BH.net: new writing, and more to come

Even though our motto is travel for free, sometimes there are even impediments in a world as transient and wonderful as the web. There is still an infrastructure, the realities of our database, time.

But we don't want to talk about any of that. Instead, let's share some of our recent work, in case you haven't checked the Writing and Photography sections in the past few months.

Prague, Czech Republic
1. Prague: Cold City, Warm Soul by Kristen Kosnac:

When we finally reached the castle at the top of the hill, I was able to see firsthand why Prague had been deemed 'the city of a hundred spires'; looking out over the city, I saw a sea of baroque style buildings that were reminiscent of the Roman Catholic Church's influence in Prague during the 16 and 17th centuries.

Read "Prague: Cold City, Warm Soul" >>


St. Maartin, Netherlands Antilles
2. Island Time by Linnea West:

You have probably heard the phrase 'island time,' but it can be difficult to appreciate until you see it in action, similar to a turtle race. Time slows down, at least for everyone else. I've sat in traffic watching car after car pile up as two passing drivers held a conversation. I've waited as a cook at a restaurant stopped fixing my dinner to fix her child's hair and then start scribbling in a notebook.

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Phnom Penh, Cambodia
3. Phnom Peh, Cambodia by Laurie Saget:

In April 2009 [Saget] visited the Tuol Svay Prey High School, which had been converted into a prison during the Pol Pot Regime from 1975 to 1979. The prison became known as S.21 (Security Office in Phnom Penh, Cambodia). Her photos show images of the gallows used for water torture, prison cells and rooms that still, to this day, contain the tools used to torture and execute engineers, teachers, students, ministers and thousands of other innocent Cambodians then considered enemies of the regime and its politics.

View Saget's photos from Phnom Penh >>


Toscana, Italia
4. Febbre Torino by Lee Wilson:

The train was not an hour outside of Siena when it suddenly came to a halt. Everyone groaned. An announcement was made in heavily accented Italian, spoken too quickly for me to understand. A group of nuns were sitting across from me in the compartment. "Ah, Dio," one muttered. It was safe to assume that we would not be moving for quite some time. After the sisters and I stared silently and politely at each other for about an hour, I decided that the copy of Corriere Della Sera on the seat next to me was sufficiently abandoned.

Read "Febbre Torino!" >>


Tel Aviv, Irael
5. Israel, in increments by Jess Gill:

Not only could I see it - I could touch it. I could touch the four walls of the synagogue my great-grandfather built, now held as a historic landmark. I could reach the backyard in which my grandmother and her mother before her hung up the wash, while children chased each other around. For the first time, I could reach out and touch my own history.

Read "Israel in increments" >>


Enjoy.


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