I’ve found myself on an island somewhere in the middle of the Indian Ocean in a country most people couldn’t point out on a map much less have even heard of. I don’t really know how but here I am. It all happened quite fast. It was Christmas night and rain thrashed on my window in my dark room as I watched silent lightning illuminate white amorphous and pulsing light beyond a black oceanic abyss west of Colombo. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Travel Literature
The Sultry Lady
She was a feisty and devastatingly beautiful 4’11” Puerto Rican girl from Brooklyn in New York City. So delicate and soft in her appearance but had the fight to chop down the most powerful of men if she felt even slightly crossed. Continue reading
DOH
It was still the dark before morning when I walked into one of the terminals of DXB. Dawn had yet to break and dusk will have faded into the darkness of the night by the time I land in Colombo. Continue reading
Where fire fell
“Swim dis way! C’ mon!” This crazy Hawaiian in a sarong whom I paid 20 bucks to take me out surfing at night says. It’s my very first time on a surfboard and I’m on my belly paddling as hard as I can in warm black water. “We need to swim past dat jetty and stay dher. Dah tide will keep pulling us back.” We’ve stopped and I’ve propped myself up to sit on the surfboard. I’ve never quite experienced anything like this. There’s so much activity, so many lights on the shore from towering hotels. So many starbursts from far off boats out on the horizon. Yet it’s quiet and hear only the sound of gentle waters. I wonder for a split moment if this is what paradise in outer space would feel like. Continue reading
My own graphic design.
Personally I have no graphic design experience but the process of creating something that would go onto my site was actually quite fun and challenging. I wanted to go for simplicity and as my first professor at ASU told me “simplicity is often the most complex thing to achieve.” Continue reading
Sino-Portuguese
The past 12 hours found myself wandering through one Chinese luxury mega casino after another Chinese luxury mega resort. When I first arrived on the island I simply thought it was like a more humid and naturally lush Chinese Vegas, put crudely. Gambling resorts aren’t that much different regardless of where they are in the world.
Each Chinese luxury mega resort comes replete with several large, aesthetically pleasing constructed illusions meant to awe. Usually these grand and beautiful areas are packed with people milling around and mindlessly taking pictures but here I am, the only lonely soul around. Alone and dwarfed by this massive hall of glamour in a fusional world of Sino-Portuguese history and ambition. Continue reading
Where was I in November?
Where have I been? Someone asked me where I was and why I hadn’t added any new content to my site for the month of November. Well over the course of this month I’ve been hard at work writing just a few words. Continue reading
