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  • Techno Club in a Songthaew

    Techno Club in a Songthaew

    In order to prepare for my upcoming English teaching volunteer service, I enrolled in a TEFL (teach English as a foreign language) course in Chiang Mai. For four weeks, 8am-5pm, I brushed up on grammar rules, learned how to make lesson plans, and taught classes as a teacher-in-training. At the end of one day, I

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  • Lessons Learned: Never Put Your Hand in an Indian Toilet

    Lessons Learned: Never Put Your Hand in an Indian Toilet

    Having spent a year and three months abroad, I have not come away unscathed. Although the majority of my experiences have been filled with the kindness of strangers, adorable dogs, inspiring art, and otherwise drama-free days of applying balm to my mosquito bites, I did have to learn some lessons the hard way. Case in

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  • Chiang Mai, Thailand: Soi Culture

    Chiang Mai, Thailand: Soi Culture

    Photo Essay In a previous post, I stated that Georgetown, Penang was one of the most photogenic cities I’ve ever visited. Chiang Mai, Thailand not only matches or surpasses that photogenic quality, but additionally, I found the locals and animals utterly charming. The aesthetics reflect the creativity of Chiang Mai-ers in blending their traditional Lanna

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  • Dogs of McLeodganj, India

    Dogs of McLeodganj, India

    Photo essay Cutest police on earth! This dog is sunning himself in a parking space dedicated for police on duty! Napping on a meditation cushion at the Dalai Lama’s Temple. Women perform full-body prostrations while this dog naps at the Dalai Lama’s Temple. “Three amigos” hanging out in front of a Tibetan home.  These guys

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  • The Holy Hill: Arunachala

    The Holy Hill: Arunachala

    Photo essay from Tiruvannamalai For years, I had heard about Arunachala, the spiritual heart (some say of the world) at Ramana Ashram. I had heard about the spiritual communities that had sprouted amidst the local village, necessitating more markets, stores, restaurants, chai stalls, dwellings and yoga shalas. I saw photos of foreign spiritual seekers dressed

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  • Mangia Sarcola, part 4

    Mangia Sarcola, part 4

    Panel 3 of José, “mamma” (mommy). Watercolor and pen, by Ayoung Kim This day is soft in my memory —as if soft clouds frame every moment in a benevolent cushion. José had spent the previous twenty-four hours unloading his bowels and guts. It smelled foul, like poison coming out of him. In the weak, early

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  • Mangia Sarcola, part 3

    Mangia Sarcola, part 3

    “Dreaming of the dog,” ink on paper, by Ayoung Kim I don’t cry as much anymore. You get used to it. Death. We thought we had to euthanize José three times already. We’ve made the decision to forego chemo. We’ve had the discussion of If He Goes During the Night. If he goes during the

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  • Mangia Sarcola, part 2

    Mangia Sarcola, part 2

    Panel 2 of Pablo, “m’ama, non m’ama, m’ama (she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me). Watercolor and pen, by Ayoung Kim José collapsed again last night. One minute he’s whining with joy as I come up the stairs, holding the stuffed octopus in his mouth. The next, I’m taking a steaming hot

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  • Mangia Sarcola, part I

    Mangia Sarcola, part I

    We found out that José has cancer. It’s hemangiosarcoma, our veterinarian said. I don’t know if it’s the spread-really-aggressively kind or the spread-more-slowly kind.C (my fiancé at the time) asked, How long does he have?Anywhere from three months to one year, she replied.C turned to our little altar on the mantle. Crying openly, he lit

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