Joaquin Media Barba
The buses all had places to go, and gas to burn to get there. The expressionless faces of passengers (some things are universal) turned towards me through rattling window panes as I waited… Continue reading
The buses all had places to go, and gas to burn to get there. The expressionless faces of passengers (some things are universal) turned towards me through rattling window panes as I waited… Continue reading
El Salvador uses the US dollar, and since going to the ATM is always a good opportunity for robbery (by thugs, or even worse: the banks) and/or excessive “I’m Jason Bourne” playtime, I… Continue reading
I told a Salvadoran friend of mine that I would be passing through his country, and asked what he thought I should do there. His response surprised me. “You’re going to El… Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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