Clem, not only would they let you in, they would beg you to run that joint. They were looking for a seasoned reporter and aikido master to take over the place. Not sure, though, if you'd want to deal with those money-grubbers, emasculated life hackers, and primadonnas.
This piece perfectly captures the magic of wrong turns that lead to unexpected grace. The way you reframe mistakes as detours rather than dead ends is a masterclass in finding meaning in the mess. A reminder that sometimes the best journeys are the ones we didn’t plan—and that serendipity favors the open-hearted.
Well told and great photos to boot! Thank you!
Thanks very much, Soren. Appreciate your comment.
Now that was quite the 'accidental adventure'. And that gal's picture, along with the essay, was well worth it.
Thank you, Yog! Much appreciated!
Great story! It seems, it never gets boring when you are out.
Thank you for sharing.
Ha! It does, but I just don't write about it. :)
Thanks for your comment, Susanne!
Well, I appreciate you for sharing those interesting and funny bits with us! Always a joy to read!
Happy to hear that, Susanne! Many thanks 🙏 🙏🙏
Nice narrative Alex! Not sure they would have let me in!
Clem, not only would they let you in, they would beg you to run that joint. They were looking for a seasoned reporter and aikido master to take over the place. Not sure, though, if you'd want to deal with those money-grubbers, emasculated life hackers, and primadonnas.
Great story, and I love your quote about caviar, “ Tastes like chinchilla shit, but I pretend it’s the best thing since pizza and beer.” Amen brother.
Show me a great bottle of wine and I’m all in though.
This piece perfectly captures the magic of wrong turns that lead to unexpected grace. The way you reframe mistakes as detours rather than dead ends is a masterclass in finding meaning in the mess. A reminder that sometimes the best journeys are the ones we didn’t plan—and that serendipity favors the open-hearted.