For eons Mt. Everest presided over the landscape without humans setting foot on it. It was a sacred mountain, revered by those who →

I just finished a picnic lunch in the countryside outside Siem Reap. I am sitting under a tree next to a Buddhist temple. Two sad, dirt →

I am in front of a magnificent building in the town of Tây Ninh in southern Vietnam. It is the Holy See of the Cao Dài religion—a →

"In 1978, the Khmer Rouge killed my father and uncles. Five men in my family, all killed," my guide explains before we →

I am wearing a light jacket. I wish it was made of fleece. Chugging along at 30 mph in a tuk tuk makes 15 degrees C seem much colder, →

My mouth waters when the waiter sets down a steaming bowl of noodle soup. Bits of fresh vegetables and chicken float in the broth. The →

My quadriceps protest the position I put them in. I am seated on the floor, legs crossed yogi style, attempting to sit up →

The tank before me is rusted and punctured by bullet holes. Any part that could be removed is gone. About 40 years ago →

About 20 minutes outside Ho Chi Minh City I find myself on a highway in the midst of rice fields stretched to the horizon. I'm on →

It's minus 63 degrees outside. We are flying into a 110 MPH head wind, which probably explains why it takes almost 15 hours to →

The question was innocent enough. Would you like to see Asian elephants on your way back to the hotel? I was at the →

When I shoot an arrow, I stand about 30 feet from the target. Otherwise, I don't have a chance at hitting it. So I was amazed to watch →

I wake up a little sad that we aren’t hiking today. My spirits are lifted when I see crepuscular rays. One of this phenomenon’s common →

Today we cross our second highest pass, Takalung La at 14,400 feet. After yesterday’s success, my feeling is that Takalung La is just →

This is the day of the big pass—Bang Tue La at 15,700 feet. I set my alarm and get up before everyone else because I am still →

After a day’s layover, we are well rested, clean, and ready to move on. It’s a short hike to our next campsite—less than →

The problem with Chomolhari is that it is big and beautiful. It can’t help but to dominate the landscape. It draws →

When I signed up for this trek, I knew that I would be close to nature, but I didn’t expect to be this close to yaks, horses, and →

Mountains are imposing entities. They inspire those seeking to gaze upon their majesty, but they annoy those who merely want to be →

It’s amazing to think about the amount of people, horses, and equipment that is needed to take 8 Americans on a 9-day trek. Besides →