12 Dec 2006

Elections, Crabs and Cocaine

December 5, 2006 Elections, Crabs and Cocaine Lima writhes and bends under its own weight; bustling, bumping, wobbling, weaving, bucking, like a city trying to decide whether to consume itself completely, or reach way down low and pull itself up by its dirty-ass bootstraps. Hustlers, hoods and thieves circumnavigate the

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04 Dec 2006

Strange and Creepy

Wednesday, November 22, 2006 Strange and Creepy When you spend time on the road you gain insight into yourself, the places you visit, and you get, more or less, a greater knowledge of how world around you works. For example, my travels in Ireland made me realize that I belong

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19 Nov 2006

Tropical Fucking Paradise

Saturday, November 11th, 2006 Tropical Fucking Paradise ***Three days before I began this trip I got a fortune cookie that read, ‘œYou are heading for a land of sunshine.’ I thought it was funny and prophetic because I was about to go to Costa Rica, ‘œtropical paradise’. I am currently

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28 Mar 2006

Hello Belfast, Goodbye Ireland

I tore into Northern Ireland’s capital like a mad man recently released from military service. My stretch of recuperation was done and I planned on letting this city do what it wished to me. The days are long here and I continuously wander among the marvelous architecture just trying to

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15 Mar 2006

Rugged Shamrocks

Letterkenny, County Donegal; last stop on a blitzkrieg three day tour of the Republic of Ireland’s wild and untamed northwest. Three days prior, I pulled out of Galway in a brand new rent-a-car, pristine, like a new born baby in swaddling cloths. “Extra insurance?” the devil behind the car hire

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01 Mar 2006

Glowing in Galway

I am glowing in Galway. I am in tip-top shape baby, hip, happening – there is something going on here. You don’t just walk down Shop Street, you glide. Galway has an energy that you can feel and you know, you know, that there is no place like it in

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23 Feb 2006

Driving with Tom

The Irish countryside rips past me as I push The Beast harder. The kilometres per hour are clocking up; 90, 100, 120. I have no clue what this means in miles, but right now, I am King of the Road, I mean, I am F-L-Y-I-N-G, man. The Beast is really

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