From falang to gringa

Unaccountably, the Iranian Embassy in Bangkok is not as excited as I am about my plans to travel solo around their beautiful country. Which leaves Plan B, courtesy of my patient travel agent.

On January 29th, I fly to New York, where I will faint at the price of a sandwich and wear flip-flops in the snow. I shall recover in Mexico City, and then head to Bolivia by Chicken Bus. I’ll peer down from the Andes to see if Tierra Del Fuego looks manageable. It’ll be a trip. Anyone coming?

Other updates: I’ll be offline for the next while, in Buddha Bootcamp (a ten-day retreat). When I get back, my hand should be healed and I’ll post all my pent-up ramblings. In the meantime, I’ve added a Comments feature, so please—comment.