Wednesday, July 18, 2007

a taste of alto peru

One of the younger students eyes me from inside the library. This was taken before the second round of construction began in June.

Livia grates some carrots while Marlene tends to the stove. This was the bottleneck of our whole operations, except when Marlene did it.

Mirta, my third-grade girlfriend on the left, and her niece posed for a few portraits. I don't know how the background managed to get so white, initially underexposed or something.

This bus ride was cute enough to bring tears to my eyes. We took the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd graders to the Peruvian navel museum, a long ride. They watched a dubbed-over Lion King, screaming when Scar dropped Mufasa into the stampede. These two young ladies are checking out the girl behind them in the aisle seat, Tahlia, who is something of an instigator.

This sums up the ride home in the combi after a long day. It's really crowded, and everyone passes out for about an hour. It definitely looks like Mike is headed in that direction.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

bbc comes to town

El Jefe meets Dan, the Lima stringer for the BBC, at a demonstration by the Lucha Contra el Racismo. This interview would blossom into a beautiful relationship where they pour wine down each other's throats.

So this photo has about 1000 flaws. What gets me though, is how the workers blend perfectly into the background. And I wish that F-ing wheelbarrow wasn't there.

Dan and his translator spent about an hour interviewing this kid's family for a report on child labor. He mostly rolled around with his sisters.

Paula, the translator, meets her lawyer by the brick factory. Still unclear to me why this meeting went down right then and there.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

a procession in the plaza

A constant presence outside the presidential palace. The guard I mean. These other guys only swing by once in a while, this time part of an all day parade.

Some cuties checking out the procession.

One block outside the plaza, by the Rimac, there's something of a night market on the weekends. This guy was making some bold moves.

Monday, July 2, 2007

alex's tongue is a lethal weapon

So here are a few photos from Papa Gman's old Olympus 35mm. It's kind of like a Facebook gallery, but I'm too stubborn to actually sign-up.

Alex's heartfelt goodbye. We ate like 20 lbs of meat and cried all day. It was awfully tragic, so much so that we felt the need to dress up like giraffes and have a party.

I was pretty bored in the airport. While I was messing around taking this, an army guy came up behind me, bringing my attention to his presence with "oh shit, it sure ain't digital, it AIN'T digital." Then he told me about how Iraq sucks and he's trying to get reassigned to Honduras, because his wife is driving him crazy and that's apparently where the money is.

hee-oh

A few sights from Brazil.

Southern Rio de Janeiro, from the helipad on Ashley's friend's office building in Botafogo. A little heavy on the washed-out light, but it's pretty hard to screw up a photo of this city. Saudades...

Ipanema - I sketched off for a bit after tiring of the burning sun/skin/beer fest going on down there by the big coconut tree. Walking down the avenue I came across two roaming groups. The first, a jam-band with a dozen members, had just drawn a small crowd around their scantily filled briefcase when the second, twentyish students, came strolling through dishing out free hugs. Being the awkward gringo that I am, I sheepishly watched, until miss front-and-center insisted on a hug. Seeing that she had already made that guy's ass all wet, I naturally agreed.

Also, does anyone know what homeboy is blowing into in the back?

A couple shots from Lapa/Santa Teresa, a really beautiful hilly neighborhood. Sick stairs too, you can ask Snoop about this.

Some dude hanging out on a statue in Copacabana. Nuf said.

Little buddy Veronika looking out from the ONGy, in Complexo do Alemão. Too bad you can't really see her head.

I like the way her eyes narrow as she sips. I think this went down just after giving up on Pão de Açúcar because it cost like ten bucks, and it came down to a view or a beer...

My hostess, who tried to knife me for taking this. Luckily, she was busy staring at that beautiful red label.

A nice blurry shot of a small group in Ipanema.