To write from the place of true depravity requires a level of bravery that few writer’s possess. And sexual perversion in fiction invites a level of personal scrutiny that is hard to withstand.
I went to Belize on a dive trip and came home an itching mess with a polka-dot hide. Beware the Sand Fly.
Primordial Soup? What is it? Where is it? Does this question keep you up? Go take a swim in Jellyfish Lake; it’s where the answers lie.
Manta rays and traditional culture still thrive on Yap. Sharks and betel nut abound. It may take a couple of days to get there but it’s well worth the effort.
I finally met the Mimic octopus, cousin of the Wunderpus, while muck diving in the Lembeh Straits.
If you’re having trouble writing your novel, if you’ve been struggling for years and years to find your point of view, there is only one solution. You must go to Fakarava and dive with the sharks.
A culture of cannibalism forces one to ask some tough questions. Could you eat human flesh? No sir. I’m just not that hungry.
A beautiful country with lovely people but there’s no denying that it’s hard to be a woman in Papua New Guinea
I went to the Southern Highlands of Papua New Guinea (PNG) because I wanted to visit the Huli tribes, see their villages, meet the Huli Wigmen, talk to the women and learn about their way of life. PNG is one of the last culturally intact places on earth and tribal culture has always made my […]
I went to Juarez, Mexico. I went with my tough-guy boots and my outlaw dreams. I went because it’s called Murder City, because it’s so extreme, a war zone without any rules. I wanted to see how people live; I was attracted to the lawlessness. I love Mexico. It was a test. A lot of […]