Mexico · Travel

Cobá

I want to tell you about a trip we did during our seven-week sojourn in Mexico to a Mayan ruin site, a site that for all its magnificence you've probably never even heard of even though you may well have heard of some of the big-name sites, places such as Palenque, or Chichén Itzá. We… Continue reading Cobá

Mexico · Travel

The Pyramids of Teotihuacán

There are some things that are so beyond the range of your normal tourist sightseeing that it's hard to do them justice in a blog post. Of course, experiences like swimming under a two-thousand-year-old Roman aqueduct spanning the river Gard near Nîmes in southern France, or emerging from the labyrinthine arches of Córdoba's Mezquita into… Continue reading The Pyramids of Teotihuacán

Mexico · Travel

Ciudad de México, the town they call CDMX

Well, we flew in on a redeye from LA, having spent three days in the Californian desert, and were met by our friend Luis's dad, Luis, at Aeropuerto Internacional de la Ciudad de México (the city goes by the abbreviation of CDMX nowadays more than the older 'DF', which stands for Distrito Federal. And yes, it's usually… Continue reading Ciudad de México, the town they call CDMX

Mexico · Travel

Guanajuato, city of Don Quixote

Guanajuato twists and turns, soars and plunges. Callejones empedradas - cobblestoned laneways - descend into plazuelas and teatros. Tunnels, once rivers, convey the newly-arrived visitor on an old green boneshaker from the bus station through improbably narrow calles, past a statue of what looks like Don Quixote, and into the crowded pavements of the centro historico.… Continue reading Guanajuato, city of Don Quixote

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The Mountains on the Way Up

The Ivory Curl trees were in full bloom the day we drove to the mountains. Other than Milano's on the Mall after work on a Friday, the loose scattering of odd-shaped volcanic plugs called the Glasshouse Mountains are one of my favourite places in Queensland. Driving up to the Sunshine Coast these past few weekends, Mt. Tibrogargan always catches me… Continue reading The Mountains on the Way Up

Australia

Sunday morning, Alexandra Headland

Walking over the rocks that separate Alexandra Headland from Mooloolaba I nearly stood on a sea snake. I made sure it was dead before inspecting it closely. It was silver, with dark bands, and up close you could see it had non-overlapping hexagonal scales. They weren't perfect, however; it was as if they came from the… Continue reading Sunday morning, Alexandra Headland