One day during our week in Amsterdam, we all took a day trip to nearby Apeldoorn. This is the hometown of one of my coworkers, Karim, and at the time, he still lived there.
Last July, my team at work had a week-long meetup in Amsterdam. We stayed in a place called the Monk Apartments, which was just on the edge of the red light district – a bit awkward with your coworkers.
The night bus, like all night buses, made about five stops, including a lengthy dinner stop, before it finally got going. It also got stuck in the snowy mountain pass and we had to wait for the machine to crawl through and clear the road.
We pulled up to a fancy hotel that was under construction. M handed each of us a liter of bottled water, then led us through the building to a courtyard by a plunge pool, ringed with blue-and-white-striped tents over chaise lounges, and behind it was the full-out freaking Sahara, its big bright orange dunes cutting […]
The next morning, R and I were in the dark lobby at 6:00am. So were two pretty young women, who introduced themselves to us as D and V, nurses from Dublin. As some dudes led the four of us across the deserted early morning Djemma el-Fna, D and V told us that they’d been in […]
Tuesday morning, R and I were at the train station bright and early, having bought our tickets, checked the board and found the correct platform. We were over an hour early, but it was a beautiful day, we’d had breakfast, and we felt very pleased with ourselves overall.
I was at a goodbye brunch with friends when R called, having just realized that our flight from London to Fez, which we thought was a day after we arrived in London, in fact departed the same afternoon we arrived, meaning we would spend the day crossing from Heathrow to Stanstead, and arrive in Fez […]
I recently visited LA for the first time ever. I visited a friend over the Columbus Day weekend, and, while apparently three weeks to a month is plenty of time for me to make sweeping, authoritative observations about entire countries, I don’t feel like five days qualifies me to say anything about LA. So, I’ll […]
Around midnight on Wednesday, June 10th, just past the Tennessee border at Bristol, a stopped line of cars stretched over the horizon line. But this stopped traffic jam differed from most: in amongst the impassive truckers, the drivers and passengers of these stopped cars were partying.
Well, dear readers, I have returned home to the bosom of my family. No doubt this might seem abrupt; however, I had no definite plans for when my trip would be over. I figured I’d know when it was time, and in Penang, I realized it was time.