I’m Starting a Travel Blog


I’m not entirely sure why you follow this blog, or read things I write, but I appreciate you nonetheless.

I’d like to point out that I’ve begun a new project, A Long Way Back, a travel blog meant to detail my three-month trip to reach Canada from Korea. The plan is tentatively to spend one month in Southeast Asia (Cambodia, Borneo, Malaysia, Indonesia); a few weeks in India, undecidedly the north or south; a few weeks in the Middle East (possible stopover in Dubai, certainly Jordan and Israel); then one month crossing Europe by train and plane to fly back to Toronto (maybe via good ol’ Halifax) in time for mid-December.

Right now the blog offers only a few reposted stories from this site and around the web, but I’ll be updating it with stories from around the world for the rest of 2013. I’d appreciate any follows, hits or comments (advice?) you can spare.




Miracle on the Han(ukkah) River

Jay and Keum-won Kronish were looking for flights out of Korea when the Israeli ambassador called. There was a problem, he told them. Keum-won knew immediately what was wrong—the ambassador had asked her, a Korean native and American resident who’d retired in Israel, to find someone in Busan to lead the city’s first Israeli cultural center. And she had done this—two years ago. Unfortunately, the person she recruited for the position had backed out, leaving the ambassador with a headless operation and many gears already in motion. So he asked her, flat-out, over the phone: Why don’t you and your husband do it?

Jay Kronish, now sitting in the newly-minted Israel House in the Centum City district of Busan, shakes his head in disbelief. “And my wife said yes.”


“Somebody asked me, ‘How many Jews are there in Busan?’” Kronish recalls. “I said, uh… four? I dunno!”

Dude ran around Jerusalem to create a sort-of museum, saw Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” speech, then made the first Holocaust Museum in East Asia. For the full interview and story, look no further than Busan Haps


I DON’T PRETEND to be an especially well-versed traveler, but a recent trip inspired the question alluded to in this headline, and the resulting conversation, combined with my desire to write a blog post about just nearly anything, means that I’m going to culminate for you here 23 years’ worth of living into a couple hundred words and blurry photos downloaded from Facebook. Here they are, in no relevant order:

Masada, Southern District, Israel

Masada is a fortress on a mountain in a dessert, which sounds impressive because you gotta wonder how they a) built it and b) lived there during the first century, but then sounds even more impressive when you realize that the ol’ Israelites who climbed down and up the mountain for four hours every day they needed water were the same tribe being hunted by Romans and who later committed mass suicide when the Romans’ siege succeeded. The remains of the fortress are beautiful in a tragic way, and while the surrounding dessert is vast in its powerful glory, it’s unmistakably the closest I’ve come to literally baking myself in an oven.

Amsterdam canals, the Netherlands

When I say I want to live in Europe, a particular mental picture comes to mind: women in long dresses and men wearing ascots sipping expensive coffees out of those tiny cups you can’t slip your pinky through, all under the shade of lush green trees and sophisticated brick architecture, with someone romantic rowing a boat in the sun nearby. This is literally what I imagine Amsterdam is like all the time, based solely on my few days of being there when I was like 19 or something.  The thought that people are actually lucky enough to live there full-time is bewildering to me still.

Guinsa Temple, Guinsa, South Korea

I traveled to Guinsa this past January, on a solo vacation six months into my teaching here. It happened to be the first Sunday after the Lunar New Year, which explained the 8,000-odd Koreans crawling up and down the mountain complex in hanbok, traditional Korean clothes, and praying for up to 10 hours a day. I wrote a full piece on it for Busan Haps, but it isn’t up yet; an accurate summation, in a sentence, would be to note how indescribable was that 8 a.m. sunrise at the top of the valley, when met with the chanting of monks and the chirping of birds and quietude of the mountains beyond.

Taroko Gorge, Hualien, Taiwan

Taroko Gorge is one of those unmistakably beautiful places, the kind of place that knows it’s gorgeous and just doesn’t have to try very hard. It’s a massive park of mountains and valleys, ripe with several painfully beautiful hiking trails of varying difficulties, and a tribe of native locals who stay away from the touristy spots but can sometimes be seen off keeping to themselves in the distance. As a bonus there are impossibly-built temples scattered throughout the entire thing, on the edges of cliffs and the tops of mountains and stuff, and when you look at them from below you’re struck both by how hard they must’ve been to create, as well as how obvious it is that this is the perfect spot for a Buddhist temple.

Taebaek Mountain, Taebaek, South Korea

Morning hikes are one thing, and snow hikes another, but little else I’ve experienced has made me feel simultaneously older and more virile than a snowy morning mountain hike. The air is very crisp and the amount one sweats makes one feel distinctly like his body alone could overcome any element. I didn’t reach the top because I was low on food and water, and also exhausted and wanted to watch the Snow Festival festivities by 10 a.m., but at a resting point halfway up a group of Koreans gave me chocolate and gimbap and it was really sweet.