This is a photo of me and Rand, at the Cape of Good Hope. I like the way the wind picked up my hair. The gusts were so strong, we could barely stand straight. There was a crowd of people waiting to pose with the sign, and we all had to take turns.…
We took a three-year-old to South Africa. Actually, that’s not technically true. Our friends Sarah and Eric took their three-year-old to South Africa. It was our crazy idea to do it, and they listened to us. They listened to their childless friends about how it was a good – nay, GREAT – idea to take a toddler…
On the flight back from Africa, which clocked in at a momentous 21 hours and 25 minutes, with an almost-comical 8 hour layover, I finished Caitlin Moran’s How to Be a Woman at the suggestion of a friend. It is an excellent missive on feminism and growing up, altogether hilarious and at times touching.…
I’ve heard that when Anthony Bourdain first saw Angkor Wat, he stopped taking vacation photos. He realized that he couldn’t capture this place on film, and reasoned that there was no point. So he put his camera away and just enjoyed it. That’s lovely and rather poetic, but let’s be fair: Bourdain has a…
I think the pack on the left cost me about $1.50 in Siem Reap, which is on par with U.S. prices, not accounting for the size difference in the packs. As for the mango flavor, it was exactly that, and kind of enjoyable (though still oddly minty at the end). I didn’t end up finishing…
There are no florescent lights. Or aisles and aisles of junk food. There is no plastic container full of beef jerky, no row of humming soda dispensers, waiting to pour out sugary elixirs. There are no walls, or ceilings. There aren’t even gas pumps. Gas stations are different in Cambodia. They usually aren’t much…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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