“I grew up in a very humble way. My intent was never to come out and say I’m the best.” “I got really low score – what the fuck was that. That piss me off.” “Maybe they do not understand other culture; those things really bug my ass.” (speaking of the critics judging his food… Read More Shang-a-delic
“Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.” – Oscar Wilde …Fifth anniversary that is… of this blog. It’s odd, it seems as if I’ve been writing it far longer than that, and as this date approached… Read More I’m Taking the Fifth…
So who knew that Trujillo had a beach? I knew the city was located on the coast, but somehow, I’d pictured it slightly inland. After all, when anyone talks about going to the beach, they talk about Huanchaco. Then again, Playa Buenos Aires is not much of a beach. First, of course, is getting there… Read More To Buenos Aires, Twice
I promised I’d post something with some of the butterflies from the Gocta waterfall trail.
Our last day in Chachapoyas and time to visit what’s billed as the Kuelap Fortress, high atop a mountain a couple of hours from town. As it turns out, it’s not so much a fort as a fortified town, estimated to have been built in the 6th century AD, and continually occupied right on through… Read More Walled City
I can’t say that we were now sated after the excuse for a lunch we’d had in the plaza at Lamud, in fact, it was a bit of a relief to be told we were running a trifle late and we should hurry up and get into the van for our next jaunt. Like with… Read More Guardians of the Dead
This little trio of days involves a lot of bouncing about on back roads and then mucking about, often literally, on dirt trails off into the middle of what seems to be nowhere. Having returned from our waterfall march, we grab a little rest, then have a bite to eat at a spot on the… Read More Hole in the Ground
The journey started out simply enough. We were picked up at our hotel by an agent from the tour agency and delivered to their bus terminal. 7:30 p.m., the light starting to fade, and we pull out onto the highway, saying goodbye to Chiclayo (with regret, we really enjoyed ourselves there and so much more… Read More Curse of the Mermaid