The Switzerland Papers #1: High Times at the Funny Farm

Interlaken, Switzerland I rode into Interlaken at sundown and spent my first and only night there at the Funny Farm.  That’s the youth hostel where I booked my stay, because with a name like that, it was hard to resist.   Interlaken’s a resort town made for the outdoors and for the outdoor enthusiast—not exactly …

Steam Rises at Grand Prismatic

My first recollection is the steam rising ominously from the surface, from the pools that weren't visible from where I initially stood just before I started toward them. I call them pools because at first glance, that's what they looked like. Beautiful to look upon. Clear and strikingly blue. They reminded me of the waters …

“What did I just see?”

My feet were in Madrid. My head was lost somewhere in the woods of America. Technically I had no home, and for the better part of a month, I’d been on the road before heading to Europe. I'd left the west coast. I'd grown to love it, but the world outside was calling. I started …

Zion #9

You and I at twilight slow arrival of night, sweet delight day fades out of sight, a howling wind from within, rising Your arms surround me, take me in Zion hall of kings Rising tall as night falls, the silence it brings air is thin, time is still The sky quiet, silent hill You and …

Take Me to the River

I got to the hostel around 8. It was built into the top two floors of an otherwise mostly vacated building just a few blocks south of Andrassy Avenue, the main drag running through town. When I say town, I mean Pest, which flanks the east side of the River Danube. Together with Buda, on …

Budapest Hostel

My first order of business was to find the hostel I’d booked the night before.  Knowing that maps/GPS wouldn’t work since I didn’t buy a data plan--and I wouldn’t have wi-fi unless I camped out at a cafe for a few minutes--I took a screenshot of the pinned location on the map the night before …

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