I’ve posted a new travel piece about a little trip out to Karkar Island last week. You can read it here. A little excerpt below.
“In the lee of the island, the water is flat calm. It has an oily, glassy appearance. It’s so still it’s almost ghostly. I rarely see lakes this quiet. The surface barely moves. There are no waves, no wind-ruffle, no swell. Just faint blemishes that play games with light and shadow. The hull of the motorboat slices through it like a kitana through fine silk. It feels like a travesty to disturb it.”