I wrote the following in my journal on April 1st, 2010, while flying from Santa Cruz, Bolivia to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I offer no other commentary, well, here: I think it's neat. How wondrous to watch the shadow of one's own airplane slip across the fields and homes below. How can I guess what effect [...]
I love llamas, and we saw hundreds. If they were not so obviously filthy, I would have hugged every single fluffy adorable beast. Flamingos are rad, but they're not quite llama-level. Here is a gorgeous photograph of Robin. I am a bandit. Trina is triumphant. And that's a buttshot. Have I mentioned that llamas are [...]
Please see Panel #5. I am so happy to have a firm plan for what I'll be doing upon my return to Seattle.
Following our time on La Isla del Sol, Trina and I returned to La Paz for one night then headed south on an overnight bus to Uyuni. This little mining town is in the southwest, in the department of Potosà and near the border with Chile. Tourists arrive in Uyuni as a jumping off point [...]
No trip to Bolivia would be complete without a visit to that lake so elevated, so wonderfully named: Titicaca. The name refers neither to anatomy nor excrement but rather means "Rock Puma," referring to its similarity in shape to a puma chasing a rabbit. The lake surface is at 12,500 feet. How big is Lake [...]
I will offer presently, and so so late, some recollections of my time with Trina in Bolivia. I must commit all I have done ever to this blog, carved into the perfectly permanent stone of the INTERNET! I departed from Sucre on March 12th, to reunite with Trina in La Paz. I found her waiting [...]
In certain moments, gloomy moments, when I question this trip and lament this chosen solitude, I find peace in a Camera Obscura song and the words once written: Leaving Seattle and Looking South, from October 26th, 2009. The song is still haunting and the words are still heartening. I made the correct decision: this adventure [...]
