January 2006
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August - 2005 The Seven Altares are the most beautiful wateralls I have ever had the fortune to see, the cleansing waters truly refresh my soul, as I cross through each fall larger and louder than the last. I spend hours swimming and laughing, watching the dragonflies drink and mate, jumping off the rocks into the pristine blue green water....
The walk to the beach is a long and interesting one. There is a feeling of being in an old african american town, a tropical New Orleans or Alabama. I stare at the big houses shrouded in exotic vegetation creeping up the peeling walls. Skimpy children run past me giggling, playing with sticks and stones. The path I follow leads past a beautiful cemetary with a voodoo feel. The large gravestones...
“We’re going to Livingston!!” I scream into the salty morning air. Visions of shacks, palm trees, and beautiful blue beaches lapping at my travelled feet fill my imagination.. Emmanuel and Jenny aren’t so sure, but my mind is set, I’m getting on the next boat out come rain, hail or shine. I sit on the concrete floor of the dock and wait, steadfastly holding my...
An endless bus ride later and we reach Barrios, none too pleased to get out of the comfortable back seat I clamber out dazed and frazzled onto the street of the depot. The town is as dirty as Guatemala but with a caribbean feel. Teens in shorts riding bikes and young girls with mini skirts and tank tops can be seen flirting through the darkness. We pull our stuff out of the bus and look for...
Emmanuels mood is no better the next morning, and I can guess what the problem is. He wants to be alone with Jenny and I’m keeping them apart by sharing their room. I resolve to get a separate one wherever we end up next. It is time to leave so we pick up our things and rush to get out before checkout. Left with the problem of figuring out where to go.. A decision is made to go to the...
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Guatemala City is a horrid city. There is few other ways to describe it, it smells bad, with an atmosphere of looming peril, people on the street stare at us with hate and suspicion.. It is easily the dirtiest and gloomiest city I have ever had the misfortune to visit. We decide to skip the sightseeing, not even sure if there are any sights to see in the wretched place, and go to Angelicas friends...
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It is time for me to leave San Pedro. I wake up early, say thanks and goodbye to Omar and Marissa and tell them to pick up 40 Quetzales that Paco owes me from work and run to meet Angelica, Emmanuel and Jenny on time at Angelicas house where just the previous night she had invited us for dinner and made us a delicious Italian pasta. But first I stop by ‘El Puesto’ to see Fluer and...
So Flabsy sent me this article I wrote a few years back, and I have to say it’s as relevant today as it was then, not only that but I think it’s quite good. Sometimes my eloquence surprises even myself. This is it. “Alright, now I could write a book about this but since I don’t have time I’ll just write an article. First of all take the name Pop-Punk, it as much a...
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Chickenpox
Chickenpox is not a fun disease. You don’t get to lay in bed and enjoy the attention of family and friends, suckling on a cup of hot chicken soup whilst watching old movies. Its more violent than that. .. a feverish and ugly disease, covering the body with itchy sores, starting off on the chest and spreading EVERYWHERE. Spots full of pus appearing on the tongue, in ears, eyelids, legs,...
This makes it worthwhile.
This makes it worthwhile. “Dear Pablo, You don’t know me but I stumbled across you on MySpace and then across your ‘The Monkey’s Cheese!” blog and surprised myself by spending half a day at work yesterday reading your entire blog. This surprised me because I have a short attention span and also because I haven’t found a personal blog that interesting in a long...
Whatever happenned to this generations outspoken musical model representing teenage angst and rebellion whilst still maintaining some form of musical integrity? Instead all we get is this tied up corporate hogwash trying so hard to make us believe that we’re just like them. Drink Coke! That’s rebellion! We finished buying out rebellion back in ‘96 and now you can buy it back from...
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Family Memories of Mexico: Fixing the washing machine and my grandfather getting really into the plug that i didnt put in properly. My grandfather and the computer, learning about and telling him about how disks work and how adamant he was to return the floppy disks to his friend Mario. The many calls my grandparents received. My grandfather enjoying soft drink and telling me about how we should...