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My brother, Mark, is a traveler, a wanderer, a planet.\u00a0 He can’t sit still, a powerful urge to move comes over him, an urge with plenty of family reinforcement.\u00a0 Dad took to the road all the time, as often as he could, as long as he could, even if it was to run down the story of a river that went underground only to pop up somewhere else.\u00a0 He hunted down the ordinary extraordinary.\u00a0 Mark takes the sensibility a step further.<\/p>\n
He has crossed Russia on the trans-siberian railway, picked olives in Turkey and worked on a kibbutz in Israel.\u00a0 When he finally hit Southeast Asia, over twenty years ago, something clicked.\u00a0 This was a place he could use as a base.\u00a0 And he does.\u00a0 Teaching English in Bangkok, but setting out for journeys into Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam.\u00a0 He reminds me of the writers who took off on tramp steamers to see the world.\u00a0 Now, he’s antsy again, wanting to move, needing to move.\u00a0 Who knows where he’ll go next?\u00a0 He doesn’t.<\/p>\n
Mary, my sister, travels a lot, too:\u00a0 Tibet, India, Dubai, the Caribbean, England, Greece, Malaysia, Indonesia.\u00a0 She, too, has a base in Southeast Asia, Singapore, or Asia Lite as she likes to call it.\u00a0 She teaches, too, at the National Institute of Education, Singapore.<\/p>\n
They both have lives that are very exotic compared to Andover, Minnesota.\u00a0 I’m glad to have their vicarious adventures in my life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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