Hostel stories from Barranco

There is an Australian from western Sydney, with short thick and tangled light brown or blonde hair, and she has travelled in Peru four months. Next she goes to the dominican. I do not know much about her. She is a mystery, and I am happy to keep her as one of those mysterious characters.… Read More

The person within; the limits beyond

I panted, jogging in the dark back to the house, holding a can of tuna and a chocolate bar. A Peruvian singer croons in my earphones and I cannot understand him. My left hand stinks of garlic. I had done a quick shop run when I realised I had forgotten the tuna for my garlic rice… Read More

The Bridge of Sighs

BARRANCO. If I had more time than a few hours I might have written a short story here. The old elegant houses through the light fog, the occasional volkswagon, the murals and statues, and the clifftop overlooking the ocean. My friend Lutie (listen to a drunken interview of Lutie) gave me a quick introduction and… Read More

Conviction and seeing the Pope from a distance

The Pope visits Peru for three days and it so happens that this morning he visited the suburb  I currently stay in. He led the church mass this morning and so naturally my housemates and I were drawn to the action. I brought my camera and almost straight away my instincts took over and I… Read More