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Valencia, Venezuela and Some Answers

Valencia, Venezuela

WordPress blogger Brixpoul was nice enough to nominate me for this here award. It involves answering these questions and nominating other blogs and asking them questions. I at least have time to answer the question portion, so here they is.

 

What is your favorite film?

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

 

If you needed to emigrate, which country would you choose?

All

 

What is your favorite airline?

Southwest

 

What is your favorite tip for city breaks?

Don’t live in one

 

What makes you smile?

Herb

 

Driver or passenger?

Passenger

 

How many countries have you visited at least one night?

A lady never reveals her number

 

Book or eReader?

What’s an ereader

 

Best job you ever had?

Travel writer

 

Worst job you ever had?

Travel writer

 

Glass half full or half empty?

Both

Quilotoa, Ecuador

Hiked the Quilotoa Loop on my birthday, a dormant volcano filled with a jade lake fabled to be bottomless. But it’s not really bottomless, and it wasn’t really my birthday; February 29th won’t come until 2016, but it was close enough, and I needed an excuse to disappear into a crazy volcano somewhere, so.

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Lost in Quito

Got lost in the Centro Historico – the Old Town – riding past crumbly colored houses stacked on hillsides, smushed breathlessly with a million other Quitenos on the bus. Accepting that I had no idea where I was, I tried to get off, but the doors shut sooner than I could finish climbing my way through the forest of thick sweaty limbs tangled together in the limbo between stops, reaching for steel poles and gasping for air. I got out at the next stop and walked who-knows-where – along a busy road strangling a vacant mountain – no people around except for in cars. Reminded me of long stretches of roads all over the U.S. with sidewalks unwalked on for ages – 15 miles to the next stoplight, islands of forest breaking up the homes from the roads – except that walking along the road in Quito I saw some abandoned building in the valley to my right; nothing really keeping me from the fall. About three walls survived whatever destroyed everything else – reddish, sandy pillars cascading in linear ruins overgrown with a wild green, hugged by a frothy river. The road curved to a bus stop and I waited there in the sun. Tons of buses passed by, men swinging by their open doors shouting destinations like superfast spoken word poems –Chillogallo Quitumbe Eugenio Espejo La Mayorista El Trebol todo el Colon; they stop and start with the coming and going of clients leaving great black clouds and whirlwinds of dust in their wake, all of Quito a terminal, the following stops all foreign; titles of books not yet read.

Neither Here Nor There

After being admitted to the hospital twice in two days for my fourth intestinal infection in Life, I ate three cloves of garlic and smoked a cigarette, which is what you should do if you come down with this abroad*.
Last night, instead of editing or pitching I left my fate up to the internet and so began searching for meaning in my astrological birth chart. Here are some fucked up/funny insights.
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You have a serious view of the world as being a difficult place to be in.
It is so completely natural for you to accept that there is more to the world than what is before your eyes, that you tend to presume everyone must be spiritually-inclined. Of course, you come to realize that this is not the case at some early point in your life.
You are not much scared of anything.
You have a taste for splendor.
Delights in exposing what she deems biases in others’ way of thinking.
You enjoy shocking others with your offbeat, original thoughts.
You seem to go out of your way to form relationships with those who are weak, sick, injured, addicted or troubled in some way or other.
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In other news, the Zine page is up, so you have no excuse not to buy a bazillion copies of the first issue.
*not entirely true.

decolonizing travel culture

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