Kids of Tonle Sap and Kompong Phluk
Walking by the shores of Lake Atitlán, seeing screeching kids jump into cold waters and play until they wade ashore shivering, I was reminded of the floating villages of Cambodia. It’s one of the...
Dream Tokyo Metropolis
Tokyo is not a city. It used to be, but it ceased to exist as such on July 1st, 1943. From that moment onwards, the sprawling mass of wood, concrete and people became a...
Season’s Greetings from Lunaguava
Christmas is upon us! Hopefully, gifts should be mostly wrapped, families gathered and food waiting to be served. Although we will be celebrating Christmas (or airing grievances, if we decide to go with Festivus)...
Portraits of Panajachel
They had been splashing the waters of Lake Atitlán for a good half hour, keeping track of an aquatic score updated by a speeding plastic ball. Becoming aware of an audience, their leaps turned...
Christmas Snow and Sun
As children of the Mediterranean, Christmas season was a time of howling winds, jittery cold and, if extraordinary luck prevailed, occasional glimpses of snow. As we grew older, the most treasured gift became not...
Manic Design (for Life)
During the past few weeks, as I’ve sat gazing at Lake Atitlán’s unworldly sunsets, feeling the breath of the Earth caressing my wayward soul, there has been one thought circling around my dazzled mind:...
Who's in charge of this joint anyway? To learn a bit more about the brains behind the bedlam,