Forty Eight Hours in Cochin.. Love in the time of ..?
I spent exactly forty eight hours in Cochin.. from arrival from KL on Air Asia (good flight) and then leaving by train to Bangalore ( a comfortable journey) What all…
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Roads, meals, clinics, and human encounters.The current inquiry follows one trail through the archive: food culture, metabolic health, Indigenous knowledge, and Suriname.
I spent exactly forty eight hours in Cochin.. from arrival from KL on Air Asia (good flight) and then leaving by train to Bangalore ( a comfortable journey) What all…
I have always enjoyed that sweet sensation of Saudade, possibly the one of the more beloved words that i like in any language. a feeling of impending loss and the…
Winnebago is a small village of american Indians along the river in the North Eastern corner of the State of Nebraska in the middle of the USA. I have been…
Newly found Love for Paris One thing you would learn living in Cuba is that you are curious about most things and you become very observant. when you show someone…
Incessant Attendances at Conferences and Lack of Knowledge Accrual I am a Consultant Endocrinologist to some small Clinics at the Indian Health Services of the United States Public Health System…
One of the great pleasures of working with Indians is the pleasant encounter one can expect from the patients. Two things was taught me from the beginning: Always make sure…
This afternoon was a very pleasant afternoon.. I had various visitors some of whom are shown above. Five medical students from the City nearby came over to listen to some…
The Morning After the Snow Fall....Photo 5 Dinner at the Blue House . Photo 4 By 10 pm it was snowing hard. photo 3 Vida, an UmonHon, mother of my…
. The general perception from outside about a visit to Israel, concerns itself with Security, Terrorism, religious and national fanaticism and the brashness of its inhabitants. I was reminded of…
NOTES FROM ITAPIRUBA, ESTADO DA SANTA CATARINA, BRASIL. FIRST IN ENGLISH, DEPOIS EM PORTUGUES Writing this in the cosmopolitan city of Sao Paulo, the third biggest city in the planet,…
Who are you, anyway? IDENTITY AND SEARCH FOR A COMMUNITY A TALE OF A TRAVELLER In the New World, especially the Anglo-Saxon, English speaking conglomeration of USA/CANADA/AUSTRALIA/NEW ZEALAND, the superficial…
A Day of Healing at a Clinic for Native Americans Barely thirty, JWE, now sits in front of you, a wasted life, his limbs a metaphor for that waste. Bites…
It is 2 35 am in Paris, 8 35 pm in Miami, 7 35 pm in Winnebago and 5 35 pm in Yakima. The night of 21st/22nd October 2007. I…
On my first visit to Zanzibar, I had journeyed there from South Africa. At the end of a long flight from Atlanta to Cape Town, my good friend was waiting…