Travels

Tales from times when Trop hits the road.

Guilt Trip: Morocco

As we shoved through the narrow alleys that make up the medina of Marrakech, everything was for sale—lamps, shoes, knives, spices, picture frames made of tires, yes. But most of all, spices. Shopkeepers had eight-foot tall…

A Place in Sossusvlei

I was alone and there was no sound at all. Towering rust-red dunes circled the flat I stood on—I could see wind flinging sand from the high crests, but I couldn’t hear it, only the rasp…

Angling

I’m a poor angler. Not that fishing plays a big role in my life as an adjunct lit teacher in Milledgeville, Georgia. My students thread fishhooks into the bills of their caps, and the relationship just…

The Promise of Delivery

The hammock I’d bought for the riverboat was nearly too long. I had to tie it as tight as I could so that when I got in it to sleep my butt didn’t sag to the…

Destination

When I was little, my family and I lived aboard a boat for two years, and we traveled close to the mosquito-fogged jungle coastline of Central and South America. Our boat was a motor yacht, a…

The Fresh Pride

The one thing that unites the two types of people on Chincoteague Island, Virginia—the “Come-Heres” and the “From-Heres”—is the island’s lone grocery store. In this Tropcast, I speak with tourists, locals, my parents, and some fellow…