Out of Abyssinia

7 Jan

With a cranial capacity of four hundred cc, a third of yours, she’d neither bore you with incessant chatter nor go in for morbid introspection. But she walked upright on two legs, all three foot six inches of her. And … Read More »

Violencia

27 Jun

Some though not all of the content of this post is also in the photo-essay, Coffee in Guatemala Early evening, an hour or so before reuniting with Annie for my last two days, I wander north west from Antigua´s Parque … Read More »

Coffee

25 Jun

Some though not all of the content of this post is also in the photo-essay, Coffee in Guatemala Antigua, former Spanish capital of Central America, eight a.m. The coffee bar could be in a chic part of Milan. My latte … Read More »

How I got here

12 Jun

Flashback to my arrival at Guatemala City a week ago. Annie and Daniel had made their own three hour trip the day before. “Being Guatemala”, daughter had reasoned, “there´ll just be a sliver of ticker tape three inches from the … Read More »

Schadenfreude

11 Jun

In town for 7:30 this morning, I was to meet Daniel, the daughter´s Mexican boyfriend, to watch the Mexico-South Africa game. In the event I couldn´t find the bar and ended up in a scruffy place selling disgusting coffee (they … Read More »