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Sunday, April 22, 2018
  The strong smell of black coffee, served in a plastic cup no bigger than a shot glass startled me from my deep slumber.   As one flight attendant pushed the cart forward, tightly squeezing it along the narrow neon-lit aisle while...
 Blinding from a distance, the pavements shone like fresh galvanized iron sheets straight out from the nearby factory.  Last night’s rain shower made them appear to look even brighter as I strut cautiously along the silvery concrete that leads to...
  The sight of a solid, 20-inch bluish-green body adorned with protruding red spots greeted us.   In perfect stillness, I saw him glued to the wall like an exquisite adornment. His physical demeanor told me to stay away. Yet the more...
  Famished and wandering. That’s what we are these days.   It was not long ago when we visited the province of Girona. After a six-hour drive from Nice, France and with just a few drops of fuel left; our arrival in...
  The road was treacherous.  It was mid-Feburary. The blustery weather showed no signs of mercy. Driving along the northeastern coast of Spain from France, I felt like I was living some kind of nocturnal Spanish dream. Our six-hour road trip deposited...
  Curiously we get to see the world through our own little keyhole.   Mine however is by flying halfway around the world, crossing 13 different time zones or approximately a 13-hour journey from steamy Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia to the breathtaking 14th century fishing...
“You don’t wake up in the morning with the sound of a boorish alarm clock like a cat that’s hit by a pan. You don’t scuttle, walk like a zombie and hurriedly go downstairs for a sip of coffee...
To be in a place where I have never been.   This was my friend’s dreamful answer, Marco Giovanni Battistotti, when I came to ask him a naïve question one solitary afternoon on the fabled island of Langkawi. His candid fanciful vision...
  In my early days, whenever I heard the word Malaysia, it made me think of the Twin Towers, low-priced gas, the mouth watering chicken satay, tropical rain forests, the hypnotic aroma of durian fruit and Proton cars. I grew...
Geography.   We go back a long way.   I don’t know when I started addressing geography in the masculine form. Perhaps, I have issues with men or typically because there was more to him than his opulence and attractive features. For some...

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