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

Three Peruvian presidents

This morning I did some research on three Peruvian Presidents from the 1960s to the 80s. Two of the presidents led their military and eventually took over from their predecessor. But as I gain a superficial look at the history of Peru from the 19th century and its independence and until the 80s, I see… Read More

‘Excuse me, Mr. Burnzy!’

  Last night I attended a parents’ information session with the other teachers. And I was interested in meeting the parents, I found, as I gazed across each classroom. I was trying to guess which parents belonged to my particular students. I think I wanted to know because any little detail could help me. There… 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

My favourite five songs in Spanish (so far)

It’s time to commit, to focus truly on the culture I live in if I wish to be a part of it. A colleague and friend from Colombia, Nox, is as good as I am at speaking English. He claims to dream in his second language. Nox said rather bluntly to me that I actually… Read More