Callie landed just after eleven o’clock in the morning. Immigration was easy—the guy glanced at her picture and grinned. Her bag came out third. She had nothing to declare...

Every day, at nine in the morning, Mr. Ghosh got his mustache trimmed while waiting for things to happen. Betel juice dripped from one side of his paan-stained lips, his backside comfortably lodged on a rickety chair in the middle of the busy pavement...

Five Stars—Excellent Tour and driver/guide The road took us into the island where we came across Victory. He held a pointed staff and left footprints long and vehicular. Victory spoke very good English and heaved like...