Concrete cube, lack of sleep alleviated by nice beach days. But you can do better.
My partner and I are fortunate enough to be able to build a house in the picturesque town San Cristóbal. Alone among every single other house build in our neighbourhood, we decided to apply for a building permit. This involved the predictable queues at the municipality, being tossed from one desk to another, being given…
The serendipitous pleasures of local surprise fruits.
Mango pickle experiments on the opposite side of the world from India.
Picnics, flowers, music, death.
Not a single cruise ship docks at Zacapulco, a spot on the sand-spit between the mangrove estuary and Pacific on the Chiapas coast. It’s similar to Boca del Cielo in that it’s got the delta on one side and fierce ocean waves on the other, but it’s closer to Tapachula. To get to Zacapulco, first…
Head to Montebello instead.
Don’t go out of your way for El Lagartero.
Normally I’d never consider hiking up a 4100-m volcano, but both my travel companions were so enthusiastic about the prospect of climbing Tacaná on the Mexico-Guatemala border that I agreed grudgingly – provided we could rent a mule to carry the heavy stuff. Three of us, fairly fit people in our early 40s, did this…
Very satisfying to unlimber my Kiswahili after five years in the deep freeze. In the sediment of the Mariana trench. In the folder at the bottom of the pile.
Pure by Andrew Miller. This actually came about because of a pub-conversation argument, which I lost, about which literary Miller was married to Marilyn Monroe. (It was novelist Henry. Arthur being the playwright of “The Crucible”.) But in the googling I came across contemporary novelist Andrew Miller, and his book “Pure”, about the clearing of…
Want to bike the loop? Don’t bike the loop. Take the ferry to the good bits.
A piffling 16 km back to Turku and a morning at the castle!
Up a hill, down a hill, repeat, reach Nådendal, have pint.