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[ Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia ] Tomorrow I leave Mongolia. I’m out of sorts, reeling from an unexpectedly intense melancholy which is, I suppose, to be expected.
November 16, 2015
[ Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia ] Tomorrow I leave Mongolia. I’m out of sorts, reeling from an unexpectedly intense melancholy which is, I suppose, to be expected.
[tg_vimeo width=”1920″ height=”1080″ video_id=”143526981″] [ Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia ] Last Friday night, I was approached by a couple of friends here in the Mongolian capital to
[ Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia ] The time has come: ticket in hand, bags packed, bike repaired, arrangements made—nearly four weeks later than planned—I depart for the
[ Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia ] After more than 2 weeks trapped in Limbo between the Naadam Festival (Mongolia’s Super Blowout, Week-long Mega-Holiday) and the Mongolian Immigration
[tg_vimeo width=”1920″ height=”1080″ video_id=”132004215″] [ Ulaanbaatar ] Greetings my friends, I hope you’ve been well. It’s surprisingly difficult to switch back to verbal communication after 36 days
[tg_vimeo width=”1920″ height=”1080″ video_id=”131977212″] [ Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia ] A few days ago, somewhere on a dotted-red line beyond Binder, I started taking both still AND video portraits
[ Ulaanbaatar ] Tomorrow, it all begins. Really begins. Yes, I’ve already been here fifteen days. And yes, I’ve gotten to know Ulaanbaatar a bit
[tg_youtube width=”1920″ height=”1080″ video_id=”AkoML0_FiV4″] [ Pokhara, Nepal ] onism – n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place
[tg_vimeo width=”1920″ height=”1080″ video_id=”104232526″] [ Pokhara, Nepal ] Not all of you know I have an extensive background in music. I do. Many years’ intense
[ Pokhara, Nepal ] You will rarely find overt politics here at The Transglobalist, except to clarify the (typically negative, unwanted) impact of the global haves on the
[ Pokhara, Nepal ] I’d like to tell you a story about ripples and waves. And a stone named Orly King. Orly died yesterday; cancer
[ Istanbul ] Almost four months. Over one hundred days have come and gone since escaping (once again) the dense gravity of the U. S.
