Tag Archive: traveling

Quick break for a piece of Responsible Tourism.

I’m going to take a quick break from travel stories because even though I don’t take several showers a day and I’ve never played golf, I have been to one of the communities… Continue reading

I promise I’m not actually trying to kill my girlfriend.

To Whom It May Concern; With this letter I hereby acknowledge the debt I owe to one K.F. incurred on July 4 in Cuyabena National Park in Ecuador. Aforementioned debt being of sufficient… Continue reading

Groomed by Nacho and whipped by a shaman.

“How about we go to Papallacta, the town in the mountains near Quito rumored to have the best hot springs in the country, relax, email, and write about our jungle trip?” Good plan,… Continue reading

If the caimans don’t get you, the scorpion spiders will.

Since leaving Costa Rica I have been surprised at how little wildlife is left (or at least visible) in this part of the world (no offense Colombia) so I had my doubts about… Continue reading

My urethra did just fine in Cuyabena National Park.

Dude, there’s this fish in the Amazon that swims into your wiener, then twists its head sideways and, like, never comes out. It just lives in there. Forever. I heard they have to… Continue reading

Becoming an Ecuadorian uncle, public aerobics with Grace Jones, and men in leather briefs.

Thank the Incan gods (Imahmana Viracocha?) it was a fast case of food poisoning, though I opted for some safe home-cooked quinoa and veggies for awhile (with the added paranoia of the recently… Continue reading

Change of plans, the Amazon will have to wait.

In Nicaragua I ate pork tacos and drank mysterious beverages out of plastic bags sold by vendors on the buses. In Costa Rica I ate wild mangoes basically scooped up off the sidewalk.… Continue reading

Anybody seen a trumpet-playing Mexican around here?

We’re sitting at breakfast yesterday talking to a couple from Ireland, and once I manage to drag myself above an animal level of delight at their accents, I realized that their words are… Continue reading

Finding waterfalls in Mindo to not jump off.

Yikes, stop blogging for a day and four sneak past. We’re back in Quito now, where I admired the sunlight slanting through the thick banks of exhaust barfed out by the bizarrely numerous… Continue reading

My Ecuadorian Grandpa is trying to kill me.

I woke up this morning a little tired, kinda half-assed my way through our second attempt at yoga, then fueled up on the largest of the three breakfast options available, with a decent… Continue reading