I suppose, temple guide, that is one type of contraceptive. — at Khajuraho Temple.
Waking up, that endearing moment when I think I'm on the right train. — at Mumbi.
Inspired. Bring on the henna neck tattoo!!! — in Varanasi, India.
No, you're right. What god doesn't like donut holes?!!! Well played, mortal.
The face of a man determined to not smell the pile of burning bodies. — in Varanasi, India.
Here only a day and already my hairline is seen as a prestigious status symbol. — in Varanasi, India.
No, seriously, bro'. Right behind me, up this very river, they're burning bodies. Marrow ash soap!!!— in Varanasi, India.
Anyone here want to skip all this chanting and binge play Galaga and Space Harrier all day?
Volunteering today, I learned that dying old men in the slums have better toes and toenails than this champion of hygiene. Who would have thought? :) — in Calcutta, India.
With my masala man musk, goats all be flirting with me. I still got it!!! ;) — in Calcutta, India.
Crap. Well, there goes enjoying my epic, zip-locked Kindle-reading sessions in the hot shower. Cringe... — in Darjeeling.
Days into our Nepali mountain trek, we're getting better at sniffing out distant wifi signals. — at Manaslu Circuit Trek.
Blowing her nose or photobombing a hygiene message for me? — at Manaslu Circuit Trek.
Happy we found this village. I was dehydrated and about to drink the reserve of saline inside my foot blisters. — at Manaslu Circuit Trek.
After trekking all day, sometimes our reading rager parties went way past 7:15. — at Manaslu Circuit Trek.
Wins big at the yak tracks and now he's a buddhist baller! — at Manaslu Circuit Trek.
Risking waffling some donkey dung or falling off a mountain side path as wide as my boot's shoelace, I finally looked up to notice this craggy little knoll. — at Manaslu Circuit Trek.
We all shivered hairline-cracks into our ribs at this champagne chateau. — with Ryan Davis.
At zero-oxygen altitude, a view probably worth my textured, egg-yolk nose bleeds... — at Manaslu Circuit Trek.