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Suriname Report, part 4, language and some photos

Now that the photos have been rescued, the latkes have been cooked and consumed, Christmas pavlova has been ingested and copious amounts of iced drinks sit ready and waiting for me to guzzle, I can finally take a minute and talk about Suriname. I arrived to Paramaribo...

The best souvenir, Arequipa, Peru

I don’t know about you, but I don’t need little ceramic busses cram-packed with figurines and chickens on the roof. And I’ve seen them in Ecuador, in Guatemala, in Bolivia. Certainly I don’t need one that says Arequipa, Peru. I’m also all...

Cows and salt ponds, an unexpected turn in Chile

They didn’t tell me there would be cows in salt ponds. Oh! What I might have missed. On a recent trip to the coastal (and later, mountain) regions of Región de Maule and BíoBío here in Chile, during which we experienced a kind of dubious signage (photo evidence...

La Guantera, a tale of linguistic innocence

It was nighttime on the local, speedbump-laden and dog-ridden highway from Chichen Itza back to the airport and we were in a rental car. There were three of us, my ex and I and a vegan guy named Chuck who ate mostly almonds the whole time we’d been in Cuba on a...