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Dear Jim, Today we all got in cars, drove past a land mine field, down a dirt road for over an hour, and watched mountains disappear and ...

Dear Jim, When I was little, like quite little, 7 or 8 maybe, I used to make up stories for Mika while we rode in the car. They were rubb...

Dear Jim, How do I even begin to describe the desert to you? I thought I knew desert because I come from Australia, and sure, I’ve been i...

Dear Jim, There is a word that I like at the moment. Romping. [verb] (especially of a child or anima) to play roughly and energetically E...

Dear Jim, There is a thing that people do here. It’s odd that they remain so enthusiastic, given that it happens multiple times a day. In...

Dear Jim, There are many important things to know about mushrooms. But one thing that I did not previously know about mushrooms is this: ...

Dear Jim, Before you know it, it's time to go. It doesn't matter how much I anticipate it, or how much I try to slow down, these days jus...

Dear Jim, Ever since we got here, we've been talking about them. Whether or not we would see them. If it would get dark enough. If the cl...

Dear Jim, It's difficult to write about the weekend that we had. So much happened, but in some ways there is little to say. We travel as ...

Dear Jim, The sheep here are strange. In fact they are down right weird. But they are hilarious. They are everywhere. They are very vocal...

Dear Jim, We decided to hike to the most northern point of the island. From here you can see the north pole. It is an overnight hike, and...

Dear Jim, I did a thing. I say 'thing' because I haven't quite worked out exactly what it is yet. It is a strange culmination of many yea...

Dear Jim, Nessy mentioned that you liked to look at the photos I post, so here are some snapshots of around the area for you, to give you...

Dear Jim, Today I got lost. I don't think I've ever been lost like this before. I've lost my way in cities, parks, airports, on roads, on...

Dear Jim, There are no trees. I mean, there are shrubs, and large bushes that grow sort of sideways into the ground. But there are no REA...

Dear Jim, We like to think of journeys as poetic don't we? And they are, often. And then sometimes they are not. Sometimes they are just ...

Dear Jim, I'm writing this to you, because often when I'm writing, I feel like I'm writing to you anyway. Even though it's been a long ti...