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Suchitoto was boring. It was a nice enough colonial town that apparently came to life on weekends with art galleries, a place that San Salvadorans escaped to from the heat and madness of the city. But I was there on a Monday, and it was dead. It felt like a smaller Granada without all the tourists.
Continue reading A lull in Suchitoto and El Tunco
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I have no stake in the traveller vs tourist debate. I think anyone who goes anywhere is a little bit of both. Continue reading Travel isn't supposed to be easy
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There are strange bird sounds made by unfamiliar and unseen birds and the sound of crunching footsteps on the dirt road just the other side of the hedge full of flowers I don’t recognize coming through the screened window of my hotel room in Puerto Jimenez. There is air-conditioning but I am leaving it off for now as I try to acclimate to the heat and oppressing humidity before my three day hike in Corcovado National Park. I flew in from San Jose this morning after landing late last night and sleeping little.
Continue reading The strange and the familiar
Reading Time: 3 minutesI am no longer a productive member of society. I’ve always been on the fringes as it was. Friday was the last day of only the third permanent job I’ve held in 17 years. A good friend once described me as a drag on the economy, educated (though not overly) and underemployed. Continue reading This is it
Reading Time: 6 minutesMonday night week I will be in Costa Rica. Continue reading Planning, preparation, and anxiety