[ Yueqing ] There are some strange customs in China, and I’m not talking about deep-fried centipedes. Or soup-slurping competitions. No. Rather, in open defiance of logic...
[ Yueqing ] Spent the afternoon wandering along a seawall protecting Liushi from the tidal vagaries of the East China Sea. The day was filled with fishing boats and fishermen,...
[ Yueqing ] Below you will find a stand-alone version of Part 2, The Road, from my short-form travel documentary called Mongoliad (2015). And no, you didn’t miss...
After many months of ceaseless effort, the new Transglobalist.com has arrived. You may abandon your somber candlelight vigils at once and move instead towards something more...
[ Yueqing ] Took another short outing for the sole purpose of photographs. And pizza. The dinner choice was not my call: my host surprised me with “my country’s food.”...
[ Yueqing ] The first couple of weeks here in Yueqing have been dominated not by China, exploration, or Chinese language and culture. Instead, I’ve been ass-in-seat...
[ Yueqing ] I was hungry. My garage key wasn’t working, so no bike to ride. In the overcast, pitch blackness I walked two-and-a-half miles into a small satellite village...
[ Beijing ] Since arriving in Beijing I’ve been ill, propositioned by prostitutes (in a coffeeshop, no less), sated on legit German wheat beer (while listening to a live,...
[ Varanasi ] I’ve been going completely stir-crazy for a while now. Twelve or more hours each day spent working on website minutiae starts getting to you after a while...