Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Twelve Hours in Hotlanta

12 hour layovers are alreet in my book. Who could ask for more than wandering around a hotter than the sun Atlanta with a head (and legs) full of Valium?





I wish this photo had come out clearer; dude was showing me the bullet-hole scar just under his jaw.


Gary - ex marine turned crackhead lurker...the stories, oh man, the stories...

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Ay, Tapudu, Tuanis! (Oi, Bigmouth, Cool It!)




ta-da!



heroes & martyrs

Las Pinetas















adios Nica...viva la revolucion!

Saturday, 4 September 2010

Hasta Colina, Baby (Up The Hill, Baby)


Wandering in the hills above Matagalpa


machete man


During an almighty rainstorm, we ran for cover and ducked into what we (mis-)took for a chicken shack, surprising everyone involved as we crashed in on this sweet family. That poor little boy's eyes nearly popped out of his head as I came running in through the door. "Mama, there's some wet & wild white folks in our house!" (translation)

















massive rock blocks road shocker.


The water-table meets volcanic lava flow underground, resulting in weird bubbling mud pits which stink of eggs, shocker.