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At the End of a Long Drive


Shreesh and Neena Taskar

We didn't make the decision, the decision made us. On October 20th, 2007, we left our comfortable city of San Francisco to follow a simple algorithm - go North till the road ends then turn around and then go as far South. In between those two points was the stage, the timeline, the space, where we made things happen and things happened to us.

The past is fleeting and the stories, the sights and the feelings are perishable. One sees what one wants to see, and perhaps we are not capable of more. We saw that people are kind and helpful even if they were not materially rich. Some we could understand even though we didn't speak the same language, the motivations of others were incomprehensible even though we did. In the end fragments remain - the smell of roasting chocolate, a flock of snow Ptarmigians on snow, the creaking of the rainforest, the rough feathers of penguins, and the intoxication of Curanto.


So these are our stories. Every time you visit the site you will see a random post below. Each starts with Lo que pasa es que...

A vaccine a day keeps the doctors away…

Jul 11th, 2007 by

Yellow Card

Yellow Card

Needles as a child – How I said “Nevermore” – Needles as an adult.

Vaccinations are a familiar part of any holiday for me. As a child in India, my family made our annual pilgrimage to Mumbai to visit the family from New Delhi. And so the ritual trip to the doctor’s office to arm ourselves against typhoid, cholera and tetanus, amidst much crying in anticipation of the needle.

I remember clearly the moment when I determined to stop crying. As is common in India, some family friends had dropped in unexpectedly just as we were about to go to the doctor’s office. So, we all set off for the quick little pricks and then dinner. In the middle of bawling when my turn came, I turned my head to see the guest’s kids, our age, with their noses pressed against the outer glass peering at us and laughing at our plight. And I said, “Nevermore”!

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