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La vida en la Mina

La vida en la Mina

“La gente de mi barrio” was the last post before things went off the rails with mi gatito. Where were we when we left off? Let’s see… I think I was living over in Old Town in an apartment with assaultive golfer art. I’ve since moved into a charming studio near the main square and the church of Guadalupe, a central location on the edge... [Read More]

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La gente de mi barrio

La gente de mi barrio

When people think Mexico they think palm trees and sand, tequila and limes, cervezas and sunscreen. Iconic tropicality, right? But let me tell you now, what I will always remember is that Mexico is really, really loud. Things to keep  [Read More]

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Lesbianas Terribles o Gente Rica: Una Memoria de Golf

Lesbianas Terribles o Gente Rica: Una Memoria de Golf

The problem with renting a furnished apartment is that you’re stuck with somebody else’s unspeakably bad decor judgement. In fact, due to an extraordinarily-detailed clause in my rental agreement, I’m legally bound to suffer the heinous curtains, the Inquisition-inspired bent  [Read More]

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Muy caliente

The Mexican sun. From the dreary perspective of Toronto’s dwindling daylight, “the Mexican sun” brings to mind eventful beach days, mollifying cervezas, and endless naps. Of course, I’ve never been to Mexico at this time of year. In September, the Mexican  [Read More]

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Duncan Village shebeen

Well, we’re kicking off my last week in Africa with an extraordinary adventure: Craig and I have been invited to a shebeen (tavern) in Duncan Village by Craig’s friend and colleague, Dumile. It is nerve-wracking and exciting, likely-dangerous, and a  [Read More]

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Unakho

I am in an unpainted cinderblock RDP house in NU8, Mdantsane Village. This is the centre for a women’s group called Unakho, which means “God can”.  I am the guest of Celia, and she is explaining to me that every  [Read More]

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Gqunube

Gqunube

At 4pm we return to Ron’s house to rendezvous for the trip to Gqunube (pronounced G – palatal click – unoobie) where the sustainable farming project is. The idea is to sell the plots to people who are committed to  [Read More]

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Kennaway Court

Kennaway Court

Wanting to seem “cool” with the whole authentic experience (and to be fair, I think I am), I reassure Craig that whatever hovel he resides in will be more than adequate. He presses the issue. “I want you to understand  [Read More]

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Welcome to Africa

A crescent moon hangs over the steel airplane wing. Three stars are visible in the morning sky. A smear of red runs under the ailerons, and the clouds below look cauliflower heads in cream sauce. We dip below the cover  [Read More]

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Nothing to fear but three big rottweilers

I want to write a bit about fear, because I have been experiencing quite a lot of it recently. For three nights after I first booked this trip I would suddenly wake in the wee hours to sit and ponder  [Read More]

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