Day 9: Sideways

Day 9: Sideways

So I went to the hospital this morning. I had to explain myself multiple times: first to staff at my hotel, then to the translator, and then, obviously, to the doctor. “What happened?” they asked. I so badly wanted to say that I was crawling through a tunnel in the...
Day 5: Fat Amy

Day 5: Fat Amy

Tegan is back onto solids now, but last night, after a feeble bowl of lentil soup, we lay low and watched Pitch Perfect. If you’ve never seen it, it’s about an all-female acapella group. Enemies become friends, friends become enemies, and there’s lots of great...
Day 2: Travels with Tegan

Day 2: Travels with Tegan

We are in the parking lot of Ephesus, one of the wonders of the ancient world, and Tegan is holding me over the side of a dumpster. “I CAN’T DO THIS IF YOU KEEP MAKING ME LAUGH!” I shout, as she struggles to heave me higher so I can reach lower and try not to fall in....
Alone

Alone

“Where your friend?” That’s what the waiter asks when I sit down for dinner in a thatched-roofed beach hut on stilts. The hut has floor cushions and a low table, and there four or five similar huts scattered around, all facing the same stretch of turquoise ocean, over...

Redo

*This post was originally sent out with no title or explanation. (Thank you, Indonesian internet.) I thought you might want to know why you got a very small video of me surfing, mostly on sand, in your inbox. Two years ago, I came to Bali and (stupidly) tried to learn...
A New Chapter

A New Chapter

I love AirBnb. Yes, love. First of all, you get to stay in people’s houses, see what books they’re reading, meet their dogs, and learn how they cook corn on the cob. But to me, anyway, connecting with a local and getting their insider tips on their neighbourhood or...