To take nothing but photographs, and leave nothing but footprints.
Where in the World is Alice
I'm currently in Kathmandu and just had a once-in-a-lifetime experience on board Buddha Air flying over the highest mountain in the world: Mount Everest or Sagarmatha or Holy Mountain. Five days ago I tried to take a flight over Mt Everest, but all flights to the mountains got cancelled. I tried again today and my persistent paid off. It was a freaking amazing experience. The best birthday gift to myself.
My sister and I were supposed to leave for a European Study Tour on Monday, Sept. 13, 2010. But this trip did not materialize. Our itinerary supposedly included a visit to Munich, Prague, Krakow, Warsaw and Medjugorje, and to see the ‘Passion Play’ at Oberammergau. Yes, we’re among the hundreds of travelers who have fallen prey to Mr. Francis (Frank) Gonzales DBA: American Academy of Family Medicine travelscam.
BUSINESS NAME: Gonzales, Francis MD - American Academy-Family Mdcn (AAFM)
TELEPHONE NO: (714) 432-7000
ADDRESS: 1525 Mesa Verde Dr E, #203, Costa Mesa, CA 92626
In retrospect, Mr. Gonzales and the American Academy of Family Medicine’s practices were telling signs of a possible travel scam. So my goal is to share some of the lessons that can be learned from this whole experience. I’ll spare you from having to read the details on how we got…
I hope my first few articles somehow gave you some ideas on how to stretch your travel budget. Now that I have the practical talk out of the way, I hope I can share some thoughts and hopefully provide the inspiration you need to embark on your own journey. On that note, I would like to share a poem written by my niece, Rachelle Cruz – a poem inspired by our trip to Spain.
At La Casa Botin, we suck tentacles stewed in a pocket of hunger.
We learn Hemingway dipped his pen in this hunger.
Duende bird of ink, your house of deep song and fortress,
where even cats listen, stray from their hunger.
Sevilla, she swirls her mantón around arms, claps,
even dance won’t defy history or Spanish Hunger.
There’s a lover in California folding his dress socks, straightening
his bookshelf, a mouth in absence won’t satisfy hunger.
She tastes her finger of ink from the latticed bowl,
I imagine we are descendants of this hunger.
Each of us experiences hunger in a different way. It was not until our …
Overwhelmed by thousands of images and impressions, I could not find enough words to describe the five days I spent in the Amazon.Words could not paint the picture of the vastness of the Amazon River, the changing color of the sky, the thousand trees and plants, and the sounds from secret places I had never known.This trip made me understand the true meaning of the Asian proverb I read in the frontispiece of Patricia Schultz’s book, “1,000 Places to See Before You Die” –Better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times. Day 1 It was raining when our plane touched down at CF Secada Vignetta Airport in Iquitos, the heart of the Amazon jungle.The rusting plane sitting off the runway caught my eye. The rain and the rusting plane were a subtle reminder we were in the Amazon jungle indeed – a rugged place.Our naturalist-guide, named Vics, was waiting for us at the airport.He did not give us a formal introduction and welcome until we got on the bus for another two-hour ride …