Good Old Boots

Up in the hills of Himachal

I wake up to the loud thumps of monkeys jumping about on the asbestos roof. Early…
Back in Japan!

I remembered the neon lights. The quiet amidst the mad rush. The fresh fish. The calming…
Singapore: Night At The Marina Boulevard

The Singapore River flows to my right, dark and grim under the clear night sky. The…
Tashkent: End Of The Line

Part I When I was planning this trip, Tashkent and Samarkand were the places I was…
Khiva: Dolce Far Niente

I sit in the passenger seat of the car, looking out the window. The view is…
Bukhara: Lost in History

For most of the nineteenth century, the Russians and the British were in a deadlock to…
Legends of Samarkand

It’s 2 am and I lie on the bed awake in the humidity of my small…
Horsing around in Nur-Sultan

It’s early in the morning and the sun has not risen yet. My bag is on…
Baku: Lost and Found

I stand on the threshold of my hostel, ringing the doorbell. I suspect it is not…
Aboard The Russian Trains!

I first heard about the Trans-Siberian Railway in an online travel magazine a few years ago.…
Good Old Boots turns a year older today!

So, here we are again… One more year of Good Old Boots. How many years has…
Part 4: Cappadocia

Ahmet was talking on his mobile phone; his booming voice echoing through his small first floor,…