Don’t be a stranger

The white-belt-and-shoes gene
My dad carried the white-belt-and-shoes gene: the stamp of the salesman. He passed it on …
Swimming with crocodiles
Machito, a local fisherman, met me at the little thatch-roofed visitors hut in San Crisanto …
New bike, new bike, new bike
I’m getting a bike, a brand new bike! I ordered it direct from the manufacturer …
The end of the arts
I’ve been holding the hands of my friends as they try to absorb the funding …
Lost my ride
It had to happen some day…turned my back for a moment, caught a flash out …