Kathmandu: Nationalism, nuns and monkeys.

Kathmandu is still recovering from the devastation caused by the earthquakes in April and May 2015.  Many roads and buildings are damaged, monuments lie crumbled, and power cycles throughout the day.  But there remains a timeless, friendly attitude; a desire to know and be known.  During a recent and all too short trip, we spent three days touring the city and taking in as much of its flavor as possible.

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Caveat Vendor

This article originally appeared in Good Old Boat magazine, issue 99, November/December 2014.

During the winter, when temperatures were well below zero, we decided to sell our modest 27-foot sailboat in hopes of upgrading to something with a bit more room. I have little respect for boat brokers, whose slick hard-sell attitudes are akin to nautical used-car salesmen. Although there may be exceptions out there, I have yet to meet any of the good ones. So off we went on our own . . . and boy did we receive a lot of interest.

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Fit India: The Expat Guide

Staying fit in India in general and Hyderabad specifically can be challenging, especially for those with special needs, like weightlifters, or people who prefer to exercise outdoors.  There are sights, sounds, smells and physical obstacles to distract, deter and depress the health-conscious expat.  Despite a myriad of hurdles—both figurative and physical—staying healthy is not only achievable, it can be rewarding.

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Ready, set, go! The TEA Cares Hyderabad Hunt

It’s just before nine in the morning on a sunny, unseasonably warm February day in Hyderabad, India, and several teams of expats, mostly members of the Twin Cities Expat Association (TEA), wait for the start of the TEA Cares Hyderabad Hunt.

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Home Trip — Part III: Lies, damn lies, and airlines.

I suppose the beginning is the best place to start.

We returned last Sunday, 7 February 2016, to the frozen, uninviting bosom of Milwaukee from a four-day trip to the happiest place on earth—no, not Disneyworld, but close—a bar, which in this case was at the Grand Floridian Resort and Spa. We arrived and collected our seven pieces of luggage at the same hotel from which we departed a few days prior.

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