The Unknown

As I stood at the sink of the hut doing the breakfast dishes on our last day of trekking, I asked the woman standing next to me, a Danish mother of an 8 month old baby, what their plans were for the day.  Expecting to hear, “heading out”, “going to see the lake” or something similarly safe, I was moderately surprised when she replied, “Heading to MacKenzie”, a trekking hut some 12 kilometers over a moderately steep alpine pass away. Read more

At Home in a Foreign Land

Travel in Asia is hard, really hard. There are a number of aspects which began to wear on us after a while – the different conception of personal space, a near constant jockeying to get in front of the next person wether it be on the road or in a shop or waiting for a table. The myriad of different languages and dialects makes being able to speak more than a few words nearly impossible and charades necessary to conveyRead more