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The year I have spent in Central and South America has taught me many things, but one thing I’ve learned is that the machete is really a fabulous multi-purpose tool. I didn’t even know what a machete was before I embarked on this trip, except a deadly weapon that the thief in Zork used to brutally murder me. Now I know that instead of employing a shed full of twenty different cutting tools like…

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05 Sep 14 at 9 am

Revelations in the Jungle

The constant, shattering drone of cicadas starts the soundtrack to my day. As I tune in to the radio signal of the jungle, I pick up the high-pitched trill of crickets and the white noise of unnamed buzzing insects.

Revelations in the Jungle

The constant, shattering drone of cicadas starts the soundtrack to my day. As I tune in to the radio signal of the jungle, I pick up the high-pitched trill of crickets and the white noise of unnamed buzzing insects.

Where am I from?

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I think what bothers me is I identify myself more with South American culture than with my own.

I hang out with Colombians, not other travelers. After being on the road for so long I feel as if I am just living my life in a different place, not touring a foreign country. I feel at home here; from my perspective, I don’t see a difference between me and the people that I’m with.

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Yet it’s as if a…

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¨I´m Only Sleeping¨ – The Beatles cover

We´re such cool cats that we named our band after a cat.
Somos tales gatos frescos que nombramos nuestra banda por un gato.

Thanks to Oscar Nichoy for playing this song with me and editing the video!
Gracias a Oscar Nichoy por tocar esta canción conmigo y editar el video!

Hope you enjoy! <3
Espero que la disfruten! 

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I made these three recycling cans for Amalaka, an alternative organic farm school in Popayan. I noticed the kids were having trouble sorting the trash (to put it mildly…see this post for details), so I made it my mission to make recycling fun. 

For plastic trash, I made a trash can out of plastic bottles. For paper and cardboard, I made a monster out of paper mache and for compost I assembled…

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It may sound crazy, but I met the love of my life.

Two months ago if you had asked me if I believe in love at first sight, I would have told you, “Maybe attraction, but not love.” Now I see the truth. Love at first sight is completely and utterly possible; I know this because I’ve experienced it.

I met my soul mate on a grey day in Popayan after a World Cup match. Groups of fans in yellow jerseys…

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I turned 21 this morning. 

On my birthday, I tend to become a bit reflective. I think back to where I was on this day a year ago (at Laura’s house, while my friends prepared the best hippie BBQ ever), and who I was a year ago. It seems like lifetimes ago, light-years ago, and yet at the same time only yesterday.

I think back on who I was a year ago: still flushed and on a high from the love and…

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30 Jul 14 at 2 pm

Colombia…

…where a “fruit salad” is a few pieces of fruit piled with two scoops of ice cream, a mountain of heavy whipping cream, condensed milk, sweet milk sauce, three other types of sweet sauce and cheese. Plus cookies.

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&#8230;where a &#8220;fruit salad&#8221; is a few pieces of fruit piled with two scoops of ice cream, a mountain of heavy whipping cream, condensed milk, sweet milk sauce, three other types of sweet sauce and cheese. Plus cookies.

“Wake Me Up” Cover

First song I’ve recorded on the guitar! I hope you enjoy it.

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29 Jul 14 at 2 pm

The first of my poems I’ve translated to Spanish.

Ojos como tormentas en el océano,Ventiscas golpeando los oleajesque se viertan dentro de mí.

The first of my poems I&#8217;ve translated to Spanish.

Ojos como tormentas en el océano,Ventiscas golpeando los oleajesque se viertan dentro de mí.

The War on Bugs

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The queen of the ants felt bored. Her colony was thriving; they had expanded to occupy every corner of every sidewalk in the land of Amalaka without obstacles, and there was nothing else for her to do but twiddle her thumbs, mate with the males and lay eggs. What a trivial housewife’s existence! The queen remembered her days of glory, when every expansion of her colony was a noble fight, when…

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Pijao: Rampant misogyny and no one seems to mind…

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On Sunday, there was a beauty pageant. Girls of fourteen, fifteen and sixteen competed for the crown of Miss Pijao. In the morning, they strutted on stage one at a time while a man with a microphone announced the color of their eyes, skin and hair as well as their bust, waist, and hip measurements – like cows at an auction.

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Later they paraded down the streets on the backs of decorated jeeps in…

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Pijao: Finally, the festival…and a lap dance

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The last few days of work were definitely strained. As it became clear to Victor that I wasn’t interested in him and his antics or his coffee shop, he started being affectionate with his girlfriend again and cold with me. He hardly ever came to the café, but when he did he would criticize everything I did: what I was wearing, how I was working and even how I smelled.

He asked me to transfer…

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