The horses were ridden by young men who took pride in their churning of dust and wild yelps as they flailed their whips. The smells of the bazaar, dust, dung, and humanity, hung in the air. Older men cleared a path for Read more…
The only glow in the room was the blue light from my Kindle. As I read, a tingle went up my spine. As I traveled up the Tekes Valley, I had watched the signs from the front seat of the small van. Read more…
Miran is a first millennium CE city, now in ruins. It is situated in the far southeastern corner of the Tarim Basin. The first European intrepid explorer to mention this city was Nicolai Prejevalsky after he saw it in 1876. In Read more…
It is the highest natural arch in the world. Or is it? Even now, the remote arch, tucked away in the mountains northwest of Kashgar, is debated. As the widest arch, the longest and the most number of arches are claimed by Read more…
One of my first camel rides was in Egypt, around New Year’s 1984. We had gone to the Pyramids on a blustery cold day accompanied by my mother. She was in her late fifties at the time, but only hesitated momentarily. There Read more…
Even before I ever made it to Turkestan, traveling in Tibet made me recognize the position of minorities in China. Although the founding principles of the People’s Republic was that it was made up of many equal nationalities, the reality is Read more…
The Chinese phrase ‘mei you’ is literally translated into English as ‘there isn’t any.’ But it is used in Chinese to mean ‘no.’ In 1987 traveling to Tibet and Xinjiang, I was among the first modern travelers to these places in Read more…
To explore is to go where one has not been before. To broaden this out, to ‘go where no man has gone before,’ which is, of course, the mission of Star Trek, the ultimate exploratory mission of mankind. But the idea is Read more…
Here is a list of questions that readers can use in discussing this book. Although this is a light-hearted cozy mystery, there are many issues that Very deals with in the course of the book. Very’s mother is deceased, but she Read more…
The smell is the first thing that smacks one in the face when entering the shop on Eye Street. Frozen metal with a heavy dollop of sugar. Sweet, cold, unmistakably ice cream. There has never been a time in my life when Read more…