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Mwanza Hooker Fight Lullabies

Mwanza Hooker Fight Lullabies

Mwanza Hooker Fight Lullabies. Jan 18 Mwanza is a very pretty town. It is gorgeous.  The rocks. The colorful lizards.  And no one really hassles me in the streets…. Actually, it’s not entirely true that no one hassles me in the streets.  This town is nothing like Arusha or Moshi. Most people just stare at me in disbelief that there is someone in their town who is not an albino and has skin that is white.  I am not even...

New York City: New York Blues

New York City: New York Blues

New York City: New York Blues. August 18.   I found a little mischief this morning and then made my goodbyes to Irmante and Anne.  Good girls.  Good girls to spend time with.  I packed my bag at their house and went to leave their house.  They have a chubby housemate who Irmante refers to as ‘Sperm-whale’ who a couple of weeks ago went into their bedroom and stole valium tablets and then later stole $40.  I was very cold...

Santa Marta to Cartagena: Back to a Dirty, Expensive, Lousy City

Santa Marta to Cartagena: Back to a Dirty, Expensive, Lousy City

Santa Marta to Cartagena: Back to a Dirty, Expensive, Lousy City. August 10.  The times they are a changing.  Marc and I said goodbye to Knut today as we headed from Santa Marta to Cartagena.  I liked hanging out with him. It took five and a half hours by local but to get from Santa Marta to Cartagena and then we had a tough time trying to find a hostel as the town seemed to be booked up.  We lucked out...

Cabo de la Vela to Santa Marta: Surprise Fiesta

Cabo de la Vela to Santa Marta: Surprise Fiesta

Cabo de la Vela to Santa Marta: Surprise Fiesta. August 9. Girls in Colombia have a huge party for their 15th birthday.  It is their biggest birthday of their lives and they dress as nicely as possible to be exceptionally pretty for that special night.  In Colombia, they say that an ugly woman is a woman who has never turned 15. Am I tired of Colombia or am I just tired of t fight for a fair price for everything...

Popayán to Cartagena: Beating an Airline

Popayán to Cartagena: Beating an Airline

Popayán to Cartagena: Beating an Airline. July 29. This morning as Lucia went to have a shower before work, I was awakened by a couple moving into the dorm at about 8am.  The pretty girl was apologetic in English rather than Spanish.  A conversation between us took place.  She was from Minnesota and asked me if I was an American.  I told her I was from Big Beaver, Saskatchewan.  She made a funny face and said, “I think I have...

Encarnación to Villarrica: The Hell Bus and Being Hookers

Encarnación to Villarrica: The Hell Bus and Being Hookers

Encarnación to Villarrica: The Hell Bus and Being Hookers. March 25. We were up at 7:30am to catch a bus to Villarrica.  It was a seven hour ride on the oldest roughest bus in all of Paraguay.  We were off the asphalt for most of the journey, driving down a red dirt road of washouts, dust, semi trucks hauling cattle liners, ruts, buses and people standing on the side of the road everywhere to flag down the bus.  It was...

Carnival Street Standstill Buses Rio de Janeiro

Rio de Janeiro Hooker

Rio de Janeiro Hooker. Feb 28. We got moving late today.  It is a zoo in this tiny little house with a dog, a cat, Csilla, Cash, and Irmante and I sleeping on mattresses in the corridor. It was hot…about 39 Celsius today…so we had a sweaty wake-up.  Cash took Irmante and I downtown to look at the area and the market, and I wanted to see a Rio de Janeiro hooker or two.  And, wow, there were some dandies....