Journey into the Rose City

We had avoided zig-zig in Aqaba and begun piloting our little spam can up an hour and a half towards the fabled Rose City hidden in the dusty valleys of Jordan. Several millennia have passed since this city was first inhabited, yet the feeling of awe that struck the lungs of Roman conquerors is the… Continue reading Journey into the Rose City

Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Well, perhaps not the armpit. Some people really like this part of Portugal. Some people also like licking armpits. I am neither of those people. And I suppose an armpit in winter is far more curvy and elegant than it is in the summer. For me, this armpit was hot, sweaty, and reeking of rotten… Continue reading Hitching Portugal’s Armpit

Cruising Northern Portugal

When we last met, I was heading through the rain on a bus down from Vigo on the Spain-Portugal border. Portugal, land of charred octopus, grandiose rock beaches and abandoned houses. Spain's smaller cohabitant of the Iberian peninsula offers a lot in a small stretch of land, and I intended to see as much of… Continue reading Cruising Northern Portugal