Ah, good times. Trip down Tuesday's memory lane. Every day is memory lane on the road. It's amazing how moments - seemingly insignificant, have you remember things you had forgotten. Today it was my host sister from years ago in Germany sa…
So this happened. A real lion, not drugged, with his teeth and claws. He's young, tame and unable to live in the wild; his kids, however, will be released into a preserve. Which means I get the experience of walking a lion to blow my socks off…
The Hairy Mygalormorph. Now that doesn't sound so scary, does it? The name makes the tarantula sound like a kind grandfather. Which it is. They've been around for millions of years and haven't changed much in that time. Many use their…
Midnight at Don Mauricio's house in Las Minitas, with the best view of the night sky. Hand-held 15-second exposure with a flashlight on the saddle.…
No water for like a week, and finally the internet works so I've got me a flurry of blogging. I'm exhausted, and not from riding in the back of a pick-up 4.5 hours up and down the mountain to the school and slowly roasting over a 100-degree o…
If you wondered where your hand-me-downs went, I just sifted through them in a second-hand American store in Managua, finding some pants after my SECOND pair of capris bit the dust in the inferno of Nicaragua in April. Found a pink bathrobe, a bro…
