Welcome to TravelWriterLife
Welcome to TravelWriterLife, where the art of storytelling meets the thrill of travel. My journey as a travel writer and … Continue reading Welcome to TravelWriterLife
The Temple in the Hills
I had not meant to find this place. I had meant to follow a path to the top of a … Continue reading The Temple in the Hills
Street Life: Monday Evening in Anxi
The neon washes over my journal: pink, then blue, then a green that stains the page like a promise. Families … Continue reading Street Life: Monday Evening in Anxi
High Tide on Luoyang Qiao
The tide is coming in. It does not rush. It never rushes. But it is relentless; a slow, patient rising … Continue reading High Tide on Luoyang Qiao
The Colour and the Shape
Colour is its own reward… – Neil Finn, Fingers of Love The rain has stopped, but the sky holds its … Continue reading The Colour and the Shape
Life in the Tea Hills
A story of hills, tea, and the distance between here and home. I am in my friend Lydia’s village. Sānyàng. … Continue reading Life in the Tea Hills
A Walk in the Hills
The city sprawls up every gully, every riverside, every flat piece of land that can hold a foundation. Towering apartment … Continue reading A Walk in the Hills
On a Rainy Morning in Quanzhou
Quanxiu Liu is shining like a strip cut from a plate of sheet metal. The rain falls in torrents from … Continue reading On a Rainy Morning in Quanzhou
The Sacred and Profane
The divining tablets hit the concrete like scattered bones: sharp, random, definitive. A young woman in designer trainers scoops them … Continue reading The Sacred and Profane
WHERE THE PRAIRIES MEET THE MOUNTAINS
At Waterton Lakes National Park–a landscape of perpendicular mountains and deep, glacial lakes on the eastern edge of the Canadian … Continue reading WHERE THE PRAIRIES MEET THE MOUNTAINS
Heat and Dust
On the overpasses, cars crawl through the mirage, each one a sealed bubble of air-conditioned defiance. But the city doesn’t care. The heat is indifferent, eternal. It radiates from the concrete, rises in waves from the road, presses down from above: a three-dimensional sauna of light and dust. Somewhere behind all that sun-glare, the desert waits, unchanged and unimpressed. Continue reading Heat and Dust
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