Thought I’d woken to someone shitting on my face; my sleep interrupted by a fuckin – truly, fuckin’ – horrendous stench while traveling the dull bus journey back to Chile from southern Argentina. (more…)
But there are tribal rules – according to locals – no shooting women, children or old people; only in self defense if a weapon is raised against you or if there are two enemies present …
Everyone around the tables was friendly. I remember having 3 shots with them and that’s it … until I remember stumbling and falling from weakness on gravel somewhere in the countryside
What jumping out of a plane didn’t achieve for me, jumping out of a moving car in Buenos Aires has … checked back into reality: maybe I’ll stay a while.
My solitary Sunday was absorbed by a visit to La Paz’s San Pedro Prison. No, I wasn’t arrested for drugs or acts of public indecency, rather it was a straight forward tourist kinda thing …
They remain one the least recognized man-made wonders of the world, yet once the Medieval rock-hewn churches of Lalibela were known as “The Jerusalem of Ethiopia”.
3 days down the Niger River, thru the Sahara, from Mopti to Timbuktu, by pirogue. Camping on the desert shores, passing mud-sculptured villages and their elaborate mosques
Crossing Borders and traveling in Guinea, I encounter difficult journeys, wrecked transport, drunk soldiers, appalling roads, and very friendly ladies …
I set out with a local guide and a laden mule and a mule-lad to trek to Vilcabamba, the last and lost Inca city, located in a distant, hidden valley, a full three days of walking remote trails …