I don’t know why I wait until I’m about ready to leave a town before writing about it. Because now I’m sad, and once again I’m facing a move to a new place tomorrow, with all the uncertainties accompanying it. Louise is happy, I think – the lying low has become boring to her. Or …
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Life lessons?
I am a natural rebel. Natural because it’s in my nature, and a rebel not so much because I have a cause, but rather because I cannot accept things at face-value – I have to investigate, to query. ‘Why’ turns into ‘what’ and ‘how’, which creates meaning. For instance I have long since questioned the …
Cafayaté
“Emerald green of new growth is just beginning to show as the trees sprout from winter hibernation. The road winds between a lane of overgrown trees that have been trimmed to júst not touch the double-decker bus. Each time I hold by breath, here where I’m sitting in the top front seat, but no, the …
To cycle or not
Sometimes I surprise myself by making the right decision. I don’t know how yóú make decisions, but mine are usually based on inner conviction, intuition or impulse. None of these methods are infallible and none are necessarily always right. I’m inclined to advise my clients and friends to weigh up negatives and positives, basing their …
I need some wine.
To ease the discomfort… When an old lady with an exaggerated sense of responsibility tries to do the right thing, it can backfire completely. If it hadn’t been for a young compassionate co-worker I might have been fired on my first day of work. The hostel: It was my first 4 hour shift from 16h00 onwards …
Perros territoriales
Waiting for a bus can either be very boring or most intriguing. I’ve been warned that buses don’t stick to schedules, so I’m always at least an hour early. By the way, in all this time, only one bus has been late and none have been early. Punctuality is the name of the game. Or …
Humahuaca
How does one put into words the exaltation of standing 4350m above sea-level on a windswept and barren hill over looking the colourful triangles of Serranía del Hornocal. Ice-cold gale whipping your face, slowly trying to fill your lungs with air low in oxygen, keeping movements to the minimum. The steep downhill trail to a …
La Luna
La luna, the moon!! She rose in all her glory over the Andes mountains, and blessed me with misty rays from between the clouds after a rather taxing day. Louise and I started the day like this (down, not up thank goodness), on our way to try and catch a local colectivo (bus) from Jujuy …
Stairway to heaven
Don’t think a thousand steps get you to heaven. It only takes you to the top of Cerro San Bernardo, a hill overlooking Salta, a beautiful city in the north of Argentina. Although, with the spectacular backdrop of the Andes mountains, an exalted feeling is not precluded. It’s just the sweat and shortness of breath …
Thelma & Louise
I have decided to name her Louise, this pink companion of mine. Not that we’re suicidal, or that we’ve murdered anyone (yet), but yesterday she almost got me into big trouble. I had spent the day wandering the streets, sleeping on the grass, watching the river and generally waiting for the night bus to Salta. …
Mella Madness 