Orange Fanta in Uyuni

Shaking his fist, the backpacker, remonstrated perhaps a little more impetuously than he should have. He was genuinely angry. On the other side of the window, three or four Aymara children jumped puck-like with glee kicking up dust as they continued their jig at the backpacker’s expense. “Fanta, Fanta, Faaaaaaaaantaaaaaa!” Their round faces, each one Read more about Orange Fanta in Uyuni[…]

The Arrival of the Obnoxious Mochileras

Seated in the kiosko, deafened by the endless battle of two speakers blasting two different and equally grating strains of Vallenato music, I could see my manager Carmen gesticulating in exasperation to two recently arrived mochileras. From my vantage point some 60m from the front door of the Casa Amarilla I could see but remained Read more about The Arrival of the Obnoxious Mochileras[…]

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