The Rainforest World Music Festival

The kayaking wound on my knee was a lucky break. The brightly colored bandage got me out of numerous crowd-participation workshops, including one that scared me stiff: African dance. I limped to the back of the sweltering longhouse to take photos as the crowd surged...

Wild Kayaking in Sarawak, Borneo

I came up laughing but I knew that something bad had happened. That same sickening twist in the pit of your stomach, the gut feeling of inevitability, when reality trumps fantasy — the moment when you know that you’ve sustained an injury that can’t...

Alive. Again.

Well, it’s that magical time of every travel year when Greg has become over a month behind in his blog, sits down at the laptop to somehow describe a month of adventures and life on the road, drools all over the keyboard, then finally throws his hands up in...

Up a Wild River in Borneo

I turned up in the tiny village of Sukau in East Sabah, Borneo, not entirely sure what to expect. The village — which pretty much consists of one narrow road — was basically shut down for Ramadan. So far, the Muslim fasting month of Ramadan has had little...

Big Trouble in Little Brunei

Click. I didn’t think anything of the harmless photograph taken of the busy street corner. A green sign with Arabic beneath advertised “Jalan Sultan” — the street name. Behind the sign was a Dairy Queen — the first and only one that I...

Back to the Forest

The tiny red ant had the strength of a centipede as it buried its pincers into my foot. Nothing new, especially while trekking through a Southeast Asian rainforest. In a place with so much diverse life — much of it in the form of biting insects — I...