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Rain coming in at Bluff Beach
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I am one of those people who may be found in the shade of at the back of the beach, complaining to everyone willing to listen about everything that others generally like about beaches. I burn at the slightest hint of sunlight; the accursed sun lotion gets in my eyes and stings like original sin;…
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Beached in Bocas: How to Swim in the Sea at Isla Colon every Day of the Year
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We had just arrived at Bluff Beach and were looking out at the decidedly violent waves that were pounding the shore. An unspoken question formulated itself in our minds as we gazed on the foaming surf
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Notes on renting a boat in Puno
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I had read up on the floating Uros Islands before arriving in Puno. I had become particularly fond of a message board, that discussed the relative merits of visiting these islands.⠀Public opinion was divided. On the one hand, a visit to the Uros Islands was a life-altering experience that must not under any circumstance be…
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Sunrise over Lake Titicaca
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My mid-life crisis had primarily been a peaceful experience; there was no motorbike in my garage. Notwithstanding, some profound change had come over me. I had started to consider security when choosing travel destinations. Until recently, I had felt that a high crime-rate added to the ‘exoticism’ of a place. This time, I had not…
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Towards Journey’s End
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Ten and a half hours on a train IS ten and a half hours on a train, no matter how nice that train may be. As we entered into the final hour of our journey, daylight was gradually giving way to dusk. The bar was closed, the tabs had been paid, the shock of the…
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Mixed Land-Use in Juliaca
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As the afternoon drew on, the Titicaca Train slowed down as it passed through the city of Juliaca. I have spent much of my working life around urban planners. Many of these are architects and like to wear black polo neck sweaters and shroud themselves in a mist of obscure terminology. They love words like…
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Of deep fried rodents and raw eggs
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My journey across the Peruvian altiplano on the Titicaca train continued. No trip to Peru, I was told, would be complete without experiencing the national dish of Cuy – Guinea Pig. Peruvians preemptively go to great lengths to assure people that the Cuy is NOT a rat. Deliberately misquoting Shakespeare, I venture to say ‘the…
