If my body was Colombia and my central nervous system the central government, my immune system would be the army. The FARC must be the malaria or dengue or whatever is rumored to be out there trying to infect me and wreak havoc. My legs are the guerilla controlled territory. Attacked by mosquito, sand flea, tick (garrapatas, new word!) and these tiny fly [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Salud’
My Body is a Battleground
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Book, Bugs, Cocaine, Colombia, Drugs, Guns, Markets, Salud, Soldiers on April 12, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Frequent Hookah Questions, Answered
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Colombia, Hookah, Salud, Words on April 3, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Scene: Sam’s VIP Hostel in San Gil (yes, the one with the pool) Time: Before we left for Santa Marta (7pm), after our waterfall expedition Characters: Me and a blond English guy who sells Hookahs on the internet Me: What are you doing? Him: Writing a FAQ section for my website. Me: Oh, how’s it [...]
Coffee Tree for Malaria, and People Watching
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Bugs, Clothing, Ecuador, hairstyles, Salud on March 15, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
During our one night stand with Quito, O Gringo Infested City of Alcohol and Shopping, we had quite a few hours to kill. So we called up Andres, aka Colo, a friend of a friend, and made plans to meet him in GringoLandia (aka Plaza Foch, La Mariscal, Quito) beside the 24 hour restaurant/bar/coffee-house known as Coffee Tree. Well, [...]
Every Time I See Donkey Shit I Am So Jealous.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Hiking, Pee, Poop, Salud on March 4, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Bodily functions were, understandably, on the tips of our tongues. You learn a lot when you talk about pee and poop. Also, writing this post and the last one I have learned that WordPress does not recognize pee as a word. This is concerning to me as I generally trust their spelling suggestions. But this [...]
Hungover
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Candalaria, Peru, Salud on January 14, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Everyday since arrival I´ve awoken with a hangover. And I haven´t had a single class of wine. Or beer, or pisco. It´s an altitude hangover. And it hurts. My head pounds. And my mouth is dry. Puno is at 12, 556 feet above sea. No wonder. When I was on my way here for the second [...]
