Burnzy’s Peru Jam

This is part of my playlist that I listen to on my Iphone every day, when I am on the bus early in the morning and on my way home from work. I use it to escape the daily routine, but I cannot understand most of it. Still, a little bit more occasionally I reach… Read More

On dating and honesty on an exotic continent

It has been at least 11 days since my last blog. My mind has been occupied with the good and the bad. It has thought of Tinder and dating and women and work and students at school, and of struggles and workaholism, and of what I should be doing in my life right now. …… Read More

An awkward letter to Mum

  I messaged Mum on Facebook this morning. I wrote:   Dear Mum,  Peruvian women are very beautiful and are really nice and caring too.  And they know how to dance.  My date last night brought me brownies that she made that day.  There is a very good chance I will never return to Australia. … Read More

Adventures to Interpol

  SOUTH African casa-amigo Adriaan and I arrived at Lima Interpol to see a crowd of Venezuelans mingled in front of the front walls. We could skip through the gate. I felt uncomfortable – as if I was benefiting from white privilege, but as it was made clear to me thatI was in a different… Read More

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 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