Anxiety is just another tool.

Sometimes I feel like slipping out of my skin for a second. Sometimes I feel like sinking comfortably into the cool, calm waters of someone else’s psyche and ditching mine for a just a few moments. Sometimes I need a vacation from the exhaustion that is a lifetime of anxiety. Sometimes I’m left hollow and … Continue reading Anxiety is just another tool.

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Different Worlds

I’m half-asleep in the back of a parked bus in Maravilla. It’s the middle of the night on a journey from Camitán, to Palenque, Mexico, and the driver has stopped the bus to catch some shut-eye before the long haul in the morning. The other passengers have found accommodation in the little town while I … Continue reading Different Worlds

The mother of learned skills is avoiding paid tours

The Spanish 20-something girl, Ada, and I glance at each other dubiously with matching sideways grins. We’re standing at a motorbike rental shop in Pai, Thailand, trying to weigh sudden-death-by-motorbike against our overwhelming desire to see the countryside sans-tour-guide. Neither of us has ever ridden a motorbike before. Strangers barely three days ago, we had … Continue reading The mother of learned skills is avoiding paid tours

Urban survivalist savvy on a 6-hour layover in Panama City

I’m in the Panama City airport on a six-hour layover from Colombia to Guatemala and I have some shit to do. I’ve just exchanged the last of my Colombian Pesos for American dollars (Panama uses American currency) so I can buy a pair of headphones. My last few pairs were $3 sets that couldn’t wait … Continue reading Urban survivalist savvy on a 6-hour layover in Panama City