Megan SwanickMinsk, #50Riding through a forest, inside a cave of darkness, a Belorussian winter night. The back of a Soviet time machine. A man, no markings of a…Mar 8, 2020Mar 8, 2020
Megan SwanickIt’s raining in Australia and I’ve come to linger by the beach.I’ve traveled the world over to find we all, after all, speak the same. The young people, they love to think about how we’re all these tiny…Oct 21, 2018Oct 21, 2018
Megan SwanickDespite the lack of day, stars still hung up on a Newcastle sky, Ken, 4.96Staying just a few blocks off the beach so you could hear the waves and smell the ocean, feel the night’s wind blowing, pulling closer my…Oct 21, 2018Oct 21, 2018
Megan SwanickThat there is a pubA cluster of elderly men smoking cigarettes on the corner obscure the entrance from view. I nearly miss it.May 7, 2018May 7, 2018
Megan SwanickThe Spanish, the Dutch, a farewell to JoburgWe discovered, over the course of our six weeks in South Africa, that couchsurfing was an excellent way to not be homeless.May 2, 2018May 2, 2018
Megan SwanickA handball more infamous than Thierry’sThe weeks went by in a blur; a montage of matches, celebrations, late nights in hostels and bars.May 2, 2018May 2, 2018
Megan SwanickThe group of sixteen, a bar by the seaBy June 26th 2010 thirty-two nations had been split in half.May 2, 2018May 2, 2018
Megan SwanickHup Hup! Holland!Among the colors of the rainbow nation one finds a strong orange thread of Afrikaans, a lineage tied to their ancestral Dutch.May 1, 2018May 1, 2018
Megan SwanickThe end of the groupFor two weeks the rainbow nation was full of new color; the color of jerseys, the color of flags, the color of visitors from near and far.Apr 18, 2018Apr 18, 2018
Megan SwanickThe French, The Mexicans, The JoburgersWe woke up ready to leave Joburg for Polokwone, only to realize that we are idiots.Apr 18, 2018Apr 18, 2018