Thirty years after my daughter Maile's Himalayan initiation, a 125-mile trek along Bhutan's Snowman route, we recently repeated the ritual with Maile's 8-year-old daughter, Ua. Only this time around, we were “glamping” with a pack train, a cook, and a guide that spoke perfect English and had actually been to our final destination!
This year, at the end of three months in Bhutan, Pakistan, and India, I was powerfully drawn to the slums of Lahore and Kolkata: their rich color, their fascinating characters, and especially their friendly and open people. Feeling both safe and spellbound, I roamed Kolkata's worst slums day and night, meeting hustlers, con artists, thieves, drug dealers, prostitutes, addicts and beggars...as well as lots of honest, hard-working people including quite a fewhijra,or transsexuals.
Not long ago, I took my 9-year-old granddaughter Ua to Honolulu for six days of “holo holo” (cruising) – the waterpark, zoo, art museum, movies and...
So why have I chosen to share my experience in Kalalau Valley publicly? There are several reasons. One, because recent State closures and ramped...
The beauty, peace and quiet. The quality of light. The pure taste of spring water. The focused concentration of the hunt. Eating only fresh and ...
In 2020, I spent three weeks living in Kalalau Valley during the Covid-19 Lockdown. While my family and I had been camping in the valley for dec...
Thirty years after my daughter Maile's Himalayan initiation, a 125-mile trek along Bhutan's Snowman route, we recently repeated the ritual with Maile's 8-year-old daughter, Ua. Only this time around, we were “glamping” with a pack train, a cook, and a guide that spoke perfect English and had actually been to our final destination!
The ongoing debate among academics, activists, cultural practitioners, and just plain old “born and raised” Molokai locals over the “correct” pronu...
I took these photos for Hana Hou Magazine a few years back of a longtime Kauai (Ha‘ena) fisherman, Keli’i Alapai and his son Kanoe. Keli’i and Ka...
At exhibitions and in interviews, I’m occasionally asked about what cameras I use. I typically dismiss these questions with a flippant “Good pho...
This year, at the end of three months in Bhutan, Pakistan, and India, I was powerfully drawn to the slums of Lahore and Kolkata: their rich color, their fascinating characters, and especially their friendly and open people. Feeling both safe and spellbound, I roamed Kolkata's worst slums day and night, meeting hustlers, con artists, thieves, drug dealers, prostitutes, addicts and beggars...as well as lots of honest, hard-working people including quite a few hijra, or transsexuals.
I spent 10 days in October at the Indian National Library in Kolkata, researching a chapter in my new book. In 1974, I worked for Mrs. S. A. Cha...
On my way to the Lahore airport, I stopped for dinner at a rooftop restaurant in the old walled city next to the Badshahi Mosque and across from th...
In 1973 I was arrested while trying to cross the border from Afghanistan’s Wakhan Corridor over the Irshad Pass to the Wakhi valley of Chipursan in...
