Tens of thousands of people converge every evening on the Ganges River as it flows through the city of Haridwar, and I was lucky enough to see it. The primary goal may be a dip in the water of the holy Ganges, but the gathering is an impressive combination of fire and water, of chants…
Category: Postcards
The Children at the Parade
Did these kids feel left out? Or maybe we were their parade?
Sunset on Mars
My experience has been that people differ from each other more than landscapes, but every so often I encounter something really unusual, as with this sunset in the Sonoran Desert. (It’s not really from Mars.)
Amazing Jaipur, India (And Wisps of the Ancient Indus Valley)
Walk through Jaipur’s flamboyant celebration of life and you’ll encounter modernity infused with wisps of the ancient Indus Valley civilization. Here more than anywhere else, I felt the presence of the past permeating daily life.
On Going Places and Staying Still
Indians are great at going places. They’re also great at staying still. Is there a lesson here?
My New Home Away From Home is a Palace in Jaipur, India
Raj Palace, a hotel in Jaipur, India, outshines any available adjectives. Stunning. Luxurious. Elegant. Memorable. Tranquil. Historical. Regal. Those are all accurate, but hardly sufficient., because…
India’s Ordered Chaos (or, It’s a Jungle Up There)
A more open-minded look suggests that understanding India — comprised of nearly 1.5 billion people and built on nearly 7,000 years of history — demands more than a casual glance…
The Mischievous Monkeys of Morocco
Drive a couple hours from the fascinating city of Fes and you’ll get to the Middle Atlas Mountains. There in the foothills lie such historic cities as Sefrou and Bhalil, and, in the mountains themselves, “Africa’s Little Switzerland,” Ifrane. And Barbary macaque monkeys. All over the place. These adorable if aggressive creatures, Africa’s only super-Saharan…
The Workers in Morocco (Or: Where do things come from?)
To wander the streets of Morocco is to see where things come from: Behind everyday items lie generations of talent and experience, and hours of hard work.
My Police Escort (But Why?)
Our tour through the historical city of Sefrou included a police escort: along the main road, into the Jewish cemetery, through the medina (old city) — everywhere. But why? We were two unassuming tourists, accompanied by a licensed local guide and a professional driver, the same configuration as everywhere else we visited. And while police…