Morocco, 2005, moon over chefchaouen – chapter 2

                                 Also LISTEN to this episode on my podcast HERE july, 2005 tetouen, morocco ext. day. hot, dusty, tetouen. the crowded “metropolis” emerges from the desert mirage sheen of north africa. men in caftans, women in burkas. head coverings. arabic radio music shouts cacophonously-beautifully from the streets. he’s alone in the middle of a crowded arabic city. alone? well, all five of his fellow passengers have abandoned ship. taxi, that is. several along the dusty road south from ceuta, the rest right here in downtown tetouen. the  cab dr

Spain, 2005 viridiana

sevilla, spain summer, 2005 he’s staring down from the rooftop of the vencione in the roughest area of the macarena. it’s not the trendy dance of a few years ago, “the macarena”, but the neighborhood where the name has come from. it’s charming but tough. home of the virgin de macarena, the maternal deity who the locals from this part of sevilla carry around once a year, parading her on their shoulders before the entire city, showing her off proudly, trying to outshine the other maternal deity of sevilla, the virgin de triana. it’s an annual competition, but he’s not int

Chiapas, Mexico, 2005: Palenque

june, 2005 it feels like southeast asia. crushingly hot and humid. like the rain forests of northeast borneo or central java. it’s wilting in the sun, and there are ravenous mosquitoes in the shade by what’s left of the river. it’s because we’re in the last rain forest in north america. a place so stifling and oppressive that even cortez, in his systematic conquest of meso america, skipped the place. he never even saw the pristine mayan temple ruins and pyramids at palenque. after a few comfortable days in tourist-friendly san cristobal de las casas in southeast chiap

Chiapas, Mexico, 2005, “soy zapatista”

  san cristobal de las casas, chiapas mi fellow bobos, compadres, gringos, travelers, and etrangers, the thing i like best about travel is the education it offers. of course, it depends on what you're interested in learning. unfortunately, we can only see the world through the narrow frame through which we look. coincidentally and developmentally, that frame is usually focused on specific things at different times of our lives. things change, we change, and hence we are able to see, absorb, synthesize, and thus learn, about certain things at certain times in our lives. walking, playing ball/

South America, 2003: chapter 1, letting go/off we go……….

memorial day, 2003 peace, mi compadres, haven't been home on memorial day in many years. last year, no longer solo… kuala lumpur: the gleaming petronas towers, looming brilliantly in the nefarious night sky, islamic capitalistic icons, the year after osama bin ladin became the feared and worshipped international warrior/terrorist. the year before, 2001, had me somewhere chasing the midnight sun in lapland/finland or sweden, not too far from alfred nobel's peace prize, given to the hard-working but somehow-failed likes of jimmy carter, yasser arafat, kofi anan, and shimon

South America, 2003: chapter 2, hola de peru

june 13 , 2003 lima y cuzco, peru hola amigos, well, it’s taken over a week to get out of my insulated and fearful first world consciousness and into enough trouble and adventure to make it worth writing (and reading?) about. primero. first off. ay caramba! hay mucho, mucho frio aqui. it’s fucking collllld here. as in - winter. as in - summer, north america; winter, south. and sure, we came with turtle necks and down vests, but damn, we’re no peruvians. how do they live without central heating? in fact con nada heating? evolution? adaptation? must be. but it’s something young w

South America, 2003: chapter 3, los andes

(machu pichu -- titicaca) june 20 “arequipa! arequipa!" "cuzco! cuzco!" it's the sound from the bus terminals all over the cities of southern peru. announcing the incoming and outgoing metal beasts as they roll into and from the terminales. informing locals and gringos alike of which speeding or crawling bullet to board. it's also wati's playful mimicry of the animated and amplified cries. "arequipa! arequipa!" she croons. as i automatically reply in flat gringo harmony, "cuzco! cuzco!" as we wind our way from one infinite andean horizon to another. sometimes losing days or nights to the s

South America, 2003: chapter 4, swingin’ in the amazon

iquitos, peru white puffy, cotton candy cumulus clouds blowing over the muddy brown horizon. with portentous gray underbellies, promising or threatening, rain, depending on how you look at it. but rain it will be. at least a few times a day. in iquitos, peru. northeast, far over the andes, up towards the colombia and brazilian borders. where you can find the source of el grande rio amazonas, take a river boat - or raft for that matter - and float down the great waterway of south america - and in 19 days - reach the atlantic ocean 3000 miles away. no roads here connecting the

South America, 2003: chapter 5, huacas and huaringas

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South America, 2003: chapter 6, bienvenidos al ecua-dor

cuenca, ecuador july 9, 2003 “bienvenidos al ecuador" that's what the huge, cranberry and gold banner says hanging over the road as we de-board the bus - and walk the no man's land between the peruvian and ecuadorian borders. that's the way they do it by land. no airports. first de-board and line up to see peruvian immigration, get stamped "out", then another hundred meters by foot (fortunately they have enough mercy to allow your bags to stay on the bus), then over the border - usually a river - to get stamped "in" by ecuadorian immigration. of course this usually works smoothly and

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