Semana Santa in Bluefields

“How much longer?” my dad asks next to me, his voice sounding slightly pained. I look over at him, wondering if he is talking in his sleep or just resting his eyes. He is jammed up against the window of the bus, trying, I suppose, to get some relief from the overwhelming humid heat insideContinue reading “Semana Santa in Bluefields”

The rodeo and an eruption of sorts

I saw a rodeo once when I was in Cuba. It was perhaps one of my favourite memories of the entire trip. I had been in Cuba for a 4-week field trip to study their agricultural system and our teacher had surprised us with the rodeo as a sort of going-away party. We were inContinue reading “The rodeo and an eruption of sorts”

Absurd receptions and Camus

I went to an Indian Wedding reception yesterday. I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to be going and so I of course had failed to bring an extra outfit with me. Indians are very particular in that point. For every occasion they wear a fresh, clean outfit. Every morning on my way toContinue reading “Absurd receptions and Camus”