Curacao is…beautiful.
Curacao is beautiful. Curacao is Caribbean, an island of hot air breezes and palm trees. It is thin sandy beaches and sheltered coves. It is recliner chairs by the water and drinks with alcohol… Continue reading
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Frozen Nazi zombies kinda ruined my appetite.
Our last night in Ecuador we went to the only restaurant we knew in Guayaquil, the cheap Chinese food place across from the open-late liquor store where seen-it-all attendents passed groceries out to… Continue reading
Awesome names, schizophrenic poodles, and racial offensiveness.
It was tempting to stay in our Casa de breaded eggplant, mosquito net, and clean sheets in Canoa, but we had a date with an airplane coming up, so made our way back… Continue reading
Copacetic Canoa
We spent four days in our Spanish expat palacio in Canoa, eating, getting over our colds, and wandering around town. Breakfast at home in the sandy inner courtyard of blue paint and ferns,… Continue reading
How we barely avoided sleeping on the street in Ecuador.
We stepped off the musty bus onto the abused concrete sidewalk of the town of Canoa and immediately looked around for hotel signs in the dark. From where we stood, hoisting out backpacks… Continue reading
Would you rather catch a cold or stink like fish?
(I have no pictures of this day, but this layout I’m trying seems to want pictures, so here’s a pair each from Riobamba and the Amazon both earlier in Ecuador. Let me know… Continue reading
Djou know who djour firs president was?
In 1999 Ecuador had a 197% inflation rate. The wealthy removed about $2 billion from the country, and the GDP shrank by 5.3%. As part of the reforms in response, the country adopted… Continue reading
A few Puerto Lopez photos
The lethargy of heat and humidity is upon me, and all my words have melted, but luckily pictures don’t, so here’s a few more pictures from Puerto Lopez. Unfortunately not pictured is the indigenous… Continue reading
Humpback whale watching with Winston Churchill
Our first day in Puerto Lopez we met Winston Churchill on the beach. He’s a lean man with kind eyes, a ready smile, and a helluva sales pitch for whale watching tours, informative… Continue reading
Squelching amoebas, carbon monoxide poisoning, and your daily Wyclef reference.
The fridge in the musty cockroach-corpse kitchen didn’t work (and one of the big veggie drawers at the bottom was full of about three gallons of…is that lemonade?) so every morning I’d run… Continue reading
