by Tim Caminos | Nov 30, 2017 | Adventures in Travel
You might think of April in Paris, as the song of that name says, adorned with “chestnuts in blossom” and bursting with the “charm of spring.” But the reality is often closer to T.S. Eliot’s lines, “April is the cruelest month,” wrenching “dull roots” from the “dead...
by Tim Caminos | Apr 21, 2017 | Adventures in Travel
Aspen had been a rough and tumble town once, roiling with grizzled silver miners digging their way to imagined riches. And some had succeeded. Fifteen thousand people lived there by the 1890s. It had culture, too. An opera house and a grand hotel, both built by a...
by Tim Caminos | May 23, 2014 | Adventures in Travel
CIÉLA It was after midnight when he slouched into the hotel on CopacabanaBeach. The long day of meetings in São Paulo had labored on through dinner. He’d vowed to take the half-hour flight to Rio afterwards, whatever the time, just to escape the deadly corporate...
by Tim Caminos | Oct 29, 2013 | Adventures in Travel
James Sloan Allen “But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.” The book flapped shut, and Burton Sharp let it drop over on his stomach as he lay in bed beside his sleeping wife, Sylvia. His head sank back into the pillow. He...
by Tim Caminos | Jun 16, 2013 | Adventures in Travel
It was five years ago that I had first come to Madras. And I had liked it. Yes, it had the same air of restrained chaos that typifies Indian cities. Its streets and sidewalks teemed with people amid streams of honking vehicles, gypsy-like women clutching infants...
by Tim Caminos | Jan 20, 2013 | Adventures in Travel
RAFFLES by James Sloan Allen Stuart Murphy swung his car onto the highway, joining the daily throng into the city. Horns honked. Fumes swirled. Traffic crawled. He peered emptily through the windshield. “The world is too much with us,” he sighed; “late and soon,...