The silhouette sits facing me, or at least I think he – or she, or it – is facing me. Its face is a mirage, something hovering at the...

The date is ticking, its slow, daily seconds bringing me dangerously close to mid-June. I have spent three months in Brazil. Some say you...

Rio de Janeiro is a city made for cinema. First shot of Copacabana, second of the Pao de Açucar. A third of Christ Redeemer, arms...

Samaipata, Bolivia The scenery crawls by, almost as slow as the hours do. One week stretched thin over two thousand four hundred...

3640 meters over sea level. La Paz. The air is thin and the people are small. The world knows the language is Spanish, the religion is...