Picture yourself sitting in a train station, airport, ferry dock, or somewhere similar, with hordes of people going about their business. They’re boarding, disembarking, buzzing, or like you, they’re waiting. Endlessly waiting.One of the travel realities that’s rarely revealed is the amount of waiting that accompanies every type of journey.
Photos: authorBaxter Jackson weighs in on too many years in Oman.1.You get resentful when you actually have to work.2.You use your hazard lights more than your indicators.3.You don’t consider the table fully set until there’s a box of Kleenex on it.4.You think that double and triple parking is ok when you can’t find a spot right next to the door.
Photos by the author.Notes and photos from Divya Srinivasan, a student in Mumbai and frequent Matador contributor.The train began to move and my friends ran along. They were almost jogging and I watched as the train overtook them, watched my mom stand and watch me go.Soon they were all out of sight and so was the station platform.
Expat Mary Richardson’s visit with Mr. Furuda does not turn out as expected.Garfield the Cat greeted me at the door. He was suction-cupped to the glass, and I checked the sign again to be sure I was at the right place.San Francisco Café.Yes, this was it. I entered looking for Mr. Furuda, the fortune-teller.
A couple of weeks away from visiting Neruda’s house, David Miller wonders what ever happened to travel poetry.It all started with Neruda. Ten summers ago I read Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon, a bilingual edition translated by Stephen Mitchell.At the time I knew nothing about Neruda or the way poetry and language could ‘define’ a place in time.
English teacher Anne Hoffman brings us into her world.YOU ARE: hair askew, cigarette hanging from mouth, sandals on tanned feet. Working out this whole English thing. Writing in your notebook, the cityscape behind you. Coffee to your left.You’re like a poster of a 60s Latin American radical, a café terrorist.
A Warao child plays in the government water collection lids.Paddling into the heart of Venezuela, Robin Esrock discovers beauty, bugs, and a bad case of jungle fever.The morning was nigh for a week long jungle adventure deep into the heart of Venezuela’s Orinoco Delta.We’d be leaving at 5am, packing light into dry bags.
A country of four mountain ranges, two long coastlines, and desert, Morocco doesn’t need to try very hard to be diverse in its culinary arts, sacred spots, and romantic settings.Tasty CuisineRabat and Fez are the best places for serious culinary explorations. While Rabat is the most modern and comfortable Moroccan city, Fez is traditional and fascinating.
Photo courtesy of Barbara HicksLisa Lubin explains how to enjoy a week of good wine and great conversation in the heart of Spain – for free.Habla Ingles??What if I told you that I just had a whole week’s vacation in a four-star villa in a small, beautiful village near Salamanca, Spain and it included three full meals a day with wine and it came with about forty new best friends …all for free?
Robert Hirschfield reflects on the absence of words between two travelers and how that too can be a kind of presence.WE COULD HAVE have had an interesting conversation. I am sure of it.When you share a month of silence with someone, each of you sitting behind your own banged up tin bowl of sugar, something profound happens.
What are the implications of growing up reading about characters who are nothing like you?Lola sent this to me yesterday. It’s a great talk by Nigerian writer Chimamanda Adichie. She speaks about how vulnerable and impressionable children are as young readers.She explains how she began reading at an early age.
I live in the world rather as a spectator of mankind than as one of the species.–Joseph Addison, essayist and poet (1672-1719)I AM A VOYEUSE. I have been a watcher since I was five and my mother went mad in our kitchen.Her terrible wordless singing carried into the bedroom. I turned the pages of a coloring book slowly, my eyes tethered to a bunny, a white house, a parrot in a tree.