The Ties that Bind

It’s October of 1987 and I’m anxiously waiting in the “poste restante” line of the Singapore post office – two months and untold miles into my worldwide backpacking trip — absolutely starving for word from home.   Back in the day – well before email, texting and twittering downsized our world – the only…

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Showdown in the Himalayas

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you couldn’t move forward and you couldn’t go back? Well try standing on a rickety suspension bridge, 200 feet above an ice-cold river, with a herd of Nepalese oxen bearing down on you! The year is 1987 and I’m 10 days into my 3-week Nepalese trek…

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