How to kill a chicken Part 2: kill it

  It all happened so fast. In my mind I had it planned out precisely: I would choose the chicken, pay homage to the gods and ask to take it’s life,maybe make an offering, build a fire and dance around it, celebrating the circle of life and all that good stuff.Farmers here aren’t sentimental, well,Continue reading “How to kill a chicken Part 2: kill it”

(Volley) Balls and Machistas

“Ay preciosa, hermosa, guapa, princesa, barbie….”. I stop in my path and glance over with cocked eyebrows at the man squatting on the corner. “Barbie? That one is new”. He shrugs at my comment, and now that he feels he has my attention he continues with his assault. “You are the most beautiful women IContinue reading “(Volley) Balls and Machistas”

Muddy boots, bloody knees and defining moments

The slippery black mud gives way yet again under my feet and I slide backwards, landing ungracefully on my knees, my left hand clinging to alpine shrub, my right hand half submerged in a freezing cold puddle. Alone here at 3,600 meters in the middle of a National Park somewhere in the Colombian Andes IContinue reading “Muddy boots, bloody knees and defining moments”

The Illusion of Sweaty Armpits

I have been reading lots of books about the self lately. Books from all sides- western medical books on neurology, vedic thought, pschycology, the Bhagavad-Gita, autobiographies of self- transformations and one thing that they all bring up but cannot seem to fathom is the idea of a continuous self. We are in a process ofContinue reading “The Illusion of Sweaty Armpits”

Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 2

Lunch Feeling a bit like Indiana Jones I hurry down the busy, windy, unorganized street, dodging cars and scooters, jumping over dogs and cow patties one eye on the road and the other on the restaurant I am headed towards. The street is as usual chaos for the eyes, the ears and the nose. MyContinue reading “Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 2”

The relativity of comfort

It is the sound of the city awakening that slowly carries me out of my slumber. The brumming of the rickshaws, the mooing of cows, the laughter of street children. I make myself a delicious, milky, south Indian coffee and sit on the terrace, surrounded by the natural green vegetation, watching monkeys scampering up theContinue reading “The relativity of comfort”