Travel in 1976 echoed the lost hippy days. I refused to get a haircut anywhere, not because I detested short hair, but out of a fear of lice. My afro hid my hair’s length. It grew up, not down. I boarded a flight from Jakarta to Singapore. Jakarta’s chaos,...
Envision two cities worlds apart. You fly from one to the other, leaving a world of poverty, dirt, and crowded roads for intense cleanness, organization, and streets that work. Here’s a tale of a pair of such places. The taxi pulls in front of my hotel in Paharganj...
