Usia Maesy enam tahun saat ia memasukkan kue-kue kering ke toples, juga pisang dan apel, lalu mengisi botol dengan limun dan mengajak beberapa sepupunya piknik di pinggir Danau Sunter. Dengan ala...
Di malam bulan Desember yang dingin, yang anginnya membuat pipi terasa kebas, Maesy berjalan kaki menjauhi stasiun Den Haag Central sambil menangis. Ia bersedih karena hari-hari perkuliahannya di...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2017/08/08/den-haag-setelah-tujuh-tahun/
Sudah lewat tengah malam saat George Whitman berjalan tertatih di ruang tengah toko bukunya. Malam itu ia sulit tidur. George — yang rambut putihnya tergerai awut-awutan — berjingkat-jingkat ...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2017/03/07/frere-lampier-yang-menyalakan-lampu-di-malam-hari/
“Did you know that Tolkien had a drinking club? He used to invite some writer friends to his parlor to drink and write for an evening.” Overheard at Jarndyce Antiquarian Booksellers in London...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2015/08/30/a-remedy-for-loneliness/
Whenever I think of Cyprus, I think of the color blue. The bold, impossible to ignore blue of the sky in the coastal town of Limassol; a stark contrast against the blindingly white sands and ston...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2013/12/10/when-i-think-of-cyprus-i-think-of-blue-2/
Kita tentu pernah berada dalam situasi itu. Saat titik tujuan seolah tak kunjung dicapai dan kursi bus atau kereta semakin terasa tak nyaman. Saat puncak gunung masih jauh dan kaki sudah semaki...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2013/12/04/para-pejalan-yang-tertidur/
We were desperate. The four of us enjoyed basking in the glory of the beautiful ruins of Roman temples in Agrigento under the kind Sicilian springtime sun a little too much. Actually, scratch the...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2013/11/02/vignette-of-a-place-agrigento/
“The more I think about it, the more travel tales seem like love stories.” Twosocks was sipping his cup of Aceh Gayo with much fervor while I talked a mile a minute, as usual. That last sente...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2013/10/13/because-travel-tales-are-love-stories-after-all/
It’s December. It’s that time of the year again when the world seems to spin at a slower pace, when things become mellow no matter rain or shine, and when reminiscing becomes inevitable. Livi...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2012/12/09/of-child-like-excitement-christmas-market-and-hitler-2/
I stumbled across this piece of wisdom, scrawled on the wall of a hostel’s toilet by a traveler with a knack for philosophy, during my break from Manuel Castells and Alain Touraine. As a person...
https://thedustysneakers.com/2010/10/05/the-unwitting-philosophers/