Thursday, June 10, 2004
Odyssey.
Priya, of Mango Latte, is an American self-chronicler of Indian extraction studying African history, posting her personal odyssey from despair to joy via a journey through South and Central America.
From somewhere in the archives:
i'm in paradise and life is perfect. pretty much.
so. today since i am shunning the newspapers and electing to revel in my travel fantasy-land instead, i can write about what has been making me so happy.
first of all: pucon. a description. geographically, pucon is like a mullet: business in the front, party in the back. volcan villarica with its imposing stature and snow and ice and sulfuric gaseous emissions marks pucon's no-nonsense front, so to speak, while a beach (albeit of black volcanic gravel) on an idyllic, resorty lake keeps the good times goin on the back side of the town. in between are some forests and the few cutesy wooden-cabin-and-touristy-joints blocks that comprise the town itself ...
kristina and i spent monday at the lake beach, sunning and dunking ourselves (with underwear and newspapers instead of bathing suits and towels, lest this all sound too picture-perfect). and yesterday, of course, was volcano day.
It's great stuff. Elsewhere:
i'm being, i must admit, rocked with violent fears at the moment. what the fuck is wrong with me that i, with all kinds of access to cosmopolitain luxuries and incomes and social flurries, have decided to spend the month before my 23rd birthday living by myself in a village of 1,000 on the coast of ecuador that is accessible only by taking a bus from the capitol to a place where i have to take a canoe and then walk for half an hour on an empty beach?
Amazing. This is a blog that makes compulsive reading.
And check out the photos of south western Bolivia, just beyond the Chilean border. Wow. Take me there.
From somewhere in the archives:
i'm in paradise and life is perfect. pretty much.
so. today since i am shunning the newspapers and electing to revel in my travel fantasy-land instead, i can write about what has been making me so happy.
first of all: pucon. a description. geographically, pucon is like a mullet: business in the front, party in the back. volcan villarica with its imposing stature and snow and ice and sulfuric gaseous emissions marks pucon's no-nonsense front, so to speak, while a beach (albeit of black volcanic gravel) on an idyllic, resorty lake keeps the good times goin on the back side of the town. in between are some forests and the few cutesy wooden-cabin-and-touristy-joints blocks that comprise the town itself ...
kristina and i spent monday at the lake beach, sunning and dunking ourselves (with underwear and newspapers instead of bathing suits and towels, lest this all sound too picture-perfect). and yesterday, of course, was volcano day.
It's great stuff. Elsewhere:
i'm being, i must admit, rocked with violent fears at the moment. what the fuck is wrong with me that i, with all kinds of access to cosmopolitain luxuries and incomes and social flurries, have decided to spend the month before my 23rd birthday living by myself in a village of 1,000 on the coast of ecuador that is accessible only by taking a bus from the capitol to a place where i have to take a canoe and then walk for half an hour on an empty beach?
Amazing. This is a blog that makes compulsive reading.
And check out the photos of south western Bolivia, just beyond the Chilean border. Wow. Take me there.
