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
It is early afternoon. The hostel is extremely quiet. As far as my eyes can see, there is one woman … More
Sucre Général Cemetery, Bolivia
I could not remember if there was anything that prompted my first solo trip. There might not be a reason … More
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