Read My Shorts

The journey is long. The road difficult.

Just be yourself. Act natural. No one will notice. Will they?

Mystery? Suspense? Heck...even History. A whole lotta history.

When you're new... in a strange land with strange customs...what else can you do but adapt. Especially to their holidays.

"Pardon me." Sometimes a statement. Sometimes a request. Both...a challenge.

This ever happen to you? You run in to an old acquaintance from years ago...and can't remember their name? And when...if...you do, do not do what this guy did.

He knew the dangers of the jungle better than anyone in the village. Yet, fraught with deep depression, he went for his walk-about anyway.

Walking along the beach is peaceful. Calming. And sometimes productive. Picking up sea shells, driftwood...and whatever else strikes your fancy.

If you want to belong. Be one of them...you first must pass the initiation. If...if you dare.

Bargains galore. Hidden gems everywhere. But...be careful...you never know what you might find.