(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
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
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
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… 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
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
I remember the water. Everyone describes it as “dark as tea” but that’s the exactly right, water more saturated with tannins than your morning Earl Gray, so your swimming limbs disappear in an… Continue reading
Should I go to Venezuela? The most volatile nation in South America, it’s on my List of Places Too Dangerous to Travel in Without Appropriate Precaution or Assistance. What, you don’t have… Continue reading
June always surprises me. It’s almost never June, and then all of a sudden that’s what the calendars say, but just long enough to read the word before the page flops again. … Continue reading
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
