After my divorce, Kiki and I continued to travel throughout the world.

We already had made some wonderful voyages before the divorce. One of the most exotic was that of Japan in 2006. I was invited by Takehiko Ito and the Japanese Culture of Peace Association (See photo). But all the planning was done by Kiki who had us travel to Kyoto and to the North, and to stay in the traditional ryokans where we slept on thin mats on the floor in rooms lit by translucent paper walls. One of the funniest things was taking baths in a ryokan since they were co-ed steam baths. We discovered Japanese cuisine, some of the finest we have ever tasted, although sometimes, unable to speak Japanese, we ended up with some unexpected results! The photo here was taken in a restaurant that served only crab, but was very elegant - something like 6 stories, each with little private rooms. A memorable side trip was to Kakunodate, an ancient samurai village on the West Coast at the height of the cherry blossom time. Also, we were especially impressed with Iwate-San and Fuji-San, the beautiful mountains that are called "San" as you would address a venerable person.

Our most exotic trip was for one month to French Polynesia in the spring of 2012, visiting the islands of Moorea, Mahini and Tikehau. We had a great time fishing or swimming with the tropical fish in the lagoons. The dangerous sharks didn't come into the lagoon from the ocean side, although we had smaller sharks that ate our leftovers thrown from our tables by the water. At one point along with the three women who ran the pension we went out where we could swim with the giant manta ray. It was so beautiful that Kiki had one tattooed on the back of her shoulder on our return to the main island of Papeete. One day we took the kayaks to a small deserted island and played Robinson Crusoe, eating coconuts which we opened with oyster shell knives. Another time we were invited by the woman who did the housecleaning at the pension to a barbecue at her place where she and her husband raised pearl oysters, and she gave Kiki some of them (iridescent blue-black). This trip closed the circle for us, as it was around 1996 that Kiki went by herself to Tahiti with only a backpack, we called by phone at night where her telephone booth was besieged with crabs, and I surprised her by meeting her at the airport when she returned to France.

Another exotic trip was to Venice in 2013, driving there with Marcel, our golden retriever in Lili, the cute little red convertible of Kiki. We stayed in a magnificent old mansion furnished with fine old furniture and took the vaporetto boat into the city each day. Marcel was a big hit, but it was difficult because he was forced to wear a muzzle on the vaporettos. And, of course, we explored the maze of old streets and canals. This was my fourth visit to the magical city, having gone previously with Susan, Nina and Lindsay. On the way, we stopped in the Jura and stayed with Kiki's old friends Thierry and Manu and their kids, and then in Geneva with the family of Joe, Kiki's first husband. I went into the city each day to the peace conference organized by Oliver Rizzi-Carlson.

Other trips during these years were to Mexico, Cote d'Ivoire, Budapest, Rome and Cuba. All but the last were connected to culture of peace conferences. In Mexico, we were hosted in Guadalajara by Vanessa Uriarte, a CPNN reporter, and afterwards we stayed in the grand hotel on the plaza in Mexico City and took a trip to Teotihuacan. In Cuba we rented a car and toured the western half of the island, appreciating the twilight of state socialism. In the countryside, remarkably, there were more horseback riders or horses and buggies than there were cars!

In Domenica in 2014 we stayed with Frank and Caroline in their guest house at Scotts Head on the southern tip of the island - where I had gone with Lindsay a few years before - and where there is a bay with coral reefs that is perfect for snorkeling. Each morning they gave us a bottle of fresh squeezed fruit juice from yet another of their fruit trees that Frank had planted when he returned to the island from England where he was a professional gardener. As always the snorkeling was wonderful, but difficult this time for me because of my medical condition. I couldn't urinate but had to catheter myself thanks to the botched injection of botox into my bladder by my urologist. Kiki is laughing in the photo because of the way we had to escape from the island. The last night there was a terrible tempest that closed all the roads with landslides and we couldn't get past them to go to the airport in our rented jeep. So we hired a little fishing boat to take us, but the guy was dead drunk and the voyage was a riot!