June 17. Another day in Taipei.
Another day in Taipei. We see a real buddhist temple and people praying and worshipping. I watch their movements without being interested in the web of meaning that causes their piety. They are just chanting, waving incense sticks and bowing for their goddess. The temple seems peaceful to me. What else? It’s just another busy …
June 16. Taipei.
Eight hours of time difference demand their toll – I’m tired. I’ll keep it short today, I’ve got other things to do. We walk around downtown Taipei, trying to understand this booming big city, eating lots of streetfood because that’s what Taipei is famous for. What else? Chinese neonlights are overwhelming. I would be lost …
June 15. In the air.
Most of this day I spend in the air. Free airport transportation and checkin were all comfortable, boarding on another large Airbus A330 and installing myself in my seat with at least some legspace (for an average basketball team it would be a good idea to charter a machine with more space between the …
June 14. Swinging it at Venice Beach and the Griffith Observatory.
The duodenum secretes a protective mucus to prevent it from digesting itself.
Los Angeles is huge but you already know that. What’s on the travel menu today? It’s all very neat. Venice beach is great fun. I see a couple of weirdos and the place where Arnold Schwarzenegger used to lift weights when he came …
June 12. Meet Sergio, the guard.
The morning and me, we have a very short meeting. She decides to leave after half an hour. It’s almost noon. Let’s have breakfast! And then off to the historical center to walk around and take photographs. That center is not big and quite orderly structured; it’s a good idea to explore it on foot. …
June 11. Wasn’t there this swine-flu thing?
A scary but improbable continuation of this blog:
Walking through the ancient Aztec town of Teotihuacan, he feels a light pain in his forehead and a nasty caugh deep down his throat. Yes, he has read the newspaper and he knows that the WHO has just increased the pandemia level to six, and that’s as …
June 10. This is a big city.
The bus penetrates Mexico city profoundly. I can walk up to the central square (Zocalo) where the cathedral and the government palace are facing each other. I’ll do that tomorrow. First let me arrive in this city, so tenderly called “Deye Effe” by its twenty-one million inhabitants. The bus is parking, I get out, strap …
June 7. Mexico!
I get up at 5am again, this time to be picked up by a shuttle bus to Palenque, Mexico. It is an eight-hour busride including a long section on a bumpy dirtroad. But the scenery is simply beautiful. Busrides can be a real attraction. This one includes another exciting complication: the border to Mexico. We …
June 4. Semuc Champey.
Today: Semuc Champey – a beautiful excursion. First we go tubing down the river for some fifteen minutes, then there is the opportunity to jump off the steel bridge. I don’t do it and catch myself off guard explaining why I couldn’t have jumped. It’s only because I wear glasses so it has nothing to …
June 2. Good old Paradoxes of Relativism and a hot volcano.
Relativism… the paradox has been forgotten. People don’t appear sensible to the idea that presicely because of the relativist phase we are in, a fertile soil for new Great Stories is being created. The relativism of the Last Stories presumes a linear concept of history, history being the meta-story and thus in contradiction to the …
