JOURNEYS

My travel articles, high and low, east and west.

        (c)by LARRY CALLOWAY THE JARS  on the Plain of Jarres (French colonialists named it) are empty. The bomb craters from the secret war in Laos, pockmarks of a sick strategy called “madman,” are not empty. They hold the remnants of cluster bombs that popped open in the air and birthed out […]

We flew into the cape and drove north, but at Todos Santos I reminisced about a better way: through the desert in a 1979 VW bus.

With a name like Buddha Tooth Relic Temple and Museum, it doesn’t sound like a tourist attraction, but I was captivated at this new Singapore museum, built with $50 million in private donations from the Chinese business community.

During the Vietnam war he spoke out against foreign ideology and foreign arms. He created a volunteer youth group to rebuild destroyed villages. He was consequently exiled. Now he was back, in peace.

As an old journalist, I could not resist the customary year in review, particularly this year. The world is so full of a number things — east, west, north and south.

The Canadian North is a separate land with a frontier past and a brilliant future. The Polar Bear its symbol, as is the penguin of the Antarctic. Big difference, as we found out.

The video in which Chinese riflemen fire on escaping Tibetan refugees on Nangpa Pass took me back to April 2002 in the Nepali Khumbu village of Thame and asked a question.

As the tour guide struggled through the life of the Buddha I watched a depressed monk smoke a cigarette and stare out toward a pile of skulls pressed against glass. I wondered what he was thinking.

On the eve of a return trip to Southeast Asia, I recalled a village scene 40 years ago that to me defines the difference in practice between the two “vehicles” of Buddhism. Theravada is not as lonely as Mahayana.

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