Prose

Narrative writings: essays, reviews, polemics, short stories, etc

May 24. Drunken monkey.
The "Nicaragua Inn" next to the Pali in Rivas is the only place in town where they serve the kind of breakfast I feel like. Coffee and toast with marmelade. The 6:30 bus has just taken me here, and I've enjoyed the ride a lot. Zooming through the countryside on local buses, breeze in my ...
May 19. Exploring an island with one palmtree on it.
Today, we will have lunch on the Kuna island again. We will have the same menu as yesterday, and - if we would have been Kunas - as everyday. But we are no Kunas. Tomorrow we will have lunch in an American foodcourt eating french fries and hamburgers. Tomorrow the Kuna will eat fried fish, ...
May 1. Full being.
We say goodbye to Anne, who goes to the Galapagos with her sister, and take a taxi to the place where the bus to Ibarra leaves. Transportation issues, as usual. I think it was on the bus that I see some old guy peeing in a chopped-off plastic bottle and then pouring it out of ...
April 29. An act of conscience.
It is light and I drive alongside the Pacific coast. Am I dreaming? The road is not bad, I see palm trees and traditional huts, fisherboats, and a lot of people playing around with their motorscooters. The road goes all the way up from Lima to Cumbles near the Ecuadorian border. I had been on ...
April 28. About long busrides.
The busride from Lima to the Ecuadorian border is very long.
I get up early and say goodbye to the friendly people at my hostel. "Goodbye!" or rather, I told them "Adios!" because, of course, they speak Spanish here. What follows is a long ride through the city of Lima, ending in a bus terminal ...
April 27. The only one that uses real bodies.
Woke up late. Bought a nutritious breakfast in a supermarket and walked around the center of Lima. Most of the streets were in reconstruction; smog and dust everywhere. One interesting thing about this city is that workshops of certain professions are located in the same area. I live in the printing press area were professional ...
April 26. Oil painting in Lima.
In the late afternoon our bus arrives in Lima, Peru's busy capital and center of Spanish colonial influence. This is the Rome of South America; there are churches everywhere. A taxi takes us away from the bus terminal and at their hostel I say goodbye to Candy and Alexandra. This city should be extremely dangerous, ...
April 25. Hypocrisy and Santiago Mataindios.
Up 10am. Check out. Breakfast: real espresso I showed the girl from the hostel how to make it and a sandwich with a fried egg. Read bilingual Gideon bible I found in the hostel to improve my Spanish and have a glance at Jesus' words once again. After all, they are the weightiest words in ...
April 24. Cusco Sewing.
Cusco. Arrived here at six in the morning, went to a hostel with a German woman called Alexandra. We had breakfast in the central Mercado, coffee and an egg sandwich. Bought our busticket to Lima, walked around the Plaza de Armas until about nine.
After that I lied down for a couple of hours to ...