Day: September 12, 2016

Hanging Bridges

Here are the promised pictures of my canyoning trip, sooner than expected. Can you see how teeny the people on the ground look in the first one? That was the 220-foot waterfall. Stepping over the edge was the hardest part. The Parisian man I talked to yesterday said he had a friend who broke both hips canyoning, but the only injury I sustained is a big purple bruise on my knee. I don’t even know […]

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It’s Kimberly’s Fault

As I write, howler monkeys are chortling from the treetops and birds in brilliant blues, yellows and reds are zipping among flowers of similar color. The smell of ripe fruit hangs in the air. So let me tell you about my night walk in the jungle. It’s low season here, maybe on account of the rain, so I was the only person on the tour. It gets full dark here at 6:00 — something about […]

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Buenos Dias, Muchachos

My alarm jarred me awake at 3:15 in the morning. I felt queasy. The shuttle showed up at 4:15 and whisked me quickly away to SFO. I was grateful for the quick part because the minute I arrived at the airport I felt sick again. The nausea remained during my conversation with a nice man from Peru. I had to interrupt him to make another restroom trip. It was not fun. The trip was long […]

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