I like bus rides. I like sweating in a cramped seat next to a fat local guy with too much aftershave. I like trying to…
It was 1965 when a seventeen-year-old Costa Rican boy found himself in New York city for the first time. Not knowing what to do or…
My first big trip overseas was two months in Thailand. Somewhere in the middle of that, a series of scheduling issues, including a friend from…
The recent flooding and stranding of hundreds of people in Macchu Pichu and Aguas Calientes, Peru, has wondering what Tamarindo would be like if it…
I met Marc at the bus station in Liberia. He was of similar height and build, but with a broken noise, and lacking the longer…
The pavement is already warm as I walk barefoot down the road from my cabina to the water. Acrid smoke from a small brush and…
I'm in back in Vancouver for the foreseeable future.
