The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “beach


Posted on April 11, 2015

I ventured to Koh Rong, a highly-rated undeveloped island twenty-five rocky kilometers from Sihanoukville, only for the bioluminescent plankton. I experienced these glowing micro-organisms about a decade ago in Puerto Rico, and so I was propelled by an innocent but somewhat misguided hunt for an experience that was probably once in a lifetime, as all experiences tend to be. I hopped off the creaking ferry into a den of beautiful Europeans who above all wanted to party and they wanted to do it now. The main beach vomited neon with strings of shacks competing with each other, all claiming to have it all – Dorms! Bar! Food! Wifi! Laundry! – and while it was only ten in the morning, each blasted its own variety…

Humans of Holland

Posted on July 21, 2012

Let us begin on a sleepy side street in the labyrinth that is Amsterdam. Across a canal, I spot a wooden sign that reads “used english books”. I dash. In the front of the store, you can see specs of dust and debris dance in the sunlight. The rest of the shop has fluorescent yellow lighting that flickers and buzzes and makes you feel uncomfortable after a while. The books are unwanted. They cover obscure, specific topics: an Elizabeth Taylor biography, a history of french playwrights, philosophical essays by unknown minds. They smell old but their pages are like new. The owner is American by birth but moved to Holland years ago. He mentions he’s from southern Indiana and I ask him how he…


Posted on January 17, 2012

My friend Peter sticks a squirming starfish in my face. Such a weird/cool starfish!

Rush sells overpriced coconuts and bananas on the beach of an isolated lagoon called Pirate’s Bay. He always has a fire going, which I appreciated because there’s nothing better than the smoky smell of wood burning.


The Kingfish eventually finds its way home to a ceramic plate, cradled by fried chips and coleslaw.

Back to DC, back to ‘real life’ if you will, is always a disconcerting adjustment. You think: “Why am I sitting here doing problem sets when there are¬†148,940,000 square kilometers of earth’s varied terrain to explore??”. That’s not even including the surface area of the oceans and other naturally-occurring watery constructions, which amount for seventy percent of the globe’s total surface!! In stark opposition to the hallowed cliche ‘it’s a small world’, it’s not at all small. It’s very large in fact.


Posted on January 3, 2012

I step out of Dagger’s crumbling Nissan and find myself in the hills overlooking¬†a beach-side village. A local woman runs a guesthouse from her basement; even though she’s has the cheapest accommodation in town, she doesn’t get too much business because this is the local’s territory and the typical tourists who frequent Isle Y don’t like to be far away from the beach or far away from other white people. I walk down a few steps and see that the house is being overtaken by palm trees and other tropical foliage. Chickens and roosters survey the hillside scavenging for scraps. A gap in the trees allows a stunning panorama of the bay. Her name is Shirley and she and her quaint digs are my…

Where the Birds Come to Die

Posted on January 24, 2011

I currently reside in DC. That’s a long ways away from where I snapped this photo – Cabo Polonio, Uruguay. This place is truly unique in that it’s a fishing village nestled in sand dunes, completely isolated from the rest of the country. And the country is a little isolated in itself. It’s a small, quiet community during the wintertime, which was when I went. We were drawn to this village with the promise that we’d see lots of penguins. And we did. Dead ones. Apparently Cabo Polonio is where penguins come to die – they know when they’re old and the protective oil on their feathers is wearing thin. It was a little morbid, but the weirdness of this place was too enveloping…