There had been a distinct increase in the occurrence of random ululating in my Istanbul neigbourhood earlier that week.My flatmate and I had written this off as seasonal declarations of random excitement, or perhaps a sudden arranged marriage or engagement. The women’s voices below rose and fell, their tongues creating a long, trilling, high-pitched sound like the howl of a wolf.
The author. Not pictured–sticky notes above map.Tom Gates keeps meeting people in Santiago and procrastinating.My bags were greeted at the airport by two adorable drug dogs. They had taken to treating the carousel like a ride at Disneyworld, sitting on the conveyor belt for minutes at a time, pretending to sniff bags but really just slacking off.
Feature photo by Shek Graham. Photo above by bugeaters.Man’s best friend can be a valuable asset while out camping.A dog is an indispensable companion on a camping trip. It will smell and hear things before you do, can help guide you through sticky underbrush, and, if well trained, find lost members of your camping crew.
You don’t watch TV. I know that. But sometimes, it’s nice to get a reminder that television is brainwashing and sucking the lives out of millions of people around the world at this moment.Above is a clip from the 1976 film Network, with the transcript of the rant below. And if you haven’t checked out Throw Away Your TV yet, head over there now.
Helen Billiald describes how she works and relaxes in Perth, Australia.Ever since the kookaburra came by, our alarm clock has been out of work. Something about the lemon tree, its branches inches from the bedroom window, makes it a kookaburra’s fantasy singing spot.At half five in the morning, one of these birds takes a deep breath and begins to bellow through the flyscreen window.
Robert Hirschfield reflects on his “low grade affection” for a political party in India and how political change is yet one more filter through which to look at place.A FEW MONTHS ago, waves of trucks from rural West Bengal flying red flags spotted with hammers and sickles converged on the Maidan in Calcutta.
Greg was the local we all hope to meet. The person who has the key to the city’s door and is willing to open it and usher you inside.I play a lot of poker. Too much, actually, but that’s another story.It was while playing poker at the Amsterdam casino that I met Greg. He was a friendly local, and upon hearing my travel tales, offered to show me around Amsterdam.
With just 100 days left in what’s easily been the most exciting presidential race in my lifetime, voters are beginning to ask:Who will McCain and Obama select as their vice-presidential running mates? Hillary Clinton has clearly indicated her interest in the vacant position, and other former presidential hopefuls who were left in the dust on the campaign trail are also angling to be their party’s VP nominee.
As Christine Garvin takes her leave, she wonders if we can ever not feel loss when something in our life comes to an end.MOVING ON is rarely an easy thing. For me at least.No matter how much I love to travel, no matter how much of a rush I get out of stepping off an airplane onto soil that hadn’t previously made its way in between the grooves of my soles, stepping back onto that airplane to go somewhere else always leaves me with a sense of loss.
Tell a story about a children’s game for your chance to be published by Pocket Cultures.Our friends at Pocket Cultures are putting together a book and they want to give you a chance to be in it.Several MatadorU students and grads write for Pocket Cultures, a website whose mission is to ” increase connections, awareness and understanding between different cultures.
When you’re in the mood for orange juice, Apple just won’t do.I admit it without shame – I’m a Steve Jobs fangirl. For years now I haven’t owned a laptop or music player that didn’t come from the big, shiny white Apple store.I’m also aware that Apple is just one brand, has limitations, and doesn’t suit everyone.
Photos courtesy of author“Are those tears in his eyes?”We were a Be the Cause volunteer group visiting Casa de Paz, an orphanage just outside of Ensenada, Mexico. During the impromptu welcome tour, the director, Jonatán Lopez Sánchez, had quietly noticed young Jesus drinking from a plastic soda bottle.