a few pictures from Nicaragua

Nicaragua! Things that have happened: bid farewell to Ben at the Managua airport; bought a surfboard; celebrated my birthday with an enormous pinata; sprained my ankle; more-or-less healed the ankle; explored a half-dozen beaches of the southern Pacific coast of Nicaragua; learned about the hell-on-earth that is San Juan del Sur on the penultimate day of the Semana Santa.

The heat is a beautiful enveloping blanket, searing at midday when we walk up and down the steep dusty roads to the coast toting our surfboards; comforting at night when the wind blows through the thin screen of our tent; and always, always riding the fine line between sensuous and overwhelming. At noon today I stepped out of the shower, cool for an instant, then five minutes later wondered in despair if my skin would ever be free of sweat again. But now the ubiquitous wind is blowing, blowing, blowing towards the sea and the open second floor of the hostel is shaded and cool, perfect, paradisical in the sheer luxurious pleasure of warm air flowing over my body.

Some photographs:



Handstand improvement, slowly. Playa Hermosa.


Sunset beach-goers, Playa Hermosa


Howler monkey – there are hundreds of them in the forest here, screeching to each other at night.


Nicaraguan flag

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Florida Keys

I’m writing this from a hotel room in Tallahassee, Florida. This morning I left Miami and began my drive to Clarksdale, Mississippi. “What brings you to Tallahassee?” the front desk clerk asked. “I’m on my way to see my grandmother in Mississippi,” I replied, which statement always makes me feel like (1) I’m Little Red Riding Hood and (2) I need to give some kind of explanation about why a West Coast half-Asian hippie has a Mississippian grandmother. Not that the front desk clerk, of course, gave a shit about anything other than fulfilling their company’s guidelines for friendly customer service.

Today’s entry is brought to you by ten hours on the road after not-enough-hours-of-sleep, and will therefore consist solely of photographs of the Florida Keys, where I was last weekend.


highway through the ocean


canals dynamited into the limestone by the army corps of engineers, so that everyone can dock their boat


sleeping porch… basically, paradise.


did you know: some species of bamboo can grow up to THREE FEET in one day, so fast that apparently you can hear it growing.


palm fruits of some kind


“the porch” bar in Key West


feral roosters in Key West


Bahia Honda beach


sandpipers. I will never, ever get tired of their busy little legs.




Bahia Honda beach