Author Archives: Sarah
“Everything around you that you call life was made up by people that were no smarter than you, and you can change it.”
Sip cheap beer and watch cinematic sunsets. Eat sweet corn and do beach yoga. But don’t go for a run.
I’ve been in Africa for four months now, but impressions from my first 24 hours in the region have been the most telling.
On the road — from Lesotho, to the Drakensburgs in South Africa, by way of cherry farm pitstops and lasagna ambitions.
Today, I’m back in Cleveland. But one month ago, Bali was home. I was briefly retired; scuba diving, surfing and yoga’ing my way around the island and its waters. Three months ago, I was convincing travelers their lives were safe in my hands and leading tours across Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia and Singapore. It’s […]
I’m going to India. Now, I’m known for saying things like that. I’m traveling the perimeter of Ireland this year. I’m changing the face (pun not intended) of limestone karst conservation in Vietnam. I’m becoming a motorbike taxi driver in Thailand; a scorpion wrangler in Malaysia. I really am going to India, though. In April. […]
The first time I saw the Andaman Sea’s waters, it gave me chills — all of those blues. I sat in the sand and tried to categorize the shades of blues and greens and aquas in front of me. I settled on turquoise, but that’s too generic and being unable to classify the shades is still […]
Because I’ve been chuckling to myself and I need to share. 1. Skyping with family. I’ve been tracking developments back home. Dad’s rediscovered an accordion in the basement. My gorgeous sister Jeannette has cut her hair extremely short. It keeps me up at night. All I can do is groan about it. Meanwhile, her best friends […]
I just needed to get the shoulder strap on my backpack sewed back on. This is a task I thought would take awhile. But just around the block from our hotel near Khao San Road (the famous hedonistic and now commercialized backpacker street in Bangkok), there’s a little elderly Thai lady with a sewing machine […]
“Hey lady, tuk-tuk?” I hear from behind me, as I power walk my way down Street 134 in Phnom Penh. It comes from a pudgy, smiling Cambodian (Khmer) man, lounging in the backseat of his tuk-tuk. I turn around with a wide smile. Smiling is instinctual for me in Cambodia – a country with the most […]