There is a questions that keeps pestering me as I travel on.
Is it worth it? as I am blowing my paycheck on a flight deal and hoping I will have enough shifts at work before the trip to put together some spending money, too.
Is it worth it? as I am riding the blue bus to the Rio airport, eyelids heavy from crying all night, on my own this time.
Is it worth it? as I am standing alone in the corner of the bar and the blonde girl from Manchester I was talking to earlier is nowhere to be seen but she is here with three friends who don’t seem to like me and I am knee-deep in my third caipirinha and I can’t even remember her name anymore, anyway. more “Is It Worth It?”
One could argue that after my most recent break-up I went a little bit off the rails. Not in a bad way, I don’t think; I didn’t isolate myself from all humanity to brood on a deserted island or go on an uncomfortably pointed social media rant rampage. Instead, I started window-shopping for guys. One night, in a burst of more-or-less justified anger over a boy who wouldn’t text me back, I downloaded the god-awful, notorious Tinder. more “Confessions of a Global Tinderella: Notes on Dating in Brazil”
The Dutch girl I met in Sucre shuddered when she remembered her mine tourmi in Potosí. ‘It’s definitely interesting’, she said, ‘but it won’t be fun.’ Seeing that the mines are at the altitude of 4,400 metres and underground, I can easily understand what might inspire such a statement. But here I am – ready to descend into the depths of the Earth with minimal idea of what’s to come. more “Chasing the Devil in Potosí, Bolivia”
Hey, how’s is going?
It’s been a while, eh? I’ve missed you, believe me when I say I have. Sometimes I think about all the familiar places and comfortable routine that I never got used to even after four years, and I feel a little pang of nostalgia for them. Saudades, as they’d say here. more “Sunday postcard from… Novo Hamburgo, Brazil”
I was not expecting the grey skies. What happened to the picture-perfect views of every photo I ever saw of the place? Had I really come all this way just to bask in this bland greyness? Oh, how you deceived me, weather forecast!
Maybe it would get better. I, the eternal optimist, donned on a flimsy disposable rain coat and wrapped my beloved Olympus Pen mirrorless in a plastic bag. It wasn’t raining yet – and I was praying to all kinds of weather gods it wouldn’t start, either – but I had read that the humidity at the falls is so great that all electronics should be protected carefully. more “Iguazu Falls: The Ordeal”