Monday, September 22, 2008

Notes from a hammock

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So I finally went to Nicaragua and spent just over a week visiting Rakel who is doing her field work for the MA in Leon. The trip was prolonged a bit beacuse of the inconvenience of travelling long distances on a bus (particularly a Nicaraguan bus) when one is on antibiotics and generally feeling like crap. The antibiotics and the heat did not ruin a very nice trip however. After a few days in Leon, a charming university town close to the coast in the northern half of Nicaragua we went on to Granada, liberal Leons conservative rival further south. Did some sightseeing in the small and sleepy towns in the hills and took a boat trip on the shallow waters of the Lago de Nicaragua to see some of the human and animal life on its 360 small islands, las isletas.

Partly because of the heat and the antibiotics (and partly because of the atmosphere and the hammocks) we spent quite a lot of time at the hostel. The place that houses the Bearded Monkey is one of those typical colonial structures with rooms arranged around an internal patio, trees and flowers and sometimes birds or a cat (the hostel is home to one of the fattest and most relaxed cats I have ever seen), surrounded by hammocks to lounge in with a book and a lemonade through the warmest hours of the day. I completely fell in love with their hammocks, and seeing as it had been my plan since before I came to Latin America to buy one this time, I decided to do so while I was there (Nicaragua is also known to be cheaper than Costa Rica, a good excuse to do soem shopping). At the market in Masaya I finally found a hammock that I am hoping I somehow will find a place to put up sometime i the future. It won't be the same without the courtyard and the heat, but hopefully I can find some use for it. I have considered whether it would be possible to replace my bed with the hammock, but I am not so sure my back would be to happy with that as a long-term soution. Could be good for a guest bed though... I am still considering whether I also have to buy a hanging chair (don't know what else to call it), which is not quite as comfortable as the hammock, but has the advantage of taking up less space, as well as needing only one hook in the ceiling in stead of two in the walls. But then there is the issue of how much I can manage to bring with me on the plane home or how much it would cost to send something in the mail, and wether it is actually practically possible to bring something like a hanging chair. Oh, the lifealtering decisions one has to make...

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Diálogo de Rakel y Silje viendo llover en León





Morgon i León. Rakel har stått opp, dusja og ete frukost. Silje har vakna.
På rommet til Rakel:

Rakel: Å nei, det har begynt å regne.
Silje: Uff, igjen?
(kikkar ut vindauga)
Men så lenge det ikkje regnar meir enn dette...
(på få sekund tek regnet seg kraftig opp)
Rakel: Kanskje me skal venta litt med å gå ut.
Silje: Ja, det stilnar nok litt. Det kan jo ikkje regna slik heile dagen.


Mange timar seinare: Rakel og Silje, i kvar sin stol, stirar ut i regnet.

Rakel: Ein blir heilt apatisk av slikt ver. Blir berre sitjande å stira.
Silje: Eg veit...
...
Rakel: Hugsar du den novella frå spansken? Av García Marquez...
Silje: mhm...
...

(regnet tek seg opp)






Friday, September 12, 2008


Dirge without music

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, --
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Mexicophotos III - Central Mexico


Last round of photos...

The Pacific Ocean at Puerto Escondido.

Artisanry, live rock music and cocktails at $50 per litre in Oaxaca.

View from the bus.

Taxco

Most taxis in Taxco are Beatles, into which we were, amazingly,
able to stuff all ourselves and all our bags at the same time.
The car was not really big enough
however to get a photo that shows well
how little space there actually was...

Shopping in Taxco.

Teotihuacan.
The Pyramid of the Sun seen from the Pyramid of the Moon.


And with that, this photo-tour of Mexico is officially over :)