Well, there’s not much going on here in Raja Ampat. Well, besides getting circled by sharks. But I already told you about that. I mean,…
Papua. Raja Ampat. Just the names of these places conjured up dreams of adventure, the unknown, the unexplored. When I found out that it was…
I write these words to you on the front porch of my bungalow, waves gently lapping down below. Butterflies as big as birds fly around…
What a day! I write this at the end of a very long twelve-hour day. An exasperating day, one of those horror stories of Asian…
Somehow, I seem to be developing a habit when I travel. That is the adventure of being driven to ATM machines on the back of…
