Normally when men are bothering us here we can either ignore them or flick them a lovely hand signal or a few choice words. Usually we avoid the second approach as, for some reason, a few of our suitors find it encouraging. But last night we had a chance for the perfect response to our [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Busses’
Sweet Smelly Revenge
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Busses, Colombia, Men, Movies, Pee, Poop, Suitors on April 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Kvetching Board 4/2/2010
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Busses, Ecuador, Food, Hostels, Kvetch, Lonely Planet on April 2, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Dear Taxistas, the streets are numbered, in order. Finding 56 shouldn’t be that hard. It’s between 55 and 57. Drunken man: Following me onto the bus while blowing smoke at me and smelling is not a great way to show your love. Dear Colombian English teachers: “I love you” should not be the first word [...]
The Liar’s Den
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Busses, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Puno, Stereotypes on March 30, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Maybe you don’t think a liars den is quite as bad as a lion’s den. But I will convince you. Lions dens are not found in South America, as far as I know. They are fairly avoidable. I can’t think of any reason you would need to enter a lion’s den, unless the lion had [...]
So, We’re in Colombia
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Border Crossing, Busses, Colombia, Ecuador on March 22, 2010 | 1 Comment »
How did we get here? Another adventurous border crossing? No, not so adventurous. More of a simple, boring (and typical Latin American) semi-disaster. We headed to the terminal in Quito at 1am. The first bus for the border leaves at 1:45. We calculated that if we left on this bus we would get to Popayan, [...]
Soldiers, Soldiers, Everywhere (Poem by me, GET READY!)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Busses, Colombia, Guns, Poems, Soldiers on March 22, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Soldiers, Soldiers, on the street, Soldiers we don’t want to meet. Soldiers, Soldiers, with big guns, Soldiering is not much fun. Soldiers in the rain and mist, Soldiers might have a shopping list. Soldier one and soldier two, Soldiers want a passport from you. Soldiers, soldiers, in the forest, Soldiers in a tent to rest. [...]
Two Thumbs Up?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bolivia, Busses, Ecuador, Family, Movies, Peru, Stereotypes on March 14, 2010 | 2 Comments »
So we tried to go to a movie last night. The cinema was closed. Like closed down forever. So, no movie. Last night on the bus we didn’t get a movie either. Or the night before. What a shame. Considering the quality of the movies we’ve gotten to see so far though, it might have been the [...]
The Be-All and End-All
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Busses, Food, New Friends, Peru on February 27, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
The supreme aim, the most important element, the essential bit. What has been the be-all end-all of this last week? Oh, I wouldn’t even attempt to explain. Let’s just say, some of it might have been missing. Maybe we just had be-all. Or maybe we just had end-all. Anyway, I have just been informed that [...]
Kvetching Board 2/12
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Border Crossing, Busses, Candalaria, Kvetch, Peru on February 13, 2010 | 2 Comments »
kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain
Uyuni to La Paz, Chapter 4: Two Rivers and The End
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bolivia, Border Crossing, Busses, Clothing on February 9, 2010 | 1 Comment »
I awoke, after being awake most of the night hugging Katie Mae and trying to keep as much of my body as possible under the blanket, to the chofer getting out of his seat beside us and heading to the front of the bus. It was 6am. The sun was coming up. “Yes,” I thought, [...]
Contest!!! Hint #2
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bolivia, Busses, Contest on February 3, 2010 | 5 Comments »
Since no one has guessed it yet, here is the second clue: I felt like I was in Potosi that night, mining. (But not underground, gracias.) The next day I felt a bit like a hunter-gatherer, sans hunting. If you can guess (even part of) what we did to make the ride go so speedily [...]
