinner with the Devils


After a long day of hiking, which of course I had not brought sunscreen, bug spray, a map or water for, but managed to snap several hundred photos of the same waterfall that no one will ever look at but... Continue Reading →

Gringa DiariesÑ First of all, Mom, I{m fine.


So like, a word of advice 0 if you are traveling alone, especially as a woman in a foreign country, and you need directions somewhere, 10 out of 10 don}t ask the cute guy at reception. 10 out of 10... Continue Reading →

Gringa DiariesÑ There will be errors in this.


I am somewhere in a jungle in Argentina, at the intersection of Brazil, Paraguay, and Argentina, where a magical spot called Iguazu Falls (spelling based on home country) exists. It is one of the wonders of the world. And in... Continue Reading →

RinR: Amazon – Day 2 – Jungles, Piranhas, Shamans, oh my!


Let's take a minute to talk about our guide: The man, the myth, the legend, the self-proclaimed shaman Samir. Our very first night, my companions went to bed, but I decided to hang out at the shack and get the... Continue Reading →

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