Monthly Archives: August 2015

Tacos, jelly and a pinch of salt

Breakfast. Pork tacos hastily palmed together by a sweaty man in a parking lot. I try not to think about it. They taste good. We drive south in Troys van. It has A/C and chews through the miles as we … Continue reading

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The Pink Bus (or how I arrived in Belize)

The fan chops through the air slowly, clicking on every third revolution. It does little to abate the heat of this place. It is two am and I take my third cold shower of the night. My skin is greased … Continue reading

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