Navel of the universe

Thanks to the amaz­ingly dry air of Cuzco, my lovely Mnemo­syne has dried out and is func­tioning again. How­ever I cannot yet show you photos because the hostel’s PC is run­ning Win­dows 98 and it refuses to recog­nise the thumb drive. Bah. Cuzco is delightful...

He kissed her… ar-dent-ly

One of the first Aus­tralian films I ever showed Doug was The Old Man who Read Love Stories, Rolf de Heer’s divine piece about the Amazon jungle with Richard Dreyfus as an old man learning to read. He has this beau­tiful latino accent as he reads these trashy...

Deepest, darkest Peru

I can under­stand why Pad­dington Bear needed a duffle coat in Eng­land if he was used to the heat of the Amazon. We stepped off the plane and instantly felt the muggy love. The boat ride to Explorer’s inn was already amazing. We saw turtles on the...

Las ruinas

Finally got to Pachacamac, the Inca ruins south of Lima. Quite incred­ible. We wandered around for a while won­dering why they had built their huge temples and city here when we went up inside the Templo del Sol and over it and sud­denly could see the entire...