“STARVING AFRICANS!” I looked over my shoulder to see a young man in a scarf holding aloft a styrofoam cup. Our eyes met. “…and orphans!” he added emphatically. Behind him was a table with a couple of large thermos containers. A banner was flapping in the cold wind but I was pedaling too fast to…
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La Baja
THE NEWS FROM MEXICO was rife with stories of beheadings as the drug war produced narcotraffickers as merciless as Aztec priests. None of this escaped the notice of my friends, who made sure to log their disapproval of my trip in advance in order to tut-tut with impunity over my headless corpse later. My girlfriend…
James Perry 