At the age of thirteen, my trip to a film festival in the Middle East turned terrifying when a grown man invited himself to my hotel room. I escaped unscathed, but I’ve been haunted ever since by the gruesome fate he most surely met.
For the past 28 years I’ve built a stand-up routine based largely on my New York neuroses, and scheduled around my personal phobia of leaving the five boroughs. When I booked a weeklong gig on the other side of the planet I had no idea what to expect—and neither did China.
A terrifying experience with my sick newborn sent me into a downward spiral of nightmares, depression and self-harm. It took a 24-day trip through a remote region of Central Asia to find myself again.
Neighborly Norwegians hatched a plan for Finland’s 2017 centennial: gift them their country’s new highest peak. But is their quirky plan an insurmountable climb?
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