For my birthday I want…Ecuador.
First thing this morning there were some strangers singing to me in bed. Luckily I heard K as she came up the stairs say to them “it’s my boyfriend’s birthday” and “can you… Continue reading
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More vomit, and a mystery solved.
I apologize to those with vomit-sensitive eye-stomachs, I don’t mean to include it so often on here, it invites itself. Yesterday on the bus from Banos (sic) to Riobamba, it invited itself all… Continue reading
Hot springs, drunks, and…is that feces?
Wow. It reeks here. Cigarettes and some sort of feces, I would guess dog, but circumstantial evidence indicates otherwise. We sure know how to pick a hostel. Papallacta was a beautiful surprise of… Continue reading
Quick break for a piece of Responsible Tourism.
I’m going to take a quick break from travel stories because even though I don’t take several showers a day and I’ve never played golf, I have been to one of the communities… Continue reading
I promise I’m not actually trying to kill my girlfriend.
To Whom It May Concern; With this letter I hereby acknowledge the debt I owe to one K.F. incurred on July 4 in Cuyabena National Park in Ecuador. Aforementioned debt being of sufficient… Continue reading
Groomed by Nacho and whipped by a shaman.
“How about we go to Papallacta, the town in the mountains near Quito rumored to have the best hot springs in the country, relax, email, and write about our jungle trip?” Good plan,… Continue reading
Weekly Photo Challenge – Movement
Apparently someone issues these weekly photo challenges? I am guessing I’m too late for this one, and supposed to pick one, but we’re catching a bus in a bit and I’m curious what y’all… Continue reading
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
