Monday, November 19, 2012

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Up the creek: Cañon del Sumidero

Back in August, I took a float trip down the Colorado River, through a canyon of burnt-orange sandstone walls that towered over 1km high at it’s peak as it wound through the hot Arizona desert. The guide was informative and cheerful, a seemingly endless goldmine of information
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Under the skin of San Cristobal

If you’d asked me to paint a picture of Mexico before I arrived, there would probably have been a desert, some cactii and few moustachioed men drinking tequila and sleeping in the sun. They would almost certainly have been wearing ponchos and sombreros and, depending on my
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Zapotec ruins, mountain pools and fried grasshoppers: a week in Oaxaca

Having travelled south from the madness of Mexico City, Oaxaca was a pleasant yet unexpected breath of fresh air. The Mexican capital was a vast, dirty melee of constant noise and activity where it was almost impossible to find a moment of tranquility. But in Oaxaca I
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Oaxaca, Oaxaca: Day of the Dead

“To die would be an awfully big adventure.” – Aristotle. Okay, so it’s more famous as a line from Peter Pan, but the quote is originally attributed to the Greek philosopher. It could just as easily have been coined by one of the Aztecs, or indeed many
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The Police of Puerto Escondido

Last Saturday night I was introduced to a cold, dark Mexican police cell. It was only a passing acquaintance, a mere 3 hours, but that was plenty of time to contemplate my own stupidity at refusing to pay a bribe of a measly 500 pesos. Especially si

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