Monthly Archive: July, 2012

If the caimans don’t get you, the scorpion spiders will.

Since leaving Costa Rica I have been surprised at how little wildlife is left (or at least visible) in this part of the world (no offense Colombia) so I had my doubts about… Continue reading

My urethra did just fine in Cuyabena National Park.

Dude, there’s this fish in the Amazon that swims into your wiener, then twists its head sideways and, like, never comes out. It just lives in there. Forever. I heard they have to… Continue reading

Becoming an Ecuadorian uncle, public aerobics with Grace Jones, and men in leather briefs.

Thank the Incan gods (Imahmana Viracocha?) it was a fast case of food poisoning, though I opted for some safe home-cooked quinoa and veggies for awhile (with the added paranoia of the recently… Continue reading