We’re kicking up the dusty dirt from the lowest place on earth, just south of the Dead Sea, walking towards the moonlit mass of Masada. My breath is short as the dry air sucks away moisture from my lungs and skin. We briskly take to the rocky, snaking trail encircled by dune mountains that trick the eye. The deceptively massive peaks give the illusion of closeness, as if we could simply reach out and grasp the steep cliffs, the sharp overhangs, the bulging rocks. Yet as we begin the rigorous ascent, we soon realize that we are far, far away from the top of this mountain fortress. Continue reading “Moments in Time”
As we rode the tuk-tuk through the sticky afternoon air from the Hat Yai bus station to our hotel we were bombarded. Attacked. Helpless victims of the nation-wide Songkran water fight.
Laughing, the locals soaked us. Drenched to the bone. We traveled the streets through a storm of supersoakers. Dripping, we check-in to the hotel. I glance at PT, his eyes hold that laughing, mischievous spark that is so contagious.
We enlist, take up arms, and with child-like excitement, join the water war!
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Continue reading “The Annual Thai New Year Water Battle”
Four hot and sunny days in Krabi. Each perfectly balanced between action and relaxation, consisting of little more than…
1. Bending and twisting, stretching and balancing each morning for 90 minutes or more. As my fellow yogis know, these juicy moments are, hands down, the best way to begin the day.
2. Relaxing on the beach, hammock and underwater camera in tow, always ensuring fantastic beachy fun.
3. Hunting down the coconut man, who had the biggest and most succulent coconuts we’ve had yet.
Continue reading “Common Ground”