Cuba. Where do I start?
Where do I start to talk about Cuba? A prequel in the Miami hotel, ostensibly close but a world away from Cuba, where a plethora of pillows was unable to conceal the… Continue reading
Category Archive: culture shock
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I don’t believe you, but I love you anyway
They tell me this is one planet. All the same one. But I’m not sure I believe them. Because I remember walking down a backstreet in San Salvador, where children stopped their… Continue reading
Why I travel
Take me back. Take me back to rotting garbage on dirty streets, where water is a luxury and stink a certainty. I want to feel unwashed and threadbare sheets on hard beds, and… Continue reading
Can I ask you a question?
I’m not used to women in bars looking at me like I’m a complete a**hole. Truth be told, I’m not used to women in bars looking at me at all, but here was… Continue reading
Is it weird being back in America?
“Is it weird being back in America?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “Not…really.” Adjusting to Stateside norms was pretty easy; I did grow up here, after all. I can handle… Continue reading
Captain One-Eye’s problem with prostitutes
“We don’t sign contracts of any of that nonsense. Here, you give your word and shake hands. If you keep your side of the deal, no problem. If you don’t? Problem.” Saying this,… Continue reading
Where am I?
Where am I? I asked myself that as I walked through the canyon-like hallways of cyclopean airport that serves this small city. Making a statement? And again as the customary isolation of Turkey… Continue reading
I’m deporting myself. (And fair warning, a lot of sex talk.)
I remember thinking that eating in a restaurant or seeing a movie alone were the loneliest, saddest things on Earth. I got over the first one many years (and many passport stamps) ago,… Continue reading
What year is it and why am I so greasy?
I did something out of character tonight, and I don’t even feel bad about it. I plead temporary insanity. And peer pressure. And a spirit of adventure. K has a curiosity for experiences,… Continue reading
Gringo Radio
All I want to talk about lately is fish, but I’ll give that a (short) break and tell you about the radio instead. I mentioned that Curacao is filled with Dutch, Spanish, English,… Continue reading
