Hair There and Everywhere
Aug 16, 2013
Like I thought it would be, I overpaid for my haircut again.
Life is not easy for a wandering damsel with fast-growing hair. The locks grow so unglamorously long before you finish saying “hair salon.” Worse, not every salon would even want to cut your hair---even if you offer them a million kisses.
Once in South Sudan, I spent an hour with a poor Dinka driver looking for a salon willing to snip my locks. Most of them shooed me off in disgust: “What’s wrong with you? You have very nice hair and you want to cut it off? You are mad!” (Now if you call waist-length frizzy hair growing blond at the tips because of split ends “nice,” then so be it, but I don’t have Rapunzel illusions.) One woman at an empty parlor actually glared creepily at me and quietly said, “I won’t commit a crime. See if one of those barbers next door will.” I got an ‘80s shaggy cut from one of the Kenyan barbers after I bribed him I’d give his brother a new set of crutches if he gives in to my whim.
In Thailand I found my perfect hairdresser. But it came with risks.
Take A Leap of Faith (Abridged)
Mar 19, 2013
To my future child,
I am not certain whether or not you are fortunate to have me as a parent. To many people’s eyes, I am a nomad, a wanderer, a free spirit---one with a rootless existence. To some, I am a rebel for I choose to defy conventions and live life as I feel it should be lived. But to a few, I am a person of infinite passions, an individual who makes things happen because I choose to live my dreams.
I am a traveler, my child. And you have to understand that a traveler cannot give you all the material possessions your heart desires. All I have is a wealth of memories and wisdom that I have carefully tucked in my heart, so when you come into this world, I will be able to let you experience what really matters in life.
The Great African Love Bus
Mar 16, 2013
Welcome to He Says, She Says Sundays! A battle of the sexes. Two different opinions on a jointly enjoyed experience! Have fun reading them both!
Even before we became an item, Dilman and I were tickled by this idea of a road trip around Africa, filming our experiences along the way in the hopes of baking a mean documentary and whipping a bestseller. You know, two strangers travelling together for six months. Will they fall in love or beg the gods to not let their paths cross ever again? Weave in the inter-racial thread in the picture, and you get yourself a money-making venture, people!
Well, the universe had other plans. Cupid got to us first before the road trip materialized. But that didn’t mean we had totally abandoned it. When the opportunity presented itself, we jumped into the Love Bus from the shores of Lake Victoria to the coast of Mombasa. Our imaginations were drenched in thoughts of cuddling at the back of the bus, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears while the whole world was asleep (except the driver). You know, the kind of things that normally make you cringe but can get away with when you’re travelling in a foreign country.
Love and Prejudice
Feb 16, 2013
|Kathmandu Aiport by ozalp|
I instantly spotted him among the thick crowd in the waiting room, sitting on the bench, his nose buried in the book.
“My Imaginary Girlfriend.”
I smiled. This must be him.
He seemed lost in his world, amidst the buzz of the airport. Unmindful of lovers parting, of old friends reuniting, of the curious glances from old men and mischievous giggles of young girls. For a moment, he furrowed his brow in a slight frown, then two dimples formed in his cheeks as he slightly laughed and shook his head. Still engrossed in the book. Ah, such a beautiful face. My pulse raced.
This better be him.
“I believe you are waiting for me?”