When I travel, I search for opportunities to immerse myself in a new culture. The people, landscape, architecture, and history of a place reveal its stories.
On the road leaving Santiago, Cuba
“Loktak Aquamarine, Floating Homestay and Campsite – WELCOME” reads the sign nailed to a pole. The same words appear in Manipuri script above the English. An image of a tent, a deer, and water with large and small circles illustrate the experience. Next to the pole a dirt path leads down the steep embankment to the lake. At the bottom of the steep,15-foot path stands Ashok, a middle-aged man in a red plaid shirt, khaki pants, blue baseball cap, and rubber wading boots. Holding a long oar, he straddles two canoes strapped together to accommodate several passengers.
Eleven-year-old Safet Begic played with a friendly stray dog almost every day outside his family’s apartment between bombings by Serbian forces on Logavina Street in Sarajevo, Bosnia-Hercegovina’s capital. One day, when the shelling stopped, he went outside to play with his friend. The dog growled and snarled and chased him, despite his repeated attempts to pet her. So he went back inside. Moments later. a bomb fell in front of their apartment and killed the dog. He claims the dog saved his life. That was 1993.
I look for adventurous experiences, outside the norm, a bit edgy.