We were sitting at a wobbly aluminum table, topped with a beer tower for two, on the sidewalk outside a restaurant on Bangkok’s famed Khao San Road when she approached. Dressed in too many layers for the summer heat in
The force of the hangover I woke up with slapped me in the face. It was my fifth day in Munich, which by my calculations is exactly two nights too many to be spent at Oktoberfest. Everything would have been
There I was, standing at the edge of a cliff, looking down at the deep blue of the Agean Sea and the jagged tips of the white rocks that would surely kill me along the way down. The bronzed stranger