This troupe of dancers in the plaza performed Cumbia and Mapale, genres originating from Colombian West African slaves.



Natural Wonders

I had another surreal day here. This morning I soaked in a buoyant mud volcano.

img_7885This afternoon, in a city park, I watched squirrels spat with monkeys in a tree holding a spiked iguana as long as my arm.

A few trees along, two sloths smiled and scratched slowly. The indistinct blob below is a sloth with his head in the bottom left corner.A5F9E967-AC49-41C8-B33F-3FE23B2D5B86

Magic Realism in Cartagena

After a day on Isla Baru,

I walked home from a cazuela, a coconut seafood stew, stopping a cigarette vendor. I declined his offer of coca, as a Transformer and a Stormtrooper passed us. Now I’m sitting under this art in my hostel’s garden.

This is, after all, Gabriel García Márquez’ home town. After visiting Cartagena, his friend concluded, “You’re just a notary without imagination”.


This is Fermina’s house viewed from the plaza in which Florentino sat, in Love in the Time of Cholera.