Mexican Memories on the Wind
Mornings on the Campeche coast were a space of growing golden light and sea breezes in from the Gulf of Mexico. Both would drift through the wide open windows, which reached nearly from… Continue reading
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Nairobi and Naivasha
I made a big mistake. As soon as the hostel owner left me alone in the room with its low sagging semi-rotted plywood roof over the musty bed where someone else’s hairs were… Continue reading
Anticipation, back hair, and falafel in Amsterdam
It was a few degrees below zero in Toronto but I felt fine, and as long as I didn’t spend too much time in the shade I enjoyed my walks. It was a… Continue reading
Our secret language is almost back.
Somehow, inexplicably but terribly predictably, our time in Curacao has flown by. But we haven’t been to that Surinamese restaurant, the aloe plantation, or on an organized snorkeling trip! But in less than… Continue reading
Dead people, and double points for the cockroach.
On our way down from the Sanctuary of Olon we stopped by the area-typical small cemetery. A scattering of low crosses, concrete shells in differing sizes (at least one with the regional soccer… 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
From colonial mansions to vomitous toilets.
We ended up spending the better part of two different weeks in Bogota, but kept busy walking, taking pictures, eating, and switching hostels every day or two in a compensatory form of interior… Continue reading
