Amy

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After two years of the expat finance bubble in Hong Kong, I am ready to explore the world outside of Bloomberg and AmEx cards and mix things up a bit.
I hope to meet some extraordinary people, have some ridiculous adventures, learn some new languages, and basically to be pretty confused every other day.

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
- Mark Twain




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March 3rd 2011

I actually saw the airing of Nat Geo, Don’t tell my mother: Delhi, the other day here in Pakistan and chuckled to myself. How fitting now, as I walk over the border from India into Pakistan, little brother in tow, mother intentionally uninformed. I would venture to say that given current geopolitics and furthermore the ongoing ex-Blackwater CIA-spy Raymond Davis case currently in Lahore, Pakistan is probably in the top 3 most dangerous countries for Americans to travel to. Well… surprise, Mom! Postcard is in the mail – get excited! … Lahore, the capital of the Pakistani state Punjab which holds more than half the country’s population, is also known as Pakistan’s cultural capital and as a city of poets. Sitting just 30km from the Wagah border and historically set along strategic trade routes between the ... read more



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March 1st 2011

He stands at 5 foot tall (generous estimate) and I put him at perhaps 40 years of age. Multiple strands of beads hang from his neck, thin and wiry like the rest of his frail looking body. His scraggly facial hair looks disheveled yet kempt at the same time, framing a wrinkled face containing large eyes romantically described as deep like pools of… No, don’t fall for it. You read about men like him in the LP!! He calls himself Kashibaba, which sounds complicated and special, but broken down just means “Kashi,” an old name for Varanasi, and “baba” which is the general term for the holy men in the city. Unimpressive, just like his general get up. He doesn’t even look all that benevolent and he’s not really trying that hard. I run through these ... read more



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February 28th 2011

You are standing on concrete Chowk Rd, one of the main arteries bringing vehicles, autorickshaws, pedal rickshaws, and animals into the city running parallel to the west bank of the river. Like much of India, the sounds are deafening and the unsettled dirt and exhaust forms an almost tangible fog around you. The road sits a kilometer or two inland, and the only way from here to the river is through a network of narrow alleyways called galis. Take the left, step into your first gali and only the animals can follow you. The galis may be too narrow for the other vehicles but the chaos doesn’t cease. The small walls of buildings, temples, storefronts seem acoustically ideal to enhance the cacophony of sounds swirling around you. The cows groaning and mooing seem five times louder, ... read more



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December 18th 2008

I am laying on a beach in Montego Bay, Jamaica. To my left, a heavyset man on his fluffy white bath towel sips gingerly from his pina colada as his pasty white man-boobs develop tell-tale red splotches. Past him on his horizon of a belly, countless other American folk bake in the sun, either sporting extremely large straw hats or torsos idiotically slathered in tanning oils, but all similarly sprawled out on bath towels that are blinding white, riddled with offensive quotations, or a neon color bright enough to assault the eyes. Conversation in English surrounds me, the American accent tinkles over every crashed wave, and the Bob Marley wafting through the air is becoming increasily untolerable. "Is everybody having fun today?" "Hey there sport, pass me the beer, will ya?" "Well I´ll be! He looks ... read more



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November 23rd 2008

In our world, we have bar- and bat-mitzvahs and sweet 16 parties. We are debutants, we are strip club patrons. We undergo extreme hazing, 21-shot debaucheries, and imbibing until our stomachs need pumping. Call it what you like, do what you do; something marks as a celebration or an entrance into manhood or womanhood. And this is no different in Africa, and no different in the ethnic tribal groups of the Lower Omo Valley. The Hamer tribe is one of the largest in the Omo, numbering at around 50,000. As subsistence agropastoralists they cultivate sorghum, tobacco, cotton, vegetables and millet. They eat a lot of honey and rear cattle and goats. Their territory reaches south to Kenya and borders that of the Banna tribe. The Hamer people are famous for their masterful body decoration and techniques. ... read more



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November 22nd 2008

In 1974 in Awash Valley, a 40% complete skeleton was found of the oldest known human, believed to date back 3.2 million years. She is now widely-known as the infamous "Lucy," and holds the Amharic name "Dinkenesh" as well. Archaeologists believe humans have inhabited the Awash Valley since the beginning of the species; the area is also famous for being the place where many hominid (pre-human) remains have been found as well. Africa isn't called the Cradle of Humanity without reason. To be more precise, this said Cradle is the area along the deep East African Rift amidst mountains, valleys, and plateaus. Historians and archaeologists believe this is the continent that all of our ancestors originated from, landing Ethiopia smack dab right in this Cradle which we all are said to have sprung from. Lucy's home ... read more



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November 20th 2008

The slice of lip separated from the rest of her face sways around as she shakes her head at me, wrinkled in its limp, un-stretched form. The crescent-shaped hole under her jaw gapes with its big, empty space. I want to punch my fist through to see if it will fit, but the look in her eyes doesn't seem so welcoming. With that, she takes her left hand to her mouth and stretches the bottom lip outwards and down. Her right hand places a 20cm in diameter clay disc on the edge of the lower lip, carefully laying the flesh down in the groove running around the side of the plate, snapping the top of the disc in place right under her lower set of teeth. Quite impressive. The Mursi tribeswoman shakes her head again, the ... read more



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November 18th 2008

Armed conflict in Africa overall seems to have eased a bit in recent years but obviously still rages in certain pockets, primarily now in Darfur, Somalia, and the Congo. Conflict in Africa festers immediately in the current environment, lacking democracy, development, control on human rights, and proper governance. Really, the fundamental peacekeeping I would think should lie with Africa itself, and in fact some African governments have contributed to facilitating negotiations (such as I believe the Congo negotiations in Nairobi currently.) In reality though, Africa lacks sufficient capacity both financially and militarily, and does require the assistance of other countries beyond the continent. Other countries may provide assistance in many ways: training, intelligence, deployment, diplomacy. Why do we provide this assistance? What is Africa to us? If we were to look at this as simpl... read more



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November 16th 2008

"Here, give me your hand." No, I know what you're going to do. "Just gimme it, please?" No. Jos draws me in closer to his body and puts his arm around me as we walk together through the streets of Lalibela. I sigh and resign myself to my fate. He turns around to the local boys following us blatantly staring at me or my boobs, we don't know which. Jos's mouth turns up at the corners into a lopsided grin of victory. "Sexy China girl! She's my girlfriend, yeah. Sexy China! Sexy China!" The boys blush and squeal in laughter, jumping and running towards us now, eyes alight in anticipation of juicy details to come. Jos has won once again. For the first couple days of us traveling together, I was the sole beneficiary. Jos killed ... read more



What do you mean, 'No mini-bar?'

Published: December 22nd 2008Africa » Ethiopia » Tigray Region » Mek'ele
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November 15th 2008

I want to describe to you how it feels to travel through Ethiopia. I want to take you with me, so that you feel like you are sitting right here next to Jos and me on this torn, itchy, plastic seat in this totally dilapidated minibus decorated with gaudy, colorful, beaded pieces of cloth that sway against each other with every jerk, creating a sound not unlike one you would get if you shook a Rastaman with beaded dreads really hard by the shoulders in rage. Sometimes Jos and I, one ear-bud for each, sing obnoxious African songs outloud out of boredom - think Toto, Lion King and Jungle Book soundtracks, and the whole bus of locals both laughs and stares at us in wonder. Shortly after our musical debuts, the driver inevitably turns on his ... read more






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