I fear for Israel; or, Jerusalem wanted to hate me.
“I need a little more time to know for sure how I feel about Jerusalem…” was all I could say after I left there last year. Months went by, and I never came back… Continue reading
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A battalion of sauces, lots of boobies, and sheer normalcy on the streets of Caracas.
(In deference to the blogosphere’s reverence for brevity, I split this post in two; the first half is here) After clearing customs, hearing of youthful harlots, and being warned that the water… Continue reading
Arriving in Caracas, Part 1 of 2; or, my niece’s birthday party was a porno scene
The plane landed at Caracas’ Simon Bolivar International Airport with a stronger bump than most, and taxied past a row of unfamiliar logos on modest fuselages. Between the recent unrest, and, more importantly,… Continue reading
Censorship; or, Celebrity ____ likes to smoke ____!
Anthony Bourdain was in Tangier. That’s an interesting city, and from what I’ve seen of him, an interesting man, so I put my book away to listen. But in this boarding area in… Continue reading
What does “authentic” mean? And pupusas!
I was still in love with El Cielito Lindo, but on my last day in Ataco I had to obey the part of my Traveler’s Creed that demands to try as many new… Continue reading
A beautiful little heaven. And pupusas!
A Beautiful Little Heaven… What could be better? How about when it has delicious food and drinks. I spend a disturbingly large portion of my time abroad searching for my next meal.… Continue reading
Where I’m going tomorrow, and a Travel Tip to save 60% on airfare
“Why would you want to go to Venezuela? Haven’t you heard how dangerous it is?” That’s the question asked by my friend, Nonspecific Character. There are the reasons I listed a few… Continue reading
6 Ways to be better at my secret aspiration
Want to know a secret? I’d love to try being a tour guide. Sssh! Don’t tell! My prior experience with tour guides was when they would glower at me, suspecting me of eavesdropping… Continue reading
At what point does fondling an animal get weird?
At what point does fondling an animal get weird? You may never have asked yourself that question, but hey, that’s what I’m here for: to expand your horizons. Is it when you… Continue reading
Now serving number…
It might be racism, but I was pleasantly surprised by the calm rustle of business being conducted in the long room. The extra-tall venetian blinds swayed softly in the air conditioning, while women… Continue reading
