Three bike rides, two massages (one oil and one Thai, both by women with death grips that have me limping out of the parlor), and eight steaks later I ready to leave Bangkok. I sleep for a few hours before my red eye, which I have to supplement with a three hour layover in a... Continue Reading →
A Day In A Chinese Hospital
My alarm goes off, another Sunday morning beginning at the crack of dawn. In a haze, I walk to the bathroom for my morning ritual. I'm caught off guard when I take a piss that doesn't feel normal. I don't think much of it. Maybe the spaghetti bolognese I ate last night had old tomatoes... Continue Reading →
The Beijing Express
The humidity seeps in from outside my window, smothering me in a layer of heat my body would rather not experience as I try to fall asleep. Numerous topics roll through my head, like how working in an office can become toxic, the likely consequence when people are forced to spend long hours together. I... Continue Reading →
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