Endless stretches of rundown streets; stone steps outside the old mansions with fading glories; random benches under the shade of leafy tropical trees; shadowy corners of drinking holes – these visual images are the only things that remain in my travel memories of Havana – all that with the presence of G and A. Bits of the numerous conversations we had in all these places pop up alongside the snapshot images after all these years. But I remember the things of G far better – this bad kid forever.
It was just after the break of dawn, Christmas Eve. A group of hikers gathered at Sungate, the viewpoint overlooking … More
Sucre Général Cemetery, Bolivia
I am almost handicapped when it comes to sense of direction, a defect inherited from my mother. I managed to … More
La Paz – 今夕是何年
玻利維亞La Paz – 幸福麵包
Inca Trail – 聖誕苦行筆記