New York Street at Day

Moving to New York!

I’m moving to New York tomorrow. I start with that simple statement because as I write this I’ll keep looking at it and hopefully it’ll finally sink in that it’s actually happening. It’s been months (or what feels like months) of paperwork and documents and visa shenanigans and emails and calls with my HR department to…

Skulls inside Killing Fields Stupa

Enjoying the Sun at a Cambodian Site of Genocide

It was a glorious day of bright sunshine and fluffy blue clouds. Locals relaxed inside their shaded moped tuk-tuks or stood smiling beside carts of ice-cold water and Coke; tourists meandered around the streets, cameras swinging around their necks; even the man in the hostel couldn’t have been any more helpful this morning.  All in all, I…

Moroccan Local in Cart

The 5 Discounts Offered by Moroccan Street Hawkers

Street hawkers, also known as street sellers, street vendors, and the most godforsaken spawn of satan ever to walk the earth, are rampant in Morocco, especially the main tourist cities of Marrakech and Fez. At first I was polite, then turned to ignoring them, then I noticed something: these street traders kept coming back to the same rehearsed…

Cambodia Capital Riverside

A Drowning Man in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

I was standing along the water’s edge in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, talking to a man with an intimate relationship with his mother, when a man in the river started screaming, “I’m drowning! I’m drowning! Somebody please help me, I’m going to die!” All at once, several things crossed my mind. I thought, Holy shit, this is…