It’s not all bad for Maritza
I am supremely grateful for the privilege to write a few things for Altruvistas, the ethical travel company that facilitated my first Cuba and Venezuela trips, but sakes alive, that one from Peru… Continue reading
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One last off-kilter day in Lima
I couldn’t find a child. I’ve never had that problem before. Of course, I’d never had this particular mission either, but it was an irregular day. After MPicchu, I had just enough… Continue reading
From balls to buckets. Inca Jungle Trip (Part 3 of 3)
What do you do when you’re thirsty and footsore after ten hours of walking, relaxed after watching the sunset in the hot springs, and surrounded by new and brilliant friends? You drink chicha!… Continue reading
Mangoes, cable cars, and the monkey likes your boobs. Inca Jungle Trip (Part 2)
My name wasn’t on the list. The chaos had subsided, a few more empty water bottles in the gutter, a few cigarette butts still smoking at the feet of silhouettes standing in… Continue reading
Soothing scraping on a Peruvian morning
The party people from Lima were still sleeping it off, or maybe they had just gone to bed, so I was alone at breakfast in San Bartolo, on the coast of Peru. A… Continue reading
(Mis)judgments in the Andes
The street dogs were humping outside the five star boutique hotel in Cuzco. I’d run out the door of my own funky hostel without brushing my teeth, but luckily the numerous (and bored)… Continue reading
Making friends and witnesses in Cuzco
Normally being forced to walk an unnecessary U might annoy me, but not in the Cuzco airport, where the circuitous walkway is lined with plate glass windows that display the verdant Andean mountainsides,… Continue reading
Peru, why you no let me esleep?
Peru Peru Peru, why you no let me esleep mi amor You know last night before departure it is not good for esleep I am too essited and the next Night maybe… Continue reading
Departure Day
Then there’s no more time to try and remember what I’m forgetting, it’s time to run to the station. If I forgot it, it’s forgotten. No time to pet the cat. Say goodbye… Continue reading
The agony and the ecstasy.
I can’t believe it’s still like this, after all this time. In another of the contrasts and contradictions of human existence, the thing that gives me so much ecstasy, travel, insists on bringing… Continue reading
