Change of plans, the Amazon will have to wait.
In Nicaragua I ate pork tacos and drank mysterious beverages out of plastic bags sold by vendors on the buses. In Costa Rica I ate wild mangoes basically scooped up off the sidewalk.… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: June, 2012
Anybody seen a trumpet-playing Mexican around here?
We’re sitting at breakfast yesterday talking to a couple from Ireland, and once I manage to drag myself above an animal level of delight at their accents, I realized that their words are… Continue reading
Finding waterfalls in Mindo to not jump off.
Yikes, stop blogging for a day and four sneak past. We’re back in Quito now, where I admired the sunlight slanting through the thick banks of exhaust barfed out by the bizarrely numerous… Continue reading
My Ecuadorian Grandpa is trying to kill me.
I woke up this morning a little tired, kinda half-assed my way through our second attempt at yoga, then fueled up on the largest of the three breakfast options available, with a decent… Continue reading
Turns out I’m avianophilic.
“I’m going traveling to find myself” is one of the great statements of our age, perhaps even part of our zeitgeist script. Sometimes it seems better to me to say “I’m going traveling… Continue reading
Finding a moment like church in Mindo.
We woke up at 5:30 and got ready, eating the pineapple we bought in Otavalo for breakfast. It was early, it was tasty. We checked out, walked to the bus stop, and got… Continue reading
Quito: dancing angels, walking in the clouds, and the comatose.
Sorry for the delay in posting, but today is the first time the guards have let me use the computer. Ecuadorian prison is worse than I expected, and I can’t help but wonder… Continue reading
Quito stole my hobby.
Buenos dias from the equator. Well, close enough. We got to Quito yesterday, and I am pretty sure this city is a giant pinata of amazingness and fantabulosity. The only problem is the… Continue reading
A mountain and/of my socio-religious opinions.
I adore wordpress’s ability to connect people, and deeply appreciate everyone who reads the things I post on here, so if you get offended by (perhaps unorthodox?) religious opinions, maybe skip this one… Continue reading
From colonial mansions to vomitous toilets.
We ended up spending the better part of two different weeks in Bogota, but kept busy walking, taking pictures, eating, and switching hostels every day or two in a compensatory form of interior… Continue reading
