ianwalk | October 29, 2008
I have a bike here in buenos aires. Beach bike. Blue. Big handlebars. Bitchin’. (it’s time for the revival of that word, by the way. Make it so)
I love riding the thing. Here, there, nearly everywhere. (but that’s another post)
The other day I was flying down Triumvarato, a big avenue. it cuts out a long [...]
ianwalk | January 25, 2008
Esmeralda. Emerald. That’s the boat. 42 feet long, green. Teak decks, two masts, a ketch. I’m on it now in the haze of cartagena’s port. the lights from highrises and container cranes give everything a slow glow. The water is nearly still. The measured hand claps of midnight-stained wavelets against the hull.
Now daylight. Open sea. I know I [...]
ianwalk | January 23, 2008
El campo, the countryside, of colombia is populated by a specific kind of man. Here’s a starter kit of sorts for any of you aspiring to be colombian dudes.
Have dark skin. From blue-black to dirty-water brown, the shade doesn’t really matter, but what it does for you underneath the fat colombian sun, does. [...]
