The Little Cafes Along the Way


I was walking through the streets of the Zócalo in Mexico City, when I came across this little cafe serving breakfast.  They had some sort of chicken dish served over nachos, and I can tell you, it was a great choice.  I make it a point to stop in the little cafes I find along the way, they tend to have interesting people and the best food.

GPS Digits:  19°26’09.2″N 99°08’20.3″W


Trust Your Instincts and Think Later

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So when we returned the truck, and our fixer said, “That was not a good idea”.   But my only thought was, “Obviously, we need to walk over to the elephants”.  So we did, and we spent a nice moment observing each other, and then went our separate ways.

For what ever reason, the elephants seemed to tolerate our presence just fine.  And lucky for me, because it was a great moment.   Sometimes, well most of the times, I think it’s good to trust our instincts.

Location: Democratic Republic of Congo

A Steel Horse at Midnight

congo 2013-03-29 0205It was the middle of the night when we rode into town.  Our bodies and our motorcycles beaten from the grueling ride.  After finding our lodging, we made a fire and warmed up.

I felt like we were in a scene straight out of a western movie, yet we in the heart of Equatorial Africa.  It was truly a surreal and memorable night.

Location:  Sud Kivu, Congo (DRC)

Girls on the Lagoon

Puerto Lempira, Honduras

I rented a room in Puerto Lempira, on the edge of the Caratascar lagoon in far Eastern Honduras.  I spent the day wandering around town, having drinks, and doing some writing.

While sitting in a cafe, I noticed a group of young girls playing in the water.  Like kids the world over, they didn’t seem bothered by the what-ifs, wants, or regrets that seem burden adults.  And they certainly didn’t care that the town has been embroiled in a, decades old, drug war.

Instead, the girls were living for the moment.  A skill many adults have lost along the way.  It’s refreshing really, and it’s a lesson I try to remember when life’s “realities” start creeping in.

Baby in a Brothel

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I was in a brothel in Eastern Congo.  One of the prostitutes came to me and asked if I wanted to hold her daughter.  I spent a few minutes with this beautiful girl, the daughter of some random man.   She sat there looking at me, full of joy and wonder.  Like all babies, she knew nothing of the circumstances of her life, or what life could be or should be.

It reminds me of the harsh realities of life.  We all live together in this world but life does not pay us all the same blessings.