The Value of Self-Importance; or Hating, Then Loving, Canadians

We walked down a hill, past seated bulls flopping their tails, to a street that looked familiar, and up to where we were yesterday, near Govinda’s on Palace Road. I felt good from having showered and shaved, albeit sweaty. Jan told me about a friend of his who had a straight-blade shave by a guy… Continue reading The Value of Self-Importance; or Hating, Then Loving, Canadians

Adding Entropy to Experience in Udaipur

As I sat on the back of the large took-took, Jan sitting in the middle and the driver in the front, the beauty of travel struck me. A white-turbanned old man passed us on his scooter, we rolled past signs that said Eye Doctor and Lasik, and the town was abuzz on Friday night for… Continue reading Adding Entropy to Experience in Udaipur

Feeling the Heat in Pushkar

I woke up at 445 to catch the Shabtadi (Paradise) Express to Ajmer in Rajasthan. Despite heat, my sleep was deep and impartial. I dreamed softly of home amid the whir of the fan and the honk of motorcycles streaming from outside. I had fallen asleep at 830. I took a rickshaw to the train… Continue reading Feeling the Heat in Pushkar

Daniel Adler Back in Delhi

As the bus drove away from the whitecapped mountains, I remembered my veranda, and the sunsets and evenings I spent alone, or walking upstairs to Shira and Junko, or going to Tom Yam Thai, passing time, living, writing, eating, reading, all soft and shaded by orange gloaming or bright mountain sun. I’m already gone. Now… Continue reading Daniel Adler Back in Delhi

What I’ve Learned After Six Weeks In India

I am leaving my mountain view tomorrow. This has been my longest respite from active travelling in my four and a half months away from home. I spent two weeks in Tel Aviv, waiting for my Indian visa. I spent three and a half weeks in Dharamshala writing. I didn’t go to the big waterfall,… Continue reading What I’ve Learned After Six Weeks In India

Daniel Adler Gets a Better Sense of Reality

My legs felt strong after sitting all afternoon as I walked up the hill past the white lady, past the bald man, inhaling the smell of incense giving way to bull shit, then the bull, long black hairs on its penis and shit caked to its hind, I thought of what the 68-year old woman… Continue reading Daniel Adler Gets a Better Sense of Reality

Daniel Adler Explores Our Mythologizing the American West

 I wandered over to the internet cafe’s book rack and found a strange little book called This is the West. It was yellowed and in poor condition, the edges of its pages red. I wondered how it was intact– the binding was gone. I opened it and realized it’s a collection of essays, beautiful little… Continue reading Daniel Adler Explores Our Mythologizing the American West

What To Do With No Power In India

Today the power was out in Bhagsu. I managed to check my e-mail at Tom Yam Tai before Shira and Junko met me for lunch. Shira complained about the price and the amount of chicken in his green curry, but my pad thai was pretty good. We walked home to the patio, where Shira and… Continue reading What To Do With No Power In India

Oy Gevalt! Still, With These Israeli Girls…

I came back from the cafe the other day and Shira invited me to sit. We were at the top of the hill, at the first business you come to when leaving our guest house. I still wasn’t sure what this little cafe sold; drinks and chocolate bars, I don’t think there’s a menu, but… Continue reading Oy Gevalt! Still, With These Israeli Girls…