Garlic Salt

Before I flew out of Shanghai, A asked me to do one thing for him. Please don't laugh at the Fujianese - everybody on my mission did . ...

We discussed love while rowing on a freshly painted boat on Phewa Lake in Nepal. He rowed. And I pretended I knew how to. In the far di...

Once upon a time, a little sheepish with guilt, I asked my boss if he thought I was taking too many days off to go on random backpacking tr...

I was raised by Filipino women. So for me going to the Philippines was like getting off the steam boat and arriving in an ancestral homelan...

We stood in our adolescent awkwardness, self-consciously tugging at our cling film-esque navy school swimming suits, while waiting for our ...

On a whim, we took the morning flight into Bagan and biked around the mystical land of 4000 temples. We rented bikes and zig-zagged o...

The best thing about backpacking in Myanmar during the curfews and the riots was that nobody else was. So there were virtually no lines at ...

He ran his fingers through his hair, shiny with grease, and brandished his practiced smile. Let me be your tour guide. Your bodyguard. Your...

Vengeful batons. Crippling strikes. Decaying acid. Consuming fires. That was the picture that our wedding hosts painted for us when we...