Chasing Ginsberg’s Ghost in Lima

An almost imperceptible shift of sound in the streets below stirred me from sleep in the unfamiliar San Isidro apartment. I squinted through a crack in the blinds, where yellowish lanterns like fireflies pierced encroaching mist under a dense, black sky. I smiled, then drifted back to sleep. When I woke again the fireflies were Read More …

A Lonely Fool and a Mirage in Tashkent

This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series Backpacking in Central Asia

“Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.” Will Durant.   Blinding light and stifling heat pushed against the curtains of the tall French doors. I awoke with a start.  Dazed from jetlag, I headed to the courtyard to fuel up for the first day of my journey, excited yet anxious. Read More …