We sat in the backseat of our taxi already anxious to officially arrive in Panama City. The rows of cars stretched four across and into a horizon of high rises that highlighted the Canal Spiral Building. The humidity was kept at bay by the air conditioning, while the Gulf of Panama reflected the sun into a million tiny frays and into our . . .
Salsa capital of the world.
Telling most people that you're going to Colombia may result in a confused or worried look followed by a question as to“why”. Then images of drug cartels, seedy characters, and un-touristic locales dance in their imagination and they wonder, “Why didn't you just go to the Caribbean?”. Yet as I lay by a wall in the . . .
Home of the Original Mardi Gras.
They roamed the night drunk, loud, and looking for entertainment. Chugging perhaps a homemade brew gave them the strength to carry on toward an unknown destination. Their awkward motions shifted between the passing back and forth of liquor and the signs of fatigue and boredom as drops of their unknown concoction made their conversations . . .
Open any magazine that has a feature about the Maldives and you will see huge cabanas swaying over the water, exotic tree house hotels that look as if they where taken out of Swiss Family Robinson, personal concierges waiting at your beckon and call and a chance meeting with a celebrity who has rented an island. Here, you will not only . . .
Now called Utqiaġvik as of late 2016
He smiled at me manically as he held the open container of brimed whale meat in front of me and asked, “Did you want to try some?”. I winced and began to turn away while slowly moving myself in the direction of my room before the urge to try new things made me turn around, grab the mason jar, and quickly digest some of it’s . . .
“I’m a hustler, I play pool for money and always win!” Her boast came in only a few decibels louder than Underground’s Born Slippy blaring through the speakers in the subterranean nightclub that I found days ago but was uncomfortable approaching, thinking it was a fetish sex club right out of the movie Eyes Wide Shut. . . .
How much is too much sleep? We were perhaps taking our third nap of the day in the sleepy town of San Juan del Sur. Our objective was to simply do nothing against the backdrop of locals, small shops, Lake Nicaragua, surfers looking for waves, and fisherman dropping nets in the distance.
My friend, a first time parent weakened by . . .