For once I am not woken up by the noise of the street or by restless roommates, but by a wild flash of lightning that leaves deep scars in the night sky. The sky falls to the earth Aha, that could be the beginning of 'Tumbes aislado'. The first signs of the coming storm. So no journalist cheese after all? The next wake-up call is a...
Tumbes - Bye-bye Panamericana
Even before showering and eating and sleeping, it became clear last night that there isn't a single bus going north. The horror images shown on television are proof enough that nothing, absolutely nothing, works there anymore. Many bridges have been destroyed, washed away and shattered to fragments. From the streets all the way to...