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Dark eyes peered at me from wild-painted faces, crimson and yellow gold. It was hard going, slogging uphill though the New Guinea rain forest
Wishing peace on earth, good will to all this holiday season.
On our second night in the Serengeti I started awake to a growling sound. Low. Deep. Close. Then an angry, snarling, agitated sound. Louder. Closer…
In northern Thailand’s Nan Province, we visited with a band Mlabri, or Yellow Leaf People who lived isolated in the forest for centuries until they were driven out by deforestation. Today, they’ve achieved Thai citizenship and an economic niche making and selling had-woven cotton hammocks
Approaching Playa Nicuesa by boat, the indigo ocean melts to aquamarine in the shallows where the forest-green canopy spills unimpeded into the sea. The lodge and guest cabins are invisible from the shore tucked into a dense jungle of ceiba and cedar, cacao and mango.
At 8 am sharp our group headed out in our jalopy van for a bone-jarring day trip to Playa Blanca –White Beach – on Costa Rica’ central Pacific coast, a journey our host predicted would take an hour and a half. “There are closer beaches,” he told us, “but I want one that’s safe for swimming.”
She had to mention the snakes.
“The fer-de-lance is the worst,” my friend Linda pronounced as we made plans to meet on my upcoming trip to Costa Rica.
Antigua is a mile square city of restored colonial houses, cobblestones streets and historic churches, where Maya women still practice their ancient textile arts and a fervent Catholic community stages one of the of the most exuberant Lent and Holy Week celebrations in the world.
One of our goofiest, geekiest, right-brain-iest travel pleasures is our trip each March to the Maya Meetings sponsored by the Mesoamerican Center at the University of Texas.