Author Archives: Barbara

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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Every day.

When every day is the same it is up to the individual to create difference. It has been three weeks. The position has tattooed itself to my psyche. Fifty seven degrees fifty four minutes North, zero zero two degrees twenty … Continue reading

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Jodphur: Forts and Fevers.

This early in the morning the city is quiet and still. The only noise coming from the bus as it slips into gear and slowly drives away. The one rickshaw driver looks us over through a thin veil of cigarette … Continue reading

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Aurangabad; Hawks, Pimps, Murals and Slums

Our hotel, a $6 a night place, rests on the border of the fabric market. In the distance you can just about make out where the buildings blur to slums. The name of the place is Dimple Hotel. The sign … Continue reading

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Ellora Caves; Pop-Tarts, Buddhists and a Marriage.

The voice is loud. Loud and far to frantic for this early in the morning. His words smash through the bus. “Arungabad, we are at Arungabad” Jesus thats our stop. Cursing we throw our stuff haphazardly together and fall out … Continue reading

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Mumbai; Dinosaurs, Horns, Khaki and Shameless Gunshot Wounds

What a goddamn hectic mess of a city. I spent just under two weeks there. Caught up in the strange energy of the place. First thing noticed. Heat. A wet humid cloud of heat that hits you as soon as … Continue reading

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Speed Dial No 2: Hazy recollections of greasy food, luck and sulphur

Base camp and the sun’s rising ever higher. The vicious cold of the morning is just a memory. It is early afternoon now. Janet; who like me opted to take a snow-mobile, is sitting next to me on the hard … Continue reading

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Elbrus. The Descent; A shattering realization, fever dreams and a skidoo

I am on the summit of Elbrus. Apex of Europe. The surrounding mountains dwarfed beneath her. Swallowed up in the temporary, ever-shrinking, night cast by her shadow, as the sun continues to arc ever higher in the sky. I am … Continue reading

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From so high we seem so small. Mt.Elbrus. The divide.

The last you heard of me a mountain was beating the shit out of me and I was making the agonizing decision about whether to turn back before deciding it would be the safest thing to do. Only problem was. … Continue reading

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