I visited Kazakhstan during the summer of 2017, basing myself in the old captital of Almaty. I stayed in a dorm at the Almaty Backpacker’s Hostel, and it was about a twenty minute walk to the center of town. One of my first trips was to the Central Museum to see their collection of Scythian gold. Almaty is the cultural center of the country and it looks like a modern overlay on… Read More

This was originally published on BootsnAll Travel Journal #4 THE TRIPLEGEM AFGHAN EXPEDITION-SUMMER 2005 12/August/2005 – Kabul, Afghanistan Friday – the Islamic day of rest – I had breakfast at the Mustafa, naan, omelet, hash browns and coffee. Breakfast at the Mustafa was eaten in an open, marble-paved courtyard on the second floor. This was where we’d had the barbecue the night before. There I ran into another tourist. He was an Aussie named Peter… Read More

11/August/2005 – Peshawar to Kabul I awoke early, had my usual Paki breakfast then went down to the Rose Hotel office to meet Prince. It was a small taxi that drove around to the Khyber Agency office to pick-up the armed guard. While waiting for the guard I watch some small boys herding goats…in downtown Peshawar…then we were off to Torkham. It was a bit hazy, but it felt great to be… Read More

This was originally published on BootsnAll Travel Journal #2 THE TRIPLEGEM AFGHAN EXPEDITION-SUMMER 2005 8/Aug/ 2005 – Peshawar, Pakistan I was at the Afghan Consulate when it opened at 9:30, but they only take visa applications on Tuesdays and Thursdays. To get it you need 1 photo; a photocopy of the main information pages of your passport; and $30 US cash. I had everything ready for the next day. I stopped at a cyber-cafe but… Read More

Rather than try to provide  the context of this small exhibit, I’ll let this article by Tom Bol explain it for me. The article  can also be found at Asian Art. ********************************************** The Weavers of Tradition by Thomas L. Guta She would come in, hang up her bag, and just sit there before the loom, doing nothing, as if waiting for a crowd to pass. Then, slowly, she would raise her bar, and sink her hands into… Read More