The immigration officer is polite and apologetic but what he’s asking doesn’t change. “Please, miss, I’m going to have to ask you to disembark.” Continue reading “Last Legs: Gap Year Week 36”
When we’re stuck in a traffic jam leaving Ljubljana, hugging a highway curve along with hundreds of other annoyed cars, I send a picture of our next destination to a friend of mine.
damnn, he texts. it’s like something from tolkien Continue reading “Mountains in the Mist: Gap Year Week 34, Part 2”
For the last eight years now, my family and I have rung in every new rotation of the sun in Bangalore. New Year’s Eve there is not just a tradition—it’s a certainty, and to suggest anywhere else for the celebration feels vaguely blasphemous. Continue reading “Burning Bright: Gap Year Week 24”
After Delhi, I went to Calcutta. My mother had her 25th college reunion, and I met my family there for two slow days in the city. Continue reading “To Calcutta and Beyond: Gap Year Week 23”
I’m not in Singapore anymore. Two weeks ago, I said good-bye to my parents at the airportand left for Sri Lanka. I will admit a certain lack of novelty in the destination: this is my second time in the country this gap year, after a weeklong family holiday back in June. Continue reading “Diving Deep: Gap Year Week 19”
Barely a week had passed, and here I was again, escaping the city. We had left early that morning, loading bikes into the van and driving in a sleepy haze out, out, out. It was a familiar relief to leave Ho Chi Minh City and urban life behind again—emerging into green paddyfields, open skies.
Continue reading “On the Road: Gap Year Week 15”