I fly to Bangkok today. Without Pa. He says Bea is missing him, and that it’s spring training. Truth is, I think he’s homesick. Since...

We’d read about George Town’s incredible food. For its size, it’s reputed to be the equal of Bangkok, Saigon, Hanoi and other great...

We never intended to stay long in Kuala Lumpur. It’s a big city - sleek and modern. Not Dubai by any means, but not where we wanted to...

Pa and I spent the evening looking at photos. As beautiful as Nepal is, time and again we returned to the faces. So many are compelling,...

A few days after Pa and I arrived, I asked Roshini if there was a school nearby. An obvious question as every morning at breakfast were...

Pa and I had been encouraged by many to visit Bhaktapur. Known as Khwopa by the Newari, it’s the cultural capital of Nepal and dates...

Today we’re going to learn to make momos. A steamed filled dumpling, sometimes deep fried, momos are everywhere in Nepal. Some foods you...

Pa and I were invited to the Jacaranda for mid-afternoon momos and beer. Marco, our friend from Germany would be there. His friend...

Luisa, a young German woman, arrived at Swagat the evening Pa and I returned from Green Chwadi. A naturopath by training, she’d come to...

We’re back in Kathmandu, in the comfort of Swagat Homestay and the good company of Sugat, Roshani, and the children. It will be a while,...

What makes Green Chwadi unique, perhaps in all of Nepal, is the extent to which it embraces the indigenous communities around it, and the...

Pa and I were trained to lawyer, a useful skill at times, but a limited way of being in the world when all is said and done. I sometimes...

Up the river 1 km from Green Chwadi is a bridge. Cross over and within a few hundred yards you’re at the entrance to a vast protected...

Our first evening at Green Chwadi, only the sounds of birds disturbed the silence. We arrived in the afternoon from Pokhara aboard Buddha...

And some might ask, “What can one learn in four days?” Of resilience and survival, on the street, everyday, a single ear of corn at a...

We met Mr. Vishnu as planned, next to the scooter he’d secured for the day. Unlocking the tandem seat, he removed the only helmet and...

Shortly after 7, and before Pa and I had a chance to stretch, Probin yelled up, “Fred, I’ve got your masala tea.” A minute later he was...

There was an early morning haze over the mountains forecasting rain, or perhaps change. After breakfast Shasi, who owns and operates...

Monday was Holi, the Festival of Colours day. Had we known before planning our visit to Bandipur, we would have remained another day in...

It wasn’t an issue for Pa, but I needed to prepare. No food after lunch the day before. No fluids after 6PM. I was faithful to the...