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.
Tag: 南美洲
在路上(四)
沿著軌跡的旅行
Machu Picchu – A pilgrimage
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旅行·吃什麼(十六)
餐桌上的華人世界
Cemetery Walks (3) – Cemetery with Love
Sucre Général Cemetery, Bolivia
Mindo – How to get lost on a straight road
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旅行·佳節(四)
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旅行·佳節(三)
墨西哥/古巴- 異鄉的佳節
旅行·吃什麼(十五)
玻利維亞La Paz – 幸福麵包
旅行·保平安(十一)
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